Hi Elanor. Am I still allowed to write on this thing? At least, in non-diary form? I guess as we're both, like, students again, it would make sense to start having opinions on things and stuff. But it's been such a long time. The workforce has made me complacent, crushed my spirit, and made me happy with things like twitter, $19 bottles of red wine, and expensive scented candles.

So anyway, I feel the need to express an increasing unease about what's been going on of late. As everything's already been said by everyone on every other medium, this will either sound redundant or over-wrought, but basically I have a real fear that by the end of the year Tony Abbot will rule the country. And then I will have to leave.

I mean, I assume that even horrible bigoted Australians still think he's a bit nuts and not to be trusted with the nation. And even the most conservative types want to preserve their right to have secret abortions, and secret bottom drawer porn. But what scares me is that even people like me, who were always slightly uneasy with Rudd but willing to put up with him in order to make the country ever so slightly better, are disgusted in him. It was a very low bar we set. But actually, maybe that's not so alarming since we'll never vote Coalition, which means he doesn't need to earn our vote, and can focus his energies on trying to solidify the middle ground and alienating everyone in the process... but still. We didn't expect much and it's still turned to shit. Anyway, unease expressed.

On the flip side, the Liberals are hilarious at the moment -- maybe it's because Kerry O'Brien seems so invigorated and terrifying lately (Joe Hockey looked petrified on the 7.30 Report last night, as if he was expecting vivisection). They're acting like a pack of slimy, squabbling young libs (which they were I guess) spinning any kind of shit to win an argument. And I'm not being partisan here. That's just the way it is, which makes me even more uneasy: when they're so obviously lying, why can't Rudd argue the point. Everything's just trapped in this routine of spin being combated with more spin, with no one actually pointing out when stuff isn't actually true, or might be true, but also might be a reasonable non-evil response to things that are highly complex. Anyway, rambling. All of this has been said before, so I may as well go back to twitter.

I also have an opinion on this, which is similarly awful and hilarious.

Diary: Monday 27 July - Monday 3 August

Monday 27 July
Saw Guest of Cindy Sherman at MIFF. It's a documentary about the New York art scene from the perspective of Paul H-O, who in the 1990s hosted the public access TV show GalleryBeat. The film traces how he then became the boyfriend of photographer Cindy Sherman, and his growing (somewhat churlish but not mean-spirited) discomfort at being a nobody attached to a huge art star. I felt a little uncomfortable at finding myself implicated, through watching it, in the furthering of a kind of opportunistic self-aggrandisement based on reflected glory. But it's kinda interesting, too.


Tuesday 28 July
Stayed at 3CR all day after the Breakfast Show to help out on reception/scrounge around for content for the Stick Together show. Then went to see Outrage and The Girlfriend Experience at MIFF.

Outrage is a documentary about closeted gay Republican politicians (who the film outs) and the damage they do to gay citizens because their closetedness and fear of discovery within a political party/base that clearly despises their true selves causes them to legislate in very anti-gay ways. You just feel bad all over. Anyway, on the upside, Washington DC is hella gay. On the downside, why are so many Republicans? The Girlfriend Experience is Steven Soderbergh's global financial crisis film, in which the brunt of the crash is borne by New York escort Chelsea in that she has to listen to all the rich guys freak out and whine.

After the film, went back to 3CR overnight to edit/produce that week's Stick Together, which I made using other people's interviews and a very elastic interpretation of the show's 'workplace and social justice issues' brief. I mean, the people in it have jobs...

Media from the Margins. We take a look at what media skills training can mean for prisoners in Britain, and the situation for women working as journalists in Iran, with Phil Maguire from the UK Prison Radio Association and Kathleen Currie from the International Women's Media Foundation.

The podcast sounds like this.


Wednesday 29 July
Saw Fish Tank at MIFF. I wanted to see it after reading about it earlier this year in this Observer article by Jason Solomons. And having seen it, I can't really add more to what Jason Solomons said, except that I agree. So, thanks for pointing me in its direction, sir.


