Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
OK, yes, this post is late. It covers the week of Monday 26 August to Sunday 1 September 2024, but it’s already late at night on 3 September. It may help that this Weekly Wrap includes two podcasts and a new crowdfunder, and not just the weekend’s social activities? Yes. Definitely.
Continue reading “Weekly Wrap 744: It’s old fashioned, and I like it”
The autumn series of The 9pm Edict continues with another visit from author, columnist, and reprobate John Birmingham to chat about strategic things, the election, and breakfast martinis.
Continue reading “The 9pm Breakfast Martini and Coprophagic Strategy Chat with John Birmingham”
Did you know that you can now buy gendered “wine cocktails”? Such fragile masculinity! Anyway, you need to know about my new crowdfunding campaign, and the bonus episode of The 8pm Quiz tomorrow night.
Continue reading “The 9pm Bronouncement of “The 9pm Late Winter Series 2021” and related matters”
The week of Monday 14 to Sunday 20 January 2013 wasn’t quite as productive as I’d hoped, due to a combination of too much drinking and too much heat.
But there was plenty of time for reflection, and I managed to ramo up my blogging as planned, so I’m happy.
On Monday I wrote about the death of Aaron Swartz, and it proved difficult. Not because I was affected by his death — truth be known, I wasn’t a fan — but because I knew that the fans would be upset if I was seen to be too critical too soon. Plus I had to write something new, when eleventy bazillion words had already been written. After filing the story, I was exhausted.
I then made mistake of heading off for a drink or a dozen, and ended up at the The Haymarket Hotel on the promise of a cocktail bar, except “Martinis” isn’t open on Monday nights. So I had the pleasure of choosing cocktails from their dodgy girly cocktail list, and having them made by a waiter who was new to the bar and doesn’t normally make cocktails anyway. He did OK.
When the manager arrived back from dinner, I complained that the cocktails were too girly. “Mate,” he said, “this is George Street. That’s the point.” Oh yeah. Fair enough. It’s a mating signal, or something.
At the other end of the week, Friday was a write-off because it was Sydney’s hottest day on record. Maximum temperatures of 46C across the city. I escaped to Cronulla with the intention of having fish and chips, but I was distracted by a baby xenomorph and local customs, strange rituals and their cosmopolitan cultural experiences.
Anyway, to business…
None. I did say that I was going to write something about that, but yeah. Productivity. Tomorrow.
None.
Still none. I’d thought that Australia would have returned from its summer break this week, but no. It seems far quieter than the same time last year, and several taxi drivers agree.
Buggered if I know. Well, on Monday I’ll help Bunjaree Cottages set up their email marketing, and on Tuesday I’m being a guest on someone else’s podcast. But nothing else has been planned out, either for the working week or the Australia Day long weekend. I should probably do something about that.
[Photo: The rain begins… in Cronulla. Well, there were a few drops, just before I took the train back to the city.]
Here are the web links I’ve found for 04 August 2008 through 05 August 2008, posted automatically using a coat hanger, three melons and a small well-brushed poodle.
I take back everything negative I’ve ever said about the Hotel Cremorne. I went exploring upstairs and found a cocktail bar called “Antlers”. Antlers and cocktails? Heaven!