Thursday, September 20, 2007
What I'm Reading
Coercive Reconciliation: Stabilise, Normalise, Exit Aboriginal AustraliaIt's a collection of critical responses to the Federal Government NT intervention, and it's exceptionally good so far.
Arena Publications turned the collection around from concept to execution in a really short amount of time to get it published before the election. And it's just so robust and necessary. You can order a copy by filling out this form. The book will be in stores on October 6. Highly recommended.
Labels: books
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Alexander Downer Fills Me With Confidence.
On selling uranium to India:
"They have an excellent non-proliferation record, other than themselves of course having nuclear weapons".
Labels: The man's got nuclear 'issues'
Friday, August 03, 2007
Am I A Bit Of An Arsehole For Finding This Entirely Hilarious?
Saturday, May 12, 2007
“This is a night we cannot deny”: Notes on the Eurovision 2007 Semi-Final
I have just watched it on SBS. I took frantic notes throughout. I relay those notes to you here.
IT BEGINS.
01
There is percussion. There is chain mail. There are noticeably off-key notes.
VERDICT: I would not mind if this went through. I would not be stricken, however, if it did not.
02
The song is Push The Button by Teapacks. In it, Israelis sing in various languages on the general theme of “I do not want to die, in particular, I do not wish to be blown up.” Here are some lyrics by example:
I want to see the flowers bloom, I don’t want to go kaput kaboom.
VERDICT: THIS IS GENIUS. There is added frisson because they are Israeli. Also, they are critical of a foolish leader, who, despite their fervent wish to not be blown up, they suspect may nonetheless “Push The Button”. I want this one to go through. VERY BADLY.
03
The song is called Comme ci comme ca. She is wearing either a) really high boots, or b) leather leggings. There are also leather chest/arm straps leading into a silver sparkly mini dress. I want to say it’s silver mesh. Or a variation on silver mesh. At one point in the song there is a break in tempo that introduces some rather classic clubbing in Ibiza/Night At The Roxbury-style synth beats.
VERDICT: I bear no hatred towards this entry, nor do I care very much about its prospects.
04
Dude, you’re wearing a black satin shirt. It’s largely unbuttoned. Why have you done this? Anyway, the song is about magic, perhaps it is called Work Your Magic or some such. I enjoy the lyrics, fragments of which I hear as:
Wipe some of your loving potion over me
Work your magic shoe
Yes I’m willing
The English people assigned to talk over proceedings puncture my conjecture by telling me the actual lyric is “When you put your loving potion over me” which spoils the fun with accuracy. Somewhat.
VERDICT: I support how very easily this otherwise mindless pop lends itself to filthiness, as in ‘Come on my face. Yes, I’m willing.’
05
Rock n roll can heal your soul
Broken hearts lose all control
Fashion killed by acid rain
A rollercoaster in my brain
Hmmm. Definitely Hetfield, then.
VERDICT: NO. NO. NO. You bring shame to the
06
The song is Visionary Dream. Is that you Dannii? No, on closer inspection, it is not. It is someone called Sopho, anyway. She sings:
This precious moment in my life
Holds me excited
I enjoy that ‘holds me excited’ line. It strikes me that it was possibly not conceived of in English. Sopho wears a red dress. She is encircled by four whirling Dervish types (or the Georgian equivalent) in grey tunics. But look! They also have mini swordsheath backpacks?! Out of which they flourish two short blades each?! Which they proceed to wave about in a very un-sinister way! For these are friendly dancing knifemen! What larks! Also, Sopho sounds a bit like Björk in the chorus.
VERDICT: Getting through, not getting through. It would be no travesty either way.
07
The song is called something like Adje Kroje. I have not spelled this correctly, let me assure you. But it matters not to me how it is spelled. No, what makes an impression is how it SOUNDS. Which is precisely like this:
Crotchy. Crotchy crotchy.