Thursday 30 July
Saw United Red Army at MIFF. It began at 11am, and it still wasn't over by the time I had to leave at 2pm, as I had somewhere to be by 2.30pm. In short, it was THE WORST FILM EVER. It was even worse than that description can possibly convey. DEAR GOD. Avoid.

Raced to 3CR so that I would not be late to meet with Bea Viegas, who plays Juliana in the Balibo film, for our interview.


Friday 31 July
Worked at CASA House, then went to see The Exploding Girl at MIFF. It's about gentle people who dress well and spend their uni break at home in Brooklyn just, you know, hanging out. What's not to like?


Saturday 1 August
Saw A Lake at MIFF. My brother was with me and asked me beforehand what it was about. I recalled a vague sense that there would be snow, a young man, and like, atmosphere. A few minutes into the film I had to lean over to him to say, "Oh yeah, and he's painfully in love with his sister." A lot of people walked out of this film, and I really don't understand why. I liked all the blurriness and tension. I spent the film repeating "Be cool, Alexi" over and over, and held myself tensed because the woodchopping sounded so violent and I didn't want any axes to connect with people. I experienced a powerful sense of release when my fears of violence came to nothing.


Sunday 2 August
Started reading Perdido Street Station by China Miéville. It is a book of many treats, vocabulary-wise, but also, for instance, this explanation of Garuda social organisation:

The point is that you are an individual inasmuch as you exist in a social matrix of others who respect your individuality and your right to make choices. That's concrete individuality: an individuality that recognises that it owes its existence to a kind of communal respect on the part of all the other individualities, and that it had better therefore respect them similarly.

My favourite treat so far, though, has been this:

'...and then there were two,' sang Derkhan, a snatch of a children's counting song about a basket of kittens that died, one by one, grotesquely.

Oooh, I LIKE.


Monday 3 August
Saw Katalin Varga at MIFF. It was, I dunno, fine I guess. Except for that whole 'in summary, ladies, the consequences of going on a rape vengeance quest are a) forgiving the perpetrator and b) being violently murdered' thing.

Then went to 3CR to edit the Bea Viegas interview for tomorrow's Breakfast Show. Then home.

A promise

I swear, I won't subject this blog to any more hysterical spasms brought on by reading the Twilight books. At least, not after this.

See, I finished the last book this afternoon, and I just wanted to give my final word about the experience. It took a week to read all four, and I have to say, it has been the most good-humoured week I can remember. More than good-humoured, really. Kinda joyous. But in a controlled way. The books didn't consume me. They made me happy and wrapped up in them when I was reading them, and then when I had to set them down to participate in my life, the happiness would colour the rest of my time, too. So I went to work, I made a few radio shows and did some interviews in preparation for a few more, I saw films at MIFF, I slept well and woke early. I functioned better than usual. And all the while, I was quietly ecstatic. It was a good feeling, you know, all that wandering around smiling inwardly and radiating contentment.

