Author Archives: Ernest Zanatta
The Problem With Pell – The Passing of A Prince of the Church
I have met George, Cardinal Pell, four times. The first was when a friend of mine, one with far greater devotion to Catholicism than I, organised for him to speak at Monash University in mid 1988. He was a newly appointed auxiliary bishop at the time, and he spoke diffidently but firmly, like someone might …
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Is it just me or is everyone sick of Harry?
Is it just me or is everyone sick of Harry?
Anno Quandamque Anno Futurbus (aka I get intellectually self-indulgent about the year in review etc)
I am being a bit self indulgent with the title for this blog post, which most means something like ‘The Year That Was And The Year That Will Be’ in Latin. [I assume I have mentioned at some point during the nigh on three and a half years life of this blog that I studied …
Definition of Woke
Melbourne Victory Supporters Make Collingwood Supporters Look Like Valuable Members Of Society
http://www.theage.com.au/sport/soccer/three-men-charged-over-violent-melbourne-derby-pitch-invasion-20221219-p5c7jm.html I bet they have as few teeth too!
Australia Soccer’s Darkest Day….
I remember, circa 1991 or 1992, during the troubles in what was then called Yugoslavia, going with a Greek friend down to South Melbourne to watch the soccer team then known as South Melbourne Hellas play against the team then known as Melbourne Croatia. I think that the game was then in the national league, …
I like a good revisionist Western…
I’m still convalescing from the Covid, and isolating is sending me mildly around the twist. To keep me somewhat sane, I have been paying more attention to streaming TV than usual. Which led me to start watching The English, a revisionist Western series starring Emily Blunt, an aristocratic Englishwoman setting out in the American West …
No longer Novid….
You know, I was originally going with some friends for lunch today at Arundel Farm Winery somewhere on the far side of Keillor, where the flight path is the only clue that you’re not out in the country somewhere. My friends are doing lunch as I write. As for me, I am isolating thanks to …