Cruel Leaving aside for the moment that it is probably inappropriate to the event, but how cruel to set off a bomb at the Boston Marathon, and to have it go off four hours into the event. This is when the most ordinary people would have been coming through, people like me, in fact. It's so deliberately targeted at being mean. I am reminded of the Swedish killer, Brevik, who went after children in the same way. In this case, I am left at the moment to wonder what the motivation was, what could possess someone to do this, and this way Annoyed, of course, at the media, who seem intent, post-Benghazi, at scoring points on who calls something "terrorism" first. This is obviously terrorism, regardless of motive, or whatever else unfolds in relation to it. Nevertheless, when officials use the term they have a specific meaning in mind, which the media are ignoring just so they can point fingers, or, even better, get politicians to do it for them, generating more acrimony, more noise, more "news". Shame. Annoyed, too, at the inevitable politicians who will use this to deny that gun control is still a problem. It is; it's separate; deal with it - and this, too. Very sad for the injured and the killed and their families. Heartfelt condolences and sympathy.

Part of the Family Annette Funicello was a regular presence in our house, on television, that is, and is better remembered than any of her fellow Mouseketeers. She died tough, though, developing MS and living for 25 years with the degenerative disease. Her charity will continue, and leave a more lasting legacy than her television shows or films, but there are still some heartbroken boys remembering a first crush out there, I’ll bet.

Thatching I don’t want to celebrate anyone’s death, except maybe a few people’s, and Margaret Thatcher had only a minimal direct effect on anything I experienced during her period as Prime Minister, so, too bad, so sad, and let’s all move on. Nevertheless, I was in England in that period, and I remember the society I encountered, a concept she denigrated and did all she could to despoil. It was a very troubled time, much more oppressive than a free society would be expected to be, although you also need to keep in mind the IRA, whose activities certainly weren’t helping. (But Bobby Sands, remember, too.) There’s a reason, more than just the excesses of “prog rock,” that we got punk music there and that it went the way it did, with its hard political edge. We got that in the States, too, although remember we also had St. Ronnie. I had no regard for Ronald Reagan, and insofar as his regime and hers fed into the triumphalism of each other, allowing them greater leeway in crushing unions and demonising the poor, that’s a big part of how I will remember Thatcher, right there in the same special circle of hell occupied by the Gipper. Not that I expect them to languish there alone for long. No small part of Clinton’s policies was all that dissimilar from Reagan’s, nor Blair’s from Thatcher’s. In fact, they could not have enacted the “reforms” they did without Reagan and Thatcher having been so successful in wearing down the opposition. It’s a great shame to all of us in democratic countries that we haven’t been able to develop the political will to truly stand in opposition to the kinds of policies Thatcherism represents. We have yet to see, in the US or Britain or Australia, a national government devoted to uplifting its citizens. We seem endlessly to play at “culture wars”, pitting rich against poor, a game only the rich can win, which seems the intent. Daughter of a shopkeeper, Thatcher betrayed her class, when she could have made things better.

Boom I really can’t figure out North Korea. Throwing missiles around, let alone nukes, isn’t going to make them any friends, let alone reunite them with their prosperous southern cousins. The whole Kim dynasty thing is mysterious, too. Could the latest in the succession actually be the real power, or is this the military throwing up a façade? I don’t believe the they’ve got intercontinental ballistic missiles, but they seem to have rockets capable of hitting Japan, Russia, South Korea, even Indonesia, and possibly Hawaii, Alaska, and northern Australia. (Poor Darwin; last time it was Imperial Japan.) I’m similarly sceptical of their nuclear capabilities. Even assuming the actually do have the bomb, it doesn’t seem they’ve achieved the degree of miniaturisation required to stick one on the end of missile and launch it anywhere, which puts South Korea at risk, still, but fewer other places within their range otherwise. So what do they want? Well, they’re starving over there, and freezing, in winter (except, maybe, the military, who at least appear to have warm coats), so maybe they want a war, one they can lose. Losing a war isn’t the same as saying, hey, look, this whole business since the 1950’s was a mistake, so we’re going to change it up and see if the South will have us back now, so we can have jobs and fuel and food again, sorry. That’d be a loss of face. But losing a war, that lets you bluster along pretty nicely, all in all, except if you get hanged, or shot, or otherwise killed. Look at the collapse of Yugoslavia. The leadership over there did quite well for a very long time. And there’s always exile. Some murderous monsters managed to live peacefully and comfortably elsewhere in the world for many years after they lost their jobs. That might be a little harder to get away with if you throw nukes, but less so otherwise. I’ll bet Pakistan would take in a couple of Kims, although it might not be quite the safe haven these days that it might have once been, given how the U.S. managed to fly in and zap bin Laden. Maybe not. Could be this is just a little more of their usual bluster, trying to get the rest of the world to agree to food donations and fuel oil shipments and so forth in exchange for them stepping back from the line they’re threatening to cross. It’d be a loss of face, too, to ask for help, so getting it offered and accepting it, reluctantly, means they get to goose-step through the streets but go home to a bowl of rice instead of eating grass. Are they really all that crazy? Are there none who question their leaders? No Winston Smiths? It’s decades of propaganda, control, and punishment. It’s possible. It’s terribly sad.

61% What do I know? I'm not even in the census anymore.

Straight Up We hit the Enmore Theatre on Sunday to see Tedeschi Trucks, on the basis of their recent live recording CD, which includes some find blues singing from Susan Tedeschi and some very flash guitar from her husband, Derek Trucks. We had fun, but wondered at the stage configuration and sometimes lack of engagement from the performers, although there's a lot to be said for musicians that just get on with playing instead of capering. The music is pretty much just straight-up rock 'n' roll, which is no bad thing, and they concentrate hard on getting it done. The two drum kits were maybe overkill, but as one of the few live performances I've seen where that configuration is at work, I did get at least an inkling as to why you'd bother. Tedeschi Trucks were supported by Trombone Shorty, a New Orleans-inflected funk band, definitely worth checking out. I may have to hit the record stores to secure a copy, especially with the guest line-up.

Control vs. Out of Control The NRA solution to gun violence in schools is more guns. They have, over the years, prevented any scientific study of gun violence, but will categorically assert that the reason there are shooting at schools is because they are designated gun-free zones and therefore attractive to anyone with a gun and a grudge or whatever other motivation they may have to go shoot someone. This is a false narrative, of course, as many mass shootings occur in areas with no such designation. The idea that the “good guy with a gun” is an effective disincentive to deranged killers fails to note the “deranged” component of the equation, not to mention also that even trained individuals are shooting themselves and others regularly, as well as losing their guns from their cars, homes, offices, etc., although these things don’t get reported on a national level. How many times have we read of some idiot teaching his dog to retrieve guns who ends up getting shot by Fido? You won’t find it in the New York Times, but in your local paper you may very well. Check your police blotter, if your paper publishes one. Such stories are often treated as humorous exceptions, but they add up and they mean that people with guns are dangerous to themselves and others, regardless of whether they are themselves criminals. It is sensible in a country with millions of guns that those weapons should be regulated, like the militias they were meant, 200 years ago (when there were also a lot more dangerous animals in close proximity to humans, and when feeding your family required some deer to supplement what you could grow yourself), to empower against tyranny. How the NRA became the bastion of murder instead of an amateurs’ society devoted to actually keeping people safe around guns I cannot understand, just as I cannot understand how what is actually such a marginal group can wield such disproportionate political power. Well, that last point I think is probably attributable more to the lack of courage our politicians routinely exhibit than to any actual power the NRA may have, although they do have far too much money for advertising than is good for the country, clearly. Keep writing to and calling your representatives in Congress. We have to fight these bastards. Peacefully.