Ah ha ha. Are they singing about CROTCH. Let’s giggle at the possibility. Now let’s move on to giggle at the bass and guitar players who have moved into the synchronised ‘penis guns’ stance. Oh look, they think that move went over so successfully that they have decided to repeat it.
VERDICT: Not really, no.
08
The song is Vampires Are Alive. The feel is rather more Farscape. One of the singers realises which city he is in and so is heard to exhort, “Vampires in
VERDICT: This is all rather foolish. You are all middle-aged.
09
The song is Fight. It begins with fucking electrified violin. And nobody likes that. The singer is ‘demure’ in a gauzy beaded veil to begin with. It should be noted, however, that she is also wearing chaps. Oh, there goes the veil. It’s gone. Because of the rocking out (subset: emotional).
Never let nobody in
And step right on your dream
If you
Really want this dream
VERDICT: I have not enjoyed this at all. I will be annoyed if it makes it through.
10
The song is called On Top Of The World. Its initial moments caused me to grab the phone and then become confused, because it dawned on me that I have absolutely no idea which is the relevant authority to call when seeking to report the theft of Unbreak My Heart. I was saved from any further thoughts of civic action when a tempo change altered the song into a more Steps-like proposition, and my laziness took over as I realised there would be far too many people to call.
VERDICT: Boring. Should not get through.
11
The song is called Hear My Plea. There is a middle-aged man with a goatee, and a woman who seems dressed by that same guy who the popular consciousness powerfully associates with
I turn and walk away
I leave it all
A million miles later
Take me home again
VERDICT: Boring. Should not get through.
12
The song is called Drama Queen and it is by DQ (and I think we can guess what that stands for). She stands before a giant crown with a disco ball suspended from it. The look is quite Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. There is big pink feather fan action from the cohorts dressed in unremarkable black. Ooh, costume change! DQ’s big skirt has become a sleeker skirt.
I’m your drama queen tonight
Everything’s gonna be alright
In between reality and fantasy
I like ‘in between reality and fantasy’ as a trans statement.
VERDICT: Drag queens should be supported, especially when a giant crown has been constructed especially, and then customised with a disco ball.
AT THIS POINT, I find myself thinking something that I tend to find myself thinking quite often these days: “Simon Amstell should really be hosting this.” (And by ‘hosting’, I mean ‘talking over proceedings’.)
13
The song is called I Believe In Love and it is performed by Dragonfly feat. Dado Topic. There is a lady singing. She has very big hair. She is wearing leather pants and a thin silver mesh-ish sparkly top. Again with this clothing combination. There is also a man singing. If he were German, I would assume he had hung out with
You’ll never know how much I love you
You’ll never know how much I need you
VERDICT: Bad. Additionally, the backstory I concocted while enduring this entry left me feeling sad about what had become of the hero of the backstory I concocted while enduring this entry.
14
The song is called Time To Party and it is performed by The Jet Set. There is a birdcage in which girls writhe. One of them is the female singer. The girls exit the birdcage and proceed to reveal their debt to Pussycat Dolls choreographer, Mikey. Huh. His power really does exist. It’s not just some hollow thing that is constantly affirmed by Robin Antin and then reaffirmed by aspiring PCDs. His influence is real, and it extends to
Girl singer: Hey guys, you know I’m really hot
Boy singer: Yes, you are
At the end, the girls return to the birdcage. I doubt that any of this symbolises anything.
VERDICT: Stoopid.
15
The song is Molitva. Excellent, the lesbians are here. This fact is given away by the singer’s haircut, and that she wears a suit and sneakers. She is backed up by girls more femme. They also wear suits but there are subtle differences between them and the look of the singer. For example, they each sport a red sash. Reformed beauty queens, perhaps? They also wear heels rather than sensible shoes. But still, they are very supportive of the butch. At the end, everybody clasps hands with one another. This has a purpose. Because each hand bears a red mark on the side. And so when two hands are pushed together (for example, in a hand-clasping motion) the red marks form a heart. The song is probably about love, then.
