I haven't posted in ages. I'm slack. I'm also back at work these last two weeks, which means I can't find enough time to do all of the things I want to, like when I started this blog during my holidays in a flurry of activity. I specialize in pissy excuses.
I also specialize in hating my job. Over the past few weeks, I've looked at other career options in a half-hearted, indecisive sort of way. Let's face it, there's not much out there for lazy blokes who are running away from a career rather than diving into a new one. And even though my profession is notoriously underpaid, I'd have to take a hell of a pay cut in almost any new job. So fuck that for a joke. I'll just have to stick it out.
At work, I am up and down like a yoyo. Hating, loving, begrudging, tolerating my job. Sure, it's the nature of my work that causes this. But my own nature has a bit to do with it too.
I'll have to work up a big post on how it came to this. I could do with the catharsis.
29 April, 2007
13 April, 2007
I Wouldn't Mind If It Wasn't So Bloody Obvious
I don’t mind if these people rush to Alan Jones’ defence in the wake of the ACMA finding against him:
Well they would, wouldn’t they?I don’t even mind if The Herald Sun ignores the too-obvious defence of Jones by the above in its online National roundup. Or if The Australian editorializes against ACMA’s findings on the basis of free speech needing protection and puts David Flint on its op ed pages to back that up.
Or Helen Coonan expressing dissatisfaction with ACMA and flagging changes to accommodate Jones and other coalition-friendly shock-jocks.
Well, they would, wouldn’t they?
Well, they would, wouldn’t they?
I expect that.
But I just can’t stomach this bloke:
not providing an alternative view to the forces he’s supposed to be in Opposition to.
not providing an alternative view to the forces he’s supposed to be in Opposition to.As much as I wish Kevin Rudd well, I hope his advisors are getting in his ear about the electoral perils of "me-tooism".
11 April, 2007
Rage Programming Meme
With thanks to Go Away Please, who has tagged me for the Rage Programming Meme.
A bit of wish fulfillment involved in this because I quite often turn Rage off after a few clips when so many of them consist entirely of total visual gibberish. And music that doesn’t grab me either. Don’t start me on those old Countdown episodes…I might have a go at entering my faves via this link , where you can have a go yourself.
This list is about music I like, and me getting to see that music performed by those artists. There might be many clips that are better visually, but this is what I’d like to see if I happened to flick over to Rage, and would stop me from pissing off elsewhere, which I usually do. Song title links are to You Tube.
Jumpin’ Jack Flash
Rolling Stones
This clip is sort of live (probably miming to an earlier live recording) and shows them as they were in 1968. In black & white, it features the open-tuned guitar arrangements that Keith & Brian specialized in and is more faithful to the original studio recording than many subsequent live renderings of this classic track.
Mr Tambourine Man
Byrds
From the Ed Sullivan Show, so it’s bright, colourful, clear and you get a good look at all of them, not just the lead singer, as so much TV pop would later be guilty of. Kind of live, but only Roger McGuinn's guitar and voice. Not available on You Tube.
You’re Gonna Lose That Girl
Beatles
From the movie Help! Couldn’t leave the Fab Four off the list, and this is one of their best ever album tracks. Could so easily have been a hit single. The lads mimed to the studio recording.
High Flying Bird
Jefferson Airplane
Jefferson Airplane were not well-known beyond the San Fancisco Bay area before they performed at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival. This little-known song is a cracker, with all of their signature soaring vocals. From the film Monterey Pop.
For Your Love
Yardbirds
A band who featured Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page but were great in their own right, not just as a starting point for guitar players who would achieve greater fame afterwards. From the American TV show Shindig.
My Generation
Who
The Who’s film The Kids Are Alright opens with this clip of them playing live on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour and it’s everything you ever hoped the Who would be, complete with a chaotic, smash ‘em up ending.
Light My Fire
Doors
Another Ed Sullivan Show live clip and interesting in comparison with the Oliver Stone film The Doors, where Val Kilmer leans close and leers at the camera as he sings the forbidden “higher”. See how Jim Morrison did no such thing. Not available on You Tube.
Crossroads
Cream
Live at the Albert Hall for their 1968 farewell concert, Eric, Jack & Ginger show why they are still regarded as the ultimate power trio in rock. Not available on You Tube.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Bob Dylan
Just a great clip, part of Dylan’s controversial post-folk period doco Don’t Look Back. Filmmaker DA Pennebaker would later direct Monterey Pop.