The Harder It Gets Jimmy Cliff, at the Metro, Thursday night, kicked the evening off with "You Can Get It If You Really Want", and had the crowd dancing and singing along right away, and pretty much never let up. He performed many songs, his own and those of others, from the soundtrack of the movie that made him, and reggae, famous, all over the world, as well as songs from the rest of his catalog. His band were very tight, right there, driving the evening, especially his backup singers, one of whom acted the role of MC as well, keeping the crowd engaged, as if he needed to. I haven't kept up with Mr. Cliff for many years, and while it's nice to know he's got a new record, the songs he performed from it being of good quality, even the anthemic "One More", his defiance of any suggestion of having peaked too soon, the audience around us seemed very up-to-date with every song sung. "Many Rivers to Cross" remains one of the most beautiful pop songs to come out of the '70s reggae scene, and no one can fail to hear the plaintive soul of the Melodians "Rivers of Babylon". All up, a consumate entertainer, maybe struggling a little to stay at the top of his game, but no less beloved or deserving of admiration.

0.0025 Why does Justice Kennedy say "We have five years of information to pose against 2,000 years of history or more"? Because he's not Jewish? Because he doesn't know that marriage as a formalised, state-sanctioned ritual administered by churches is actually a development from the Middle Ages? And why, then, do I feel I cannot trust him to rule well in this case? If I reckon Alito, Roberts, Scalia, and Thomas are nearly certain to rule against anything that advances equal rights to gays & lesbians in regard to such a ludicrously divisive issue, Kennedy now becomes the fifth vote in the majority ruling I expect. Maybe Ruth Bader Ginsberg can be counted on, at least in regard to California's Prop 8, and maybe Kagan and Sotomayor, but what about Bryer? Can I hope that Kennedy might yet come up to bat for the other side? The remarks off the bench during the arguments aren't always instructive. I hope for the best.

Swell Music Season Start A bit of a pun, that, as last night we went to see The Frames at the Sydney Opera House, billed as "Glenn Hansard & The Frames", a result, apparently, of Mr. Hansard commencing a solo career or side project, in addition to his previous efforts following the film Once as the Swell Season, with Marketa Irglova. Hansard spent a portion of the show, which ran for about three hours, alone on stage, or duetting with Lisa Hannigan, who also opened the evening. I spent some years remembering and forgetting to follow up on my brother's recommendation to listen to the Frames, finally only buying a relatively recent release by the band and enjoying it no end, not to mention how much I think Once is a lovely movie. The show gave me a chance to hear songs from across their catalog, which goes back about twenty years, and left me thinking I've got some catching up to do. Any band with a title track song named after a Werner Herzog movie (Fitzcarroldo) has to be ranked among the very best arts bands of all time - but they are more, really. Hansard spoke of his "busker's arm" problem, in which he strikes his guitar harder than is necessary under amplified conditions. "I've finally found strings that will stay on, but the guitar suffers," he told us, and sure enough, his two acoustic guitars, as can be seen in Once have indeed suffered, with holes worn into them along the striking pattern above and below the resonator. But this is more the point: he and the band are entertainers. They are having a great time, but all the better when the crowd is with them. Encouraging the Sydney Opera House attendees to forget themselves and their prestigious environment for the evening, Hansard and the band had us singing along, snapping our fingers, and, if not dancing in the aisles, engaging otherwise, including, at one point, helping out with forgotten lyrics. (We might all have been better served, however, with less participation during the instances when Hansard or the ensemble assembled at the edge of the stage to play without amplification - a bit too big of a venue to transmit the sound effectively, at least for the songs performed.) We were also treated to an acapella rendition of the Bright Eyes tune "Devil Town", during a broken-string hiatus. I haven't seen a performance as purely fun as this in a while. They walked off the stage at 11:30, playing as they went, Leonard Cohen's "Passing Through", and as we left the Opera House after them, I swear they were still playing in the dressing rooms. Just too much fun to stop.

New Traditions I first encountered Chinua Achebe when I was pursuing my Master's at the University of Michigan, under Lemuel Johnson, for whom my thesis was probably adequate but perhaps never as good as he'd hoped to see, in his first year directing the program of study he developed, devoted to African literature of the diaspora. We studied so many wonderful authors that, at the time, we had no idea of, those of us in the program, and I found that experience broadening in ways that Achebe's most famous character, Onkokwo, would have been bewildered by. But I guess that was part of what Achebe was after. Achebe's novels, those that I've read, are marvelous explorations of traditional society on the cusp of destruction. They see into the effects colonial policies would have years and decades after, with profound insights into the social and psychological damage the inherent and inherited loss of identity would cause, and included enough criticism of the post-colonial government, especially of Nigeria, that Achebe ended his days in exile, but no less revered and admired for all that. The politics of African nations are fraught with dangers for its artists, but they remain fearless, and many have produced works of great quality, deserving of even greater recognition than they have achieved. Achebe, though often criticized by some of those who followed him, was among the very best, whether others may be considered to have surpassed him or not. There are now highly skilled Nigerian writers, many producing world-class material. They owe a debt to Chinua Achebe. On a side note, I am very sorry to have learned of the passing of my professor at Michigan, Lem Johnson. Professor Johnson, as the link above will show anyone who reads it, was a brilliant and accomplished man and scholar. He taught me a lot. He was near-infinitely patient with me, and I'm sorry he's gone. I hope that some part of his program will survive, so that the literature he championed in my time with him and thereafter may continue to receive the attention it deserves.

Disarray I am so tired of Presidents standing up in front of Congress and saying "the state of the Union is strong". It isn't. This is evidenced by the nonsense spouted by Marc Rubio in the GOP response. It is evidenced in the fact that the Republicans also have a "tea party" response, and that they invite insane jackasses like Ted Nugent, who have actually threatened people, including the President, with guns, to attend the address and comment on it. It is evident in every single businessperson who claims that the ability of his or her employees to have health care is a threat to free enterprise. Every State that gerrymanders its electoral districts to ensure a Republican majority or that seeks to disenfranchise its voters - its poor voters, minority votes, Democratic voters - proves that the U.S. political system has fallen into disarray. Gun control is necessary. Tying the minimum wage to the cost of living index is a good idea. Supporting education and business initiatives are positive steps. Fixing the electoral system is a priority. All those election observers we send to other nations would report on our own elections positively. But only because the electoral frauds the Republican extremists want us to believe are a problem simply aren't. If they look at the actual structures of the system, however - and let me assure you that here in Australia and elsewhere in the world than America they do - the criticisms are harsh. Obama should have called out Boehner. He should have called out McConnell. Hell, he should have called out Reid, for that matter. Name names and shame them to their faces. Ryan, Cantor, Rubio, every damn one of them. And then tell his Democratic "friends" to get up off their asses. If you want something done, you've got to do it yourself, said the little red hen, and to hell with the socialist metaphors.

