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We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.


Hen and Jen search for treasure. Little Howrah Beach. March 2012.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (as well as a refuge for many, many sad and lonely people.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning..

  • Let's start with one that gets me fired up. On the topic of the current trend of middle class entitlement here in Australia, it is no very clear that current funding policies of Australian schools aggravate the widening social gap in achievement. Grants to non-government schools encourage social selectivity and policies promoting 'choice' lead parents with cultural and financial advantage to pool their resources in schools of choice, both public and private. The key point is of course, that the winners of our education system are the best off and the losers are the worst off, and that dynamic is self-reinforcing and unlikely to change without systematic restructure.


  • What we have now is Orwell in reverse: the state, rather than elevate war to perpetuate itself, obscures war to perpetuate itself...



  • So I read that Vegemite is being undermined by globalisation. I dunno, I reckon that we're keeping Vegemite in business around our joint...br>

  • A warning to all ladies: your breasts are trying to kill you!

  • In other news to frustrate and annoy women: there has been a fall in the number of women in Australian parliaments. In a helpful response to an article by Dr Carole on the halving of the number of women on the government benches in the new parliament, she received this from a senior advisor to a Queensland Liberal National Party Senator, “Get a life… Blokes dominate most areas of human endeavour because Nature equipped them with something called testosterone… that women who can’t cut it cover their inadequacies by complaining of bias, and that fewer and fewer people are listening.”

  • This article is well worth four minutes of your time. It talks about the links between homophobia and suppressed desire

  • Bertrand Russell’s Ten Commandments for Teachers...

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