Like A Rolling Stone
Jimi Hendrix
Available on The Complete Monterey Pop festival disk which features all of Hendrix’s performance at that seminal pop-folk-blues-rock gathering. The fluid nature of the guitar playing, weaving around chords and melody, underlines why Hendrix was such an innovator. And why I don’t think the label Hendrix-imitator should be a criticism.
Okay, I’m a bit hung up on the music of a particular decade. Guilty as charged, Your Honour, but I would plead that these are great on three counts: great clips; great songs; great artists.
A bit of wish fulfillment involved in this because I quite often turn Rage off after a few clips when so many of them consist entirely of total visual gibberish. And music that doesn’t grab me either. Don’t start me on those old Countdown episodes…I might have a go at entering my faves via this link , where you can have a go yourself.
This list is about music I like, and me getting to see that music performed by those artists. There might be many clips that are better visually, but this is what I’d like to see if I happened to flick over to Rage, and would stop me from pissing off elsewhere, which I usually do. Song title links are to You Tube.
Jumpin’ Jack Flash
Rolling Stones
This clip is sort of live (probably miming to an earlier live recording) and shows them as they were in 1968. In black & white, it features the open-tuned guitar arrangements that Keith & Brian specialized in and is more faithful to the original studio recording than many subsequent live renderings of this classic track.
Mr Tambourine Man
Byrds
From the Ed Sullivan Show, so it’s bright, colourful, clear and you get a good look at all of them, not just the lead singer, as so much TV pop would later be guilty of. Kind of live, but only Roger McGuinn's guitar and voice. Not available on You Tube.
You’re Gonna Lose That Girl
Beatles
From the movie Help! Couldn’t leave the Fab Four off the list, and this is one of their best ever album tracks. Could so easily have been a hit single. The lads mimed to the studio recording.
High Flying Bird
Jefferson Airplane
Jefferson Airplane were not well-known beyond the San Fancisco Bay area before they performed at the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival. This little-known song is a cracker, with all of their signature soaring vocals. From the film Monterey Pop.
For Your Love
Yardbirds
A band who featured Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page but were great in their own right, not just as a starting point for guitar players who would achieve greater fame afterwards. From the American TV show Shindig.
My Generation
Who
The Who’s film The Kids Are Alright opens with this clip of them playing live on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour and it’s everything you ever hoped the Who would be, complete with a chaotic, smash ‘em up ending.
Light My Fire
Doors
Another Ed Sullivan Show live clip and interesting in comparison with the Oliver Stone film The Doors, where Val Kilmer leans close and leers at the camera as he sings the forbidden “higher”. See how Jim Morrison did no such thing. Not available on You Tube.
Crossroads
Cream
Live at the Albert Hall for their 1968 farewell concert, Eric, Jack & Ginger show why they are still regarded as the ultimate power trio in rock. Not available on You Tube.
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Bob Dylan
Just a great clip, part of Dylan’s controversial post-folk period doco Don’t Look Back. Filmmaker DA Pennebaker would later direct Monterey Pop.
Like A Rolling Stone
Jimi Hendrix
Available on The Complete Monterey Pop festival disk which features all of Hendrix’s performance at that seminal pop-folk-blues-rock gathering. The fluid nature of the guitar playing, weaving around chords and melody, underlines why Hendrix was such an innovator. And why I don’t think the label Hendrix-imitator should be a criticism.
Okay, I’m a bit hung up on the music of a particular decade. Guilty as charged, Your Honour, but I would plead that these are great on three counts: great clips; great songs; great artists.
09 April, 2007
Most Accidents Occur In The Home
It’s true, you know. Find out more here; and here. And this afternoon, I became just another statistic.
My sadly-neglected using-the-drought-as-a-cop-out garden needed some attention, so I hacked away at some foliage and had done a pretty good job with the secateurs until I added the middle finger of my left hand to the off cuts. Only the tip, mind you, but there was a fair bit of Type-O flowing out of the incision.
Larry & Curly were nearby and they ran in to alert TLOML that I’d done something stupid. She came out with the First Aid kit and calmly dressed the wound while I calmly submitted to her tender care.