Wrasslin' The IOC shouldn't drop wrestling from the Games, it should go to the WWE format. Or revert to the more traditional Greco-Roman format: naked and greased up with olive oil.

Popery I'm happy to see Ratzinger resign, because it shows he maybe has a better sense of reality than you would normally get from the higher-ups in the Roman Catholic church, but instead of a Latin American or African pope, I'd rather see a woman. Now that would be progress. New blog label: "Anybody but Pell".

Credit Where Creditors Are Due Because I own a piece of it, does the Annandale going into receivership mean I get paid out? (I'd rather it would stay open, even if I don't go all that often.) Something's wrong with this city: first the Hopetoun, then the Sando, now the Annandale. Music is going to be relegated to theatres only before long, and that's going to make it even more expensive than it already is.

Southern Holiday
We took the public holiday to drive down to Mollymook for a beach holiday.  In terms of traffic, our timing couldn't have been better, as we saw kilometers of cars lined up going nowhere from about Nowra nearly down to where we were headed, a beach house - well, a house near a beach - that I'd be more than happy to share with two other couples, who'd easily fit, even with a couple of kids.  Maybe that Tasmanian set someday.

The weather, on the other hand, was awesome.  It bucketed down rain all through the four-hour drive (which we stretched a bit, in consequence, and for lunch), and all night thereafter.  It was torrential, a result of the cyclone up north, traveling down the coast.  The floods in Queensland and northern New South Wales were pretty much as expected, although Bundaberg got surprised when their river jumped its course, but all we got was cold and wet, impressive though those conditions were.

The storm surge, when we went out the following day, was still strong, although pictures (or my photography, that is) hardly do it justice.



The next day wasn't much better, but by Wednesday evening it was clearing.


Thursday was the best beach day we got.


On the drive down, even in the rain, we could see the tremendous damage caused by the fires a couple of weeks ago.  The evidence was just as stark on the return journey.


What's nearly as impressive as the fire damage is the fact that these trees are, at least most of them, still alive, as you can see in the top left.  With all the rain we got, the lush, green country we traveled through will soon return to its fullness, even in these sections.  I'd say you'll see the evidence before very much longer, after we get a little sun, too.

Punditry Fail

Gerard Henderson writes a regular column in the Sydney Morning Herald, and he is, like many of his ilk, dependably predictable.

The fashionable left-wing view of former president George W. Bush is he invaded Muslim lands and instituted draconian national security legislation - the embodiment of which is the Guantanamo Bay military prison. According to the leftist line, all this was a manifestation of a world view labelled neo-conservatism.

Of course, al-Qaeda's attacks in the US - which culminated in the events of September 11, 2001 - took place before the ''coalition of the willing'' (US, Britain, Australia and Poland) invaded Iraq. Also, Bush was never a neo-conservative since he has been a political conservative all his adult life. But facts rarely suffice to diminish a convenient theory. And Bush - war monger overseas and human rights oppressor at home - is a phenomenon widely referred to at universities and within sections of the media.

Well, Gerry, how was it not a manifestation of Bush’s policies – which were disingenuously referred to as “neo-liberalism”, not neo-conservatism – when he was the architect (ostensibly; Cheney was the brain[-in-a-jar] behind the administration, after all) of the actions, when it was his Defence Secretary’s bungles that screwed up first Afghanistan and then Iraq?

As for al-Qaeda’s “attacks’ [sic] “in” the US, can you enlighten me as to which ones occurred before [culminating] “in the events of September 11, 2001”? If you mean the USS Cole, that was not “in” the US, and if you mean the ’93 bombing of the World Trade Centre, that wasn’t al-Qaeda. As you damn well know.

Apologists for Bush like to point out that Obama has ordered more drone strikes than his predecessor, and they like to claim that there are no general protests being raised against them. That, too, is false.

Conflating the actions of France’s President Hollande in Mali with Bush’s actions in Afghanistan and Iraq doesn’t help the argument either. In Mali, after all, there is a legitimate government being supported by European efforts, not toppled. And adding Algeria to the mix again points to a fundamentally different set of conditions as if it was equivalent.

That’s the kind of fuzzy thinking that got Bush into trouble and America mired in wars that have made getting out of the financial crisis it’s in significantly more difficult, as well as making any effort to help others nearly impossible. It’s also the kind of misdirection that left many people believing that Saddam Hussein was involved in September 11 and believing that letting Osama get away wasn’t a big deal.

It’s flat-out ignorant. It certainly doesn’t deserve a paycheck.

It’s the Stupid Economy

When politicians here talk about how they’re going to be all about the economy, they mean inflation and they mean interest rates and they’re blowing smoke.

I don’t care what Tony Abbott thinks the unemployment rate is about
because he isn’t really going to do anything about it, at least not anything I want from government.
I want Medicare and I want major infrastructure builds, including the National Broadband Network (even though my internet speeds are fine, thanks), because these things help people and that’s what government is for.

Government isn’t just about the economy, and when that’s the focus all kinds of people get hurt, especially the most vulnerable of us. Cracking down on dole bludgers was a great gimmick for Reagan and Howard and Thatcher, but it hurt people and had absolutely no net effect for the rest of us.

Are interest rates too high? Where? Greece? Not here, so why are house prices so crazy? That’s not unemployment and it’s not government spending. It’s a lack of oversight.

Labor reneged on its budget surplus promise? I never wanted them to make that commitment, especially not when they were trying to keep us out of the GFC, which they managed well. Deficits are not evil in themselves and don’t represent mismanagement. It’s amazing that there are still people who think it’s like a credit card.

Every government spends money. I know how I want them to spend it, and vote for the party with the policies that spends accordingly. Promising to not spend is not going to win my vote.

Hot
We've had to add a new colour to the weather maps to account for temperatures higher than we've ever charted in the last hundred years.  And over the last week we've had terrific wildfires in Tasmania, New South Wales . . . well, pretty much everywhere.  And yet . . . .

When I moved here, Australia was in the midst of a mult-year drought.  This only officially broke in the last couple of years.  In fact, this year and last have been pretty cool and definitely wetter than my earlier experience.  Fire was a big deal then, too, and often started even before Christmas.  This year and last, that hasn't been quite the case, at least not anecdotally, if news media reportage constitutes anecdotal.  But after seeing the Tasmania reports, when we were told that yesterday would present "catastrophic" danger of fire, most of us took it seriously (except, allegedly, for three teenagers, who thought they'd see what happened if they set one off; thankfully the fire service were able to deal with it, and the police were quick to locate the suspects).  After all, with all this rain, there's been a lot of growth, and that means plenty of tinder for bush fires.

So it proved to be.  Not many properties affected, but lots of fire and tough conditions.  And yet . . . .

Today is cooler, which makes fighting fires easier, but the temperatures are set to soar over the coming days and to stay high for a while, including and in some respects to do a "heat dome" over the middle of the country, which is causing a pressure system to stay in place longer, allowing hotter temps, and hence the need for an expanded colour scale.

