The spring series of The 9pm Edict continues with another visit from author, columnist, and man of words in so many, many dubious contexts, John Birmingham.Continue reading “The 9pm Curiously Circular Ham and Potato with John Birmingham”
Upulie Divisekera joins me once again for the third episode in the End of Spring Series 2020. She’s a molecular biologist, nanotechnologist, science communicator, and dinosaur evangelist.Continue reading “The 9pm Happy Birthday Coronavirus Space Karen Christmas with Upulie Divisekera”
Do you wink at powerful men? Apparently winking at powerful men is a thing, and we hear more about this and other tips for success in this rather odd episode of The 9pm Edict.
The panellists are, in order of introduction:
- Kate Carruthers, UNSW Ã¼bergeek and revolutionary cat;
- Nicole Williamson, Carbon and biotech consultant, or, as her Twitter profile puts it, “Science, Tech, Cleantech, Rugby Tragic, Aircraft Fleet Geek, Women as Leaders/Founders/Investors, all things Startup. Half Canadian, half Australian, half German”; and
- Jazz Twemlow, comedian, columnist for The Guardian, and writer
I’m a sucker for maps. I’m especially a sucker for satirical maps of our psychopolitical geography. So I reckon this Tory Map of the World from 1982 is pretty special.
I particularly like the entire Indian sub-continent labelled as “Pakis” and the mis-identification of Singapore.
Bonus link: A map of The World according to Ronald Reagan, with Africa divided into “Egypt” and “Negroes”.
Thanks to Strange Maps for the pointer.
In early voting, Margaret Thatcher is emerging as the erotic favourite to sing Touch Me at 36% ahead of Julie Bishop and Natasha Stott-Despoja tied on 18%. I’m guessing that’s because my non-Australian readers don’t known who the others are. Perhaps I should have included Madeleine Allbright, Golda Mier, Hillary Rodham Clinton and Queen Elizabeth II.
Andrew P Street is a genius. I say that because (a) he is, (b) knowing Andrew is one of the three vital components for understanding the full subtlety of this week’s poll, and (c) I dare not upset him by failing to acknowledge his enormous throbbing brain.
Last night ’Pong and I went to the Excelsior Hotel in Glebe. Their website is slick and glossy — but the web designer has clearly never set foot in the establishment because the Excelsior is what we in the business call a “dive”. Or, as the Macquarie Dictionary puts it, “a disreputable place, as for drinking, gambling, etc.”
I wish to report that the Excelsior is well-equipped for drinking, and we made ample use of its facilities.
Andrew P Street is, I believe, also well-equipped for drinking, being in possession of hands, mouth, gullet etc. He also has a guitar, and his mouth is so arranged that red wine may flow inwards while, at other moments, song flows outwards.