The only problem I've had is not being able to adequately explain to anyone why I've been so taken with these books. For instance, yesterday, I stayed at my desk at CASA House after hours to read a bit more while I waited for it to be time for my 7pm MIFF screening of The Exploding Girl. And as my boss was leaving she wondered why I was staying back, and I explained that I had some time to kill and would just read a bit of my book. And she looked at it with recognition before I could cover it. "I know, I know," I said, "I'm not supposed to be reading this. Teenagers are losing their minds over it. The thing is, I'M LOSING MY MIND OVER IT, TOO." And she said, "Teenagers, hmm, I know forty-year-olds who are obsessed." And she wondered why that was - she hadn't read the books and the reactions she'd seen bemused her. And I couldn't really explain mine, and then she talked about how she worried that it might be a cultural echo of some tendency to be thrilled by dangerous bad boys. And I found myself saying, "But, Edward isn't bad!" And she just looked at me. "Don't you think that's what all women in abusive relationships tell themselves?" Oh no! "But," I protested, "he feels such crushing guilt at even the thought of hurting her!" Again, she looked at me. "Elanor, you know that men commonly have that guilt when they hurt their partners. Sometimes, their apologetic despair is part of the problem. It makes women stay when they should leave." And I actually found myself saying, "But... but it's not like that." I knew how feeble that sounded. But I actually believe it. It's not like that. I mean, I don't want Edward Cullen to be my vampire boyfriend (I'm embarrassed to say that this lack of interest in him romantically stems from the powerful way your mind rejects any scenario that would separate him and Bella - they belong together, you guys). And I guess thrilling to a romantic fantasy from the sidelines, desperately hoping it all works out, does bond you in some way to that fantasy as a relationship model. I mean, you want all the characters you care about to get what they want - and in the Twilight books especially because they want what they want so much. And isn't it always like this? You don't want Mr Darcy for yourself, you want Elizabeth Bennett and Mr Darcy to be together, and you definitely want the way Elinor Dashwood suffers without Edward Ferrars to end, etc etc etc. As a reader, you just like to be there to see it. The Twilight books repay you by very effectively communicating how intensely happy this makes the characters - and the countervailing AGONY. It's like mainlining feelings. And I guess it's a fair question to ask - whether the pleasure afforded by this intensity obscures one's (my) perspective on the health of the relationship being modeled. But I really think Edward and Bella provide a good model - hear me out! - and do so especially in the context of intimate partner violence. I found it very difficult to make this point at the end of a long day at a sexual assault service, because I am, at heart, barracking for a romantic fantasy in which the boy is constantly fighting the powerful urge to kill his girlfriend but-love-makes-this-okay. Yes. This is - bluntly - the case I'm making. But here's the 'good relationship model' part that's not captured in that bluntness: 1) the books frame violence against Bella as the most abhorrent possibility ever to be entertained by anyone - and 'violence is abhorrent' is a good message, no?; and 2) there are no excuses for it. Even the super-special-one-of-a-kind-thirst for your girlfriend's blood doesn't grant you any leeway whatsoever re violence against her. To act violently/lose control/any of that shit - these are just not options that the book allows conceptually, or the Edward character allows behaviourally. For me, that underlines a strong message that perpetrators of violence make choices - to harm, to decide the parameters within which they justify their actions to themselves so that 'I would never hurt her' doesn't actually mean 'never', etc etc. So yes, I like Bella and Edward's relationship for a variety of punishingly lame reasons. But I think the least lame reason is that it's a relationship in which, ahem, 'Love means the restriction on intimate partner violence is absolute'. Seriously, you guys.

Anyway, I wasn't really thinking about these things yesterday while I was reading the final book - alone, at work, after hours. I was too engrossed. I do remember feeling glad that no other staff were around when I got to the end of the section being told from Jacob's perspective, so that nobody was there to witness me rock back in my seat gasping with shock/joy. And then I remember walking to Greater Union enveloped in an emotional high, trying to keep myself in check until I got into the darkness of the cinema so that I could grin ecstatically without freaking people out.

After the film I made my way home, still in full contemplation of how well the book was working out. I assumed this wouldn't be noticeable to anyone else - that my face didn't betray the gleeful responsiveness of my mind. But as I walked in the back door and set my bag down on the kitchen table, turning things over dreamily in my head, I came to understand that maybe my face doesn't lack expression in the way I think it does. My brother looked over at me. "Whoah," he said, "come back down to earth."