And yet in the news reports of the fires and of the weather nobody says "climate change".  Nobody says "global warming".

I heard one news reporter asking a meteorology expert whether the conditions were a change, a "new normal", and if we could expect more and worse.  Neither one said "climate change" or "global warming", but danced around the topic.

Not helpful.  Long periods in the high 30's, in the 40's, and expectations of temperatures in the 50's don't just mean we're going to have to be more careful about fires, that we're going to be hot sometimes.  They mean we're on "watch and act" status with the expectation of hearing the call to evacuate . . . globally.

Climate change is real, and cleaning out the gutters and cutting back the bush around our homes is only going to help a little.  Even when we use those activities metaphorically.

(Here's a map showing the weather move across the country.  No hot pink yet, but it'll come.)

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice [Schools]
The NRA, after skulking off into what turned out to be wholly temporary obscurity, including shutting down their Facebook page (they have friends?), has returned with some truly awe-inspiring gun-nut belligerence.  Armed guards in schools is what we need to keep our kids safe, and less violence in video games and t.v. and movies (and in the home, maybe, do you think, like fewer guns lying around . . . o.k., no, not so much that part).

Never mind that there are plenty of schools already with armed guards, including at Columbine, even when that school massacre was perpetrated, more guns is always the answer.

Write to your representatives in Washington, in your State capitol, in your county government, in your municipality . . . write to everyone.  Tell them you want regulations and tell them they can't have your vote if they take one more dime from these asshats.

I'm writing to mine every day until I get an answer and a commitment.

Update
Arm the priests!

Hellhounds on the Trail
Really?  The name of the company that sold the rifle used in Connecticut was Cerberus? As in the three-headed dog that guards the hell of ancient Greece?

And we wonder about American gun culture.

It's damned.

I don't care what else they do, these people need to step up, and not just sell off.

A Port Arthur Moment
In 1996, a madman killed 35 people in Port Arthur, Tasmania.  The response included something unexpected from the Prime Minister at the time, John Howard: gun control.

How many mass shooting has the U.S. had now?  Had even just since Columbine?  Had just in the last year?

Mr. President, it's your Port Arthur moment.  The hell with the "fiscal cliff".  Make gun control happen.

Light Speeds

The plan to build a light rail link from Sydney’s eastern suburbs, starting at Randwick and travelling through Surry Hills, to the CBD, including closing off a stretch of George Street to traffic, is a good step forward, at least for the beach suburbs, up to a point, but isn’t going to do much beyond that.

The traffic sticking points aren’t limited to getting to and from work in peak hours along Anzac Parade or the airport. The real problems are coming in from the south, where you’re suddenly dumped into single-lane entries through Newtown, or from the West, where Parramatta Road becomes a bottleneck, or from the North, where the bridge traffic has to be funnelled into the streets of the CBD.

Light rail already exists in part of the inner west, but serves a limited community and is vastly underused in consequence. Extending that part of the system would make sense, but faced considerable community opposition because the planned extensions were so poor. (Residents in Ultimo and Pyrmont, for example, can walk faster anywhere they want to go in the CBD than waiting around for a tram was going to help with.)

So thank goodness the foresighted planners this time have also included another 33 kilometres of highway to dump cars into the city, and a truncation of bus service.

Three to five years before we take one step forward, two steps back, and three over to the side to wait until something better gets some funding.

Paying for It

This is a damn shame. Unions have been trouble from the start, although usually trouble for employers trying to exploit their employees, but also admittedly because of corruption, such as the infiltration of unions by organised crime and the kind of machine-politics exploitation exemplified in On the Waterfront. But the drive to eliminate collective bargaining from American workplaces isn’t about those problems. Legislatures enacting these bills talk about economics, and that’s true, but not the way they’d have you believe. Unions, public or private, aren’t taking employers (which, in the case of public service unions would be taxpayers, ultimately) for a ride. They’re trying to get a good deal for working people and the deal is often predicated on pensions. Pensions aren’t money now; they’re money later. Instead of having the money up front and saving it, employees rely on their employers to help pay for their retirement. The problem comes in, then, when those employers find themselves faced with the bill for the agreement. Then they want to renege. They’re welshers.

Knowing that you will have to cut a deal from time to time, and that the deal will mean less cash in hand now or later, incentivises employers to find a way to disarm workers. Republican legislatures are complicit in making sure that working for a living only lasts as long as employment itself does. They clearly believe that unless you are an employer yourself you’re not worth the cost of your labor, certainly not after you’ve stopped working. That’s why they want to gut Medicare and Social Security and unemployment benefits. They call these things “entitlements” and talk about “dependency”. And we let them get away with it.

There’s nothing wrong with regulating unions. Killing them doesn’t help the economy, however. It means only that the 1% have a better chance of growing their share of the economy at the expense of everyone else.

These are people who believe they shouldn’t have to pay for what they use. They think we should pay for it and are doing everything they can to make that happen.

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The problem with the House Republicans isn't that they can't do math or aren't honest - or, anyway, not the main problem - it's that they have Boehner as leader, and he is on record as having specifically run for national office because he thought his own taxes were too high.  And this is characteristic of every single one of these asshats: they are selfish, they never learned to play well with others, and they admit it, every day, but the jerks that elected them and keep voting for them are equally selfish.  Except for the ones who can't do math and aren't honest.  Well, maybe them, too.  Go, Whigs!  It's coming true faster than you realize.

The Man of Bronze

A "new" Doc Savage novel? Well, according to the blurb on the back, it is, from a previously unfinished "Kenneth Robeson" (i.e., Lester Dent & his corporate stable of writers) manuscript.

I haven't gotten very far with it, but it's about twice as thick as any of the others I've ever read and otherwise just as identical.  I'll see if it's got the whole crew of sidekicks or focuses on just Monk & Ham, as they often tended to do.  Maybe Pat will show up, too.

A Short Walk in the Woods
Although the track from Perry's Lookout to the Blue Gum forest is less than three kilometers, it's pretty much three kilometers straight down and then, for the bushwalk on Saturday, straight back up after lunch.  I haven't done stairmaster like this since ever.  But the Blue Gum Forest? What a sight.

Not so much me, of course.  Glad of the hiking poles, though.

Credentials
I've joined the Australian citizenry more fully than even a passport will provide for:

I own a barbeque.

Lamb, potatoes, cauliflower, for a first effort. Next up: sausages.  We'll get to the rest as we go along getting used to.

Win/Fail
I don't think I'm going to get over the Obama win very soon, or the Republican loss.  Yes, we can, we said, and then we did; Yes, we will, we said, and then we did.  Repugnants only managed: oh, no, you mustn't! Heavens!

I have hope still for what may yet be accomplished, but the change we voted for is assured by the re-election of Barack Obama: ain't no stopping us, now!

Harry Reid: step up!

House Dems: step up!

President Obama: take a bow, and then step up!

So much time, so little time to do it in - until 2016, and then who will it be?  That's the only thing that's worried me since 2008: Biden?  Clinton?  Probably not.  So who's next?  C'mon, guys, Elizabeth Warren?  Hey, I like.

