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!
Face-matching legislation is on its way through parliament. Inquiries kick off into fighting cybercrime and regulating crypto assets. And the government ponders adopting Agile development. Also, some stuff from ASIO.
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This morning Parliament wrapped up for 2022, and a whole bunch of important things happened — including the passing of legislation for the National Anti-Corruption Commission and bigger data breach penalties, and an interesting selection of new bills.
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My week of Monday 17 to Sunday 24 October 2021 was one of those pauses before a busy period. Nothing much new produced, but there’s now much more clarity about how the next few weeks will unfold. And I watched birds!
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My week of Monday 7 to Sunday 13 December 2020 was remarkable productive even though I spent much of it in Sydney being a little unproductive. Three articles! A podcast! Even some planning!
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The week of Monday 1 to Sunday 7 July 2019 was both productive and entertaining. Three stories written, an audiobook listened to, and a jerkbird spoken about.
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North Korea launched yet another ballistic missile in the general direction of the ocean. So stick a nuke on it, and we’re fucked. Well, Japan is fucked. Or the oceans is fucked. Whatever.
There’s also stories from my recent travels, cybersecurity, spooks, terrorists, and something from the Dough Anthony All Stars. And of course Nicholas Fryer with a look through The Arch Window.
But overall, the message is that we’re fucked, the man running America is a goose, so we’re really, really fucked. Plus other stuff.
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