tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28025532009-06-27T21:03:48.244-07:00bloggety bloglife, vegemite and what I think about various things I find on and off the Web.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.comBlogger1941125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-44485477512103117272009-06-26T20:54:00.001-07:002009-06-27T21:03:48.252-07:00JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-27099569899851542182009-06-18T19:16:00.000-07:002009-06-18T19:18:38.718-07:00dog cloning:"I think 99 percent of the time people should get their pets from shelters," he told AFP."But can we agree though that one percent of the time if you have a one in a million dog and you have the money to pay for it, you should be able to go to either a breeder or a clone."....this man can clone a large mammal, but seems to lose out a bit on the maths front....JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-14356481307942281942009-06-03T19:31:00.001-07:002009-06-03T19:33:39.866-07:00sorry, did I miss something? it's June 4, 2009 and the Chinese Government is complaining about how Chinese students are treated in Australia?surely today is Chinese-authorities-should-jut-shut-up-day?JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-27655376511340775842009-04-23T17:31:00.001-07:002009-04-23T17:36:21.246-07:00just to demonstrate that pathetic fandom still exists after 40...I have to blog this...Tim Minchin called me a genius!yes, he may have meant it in a slightly sarcastic way...but all the same...I bought tickets to his Comedy Festival shows way back in November last year. this was so early that I scored front row, centre, seats. Then disaster struck: we tried about six babysitters and couldn't findJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-85578154341954444582009-03-22T19:30:00.003-07:002009-03-22T19:30:57.630-07:00maproom blogJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-44917034242937730032009-03-22T19:30:00.001-07:002009-03-22T19:30:55.870-07:00maproom blogJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-41257161758820887322009-03-22T18:01:00.001-07:002009-03-22T18:01:36.652-07:00brochure for mapping confernce I've just missed...not that I would have gone I guess, but interesting mobJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-28134667435692185002009-03-22T17:48:00.000-07:002009-03-22T17:51:11.285-07:00am I the only one thinking that thermal imaging of whale trails might be a little too useful to the Japanese whalers if they get hold of the technology?JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-70867690192279166302009-03-19T18:02:00.000-07:002009-03-19T18:06:13.712-07:00poetry lost and found...birdman eating uses pages from old books to put under the iron pans it serves its eggs in...I thought the poem Andrew had a few weeks back was lovely, in an oldfashioned melancholy way, but the grease got to it and now the actual words have gone from my mind.more permanent, however, is this old sanskrit poem that I saw tattooed in longhand script on the nape of a young JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-90800098131696884532009-03-14T16:25:00.001-07:002009-03-14T16:25:37.060-07:00oooh...an op shop website/blog...linked to maps...niceJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-82582772902786814382009-01-22T17:03:00.000-08:002009-01-22T17:04:23.474-08:00Barack Obama's reading listJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-64365677268459610632008-12-03T18:48:00.000-08:002008-12-03T18:50:54.908-08:00less blogging, more real writing.but sometimes it's the small things that drive you to the keyboard.and after five years of waiting, I'm pleased to be able to record that my jacaranda tree is finally blooming. they're only small blooms, and the purple isn't quite that deep shade that I adore; but they're blooms. now all I have to do is get the lawn underneath to something approximating green and JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-25695328974261798902008-10-14T14:42:00.000-07:002008-10-14T14:45:04.673-07:00"This project has been assisted by the Australian Government through the Australia Council for the Arts, its arts funding and advisory body." that would be this projectyes, on my third attempt, I have managed to push my way past the other developing-writer piglets to get my snout in the trough of government funding.with the result that I now have to write an, um, book. about representations and JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-11430093304343001482008-09-04T18:38:00.000-07:002008-09-04T18:40:04.519-07:00have new voice recognition software. I think it's still taking longer to take out the typos than to actually type the copy correctly myself. and the typos are sneakier, as they are real words but in the wrong places, whereas typing errors tend to be findable easily by Word.for example:shall I compare of the two a summer's day? Thou art for lovely and more temperate rough winds to shake the JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-59176365003196395772008-09-01T16:37:00.001-07:002008-09-01T16:38:04.905-07:00just what I need in my life: another blog. I'm hoping this will be the project that has wings, so giving it its own space seemed a good idea.