Dismissing her protests, I drove myself to the local GP, reasoning that as he seems to enjoy the odd bit of slice and sew, he’d see me straight away. But the hard-working medico was enjoying a well-deserved break on this Easter Monday. As was the local 7-11 clinic.
I’d heard that you can get prompt attention at John Fawkner Private Hospital Emergency Dept in Coburg on your Private Health Insurance so I headed up there. I was just explaining what had happened to the nurse at reception when she asked me to read the sign on the window.
Minimum charge is $250 and this is NOT covered by any Private Health Insurance.
The NOT was in big red letters. “Okay, I’ll head down to Royal Melbourne”, I told them, also in big red letters.
At RMH, I waited for what must have been a record short time. About 45 minutes. Then the nice doctor, who was a Scot, told me all I’d need would be a dressing and a tetanus shot.
“Are you sure it will be okay?”
“Oh aye, that top flap will joost dai orf and then new skin will grow oop ter tairk its plairce. Yerr’ll be fain.”
I looked a little skeptical.
“Unless yer one o’ these Munchausen bastards, o’ course, ‘cos then we’ll have ter bring in the psychies.” he said reaching for the phone.
“No, no don’t be silly, I know how to take fair and impartial medical advice.”
Finger dressed, shot in arm administered, I was oan muh wair.
“Eh, yerr’ll noat bi Jimmy Pairgin’ oop any fretboards fer a wee whail, but if ye nid to be givin’ anywoon the finger, the dressin' should provaide ardded emphasis fer ye,” Doc Trainspotting said as I was leaving.
When I arrived home, hale and hearty, TLOML greeted me like I was returning from a lengthy hospitalization. So why was I disappointed that she didn’t tell me I was her brave little soldier? Freud could probably tell you.
My sadly-neglected using-the-drought-as-a-cop-out garden needed some attention, so I hacked away at some foliage and had done a pretty good job with the secateurs until I added the middle finger of my left hand to the off cuts. Only the tip, mind you, but there was a fair bit of Type-O flowing out of the incision.
Larry & Curly were nearby and they ran in to alert TLOML that I’d done something stupid. She came out with the First Aid kit and calmly dressed the wound while I calmly submitted to her tender care.
Dismissing her protests, I drove myself to the local GP, reasoning that as he seems to enjoy the odd bit of slice and sew, he’d see me straight away. But the hard-working medico was enjoying a well-deserved break on this Easter Monday. As was the local 7-11 clinic.
I’d heard that you can get prompt attention at John Fawkner Private Hospital Emergency Dept in Coburg on your Private Health Insurance so I headed up there. I was just explaining what had happened to the nurse at reception when she asked me to read the sign on the window.
Minimum charge is $250 and this is NOT covered by any Private Health Insurance.
The NOT was in big red letters. “Okay, I’ll head down to Royal Melbourne”, I told them, also in big red letters.
At RMH, I waited for what must have been a record short time. About 45 minutes. Then the nice doctor, who was a Scot, told me all I’d need would be a dressing and a tetanus shot.
“Are you sure it will be okay?”
“Oh aye, that top flap will joost dai orf and then new skin will grow oop ter tairk its plairce. Yerr’ll be fain.”
I looked a little skeptical.
“Unless yer one o’ these Munchausen bastards, o’ course, ‘cos then we’ll have ter bring in the psychies.” he said reaching for the phone.
“No, no don’t be silly, I know how to take fair and impartial medical advice.”
Finger dressed, shot in arm administered, I was oan muh wair.
“Eh, yerr’ll noat bi Jimmy Pairgin’ oop any fretboards fer a wee whail, but if ye nid to be givin’ anywoon the finger, the dressin' should provaide ardded emphasis fer ye,” Doc Trainspotting said as I was leaving.
When I arrived home, hale and hearty, TLOML greeted me like I was returning from a lengthy hospitalization. So why was I disappointed that she didn’t tell me I was her brave little soldier? Freud could probably tell you.
08 April, 2007
Walk In Harmony
This is what I did today: Essendon FC organized a Walk in Harmony from Flemington to the Docklands with free admission to the Essendon vs Fremantle match at the stadium there. I don’t care who’s currently got the naming rights to Melbourne’s lesser stadium, it’s at the Docklands and if they don’t want to give it a real name, that’s their problem. However, when Laxettes get involved in footy sponsorship, I'll be the first to jump on board.