VERDICT: Yes. Make the final please.
16
Buuuuuu. Another ‘metal’ band. If by 'metal' you mean 'long hair and middle age'. Which it's feasible you might. The singer wears fingerless black leather gloves with the word FREE in white across the knuckles.
VERDICT: No. And it’s not even an angry ‘no’. It’s just so bored now.
17
There are more giant fans. These ones are not feathered, just opaque paper I would guess. Black on one side, red on the other. They are flourished by people dressed in white. The song is so boring that they have done some value-adding by having a pair of ballroom dancers on the side. This is how boring the song is:
I want to take you to the moon
I want to make your dreams come true
There is a shiny bodysuit.
VERDICT: Absolutely not.
18 F.Y.R
You are probably becoming tired of me calling the songs boring. I am heartily sick of having to remark upon the trend myself. What’s the point of a boring song? And especially when it’s not even laughable for good measure. This one, called Mojot svet is not good. They’ve tried to dress it up with a bit of casual ballet (as evidenced by the untucked shirts and jeans worn by the ballet dancers).
Music is the only world for me
In my world we’ll live in harmony
Music knows no creed or colour
Day by day we live our dream
VERDICT: How many songs does the world need about the status of one’s dream? Even a world that knows no creed or colour must surely draw the line at allowing any more songs about having a dream, realising a dream, living a dream, losing a dream… REPETITIVE THEME.
19
The singer is wearing a shorter version of Jennifer Hawkins’ Miss Universe dress? Oh dear, there are more male ballroom dancers with more deep v-necks. Oh, and more big feather fans ushering in the costume change. The new dress is orangey/red, in line with the flamenco-ish theme? Oh my, A THIRD COSTUME CHANGE! She ends in a shiny silver mesh-ish mini slip.
VERDICT: Not a contender.
20
The song is Vertigo. A bare-chested burly man is playing a white violin. A second bare-chested burly-man then bangs a large oriental-ish gong. Both burly-men have identical outfits for their lower-halves: white loose pants with white scarves stuffed into them. The scarves are later pulled out and twirled around a bit. Oh look, once again there are fans as props. Seriously, I’m sensing that a Sparky Polastri-style ‘spirit fingers’ routine-shopping fiasco/explosive revelation is afoot. It’s as if everyone got the same advice: “I’m thinking leather, I’m thinking silver mesh. No? You don’t like that? What about giant fans? Yeah, giant fans are cool. And what’s your position on synchronised guitar penis guns?” Anyway, back to
VERDICT: I’m saying no.
21
This is schoolboy pop punk. Check the lyrics:
1,2
1,2
1-2-3-4
A fascination with numbers is borne out on the digital big screen backdrops. There are also synchronised guitar penis guns. As the song finishes, the singer says, “Thank you everybody. We can still save the world.” And nobody likes that.
VERDICT: No.
22
The song is called Unsubstantial Blues. I was thinking that maybe ‘unsubstantial’ wasn’t really a word, and why couldn’t the song have been called ‘Insubstantial Blues’? But I checked in the dictionary, and ‘unsubstantial’ really is a word. It means pretty much what you’d expect it to mean – you know, ‘not substantial’. Anyway, she’s got no shoes on. She’s carrying a suitcase. She’s wearing a white singlet, a big belt buckle, and blue jeans. She’s singing commercial country music. She’s waiting at the bus stop. We know this because of a large lollipop sign that reads ‘BUS STOP’. The lyrical gist is:
Why did you leave me?
And she reaches an emotional heartbreak climax point while singing this lyric, her big vocal moment stretching up the register with some force and carrying a little grit for good measure and it’s actually quite affecting.
VERDICT: You have permission to continue.
23
The song is called Partners In Crime. I did not enjoy it, but a part of the lyric tickled me in a wider sense, and so formed the heading of this post.