Tuesday things

3CR Tuesday Breakfast Show

• played my interview with Maureen Tolfree about her brother, Brian Peters - one of the Balibo Five. Brian Peters was a Channel Nine cameraman who went to East Timor in 1975 to report on the Indonesian invasion with Nine reporter Malcolm Rennie. They were killed by Indonesian troops on October 16, 1975 in the town of Balibo along with the Channel Seven news team of Greg Shackleton, Tony Stewart and Gary Cunningham. A new film, Balibo, tells the story of what happened to them and to another Australian journalist, Roger East, who went to East Timor to investigate their deaths before the Indonesian invasion in December 1975. Balibo is screening at the Melbourne International Film Festival, and to national audiences from August 13.
• Steph was joined in the studio by Martin Baldock from Equal Love, to talk about the campaign and the national day of action this Saturday August 1, with the rally beginning at 1pm at Federation Square.
• played an interview by Bree McKilligan from 3CR's Jump Cut with Melbourne filmmaker Kerry Negara about her documentary A Loving Friend, which looks at the response of the Australian art world to artist Donald Friend's self-avowed sexual relations with young boys in Bali. A Loving Friend screens at the Melbourne International Film Festival on Sunday August 2 at 2pm at Greater Union.

BREAKFAST PLAYLIST:
The Magnetic Fields - When My Boy Walks Down the Street - 69 Love Songs, Vol. 2


LISTENING Tuesday July 21-Tuesday July 28.
Last.fm says this week was spent in the company of:
The Whitest Boy Alive, Dreams and Rules
Miike Snow, Miike Snow
Bachelorette, Isolation Loops

Recent days

Thursday 23 July
I went in to 3CR to meet Maureen Tolfree for an interview about her brother - Brian Peters (of the Balibo Five) - and about the film, Balibo. I'll play the interview on tomorrow's Tuesday Breakfast Show, and probably on my next Women On The Line. Anyway, I stayed at 3CR editing that until it was 3pm, when I went to a meeting about the 2010 Seeds of Dissent Calendar, then I went to the Trades Hall to record a talk by Carol Adams on The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory. It featured a slideshow of all these meat advertising images she's found or been sent by readers, and it was pretty fascinating.


Friday 24 July
Worked at CASA House, then met up with Guy, Leah and Amy for drinks/dinner. As Guy walked with me to the train station, I confessed the real extent of my humiliating Twilight film habit - "Ummmm, sometimes, I even put it on in the background while I'm doing other things, like the other day I was researching interviews..." - and it made him consider watching it. I went home and fell asleep watching it.


Saturday 25 July
I couldn't resist any longer - I got the Twilight book. It has had an absurdly powerful effect on me. I spent Saturday reading it, chortling with glee, and hugging it to my chest when overcome by the pleasure of it. It was an entirely enjoyable experience. Seriously, you guys.


Sunday 26 July
Woke early to continue reading Twilight. Then at 11am went to the Forum MIFF office to pick up our Mini Passes. Then had some time to kill before our first film, so went to the ACMI Lounge to drink coffee and read more Twilight - with some scrap paper deliberately placed over the front cover to hide its identity. It shames me that I feel shame about reading it, because it doesn't deserve such cowardice. Frankly. it's MARVELLOUS.

12.15pm: saw our first MIFF film, The Milk Of Sorrow. I recommend it. It's about living in crippling fear of rape, but it's tone is not at all harrowing. Yes, the placement of a certain potato made my uterus pang so I squirmed in my seat throughout the film and for sometime after. But mostly it's just kinda beautiful, with oddly lovely songs.

After the film we went and ate some eggs in Degraves Street, where I kept secretly reading Twilight while my little brother openly read Miranda July's No One Belongs Here More Than You - I think this made him feel cooler than me. Which I wouldn't normally mind - he does look way cooler than me, probably is - but dude, it's my copy of the Miranda July. Anyway, then we went to Dymocks so I could buy the remaining three books of the Twilight series. I also bought China Miéville's Perdido Street Station, because I'm seeing him at the Melbourne Writers Festival and I haven't read a thing. Also, I had a general sense that buying a China Miéville book alongside books 2, 3 & 4 of the Twilight series might make me seem less ridiculous?

