Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.

It's raining again. Princes Street, Sandy Bay. October 2011.

Yes, we know that that Internet is a wonderful place filled with all the rich and varied treasures that the world holds (as well a videos of fellows and horses in uncomfortable poses). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last few week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

The ever-reliable Ben Goldacre explains why so much of what is reported in the mainstream media on "science" is rubbish...

A website full of pictures of women looking dissatisfied in bed...

A listening party from NPR with three members of Wilco to discuss their (magnificent) new album...

A fantastic article on my favourite vegetable from the Smithsonian magazine, How the Potato Changed the World...

Four charts that explain what Wall Street protesters are angry about...

A great interview from The Guardian with Jarvis Cocker about the state of music today. I agree with his comment, "Music's changed in that way. People still listen to it, but it's not as central, it's more like a scented candle. It sets the mood."

‎"...The largest scientific research study of its kind, analysing the relationship between multiple categories of childhood trauma (ACEs), and health and behavioral outcomes later in life”.

Comments

Vince said…

Nice one Krispy.

The line from the Pulp guy is a pretty good one actually. I probably agree too.

Not quite totally related, but anyway: friends have asked me to sing at the wedding on a beach in the New Year. The bride-to-be loves the song "The Blower's Daughter" and I will be singing that as she walks down the "aisle-beach". It's a classic example of how music sets the mood (and the lyrics become not as important)

24 October 2011 at 19:11

Kris McCracken said…

Vince! Good to hear from you. I agree with you and Jarvis.

You might have to amend that last line though...

1 November 2011 at 14:23

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

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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