This is a night we cannot deny
We’ll always be partners in crime
I think it’s about having a one-nighter with a work colleague or something. She is carried to centre stage by male dancers who are all in some form of office wear. One is wearing suspenders. She is in a suit-style thing too. But what is that on her left knee now? Is that an intentional or unintentional glitter patch? I wasn’t paying enough attention to her knee at the beginning to notice if the glitter was there from the start, or if some of the energetic dancing wiped some of the glitter from her décolletage onto her knee. Somehow.
VERDICT: I don’t like you.
24
It is called LovePower. It is a disco song, sung by a man wearing champagne satin. There is a keyboard guitar entertaining some penis gun action.
Can you feel the love power?
Can you feel the love power coming your way?
Can you feel the love power - all day?
Falsetto pleases me generally, and I make no exception here.
VERDICT: I gave you a tick.
25
She is wearing a leather bustier and a big long taffeta skirt. It’s the sort of skirt that you just know is going to get ripped off at some point to reveal a sleeker skirt. What she’s singing sounds a bit like opera. It also has elements of the nationalistic communist choir call to arms kind of thing. The big skirt is still intact. I AM WAITING. The wind machine is parting the big skirt. The song ends. BUT WHAT? YOU ARE WEARING EXACTLY THE SAME OUTFIT AS WHEN YOU STARTED.
VERDICT: I paid too much attention to the skirt, and not enough to the song.
26
The song is called Shake It Up Skekerim. Is that you, Enrique? Whoever you are, you are wearing a red coat. You have women dancing around you. You just slapped an ass that was not your own. You begin, somewhat jarringly, by singing about ‘Sweet n Low’. That is a brand of sweetener. You also sing:
Lovey dovey lovey dovey all the time
I’ve got lots of candy to make you mine
Ah, I see. You’re mining the whole ‘sugar is sweet’ area of pop. And you’re pushing it into new areas. Yes, sugar is sweet. And yes, candy is sweet. But we must applaud your inclusion of ‘Sweet n Low’, your extension of the boundaries to include the sugar conscious who nonetheless want something sweet.
VERDICT: Fair enough.
27
The song is called Get A Life – Get Alive. The singer is wearing a silver sparkly mesh-ish hoodie. He is on top of a red feathered mountain inhabited by full body red spandex rooster people. The singer gets down from the big red feathered mountain, and the spandex people also vacate to dance around him. Actually, is that big red feathered mountain actually a big red feathered AIDS ribbon? It kinda looks like it is. What’s the title of this song again? Is this in fact some kind of positive HIV-positive song? I did not see that coming.
VERDICT: But still, what’s with the full-body spandex?
28
The song is Quest Notte by Bonaparti.lv. There is a man in a top hat, tuxedo jacket and jeans. He is wearing a medal of honour or something. Another one has come. And another. And another. All have top hats, some have bow ties, one has a black silk cravat, there are more medals in evidence. It strikes me, when the one in the long jacket comes out, that perhaps Fagin’s street urchins grew up to do Il Divo and were recognised by either royalty or the military for their service to the community. There are six of them now.
VERDICT: I don’t care if album sales say otherwise, nobody likes Il Divo.
So, there are my initial impressions of the Eurovision 2007 semi-finalists.
We were then treated to a quick snapshot of the 14 automatic qualifiers to the final, and these are 4 things I gleaned from the short clips provided.
1.
2.
3.
4.
And now to tonight’s results.
Of the 28 countries, only 10 could get voted into the final. These are those ten.
F.Y.R
Labels: Go Ukraine
Monday, March 19, 2007
Stay Classy.
Monday, March 05, 2007
On The Record: 20 Years Of Women's Radio
3CR's Women on the Line launches On The Record: 20 Years Of Women's Radio, with special guest Lou Bennett.
This 8 part radio series chronicles defining issues and debates in the women's movement in Australia since 1986 - all drawn from Women on the Line's 20 years of archives.