Anyway, the occasion found me strangely bereft of sons: Moe has eschewed footy because he wants to be the “different” brother, not the usual mindset for an eldest but he seems to know what he’s doing; Larry was in Echuca with some cousins; and Curly had overdosed on chocolate so it was just me, along with a good mate and his daughter.
Festivities kicked off at Debney Park in Flemington at 10am and we were treated to free sausages and some dancing and musical performances by indigenous Australian and African groups. All very pleasant on a Sunday morning. The occasion was part sponsored by the Dept of Immigration and Victoria Police, which was encouraging as they can often be characterized as insensitive where settlement of people from diverse backgrounds is concerned.
Our warm, generous football club handed out showbags containing bottled water, t-shirt, a train ticket home and club magazine. We set out along the Moonee Ponds Creek bike track in the direction of the Docklands. It was quite warm and a very pleasant stroll above the banks of this sadly neglected waterway was had by all. Essendon players walked too and stopped for photos and a chat whenever the opportunity arose.
Sigh! Don’t start me on what a beautiful, right-on, community-minded, look after their supporters-type football club Essendon is because for me, it’s a case of Essendon: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
Fucking Carlton and Collingwood (if they could be stuffed engaging in anything that wasn’t a guaranteed $$$$ exercise) would have made their supporters pay through the nose and then probably gone on and lost the afternoon’s match too. But not the Bombers.
Our boys who play this grand old game held on to record their second win for the season against a 2006 finalist. We will really put the shits up a lot of teams this year. I hope to be putting the shits up all of the opposition bogans who spent last year surrounding me in my reserved seat.
Oh, and here’s a tip: at Docklands, there are only a couple of gates where you can get outside to have a smoke. Gate 3 is one of them. The rest are closed and they’ve even fenced off the area so no-one can go round to some of the reasonably-priced non-AFL endorsed food outlets that ring the ground. Please tell me the ACCC will get involved in this.
Anyway, the occasion found me strangely bereft of sons: Moe has eschewed footy because he wants to be the “different” brother, not the usual mindset for an eldest but he seems to know what he’s doing; Larry was in Echuca with some cousins; and Curly had overdosed on chocolate so it was just me, along with a good mate and his daughter.
Festivities kicked off at Debney Park in Flemington at 10am and we were treated to free sausages and some dancing and musical performances by indigenous Australian and African groups. All very pleasant on a Sunday morning. The occasion was part sponsored by the Dept of Immigration and Victoria Police, which was encouraging as they can often be characterized as insensitive where settlement of people from diverse backgrounds is concerned.
Our warm, generous football club handed out showbags containing bottled water, t-shirt, a train ticket home and club magazine. We set out along the Moonee Ponds Creek bike track in the direction of the Docklands. It was quite warm and a very pleasant stroll above the banks of this sadly neglected waterway was had by all. Essendon players walked too and stopped for photos and a chat whenever the opportunity arose.
Sigh! Don’t start me on what a beautiful, right-on, community-minded, look after their supporters-type football club Essendon is because for me, it’s a case of Essendon: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
Fucking Carlton and Collingwood (if they could be stuffed engaging in anything that wasn’t a guaranteed $$$$ exercise) would have made their supporters pay through the nose and then probably gone on and lost the afternoon’s match too. But not the Bombers.
Our boys who play this grand old game held on to record their second win for the season against a 2006 finalist. We will really put the shits up a lot of teams this year. I hope to be putting the shits up all of the opposition bogans who spent last year surrounding me in my reserved seat.
Oh, and here’s a tip: at Docklands, there are only a couple of gates where you can get outside to have a smoke. Gate 3 is one of them. The rest are closed and they’ve even fenced off the area so no-one can go round to some of the reasonably-priced non-AFL endorsed food outlets that ring the ground. Please tell me the ACCC will get involved in this.
I’ll have some photos posted and update just as soon as I can figure out how to email mobile phone images. Don’t roll your eyes! Not everyone knows how to do it. And once I’ve actually figured it out, I’ll be an expert and be able to post heaps more grainy, poorly-composed random-slice-of-life-photos on this blog. Don’t say you weren’t warned.
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