Fun
The "Run4Fun" is . . . yes, a fun run.  Held out at the Olympic Park each year, you finish inside the main stadium, which is . . . fun.  This year's result, well, it's better than I expected, so maybe I can build on it from here. My first City2Surf was only another 17 minutes for a race that's 4k longer, but I was younger and fitter (the latter not so much, the former is all relative these days), so my plan is really just to come in under 90 minutes next year.  This one is pretty much the end of the racing season, as from here on it gets a bit too warm even in the mornings to be running that hard.

Running the City


I understand why, but I also disagree with the decision to cancel the NYC marathon. O.k., the city is struggling to clean itself up, get the power back on everywhere, cope with the devastation of entire neighborhoods, and Central Park is a mess, but I still think they should have kept the race on.

Surge

It seems hard to believe that a late-season storm could be such a big deal, but Sandy looks to be a huge . I expect there will be significant damage, although my early impressions were that it’d be mostly affect coastal resort property and infrastructure (especially if you count beaches as “infrastructure”, as there will be a lot of sand lost). Then I saw the picture of that building crane’s boom bent over backward.

I suppose that the replica HMS Bounty pulled out to weather the storm, rather than try to stay in a harbor, so as not to be crashed ashore, but it doesn’t sound good for the lost crew members.

And other losses? Hard to believe it, but right now it’s going to actually harm Obama’s chances of getting back in. I do not look forward to hearing his failure to be re-elected was due to the storm, however. After all, he should be solid in most of the affected States in the first place.

Well, stay home, and I hope everyone’s stocked up on bread and milk. (Why those two? Especially if the power goes, what are you going to do? Make cheese sandwiches?)

Coming Out Swinging

The President did well in the third debate. Romney did o.k., which is important. He didn’t fall over when he was pushed, but Obama was fairly effective in rebutting claims and pushing on Mittens’ policies and campaigning. My favourite line has to be the “horses and bayonets”.

But zingers don’t win debates and debates aren’t themselves what win elections. Where Obama has not done well is two-fold: attacking R-money, as the President has done over the entire campaign, is not the same as having policies, and if he’s got them, they’re the weak point Willard consistently points to, that they are four more years.

The last four years have no doubt been hard on America, as they have been elsewhere (and I am thankful for Australia’s currently robust economy and hope for more of the same or better; not that I’m likely to get either, at least not for long). There has been nothing dramatic to change people’s perceptions, even with 5 million “new” jobs and an overall decrease in unemployment, a decrease that appears to have resulted in treading water economically.

Obama has done well: Don’t Ask is gone, universal health care is closer than it’s ever been, we’re (mostly) out of Iraq and on our way out of Afghanistan. Killing people, even Osama bin Laden, whether with ground troops or the increased use of drone strikes, is not something I think is worthy of credit. Bailing out the automobile industry is.

People go on and on about deficits. They look at Greece and Spain and say: not us, thanks. But they don’t see that the austerity measures such as those proposed by Romney-Ryan are a significant part of how those countries got there. They look at Britain and see bipartisan austerity without recognising the cost it’s had to the society. Romney says that government doesn’t create jobs and that it shouldn’t be in the business of investing in businesses as if that was the same as investing in research and development. But business is where research and development needs to be conducted right now, because that creates jobs. It’s also a way to increase businesses starting up in the U.S. and creating jobs. The U.S. government has, in the past, directly created jobs, and it can do so again, investing in infrastructure development and long-needed upgrades and repairs. Deficits don’t matter. They can be reversed and they can be written down. Austerity has long since been proven a poor way to restore a nation’s economy. And let’s not let people like Mr. 1% get away with comparing Obama’s path to that of Greece. Greece has got a serious problem with tax avoidance, something R-money knows well and knows from first-hand experience.

Obama gets two out of three debates, but in the next two weeks he can still lose the election, and it’s his to lose. Unfortunately it’s too late to point to websites, and it’s too late to put up policies. We have to want four more years more than they want the next eight.

Round 2
I missed Biden vs. Ryan, although I have enjoyed some of the commentary I caught up with.  Seems Joe did a good job roasting the Congressman.  But, now back in town, I caught up with Democrats Abroad Australia for a public viewing of the 2nd Presidential debate on CNN.  This time I'll give the win to Obama.

The President was on-message, and engaged Romney - and Romney's policies - well.  He didn't let Mittens get away with lies, which was good.  The moderator was also effective, to a point, in keeping both candidates to the format, stopping R-money when he tried to get the last word, although Obama was the more likely to back off.  Romney kept up his usual me-me-me schtick, interrupting, going off the asked question.

But Romney was still effective.  He's got a kind of charisma, so even if his 5-point plan (really?) is basically "trust me, I've been a Governor and have worked as a consultant" he comes across well.

Obama got in a few good zingers, but he also sounded petulant at times, not a good look for an incumbent President, especially in his appeals to the moderator to moderate more.  He's also given to starting sentences with "look", and that's a bad way to start any appeal.

There was an article last week in the NY'er about billionaire resentment against Obama, and as much as I think such attitudes are unbecoming at best among the super-rich, Obama wasn't winning any friends among them today.  I suppose it hardly matters at this point, with only a few weeks left in the campaign, but he still needs Wall Street money and Romney needs less.  I haven't read much about the ads or the effect the Super PACs are having, though.  I guess I could see the ads on YouTube, but I don't see much point in giving myself blood pressure problems.

But a win's a win, and I'll take it.  If Barry can keep it up for one more session, I think he'll roll on in come the first Tuesday in November.

Winners & Losers
I hate to say this, but I think Romney won the first debate.  He was good, very good, although mostly he was good at always getting the last word, and that counts for a lot.  But Obama was bad - not very bad, but bad enough.  He looked tired.  He didn't manage to rebut Romney even when Mittens was obviously lying.  The 5 trillion dollar tax cut that doesn't add to the deficit? Yes, it's basic arithmetic that tells us that's a lie, but Obama failed to make that point decisively, memorably.  He didn't rebut the obvious "death panels" references and he didn't manage to make a case in favor of Federal health care insurance vs. State-based, and that's a point that really needed to be made.

Worse, Obama looked tired and offered a lot of passive-aggressive bullshit.  The whole "if that's what you believe/want then he's your candidate" business just made him look like Gore.  I liked that he tried to claim "Obamacare", but he did a bad job of it, half-assed, really.

A lot of criticism of Obama has been that he's only as good as his teleprompter.  He looked it today.  He hemmed, he hawed, he "you know"'d too much.  Starting a sentence with "you know" or "look" is just bad form, it puts people off, makes them feel stupid.  Romney didn't do any of that, or didn't seem to.  He's a prep school debate pro, and he romped over Obama.  Putting up with a bully doesn't make you a paragon of virtue, it makes you a victim, especially in politics.

I want Obama to win.  I'd like to believe he will.  But he's going to have to step up his act in debates 2 & 3 if it's going to happen, all those solid blue States notwithstanding.