Celebrate with us:
When: Wednesday 7th March, 6.30-7.30pm
Where: Horse Bazaar, 397 Little Lonsdale Street, Melbourne
Check out our website after 7th March to download On The Record or order the free CD ROM.
Thanks to the Victorian Women's Trust for funding this project, and the Community Broadcasting Foundation, the Community Broadcasting Association of Australia and 3CR Community Radio for their continued support.
Ahem.
FRIENDS,
Please come to this launch (IF YOU DON'T I'LL... well, I'll understand completely).
But it's A THING that I've done and it's been quite a bit of work and *guilt* *guilt* *guilt* I'd really like to have someone to talk to other than middle-aged women saying, "Well done, this is so important" OR "Oh dear, this is hardly good enough. 20 years of a dedicated women's current affairs show to draw on and this is all you came up with? Shame, younger person, shame," OR, nightmare of nightmares, the Victorian Women's Trust representatives shaking their heads and saying "We gave you $10,000 for THIS?".
HA. I jest. REALLY, I'M FINE.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Yay! Pixies Tickets!
I have one.
It's mine.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Physics Makes Us All Its Bitches.
It's thrilling. It's somewhat mad. It's the new Of Montreal album, Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?
And my introduction to it is all down to Dave, of course. He mentioned it on Wednesday night at the Andrew Bird gig [which was EXCELLENT, by the way. Everything. All of it. But particularly his song about the Scythian Empire. The Scythians apparently ruled the Russian steppe from 600-300BC, and he thought they deserved a song. Also, he covered Bob Dylan's Oh, Sister, which made me glad. I love that song, and it has always puzzled me that it doesn't get trotted out by more people. I found it especially confounding that The White Stripes covered One More Cup Of Coffee, when the very next song on the Desire album is so apt to their early sister/wife business. Anyway, Andrew Bird = A Great Thing. AND he'll be supporting Joanna Newsom on Tuesday night, so, that's shaping up as the Best Gig of 2007, and January's not even over yet.]
So yes, Of Montreal. It's all good, but my current favourite song on the album is Gronlandic Edit. There's a lot to like in this song, but at the same time there's definitely One Thing that fights its way out of the mess of goodness to achieve particular acclaim, and that One Thing is this: in the delivery of the line "and for-GET, all of the beauty's wasted", there is an interval of a 9TH between the "for" and the "-GET". A whole 9th! (I think it's a 9th anyway. When I matched the notes to my piano, there was one more than an octave between them, which I presume is called a 9th. However, my piano is not exactly in the best condition.) Anyway, that bit packs quite the awesome. Listen out for it.
And really, "a mess of goodness" is how I'd describe Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer? Note: there are no derogatory connotations to "a mess of goodness". I just mean to say that there are so many things to enjoy in it, and they just keep piling up on top of one another. For instance, there are lyrics like the above-mentioned "Physics makes us all its bitches", or "I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book while trying to restructure my character", or "There's the girl that left me bitter/ Want to pay some other girl to just walk up to her and and hit her". There is digitised falsetto harmonising, there is "o-o-o-o-o-o". Excellent, yes? It's not my intention to make it sound like Laurie Anderson meets the Bee Gees (but, how awesome would that be?). Actually, I didn't want to describe it as something that has obvious reference points at all. Because, above anything else, Of Montreal has struck me as something highly original. I LIKE.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Music's My Imaginary Friend.
I've recently been enjoying the CSS (Cansei De Ser Sexy) album, particularly the songs Alcohol and Off The Hook. Oh yes. I'm very much a sucker for girly electro pop (see Le Tigre), an inclination only enhanced when the girly electro pop has the accents foreign (see Electrelane and Cibo Matto). So CSS is a great thing, in my book. Yes.
