If thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

When does a bus stop stop being a bus stop? St Johns Park, New Town. December 2010.

What's your favourite piece of technology, and how has it improved your life?

Broad-scale public sanitation/plumbing. I am never one to over-estimate the importance of running water. It has improved my life in too many ways to count.

When was the last time you used it, and what for?

[At time of writing] I had a shower after Touch Football. Much needed, as we didn’t have any substitutes and I was on all game.

What additional features would you add if you could?

It seems pretty good as is. I’m a fan of water pressure, so we can always amp that up a bit!

Do you think it will be obsolete in 10 years' time?

Let’s just ensure that every bugger has an equal chance at having it before we render it obsolete first!

What always frustrates you about technology in general?

The rapidity with which we become dependent on it, and it ceases to be liberating and becomes a constraint.

If you had one tip about getting the best out of new technology, what would it be?

Give things a try. Don’t quit at the first sign of trouble.

Do you consider yourself to be a luddite or a nerd?

None of the above. I welcome new things, but do apply the general rule of “if it ain’t broke…”

What's the most expensive piece of technology you've ever owned?

Probably one of the new computers I’ve had over the years.

Mac or PC, and why?

As I said earlier, I use both. I am a PC man at heart though. I enjoy the versatility and DIY potential more than the pseudo-fascist mentality of the Mac.

Do you still buy CDs and DVDs, or do you download music and films? What was your last purchase?

I have bought CDs and DVDs for the kids or Jen of late, but it has been quite some time since I bought anything for myself. I do download a bit. I won't mention the most recent buy, because it is a present for someone.

Robot butlers – a good idea or not?

Why not?

What piece of technology would you most like to own?

Something that could quieten two boisterous children down without harshening their buzz.

Note: The original questions were pilferd from here...

Comments

Kris McCracken said…

BAH!

17 December 2010 at 15:02

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

Theme Thursday again, and this one is rather easy. I am Tasmanian, you see, and aside from being all around general geniuses - as I have amply described previously - we are also very familiar with the concept of WATER. Tasmania is the ONLY island state of an ISLAND continent. That means, we're surrounded by WATER. That should help explain why I take so many photographs of water . Tasmania was for a long time the place where the British (an island race terrified of water) sent their poor people most vile and horrid criminals. The sort of folk who would face the stark choice of a death sentence , or transportation to the other end of the world. Their catalogue of crimes is horrifying : stealing bread assault stealing gentlemen's handkerchiefs drunken assault being poor affray ladies being overly friendly with gentlemen for money hitting people having a drink and a laugh public drunkenness being Irish Fenian terrorist activities being Catholic religious subversion. ...

But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.

Can you believe that it is time for Theme Thursday already? Today we are not talking chocolate , toddlers , mess or ignominy . No, today we're dealing with ANIMAL . Now I could have posted a picture of a possum, numbat, wombat, wallaby or any other furry killing machine that roams our fair isle, but I figure that I'd use a far more deadly creature as an example of an animal . Some people - I know them as fools - have chosen to embrace that highfalutin idea that human beans are for some ungodly reason superior to animals. Of course, what these imbeciles seem to forget is that were are simple animals ourselves ! Anyone with a baby, toddler, teenage boy or Queenslander in their household could tell you this. Look at Henry [above]. One chocolate frog in the back of the car on a sunny day and all of a sudden it's Elagabalus meets Bacchus for a quick shandy in the Serengeti and we're down on all fours carrying on like a cat in heat. Fair dinkum, anyone who chooses to ...

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

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...

This will hurt me...

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