I'll probably miss Biden vs. Ryan, as much as I'd like to see it.  I'll be away on holiday, but if the opportunity arises, 90 minutes of ol' foot-in-his-mouth against the GOP's architect of nothing might actually be entertaining.  I hope.

Bridge Run
The Blackmores Sydney Running Festival was today.  I've done the Bridge Run twice, now, having geared down from no training, injury, and just general lack of motivation, and while I'm glad to have finished the 9k, I'm not exactly proud of my finish, but I'll take it.  Must. Train. More.  Maybe it's time to get up another half marathon.

We’d all heard the story of when a plane crashed into the Empire State Building long ago and nothing bad happened beyond that, so when I got called up to the roof to see the plane that had crashed into the World Trade Centre all of us there just thought it was an accident, even when the second plane came in, which from our vantage point in Soho we couldn’t see, other than the fireball that came through the north face, but with cell phones it wasn’t long before we knew what had just happened, although we wouldn’t know for a few more hours just how bad it was, the full extent of death and destruction.

M. was working in midtown, just blocks away from the Empire State, and panicked, not an unreasonable response, so I headed uptown to get her. The subways were all shut, at least from downtown and Brooklyn. Buses were jammed, but I got on without too much delay. Lots of people did. The pace was slow, so I got off somewhere just above Astor Place and started walking. Above me were F16 fighters, and although I hadn’t considered any danger beyond the event itself, I was reassured. (Imagine M.’s perspective: she didn’t recognise the shapes; they just looked like war.) That was when I overheard someone saying that the first tower had come down. The smoke plume was maybe larger than when I’d last looked, but the towers hadn’t been visible to me for a while. I still hadn’t gotten used to the immediacy provided by cell phones.

In midtown, I found M. on the street, waiting for me, and we got a bus home to the Upper East Side. We stopped in the local grocery. M. wanted water and bread and milk. They were already nearly sold out, and it was only about 11 o’clock, if I remember it right.

The television was the part that was hardest. Over and over we saw the explosions, saw the towers fall, over and over. We saw the clouds and the crowds and couldn’t grasp the magnitude, just how big this was.

I wanted to go out, donate blood, although it wouldn’t be long before we knew there wasn’t any need, but stayed home, stayed with M., stayed to close the windows against the smell of the smoke and concrete dust that permeated the air, even as far uptown as we were. Who knows what was in that smell that far away, but it’s still in me, I reckon; it always will be.

Sexist

We’ve had a spate of media nonsense where women have suffered the slings and arrows, the sticks and stones, and we shouldn’t have to put up with it.  Not because such sledging isn’t to be expected, but because it’s been sexist.  It’s one thing to disparage someone, to insult them, but to do so on the basis of their sex or their ethnicity, well, that’s not acceptable.

I won’t comment about elsewhere, because that’s not the point, but in Australia, where Germaine Greer, among others, was invented, we really ought to know better.  So why jackasses like Gerard Henderson can get published in the mainstream media is beyond understanding.

Shall we take it point by point?  Mr. Henderson says it’s fair for a politician to call a woman journalist a “cow”, when she was pointed and sharp with the pollie’s boss over not answering questions and basically not being prepared for the interview, because (a) “shock jocks” not involved in the interview are shocking, (b) calling a person a cow goes back to Banjo Patterson (although he didn’t), and (c) the insulted party returned the insult by referring to the other as a “dinosaur”.  Plus, there was an apology issued, not that Idiot Henderson mentions the actual content of the apology.

So, (a) No, what, really? Wait, isn’t that someone else on another topic?  Yes, it is.  No points.

(b) Wait, what, how long ago was that, and wasn’t that a different context? Yeah, no points here, either.

(c) Not the implied ageism, just a dig at an anachronistic idiot being anachronistically idiotic, as is the Idiot Henderson.  Gerard: you are a dinosaur.  Idiot.

(d) If you don’t apologise properly, it doesn’t count.  “I’m sorry you were offended” is not the same as “I’m sorry for offending you”, to keep things simple.

OK, knowing that he’s an idiot, Henderson goes on to say that it isn’t fair because no one ever criticises when a right-wing moron is called out for being so.  But the examples offered provide only false equivalences.   For a man to refer to another man as a “douchebag” isn’t the same as calling a woman a “cow”.  Yes, it does compare a man negatively to a woman, insofar as anything feminine in relation to a man is considered effeminate, and that is wrong, but the comparison is far more tenuous.

For Germaine Greer to have called out the Prime Minister for her appalling dress sense isn’t sexist, it’s just sensible.  The PM really doesn’t dress suitably to her body type, under the present aesthetic circumstances.  I reckon that’s pretty fair really, and I wish someone would be as honest with me if I start dressing in spandex.  I don’t deserve it, don’t look good in it, and have alternatives that would be suitable.  Fair enough.

The criticism John Howard received, as reported by Idiot Henderson, also doesn’t make the cut as an excuse.  He was vilified (and never vindicated), but not because he was a man.  He copped his fair share because he was an evil, selfish, creep.  Whether any of the criticism is in a book on offer from the ABC as a publisher is irrelevant to the fact that the ABC is government funded, too.  It’s a positive that government media outlet can publish such material.  Hooray for Freedom of Speech!  Except when it’s directed at men, or Liberals, right, Idiot Henderson?  Seems so.

“A sense of perspective” is what’s called for is it? Well, I think it would help if the idiot employed by the Sydney Morning Herald to make such pronouncements would employ some himself.  It’s about time for dinosaurs like this to make a better attempt at the perspective of the women they vilify, whether directly or by imputation, as Gerald Henderson does regularly. He gets paid for this?

Scripts, Lies, and the Need for Scripted Lies
I haven't seen much of the Republican National Convention, despite being home ill for a couple of days.  I'm lucky.  Australia doesn't take all that much interest in the nonsense, except to puzzle about it, scratch their heads, and ask: what, really? That's it?  And we listen to them about anything? 

But I have heard some things that even at this remove strike me as (a) lies, (b) scripted pablum for the crowds, and now (c) Clint Eastwood proving that actors working without a script can't even manage to lie well but GOP conventioneers and all their good ol' hometown buddies will eat it up with a spoon, probably because they are equally suffering the onslaught of imminent dementia and really should be in a nursing home before they end up on a bus to Topeka (or Ames, if they're already stating from Topeka) and we have to call up the National Guard to round them all up and return them to their loved ones.

Because the National Guard are mostly in Afghanistan and Iraq.

Which is because of PRESIDENT BUSH, Clint, not Obama, which if you could remember longer ago than last week you might know.

Oh, and Joe Biden, well, compared to "F... yourself" Cheney, whom I think you got confused with the current VP, he actually is a pretty smart guy, if a loose cannon.  At least he's not "big time" at cursing people for calling him on his lies and other egregious behavior.

Sorry, Clint, no more late nights for you.  Time they strapped you into your bed.

Seriously, are they all really that stupid, even the ones we thought were smart?  Or are we that stupid to believe that any of them are smart?

What a disaster.  Not that any Republicans will care.  They're voting for their guy anyway, because he'll cut their taxes.  Well, he'll cut the taxes of the 1% they work for, and that's almost as good.  Almost worked for Reagan, didn't it?  Except it didn't.