I'm also liking the Nouvelle Vague album, Bande À Part (I don't think I'm supposed to retain the grave accent when the A is capitalised, but, oh well), especially their versions of The Killing Moon and Ever Fallen In Love. My little brother favours Heart Of Glass, and he is correct to do so. But the album doesn't really sustain as a whole and my interest flags after a while. Still, there's great stuff on it.
Hey, you know Fleetwood Mac, yeah? Well, I was a stranger to it mostly, until I got a bargain bin Best Of the other week because people were noting the Mac influence on Midlake, and as I love the Midlake I obviously had to see what that was all about. And you know what it was all about? AWESOMENESS, that's what. Particularly the song Tusk. My little brother favours The Chain, and again, he is correct to do so. Plus everything else, EVER. Accomplishment: another shocking musical gap filled.
Also, in a 3CR capacity, Nicole and I have appointed ourselves to benefit the world using the live-to-air recordings of 3CR's diligent music programmers. You see, we are executing a Brilliant Music Revolution which entails, quite simply, selecting certain live recordings and burning them to a compilation CD which we then place in Studio 1 so that other programmers can spread the music around over the airwaves across the week. Hard work, yeah. Sometimes takes almost a whole hour of our time, once a fortnight. Phew. But revolutions require hard work of this kind. Anyway, in doing this, I have heard more Bands Who Is Good And So Will Be Loved, including Assassination Collective, Dolly Rocker Movement, Sunwrae and Ride On Lonesome.
Also, you know what else is good? Galaxies by Laura Veirs. It's a song. This kind of observation is mostly for my own records, so I'll know what I liked.
Some Things Gig.
On Friday night I went to see Deloris play at Revolver, without really having heard much of them prior to this outing. It turned out to be a good idea, going to this thing. It began as gigs usually do, with Dave and I somehow arriving at precisely the same time. This is a freakish and yet frequent thing that happens, and seems immune to variables. Anyway, we entered while The Tigers were playing. This pleased me. They were followed by Tucker B's, also pleasing to me. Especially a song I've since found out is called Like Fighting When You Don't Want To Fight. Seriously, this line up was solid and new to me, and struck me as entirely credible/proper music. Moving on. Deloris. I really like them. I am not just saying that. I have bought the album. I have listened to it rather a lot. Really. Especially the song Xs For Eyes. Really. A lot. I plan to be getting into more of this Deloris business too, because the Ten Lives album does not contain this one song that was played live, you know, the one where Ben had a big dominant bass line running through the whole thing? Is this a detailed enough account of it for tips, clues, whereabouts and such? To recap the particulars: there was a bass line.
On Saturday night, I went to the East Brunswick to see Because Of Ghosts, who were ably supported by JP Shilo, Ned Collette, and someone's mum when it came to the chorus of voices requirement. Ned Collette was performing in what I imagined to be the 'Andrew Bird style', what with the layering of guitar lines into a recorder, and even some whistling, etc. Ned Collette seems nice. I like him. And I guess I'll find out on Wednesday night whether or not his deal is in fact similar to the actual real live Andrew Bird deal. Also, I should point out to myself that it's entirely plausible for there to be two separate and distinct deals, irrespective of certain similarities, one of which belongs to Ned Collete and the other to Andrew Bird. Yes, this is quite likely. Blah blah blah in summary: a good gig. You knew that.
Some Things TV.
Rome
I enjoy this very much. And thankfully Mel recently caught me up on an episode I'd missed in "The Exciting Adventures of Blondie and Burly", and then even more helpfully messaged me on Thursday night to remind me it was on. Thank heavens she did, because hello! INCEST WA HEY!
