
Well then. It happened. Anthony Albanese is Prime Minister and Australia has a new Labor government. There’s a sense of hope in the air, but there’s also a sense of hesitation.
Continue reading “The 9pm Election Unhinging: The Aftermath”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!
Well then. It happened. Anthony Albanese is Prime Minister and Australia has a new Labor government. There’s a sense of hope in the air, but there’s also a sense of hesitation.
Continue reading “The 9pm Election Unhinging: The Aftermath”The Late Winter Series 2021 of the Edict continues with technology journalist and disinformation analyst Ariel Bogle from the Australian Strategic Policy Institute’s International Cyber Policy Centre.
Continue reading “The 9pm Anti-Lockdown Freedom Nazis with Ariel Bogle”A weekly summary of what I’ve been doing elsewhere on the internets, for those who haven’t been paying attention properly.
It’s a bit thin this week. After doing 30+ hours and a couple of all-nighters last weekend for that server migration I mentioned last time, I’ve been taking it slowly during this week. And I’m getting this post done on Friday night because I’m heading to Newcastle first thing tomorrow.
I’ll tell you more about what I’ve been doing next week.
Most of my day-to-day observations are on my high-volume Twitter stream, and random photos and other observations turn up on my Posterous stream. The photos also appear on Flickr, where I eventually add geolocation data and tags.
[Photo: Making TV at Aria: Lisa Creffield of Sky News Business interviews Peter Baxter from AVG at Aria Restaurant, Circular Quay, Sydney, following a lunchtime media briefing.]
I’m currently sitting in seat 30A of Virgin Blue’s 737-800 airliner, registrated as VH-VOK but nicknamed “Smoochy Maroochy”, sipping a moderately acceptable cabernet merlot which arrived in a little plastic bottle.
I’d chosen this seat for two reasons. Statistically this is the safest seat in the aircraft. But more importantly, it’s the first time I’ve crossed the Nullarbor, and I wanted a clear view of the desert uninterrupted by wings.
My plans have been thwarted. But I have been given an unexpected treat.