Drugs are Bad, mkay?
Lance Armstrong won those titles
, and I don't care what anyone says at this point.  He was tested and passed, so shut up.  It's wrong what they've done, and I can only say further: Live Strong, Lance.

Restorations
After one of trips abroad, I came home to discover that my stereo amp was getting no power.  I tried a few things, different power points, checking for a blown fuse, but . . . nothing.  So I checked the website for the shop where I'd bought it to see if they did servicing, which they did, or so the website said, and carried it in for a look-see.  They wouldn't touch it.  It's a Yamaha, the guy says, we don't work on Yamaha in-house.  Take it to South Side Electronics, that's where we send stuff.

Well, it was far, I was busy, so, no, I didn't, figuring maybe the next weekend would do.  On the way home, however, we happened to pass a street market, and here was an old Akai amp waiting to be sold.  $10, the guy says, but I don't know if it works or not.

It did.  Well, half of it.  It had ports for A-B speakers, and the right channel on each was working, so I went mono for a while.

South Side fixed me up for less than $150, which, given that it's a $600+ amp and a new one would be at least that, was a bargain.

What I will say for the guys that wouldn't do the repair is that the components they sold me work well together, which wasn't true when the Akai was plugged in.  The sound is back, and it's very good to have.  South Side will get a recommendation from me anytime they want.

Positioning
1:31:40 in this year's City2Surf.  That made me 33,533 overall, 21,853 among the men, and 1,739 in my age group.  Clearly there's an advantage to birthdays, but next year I swear I will not get injured. Something in my right calf went pop at about the 5k mark, something I thought I'd rested enough for two weeks prior, but not enough training and not enough recovery - and probably especially not enough return to conditioning thereafter - means the Run4Fun is more doubtful than not (although it is just a 10k), but there's probably time to prepare for next year's City2South, in Brisbane.  Since I've done the City2Sea in Melbourne, I really ought to do the Brisbane race, and the Canberra race, for that matter.  After all . . . - right? 

Tickets


There’s an Australian expression, used when someone seems to think he or she is special or privileged: they have “tickets on themselves.” Well, while we’re on the subject, for a ham-handed segue, Romney-Ryan is a great example of a pair with “tickets.” Like most Republican presidential candidates, Romney thinks he deserves to be (a) the GOP nominee and (b) the President. And Paul Ryan thinks he is the GOP ideas man.

Sadly, that latter statement appears to be true; he really is the ideas man, and maybe the only one, other than Grandpa “Get Off My Lawn” Ron Paul, everyone else being fixated on playing Doctor No to the Democrats’ progressivism.

Which means we have a clueless, flat-footed frat boy (Bush III, to all intents and purposes, but at least a “better” businessman) with a smart guy for his powerless Number Two. Ryan is there, effectively, to give his boss credentials he doesn’t deserve, and on the basis of his own lack of credentials. After all, Ryan’s credit for being the ideas man is that he’s effectively recycled the discredited ideas of a fascist and all-around crappy novelist: Ayn Rand. The man is a walking book report.

But what are Ryan’s ideas all about? How the Federal budget can be reduced so that the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. The first is accomplished by taxing the wealthy less. The former is done by eliminating entitlement programs for the poor and elderly. Both are the result of taxing the hell out of the poor and middle class. I’m not sure, but it’s possible his social engineering goal is actually to eliminate illegal immigration by creating a permanent American underclass, so that there aren’t any jobs undocumented workers can use to send money back home. That may seem to be in conflict with Romney’s reputation as an astute businessman, which relies on sending jobs permanently overseas, but if Ryan’s plan works, it probably wouldn’t be necessary to offshore employment anymore. At last, the GOP has found a way to create jobs!

This November, remember to rent The Fountainhead, just so you can have a little taste of what makes Paul Ryan suitable to be Vice President.

Pewter
Watching the London Olympics on Australian television has to be one of the finest examples of how bad sports television can be. If the Nine network can't do any better than this, how did they manage to get the contract for the broadcast in the first place? God only knows there must be some people who think field hockey, horse jumping, and rhythmic gymnastics are popular, but not in prime time, especially when you're playing, effectively, replays all day long, and even more so when you have analog and digital channels, so that you could play more than one event at a time - and, God help us all - more than just the same four advertisements.  But if there isn't an Australian in the event, it doesn't go to air, and if there is, and he or she doesn't do well, God help them in the interview, which will inevitably be abusive, derogatory, or skipped altogether in favor of using BBC coverage to gloss over it.  But, Bolt, Pistorious, and even the bronze, silver, and fifth-place finishing Australians, well, it has been special and worth watching (everything but the drag queen wannabes with their ribbons etc.). Sport - even outside the Hemingway definition (motor racing, bull fighting [which is immoral], and mountain climbing only; all else being recreation) - is remarkably compelling.

Just Say 'Roobie-Roobie-Doo'
Yeah, the villain in the new Batman movie? When he speaks clearly enough to be understood, he sounds like Sean Connery.  The rest of the time I think his voice was modeled on Scoobie Doo.

He's big, he's strong, he comes out of nowhere, beats up Batman bad, but mostly the movie is dull (including the dull, throbbing bass music).  Not even Anne Hathaway in a catsuit helps.

I'm with the New Yorker on this one.

Petulance


For my sins, primarily that of going away periodically for work or leisure, especially leisure, and having some stranger come in to take care of the cats, I seem to be called to atonement by having to take one to the vet. This time, after waiting hours for Felix to return, he finally appeared at the front door, plucking feebly at the cat flap, as if he didn’t know how to operate it normally, which, for him, is to dive through head-first. Upon opening the door, remonstrating with him, we saw that he had a pronounced limp.

Nothing appeared broken, from a cursory and basic examination, but he didn’t like the prodding, and he didn’t like it any more the following morning, so I bundled him into his carrier and off to Parramatta Road for a cab ride to the vet with the earliest opening hours.

The vet poked around and removed a scab, releasing a volume of nasty-looking fluid I haven’t seen outside of an Aliens movie. Seems that, although Felix thinks he’s tough, he’s not as tough as the other guy, and a cat-fight cat-bite turned septic, as it would.

So he’s home now, his front leg wrapped up to the shoulder, with a drain in place and antibiotics on board. I think the pain relief wore off not long after I got him home, but it could be he just doesn’t like the sock, which, while keeping him from draining all over the apartment, also keeps his paw from straightening normally, so he’s en pointe, as it were, but just with one foot.

Theo takes full advantage of Felix’s reduced mobility, as he’d otherwise be blocked or chased out of the various prime locations for being petted, but Felix does his best to solicit attention, looking like one of those paint-by-numbers exaggerated sad-eyed cats, if slightly less bedraggled.

That’s at least three lives down since I’ve had him, and as a rescue, probably four to five all up. Perhaps it’s time to transform him into an indoor-only cat. If I can stand the complaining.

I’ll get some Blue Mountains pictures, of which there are not many, up in the next few days, so that there’s something that isn’t about pus posted here.