We still had some time before my next film - Simon wasn't coming to it as our MIFF schedules differ this year. I see this as growth. Anyway, so we popped in to the Len Lye exhibition at ACMI. And I think I'll pop back in to it rather frequently as MIFF continues. It's a nice way to spend time - watching Colour Flight or waiting for one of the metal kinetic sculptures to come alive and cause delight. And it's free.

Anyway, it still wasn't 4.45pm - when I was due to go see Treeless Mountain - so we went back to the ACMI Lounge so I could finish the first Twilight book. Which I did. And, as I'd spent the last day smiling and sighing, my brother finally ventured to ask, "What's so great about it, anyway? Like, is it better than Harry Potter?"And I said something about how it was different - it's not so much about big themes of decency responding to fear and hatred in a society with the whole world at stake, it's more about feelings and caring about characters and enjoying how they care about others - like, it's their emotional world that's at stake. Also, there are vampires. He might still read it, I guess.

Treeless Mountain had sweet kids in it, and sometimes they were sad. Basically, it's a film about two young girls waiting for their mum to come back, and how they spend their time. I liked it, but it dragged a little, too.


Went home and started reading New Moon, the second book in the Twilight series. It got a little embarrassing really, what with me sitting on the couch in the living room in full view of my family, becoming shakily devastated. Fell asleep with the book on my chest.


Monday 27 July
Woke early - 5.45am - so I could fit in more New Moon reading before heading to work at CASA House. Had to relent for showering and dressing, but I got a lift in, so was able to continue reading until I stepped out onto Lonsdale Street. As I waited for my coffee, I caught myself smiling inwardly and radiating contentment. This is sad, isn't it.

Anyway, tonight I'm seeing Guest Of Cindy Sherman.

My Complete MIFF Schedule

There have been some changes and additions (and there could always be more additions) but as far as I know my Melbourne International Film Festival this year looks like this:

Sunday 26 July:
The Milk Of Sorrow
Treeless Mountain

Monday 27 July:
Guest Of Cindy Sherman

Tuesday 28 July:
Outrage
The Girlfriend Experience

Wednesday 29 July:
Fish Tank

Thursday 30 July:
United Red Army

Friday 31 July:
The Exploding Girl

Saturday 1 August:
A Lake

Monday 3 August:
Katalin Varga

Tuesday 4 August:
The White Ribbon

Wednesday 5 August:
Antichrist

Thursday 6 August:
Defamation
Bluebeard

Friday 7 August:
The Art of Failure: Chuck Connelly Not for Sale

Sunday 9 August:
Dogtooth


Anyway, here's something I found out this morning - if you go to the MIFF website, and you leave the page idle for a little while, this hack message about Rebiya Kadeer comes up:


Click on the image if you want to get a better look.

I am not supposed to be a teenage girl, but

... I must confess to a few things I did this week that made me wonder about my level of adult sophistication.

1. Last Wednesday night, I went with my family to the Westgarth Cinema to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. On its opening day. As is tradition in my family. Yes, I am still doing this. Largely because I want to. Clearly, I am not a grown-up yet. Also, I LOVED it. I thought it was GREAT. In the past I have always left a Harry Potter screening raking over the niggling disappointments I found in the film, but I had zero criticisms for this one. So it seems that as I get older, I have less critical responses to a children's film about a boy wizard (although obviously, Harry Potter's not really even about wizarding or magic or whatever - it's about confronting the rise of fascism...) <-- see I still say stuff like that! Anyway, as soon as we got home from the film, my brother started re-reading the final two books, and I was jealous of him. I sat reading my book, Ben Lewis' Hammer and Tickle: A History Of Communism Told Through Communist Jokes, while looking frequently over at him, asking him where he was up to and so forth. Then I finished that book and started my next one, Nick Davies' Flat Earth News, all the while still peering over my brother's shoulder at irritating intervals. He eventually went to his room and didn't come out. Anyway, this morning I exercised some restraint - I decided to stay here at 3CR doing volunteer reception instead of bunking off to go into the city to meet my brother and watch the Half-Blood Prince again. In response he decided that since I wasn't going to meet him, he might as well go and re-enrol in uni - just, you know, as an afterthought. As if having a future is what you settle for when movie plans fall through. Uh, we are so mature.