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-81423844929216746482008-08-30T17:05:00.000-07:002008-08-30T17:06:13.236-07:00An invitation to play:On Sunday mornings, the narrow bike track through the park that connects North Fitzroy, North Carlton and down into Parkville is busy; a contrast to the weekday mornings when I often have to myself, or myself and one or two random dogs with their walkers. This morning, the first day of spring, there are small packs of wobbly middleaged ladies on bikes; elderly locals JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-80512419907267208712008-08-16T05:43:00.001-07:002008-08-16T05:43:38.755-07:00JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-24427895780998308102008-08-16T05:37:00.001-07:002008-08-16T05:37:53.120-07:00JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-40309802346168607052008-07-29T18:21:00.000-07:002008-07-29T18:25:58.521-07:00have I blogged about surfing? probably not, I don't blog anything much anymore.3 1/2 days in Noosa, fired up by reading Tim Winton's Breath, which is MUCH better than Dirt Music and should have been longlisted for the Booker but hasn't...anyway, hurled myself into some waves with complete lack of style and grace. got out the back on the ocean beaches despite having no idea how to get back. JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-65120490216734735462008-07-21T18:09:00.000-07:002008-07-21T18:29:18.314-07:00In Central Victoria, water is scarce. No one waters a garden; the streets have a tired, dusty feel, and even when purple-grey clouds mass overhead, there's only a sense of foreboding, not hope: thunderstorms also bring lightning, fire. This hot day, I drive to the Castlemaine public pool from my hideaway just outside town. Most reasonable-sized towns in Victoria have pools like this, relics fromJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-6698455022412646702008-06-22T20:35:00.001-07:002008-06-22T20:36:43.457-07:00things don't seem to be going well for my aspirational friend. his blog of affirmations is now a spam blog offering cheap loans. pity. I was kind of hoping he'd get the big house, the fast car and the beautiful wife. I am still not Married Johnny Depp.so this affirmation thing is bs, decided once and for all.JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-19890333599939018432008-04-08T20:22:00.000-07:002008-04-08T20:33:11.590-07:00Safari on Mac and Javascript, they are not friends. I keep not being able to use drop-down menus, and now the draft function of Blogger is crashing Safari. and anyway, the draft from New York that I wanted, the one about how I used to adore Dave Eggers and his mob unconditionally, but the turning away of my disappointed four-year-old in the rain from the Superhero Supply Shop has brought about JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-61892268369453668302008-04-08T20:14:00.000-07:002008-04-08T20:17:29.545-07:00nothing on email. coffee not kicked in yet so randomly went to Blogger and clicked on a recently updated blog (they flash past like express trains these days).and found this - the 2013-dated affirmation blog of a man who is probably in Indonesia or Malaysia or similar, probably has nothing (particularly not a house like this or a woman like this), but who clearly has some strange cargo-cult JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-14814674561048298732008-04-01T19:58:00.000-07:002008-04-01T20:14:30.564-07:00two posts to put up on one day; and as it's "a poor sort of memory that works only backwards", I'll do today's now and the one from two weeks ago later. Jet lag. Like a dream of being awake in the middle of the night; but it's bright and trams and bikes are rolling by. I wake up at 6.30 am. It's not ligt yet; it could be midnight (it is in Vegas).By seven, the sun is just rising. I keep it behindJShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802553.post-30898844036391396972008-01-29T20:07:00.000-08:002008-01-29T20:08:16.766-08:00oh hooray. another movie. my average must be approaching one a quarter. and, strangely enough given my stated preferences and tendency to hide my eyes behind my hands when there's blood on the screen, another very violent one. No Country for Old Men; you don't need me to tell you it's good; none of the reviews I've read, however, noted the originality of the dialogue and the depth of JShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13386459708827691889noreply@blogger.com0