More Public Policy!

Don't worry, I'll put a stupid ad up soon, but I was interested to see this post from Andrew Norton on the HECS/HELP program.

I guess in some way this is related to my previous post. On the whole, I am supportive of the notion of user contributions to higher education, provided policymakers get the balance right, which I am not sure has been the case over the past decade. As a result, I am interested in the broader impacts of that balance/imbalance. My own anecdotal experience (dangerous, I know) of teaching at UTas over the past seven years tends to support Norton's assumption, if anything it seems like more diverse backgrounds are being represented through the School of Government than was the case in my undergrad days (1996-99). Obviously the reasons for this are complex and wide-ranging, but it has provoked my interest whenever I read another attack on HECS/HELP.

I'd like to see the figures drilled into a bit, and wonder if it is reflective across the states, and more particularly, if figures are consistent from regional and rural areas as well. I’ll keep an eye out for any future stuff.

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I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

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Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

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