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This weekend marks the resumption of the Australian Football League’s 2020 Premiership season. The AFL Club I support is the Footscray Football Club, which has, for the past 23 years, played as the Western Bulldogs. This is not exactly surprising, given I am one of those people who, born and raised in Footscray, see themselves …
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I liked Return of the Jedi when it came out. I suppose I still do, although I have not bothered seeing it again for many years. But I suppose it was when George Lucas jumped the shark as far as balancing the cutesy merchandising and kiddie gimmickry. R2D2 and his sidekick C3P0 work well together, …
I was born in 1969, which makes me part of the elder third of Generation X, which demographers assert as starting in 1965. That makes Bret Easton Ellis and his most famous character, the anti-heroic Patrick Bateman, Baby Boomers. Somehow I am glad about that. I have been listening to Huey Lewis and the News …
I first was introduced to George Orwell at age 13. There was that favourite older cousin the English teacher who kept recommending things (although I think that Orwell is on a different level to John Wyndham really…) who encouraged me to read 1984 and Animal Farm. I fear 13 year olds are still too young …
Continue reading “Zadie Smith – An Essayist on the Hitchens/Orwell Plain?”
I just saw an ad for Big Brother – a very nasty and narcissistic reality TV show which makes its way around the networks like a virus. First Ten, then Nine, now Seven. The people are not shy physically, and they are not exactly shy emotionally. People want to be on that show, fine. People …
“Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people’s praise. Only because our Goddess made us her own, and laughed, Claiming us all our days.” Thus starts Song of the Pen, a short but beautiful autobiographical poem written by one of Australia’s greatest poets, Banjo Patterson. It is …
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As a child, I used to watch a lot of old Warner Brothers cartoons on the TV. Looney Tunes, Merrie Melodies etc. Mostly they were organised into either The Bugs Bunny Show or The Porky Pig Show. And some were The Road Runner Show. Wile E Coyote, the hapless protagonist of the Road Runner Show, …
Continue reading “The Wile E Coyote Syndrome – Making Sense of the Share Market”
Since the age of seventeen, when Suzanne Vega was on the charts with her debut single Marlene on the wall and then the Pretty In Pink soundtrack song Left of Centre, I have been a fan of her music. When I acquired her debut album and played it constantly during swot-vac before my HSC exams, …
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“Marxism consists of thousands of truths, but they all boil down to one sentence, ‘it is right to rebel!’ For thousands of years, it has been said that it was right to oppress, it was right to exploit, and it was wrong to rebel. This old verdict was only reversed with the appearance of Marxism…. …
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Every few years my CD player stops working properly and I need to go buy another one. After all, I have a library of about 300 CDs that I have paid good money for and should listen to more often. However, this is 2020, not 1990. I bought myself this iMac almost 18 months ago …
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