2. In the past week, I have watched Twilight, like, seven times. Probably more. And it's not like I've had a lot of spare time this week. I made time for Twilight. With disturbing frequency. And I can't really explain why I like to watch it so much, why I want to watch it so much, why I wish I was at home right now so I could watch it again. And dudes, I already watched it today - very early this morning before heading in to 3CR to do the Breakfast Show. What is the matter with me? Could somebody rational please tell me that Twilight is actually, like, good? Because I'm beginning to think so, and I'm at the point where I don't think I'm wrong.



Other things last week:

On Tuesday, after finishing up my day at 3CR, I went to the 3CR Promotions Sub-Committee meeting at Peko Peko, where Nicole and I swapped some TV. I gave her all my True Blood, plus season 3 of Big Love, and season 5 of The Wire, and she gave me Breaking Bad and Nurse Jackie. I haven't watched Breaking Bad yet, but I have watched Nurse Jackie and I LOVE IT. It contains a rather excellent cat joke, and Peter Facinelli doing robot laser 'pew-pews'. Recommend.

After the meeting I went back in to 3CR overnight to produce the Stick Together show, featuring the interview I did with Jeff Sparrow about Killing: Misadventures in Violence. It sounds like this. I got home at about 4am, watched Twilight, then slept for the rest of Wednesday until the aforementioned Harry Potter outing at 6pm.

On Thursday I stayed overnight at 3CR again, producing Women On The Line, featuring my interview with Malalai Joya. It sounds like this.

After the all-nighter, on Friday I worked at CASA. And then spent the weekend just, you know, reading books and watching Twilight. I think what I like about it is that the people in it are friendly, low-key, and prone to declarations of undying love.

Tuesday things

3CR Tuesday Breakfast Show

• played my interview, in two parts, with Malalai Joya, Afghanistan democracy and women's rights campaigner. She was in Melbourne last week to talk about the state of democracy in Afghanistan and her new memoir, Raising My Voice. You can support Malalai Joya's work and contribute to her safety by making a donation to the Defense Committee for Malalai Joya.
• played my interview, in two parts, with Jeff Sparrow, author of Killing: Misadventures in Violence, about going to abbatoirs, death row and on kangaroo hunts where killing is part of the everyday, to see if these places could provide some insight into the experience and impacts of killing in combat zones.
• Steph spoke to Michelle Carey, curator of the Post-Punk Underground program of the Melbourne International Film Festival.

BREAKFAST PLAYLIST:
The Mayfair Set - Dark House - Young One


LISTENING Tuesday July 14-Tuesday July 21.
Last.fm says this week was spent in the company of:
Yoko Ono & The Plastic Ono Band, Between My Head And The Sky
Joakim, Milky Ways
The Clean, Mister Pop
Low, I Could Live In Hope and Long Division and The Curtain Hits The Cast
Mount Eerie, Wind's Poem
Kes Band, Kes Band II
Camille Deane, Up Here
The Mayfair Set, Young One
Jay Reatard, Watch Me Fall
Deastro, Moondagger
Noah and the Whale, The First Days Of Spring
Deerhunter, Rainwater Cassette Exchange
Grand Salvo, Soil Creatures

Tuesday things

3CR Tuesday Breakfast Show

• Steph spoke to Fleur Watson, curator of the State of Design festival.
• heard Steph's interview with Peter Stewart from Bundanoon about his town's decision to ban the sale of one-use bottled water.
• I spoke to Rachel Maher for the monthly New Matilda update, today focussing on recent articles about media issues within China and Sri Lanka.