Veronica Mars
I don't think I've mentioned my love for this show, but it's a big sweeping love. My only quibble is that the boys aren't cute or good enough. Veronica needs better boyfriends. That aside, did you watch it this week? I hope you did, because it featured Kristin from Laguna Beach as a lesbian cheerleader. This is good for two reasons, #1: Kristin from Laguna Beach plays a lesbian cheerleader, and #2: out of all the Laguna Beach folk, they chose Kristin to play the lesbian cheerleader. You see Kristin, I have discovered, is generally viewed with disdain and villified as a useless fool. She seems to have become a hate-figure of special significance and focus for celebutard-haters, so I think it shows the further strength of Veronica Mars that they're not buying into that, and are instead giving her a proper guest role rather than dumping on her, etc. I mean, I didn't particularly like anyone from Laguna Beach. It wasn't really a show you could have favourites on, because they were all nuffers. But it was easy to see that Kristin would be singled out for real-world derision simply because she had a dumb boyfriend who was someone else's object of affection, which by some insane logic makes Kristin a dirty slut and a huge stupid bitch who is a way lesser person than anyone else whoring fame after that show. Which is, of course, crappy. And Veronica Mars doesn't swim in that shit.
The L Word
OHMYGOD. Season 4 is SO AMAZING. I just love this show so much. Please, BE INTO IT AS I AM. It's just SO WELL DONE.
The Five Obstructions / Dogville
These great films will screen on SBS this week (Five Obstructions tonight, Dogville tomorrow night). Won't that make a nice tape for you.
Some Things Australia.
Is it so strange to express reservations about flag-waving? And is it really all that credible to present as if a national flag can ONLY have positive connotations/inspire goodwill-type feelings for 20 million or so distinct individuals? Or to claim that ugly incidents don't impact on how we view a flag? Or that, if you're doing something, the fact that you're wearing/waving a flag while you're doing it makes whatever you're doing better, or in at least ONE way, irreproachable. NO, THIS IS SIMPLY NOT THE CASE. Damn, it really bothered me that there was an inevitability to the direction of this 'debate' - in which the media reported a 'ban', and so a 'ban' was denounced, all while the very existence of any such ban was in doubt/disputed - leading inexorably to Pauline Hanson appearing on Today Tonight to say, a) that the 2005 Cronulla riots were simply an expression by AUSTRALIANS of PRIDE in being AUSTRALIAN, and b) that if you don't think that every person you see walking around with a flag draped around them AS IS THEIR RIGHT is just the NICEST and BEST kind of person who OBVIOUSLY LOVES AUSTRALIA AND SO DESERVES OUR RESPECT, yeah, if you don't think that about people who wear flags, then you should just "go back to where you came from" (note: this is not a fake 'get the gist' quote, it's an actual quote). It's just so LAME. Especially as it doesn't even seem to matter who exactly she's telling to go back to where they came from. The line just has to be said by someone. As do lines about how the flag is a symbol of unity, how political correctness has run amok, blah blah blah. I just found it very disappointing to be reminded that even though the dubious quality of such reactions has been pointed out time and again, they're still the ones that dominate the discussion, that raise themselves to the full height of their unreconstructed and apparently undiminished form, and all at the slightest provocation. Do we not mature beyond these things? I felt the nightly TV news media treatments were especially shitful, as if put together by the very green on their first time out, except that you knew they were actually the work of the seasoned who still would not move beyond the ludicrous... "and today's viewer poll question is: Should the Australian flag be banned at any time, ever?" Anyway, let's credit the ABC for being the only ones who juxtaposed the "don't you fucking dare restrict my flag-flying freedom of expression" story right bang up against that of the guy banned from Qantas for his George Bush "World's #1 Terrorist" t-shirt. Nice of them to point out the "hmmm? you see that?" without actually saying "hmmm? you see that?"
Thursday, January 18, 2007
In The Shadow Of The Palms.
I'm really interested to see this documentary tonight. We've had the director, Wayne Coles-Janess, on our show a few times, and on Tuesday he was quite articulate and furious about the cuts made to his film for this ABC screening. I never managed to see it before, so now I'll have to seek out the original to do a compare and contrast, because he sees a political motivation in the cutting of 'distressing' scenes from his film.Tonight: In The Shadow Of The Palms (ABC, 9.30pm)