Beastly


33 years ago, Ridley Scott made a fine science fiction horror movie, and for whatever reason, decided recently to go back there and sort of answer some questions left open back then. Prometheus is a good-looking and riveting movie, but it left me in the end laughing out loud. The first question that come to mind at the end is: does Mr. Scott have some kind of problem with sex? This is, of course, an open question from the first movie and its sequels, but in this entry, the monsters’ relationship to a grotesque view of sex is much more obvious. Various other questions may be addressed in this “training video”, such as, why touch the goo? When you see an alien, how close should you get? And should you order the calamari?

The movie was engaging, lots of thrills and suspense, but it didn’t add much value to the franchise or to the history of cinema. Maybe I should have gone 3D?

Unfortunately for me, with the new Batman movie due to open before long, I owe the GF at least one serious realistic movie and probably a date movie on top.

Anti-Social


I deactivated my Facebook account today. I haven’t deleted it yet, but I think I will before long. I just don’t find it interesting or useful. I’ve never learned anything from it, and anything I put up on it will just be there forever, possibly causing trouble for me in one way or another, so seeing an thorough end to it seems more worthwhile than finding out what games or silliness one person or another more or less remotely connected to my life, past more than present, mostly, may be up to.

Twitter, too, I think. It can be entertaining – more so than Facebook ever was – but unless you’re following some users who use it well, it’s only entertaining for about five minutes. And you really need to be following lots and lots of people, none of whom you’re ever likely to meet (or like in real life, probably). And most of them are likely not to use it well. Frankly, two dozen updates in a row are more boring than not, evidence that someone needs a blog. Or a friend. A physical one.

I’m also considering closing down my blog. It’s been fun, but if I want to collect hyperlinks to pages of things I find interesting there are more useful methods than this. I can’t remember the last time I looked back for something I’d blogged about. And if I want to communicate with friends and family, again, email works well, and my Googlepages site (or whatever they’re called now) can be used to post photographs or whatever else just as easily, and probably more so.

My own updates to these so-called social media sites or web 2.0 or whatever are less than worthwhile. I don’t even care about what I think that much, so I can’t expect anyone else to be interested. If you need to get in touch, you’ve got my phone number or my email address, so look for me there.

Mileage Cancer Council NSW has a one-mile race each year as a fund-raiser, the City Mile Dash, over by Darling Harbour. I didn’t manage to get much money together, although the rest of the team at work did a terrific job (we finished as the top third team), but as much as I’m happy to contribute, it was the race I was interested in, reliving glory days of the Fifth Avenue Mile, back in NYC. (At least this one has no association with that crazy birther dude.) I haven’t run a race like this in a long time and was badly undertrained even for the races I usually participate in, so a 7:29 finish was entirely satisfactory, especially for the oldest participant on our team. Next year . . . .

Partnerships The PM, Julia Gillard, opposes same-sex marriage, and disingenuously now says it’s o.k., because, look, she’s in a relationship without being married. Wrong. Australia recognises de facto relationships, i.e., common law marriage, albeit between a man and a woman only. To say that that gives everyone the same basis is just a lie. Opponents to same-sex marriage need to get over themselves. No one’s going to make anyone marry anyone else, and your church can impose whatever rules it wants on its congregation. Just get out of the way, so that committed relationships can be recognised with all the privileges and constraints as any other. It’s not about “more” rights; it’s about the same rights for everyone. Ms. Gillard’s opposition is based on scruples or squeamishness she cannot afford to express politically, obviously, and it’s time for her to grow up.

Want The boys would look swell supporting their candidate, if they were American cats.

Lights The Vivid Festival is on again, and this year’s line-up is more interesting to me than last year, so I’ve booked a couple of shows. Maybe I was being conservative, insofar as I was bringing a date, so the first selection was Temper Trap, a popular act out of Melbourne, I think, who made quite a success of their first release, Conditions, an enjoyable bit of pop music, and who’s second album, Trembling Hands has just come out ahead of the festival. (Haven’t heard the CD yet, which is interesting: remember when a band went out on tour to promote their latest release, and you had the record almost as soon as you had the tickets for the show, and that night you’d put the album on, psyching yourself up for the night? Yeah, didn’t happen.) I’m not sure what I thought of the new material. The sound in the Opera House presents some challenges, as so often with opera houses generally, and rock ‘n’ roll seems to overwhelm the acoustic design, especially if you’re stuck up in the back, as we were. I swear I bought better tickets, but oh, well. The sound issues wouldn’t have been a problem, weren’t a problem, but the lights . . . . Yes, Vivid is a “festival of music, lights, and ideas,” and it’s wonderful what they can do with lasers and such, but the strobes and the big stage back-lighting rigs were right in our eyes. It was hard to watch the stage most of the time. Not their fault, of course, and I’m sure it was spectacular downstairs, but I’m nearly as blind as I am deafened in consequence. A very good show, though, nevertheless. Great crowd energy, a tight band, really rocking out. Nothing bad to say about any of it, in the end. Tomorrow we’ll go see the LCD Soundsystem’s farewell tour concert movie, Shut Up and Play the Hits. I’m looking forward to it. But I do wonder if I shouldn’t have gone ahead and booked My Brightest Diamond; she was a highlight when Lou Reed & Laurie Anderson curated two years ago.

Insert Godzilla Here Anyone else think Japanese Island Aogashima looks like Monster Island? Good casting is good casting. (via Boing Boing, of course)

Central Coast Some photos from the Central Coast weekend. Lots of gazing into sunsets. Other things, too, of course, but maybe it's the time of year, or the smoke from the burn-offs across the lakes, but the colours really were so vivid. And the company. We also did a bit of hiking along the way back. One stretch of banksia was ominous. Seabirds of many varieties were in evidence, from the pelicans of The Entrance to the cormorants of, well, everywhere. Also in evidence, if slightly less so, was the variety of uses and users of the seacoast.

Awesome Just a head's-up: The Avengers is very entertaining. The new Hulk was good; I thought at first that it was too bad that Edward Norton didn't play puny Banner, but Mark Ruffalo did a fine job. The other players/characters were in fine, well-practiced form. But I think I'll skip 3-D from now on. It really didn't matter.

Cynics Marco Rubio as Vice President? Well, when we’re considering the possibility of Mitt Romney as Commander-in-Chief, why not? Sure, as a one-term Senator, he’s not no more qualified for the top job than Obama was, but in this case what we’re dealing with is a cynical ploy to retrieve votes lost by extreme right-wing pandering on immigration issues, if not outright bigotry, and it’s just the VEEP job, anyway. It’s not like past Presidential campaigns didn’t use the Vice Presidential selection to deliver key demographics in the past. It used to be that you’d pick a Southerner if you were Northern or a Northerner if you were a Southerner. Or if you were perceived as weak in a key area, you picked someone to provide the requisite strength. Biden, for example, was a similarly good choice for Obama as Johnson was for Kennedy, in that he was a Senate-business strong-arm (although that doesn’t appear to have worked out quite so well in the current term, so maybe it’s more Clinton-Gore). Instead of going with the top insider, though, Romney is going straight at the votes. Rubio may deliver more Hispanics than Mittens could otherwise expect, but if they do take office, can he work the Senate? Or is he just going to be another Tea Party foamer, but with a nicer office?