BREAKFAST PLAYLIST:
Kes Band - Amelia Airheart - Kes Band II
Aleks and the Ramps - Whiplash - Midnight Believer
The Mayfair Set - Let it Melt - Young One
The Bats - Like Water In Your Hands - The Guilty Office
Wreckless Eric - Excuse Me - Greatest Stiffs
CocoRosie - Joseph City - Coconuts, Plenty of Junk Food


LISTENING Tuesday July 7-Tuesday July 14.
Last.fm says this week was spent in the company of:
Beach House, Beach House, Devotion and Used To Be
Various, New Weird Australia Volume One
Mount Eerie, Wind's Poem
Kes Band, Kes Band II
Camille Deane, Up Here
The Mayfair Set, Young One


Later in the day I interviewed Jeff Sparrow over the phone about his new book, Killing: Misadventures in Violence, for this week's Stick Together. And then Malalai Joya came in to 3CR and I interviewed her for this week's Women On The Line. She gave me a hug. It made me think I need to start a list...

List of People With Whom I Am Proud To Have Had Actual Physical Contact
(I swear, I shook their hands at least):
Catharine MacKinnon
Ali Abunimah
Malalai Joya

...Uh, I can't think of any others just at the moment.

MIFF Mini Pass

I bought my Film Festival Mini Pass and filled it up with this:

Sunday 26 July:
Treeless Mountain

Monday 27 July:
Guest Of Cindy Sherman

Tuesday 28 July:
Outrage
The Girlfriend Experience

Wednesday 29 July:
Fish Tank

Thursday 30 July:
United Red Army
Petition - The Court Of The Complainants

Monday 3 August:
Red Army/PFLP: Declaration Of War

Tuesday 4 August:
The White Ribbon

Wednesday 5 August:
Antichrist

Thursday 6 August:
Defamation
Bluebeard

Sunday 9 August:
Dogtooth

Other things I might buy tickets to. Please let me know if I shouldn't:

Alphaville
All Tomorrow's Parties
Double Take
Morphia
Unmade Beds
Everyone Else

Some things I've already seen, that you might like to also:

Looking For Eric
In The Loop

One note of disappointment:
I was really looking forward to seeing Spring Fever as part of the festival program, because I read a positive thing about it in The Observer during Cannes. But it is not. Please, WHY IS IT NOT?

Tuesday things

At about 4am this morning, I finished watching season 4 of The Wire. Then I pottered about until it was time to go in to 3CR.

3CR Tuesday Breakfast Show
It's NAIDOC Week, which 3CR marks by doing live prison broadcasts with Indigenous men and women from inside four Victorian jails. So on Breakfast we did this:

• Rachel spoke with Phil Maguire, Chief Executive of the UK Prison Radio Association, about establishing radio stations inside British prisons, making award-winning radio by and for prisoners.
• Steph spoke to Lachie Type about the Students of Sustainability conference this week.
  
• I spoke to Amy McQuire from the National Indigenous Times about the over-representation of Indigenous prisoners in Australian jails.

BREAKFAST PLAYLIST:
Dirty Projectors and David Byrne - Knotty Pine - Dark Was The Night
Miike Snow - Animal - Miike Snow
Beach House - Used To Be - Used To Be 7"
Lawrence Arabia - The Undesirables - Chant Darling
Grand Salvo - Brother - Soil Creatures
Lykke Li - Time Flies - Youth Novel


LISTENING Tuesday June 30-Tuesday July 7.
Last.fm says this week was spent in the company of:
Tenniscoats, Temporacha, Totemo Aimasho and Live Wanderus
Peter Broderick, Music For On Paper Wings
Vivian Girls, Vivian Girls
Palms, It's Midnight in Honolulu
and some Phil Collins and PJ Harvey & John Parish.