Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Name Brisbane's most useless bridge!

Tits on a bull: Anna Bligh's redundant Tank St Bridge

Apparently there's a statewide competition to name Anna Bligh's latest vanity project, the utterly useless Tank Street Bridge, appropriately described by Peter Skinner as 'redundant'. Now, with the additional delays caused by the building of the somewhat less useless Hale St bridge, the journey from St Lucia to the city via CityCat takes about twice as long as it used to.

I'd like to invite anyone to share their suggestions- either submit them yourself via the website linked to in the CM article, or submit them in the comments and I'll submit them via the website.

My suggestions are:

The Wank Street Bridge

The Anna Bligh Vanity Project

Afghan government arrests TV host for criticism

If this had happened in Russia it would have been all over the news. Instead, it rated a puny few lines on a news feed, because Afghanistan is 'our' oppressively governed country, not one that belongs to the appointed bad guys.


Afghan intelligence agents detained a television talk-show host who has been critical of the government, the chief spokesman for President Hamid Karzai said, adding that private media outlets had come under the influence of unnamed foreign countries. The host, Nasir Fayaz, is the moderator of a weekly show called “Truth.”


Looks like poor old Nasir Fayaz took his job too seriously and thought it actually was his job to broadcast the truth.

Today's anti-miscegenationists

Mildred and Richard Loving, of Loving vs. Virginia

Quite often, the bigots who oppose same-sex marriage will dispute any comparison between their own stance on the issue and the equally bigoted and stupid bans on interracial marriage that existed as recently as 1967.

It's very telling, then, that the very same law designed to stop interracial couples who were residents of other states from marrying in the US state of Massachusetts was up until now kept in place to prevent gay couples who weren't residents of the state from being legally married there. It looks like that law is about to be overturned. Not before time.

Here's an interesting section of a relevant article on a talk by Professor Kim Forde-Mazrui, taken from the Virginia Law website:


In response to a question about African-American clergy’s opposition to equating civil rights with gay rights, Forde-Mazrui noted the Bible includes many stories that approve of certain things we don’t approve of today, such as enslaving people from other nations. “Often religious beliefs support something that we emotionally already believe in, and when it doesn’t we tend to not be so literalist.”

Forde-Mazrui noted that believing homosexuality is wrong is increasingly being viewed as bigoted. The idea that marriage should be preserved for having children is incorrect since “we don’t make having children a condition of marriage.”


Not to mention the fact that the people who seek to ban same-sex marriage on the basis that it can't be used for procreation are the very same ones who lobby for and enact laws preventing same-sex couples from having children, either naturally through assisted conception or through adoption. It's like telling someone they need to walk a mere hundred metres to obtain a particular right, then using a chainsaw to cut off their legs before telling them that because they can't walk the hundred metres they're not entitled to that right. Sick and twisted, bordering on sadistic. I wonder why same sex marriage is portrayed by our media and politicians as being legitimately any business of the bigots in the first place?

If Gam and I had lived and married 50 years ago we would have heard the same arguments that gay couples hear today. That their union is a violation of the natural order, that it's against god, that there will be something wrong with their children. We would have heard it all. Today, they hear it all. Even if majority opinion at the time had been against us, majority opinion would have been wrong. Our society acknowledges that fact today, but continues to perpetrate the same abuses on same-sex couples that it once visited on couples who happened to be of different skin colours. The hypocrisy is plain, but still it goes unacknowledged.

What is disability?


Disabled, or Dis-abled?

Most of us probably have an idea of what a disability is, usually that idea doesn't include ourselves in the picture. I'll illustrate by way of anecdote.

While I was at uni I had a friend who was studying to become a speech pathologist along with me. This person had a very slight lisp, they had also previously enjoyed a long career as a legal professional where their lisp wasn't a problem. It turned out (I heard from him) that one day, a lecturer informed him that he had a lisp and that this lisp would be an impediment to him becoming a speech pathologist and that he should undergo therapy to have it corrected. They simply could not conceive of a speech pathologist with a lisp, having spent their careers curing them and so a person's speech difference became a disability. I wondered at the time if they realised that criteria like my mid-atlantic accent or stutter (I have very rare dysfluent episodes, mostly repetitions, but rarer blocks as well. Stutters never go away, they're just a behaviour that gets extinguished or managed) would mean I wouldn't make a good speech pathologist either.

Looking back on the episode with fresh eyes, the disabling perception that one must speak perfectly to be a speech pathologist was the real disability. There are psychologists with psychopathologies, doctors who fear blood and physiotherapists with cerebal palsy. These things could all be viewed as falling somewhere on the disability spectrum by others while the person with these qualities is only disabled as the environment they find themselves in.

In this way, a difference like sometimes saying a sound differently, can become a disability. Not because of the person who had the lisp, but because of the attitudes of the people around them. So next time you see someone with cerebal palsy, a lisp or a stutter, keep in mind that you might have the disability, not them.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Jeff Kennett on Ken Campagnolo

Kennett: As bigoted as any other Liberal

Oh my god. I had to read this piece in Defamer a couple of times in order to believe I was seeing what I thought I'd seen. No, I wasn't hallucinating: Jeff Kennett really did say that Ken Campagnolo, and gay people (or in Ken's case, bisexual) in general, are paedophiles and need to be kept away from our young people in case they molest them.

"The club felt that once this had been pointed out and you had this gentleman there who was obviously close to young men - massaging young men - it ran an unnecessary risk and that's why it decided it was best that he not perform those duties again. So the club was trying to do the right thing," Mr Kennett said.

"When you are in charge of a group of young boys, as this club was as I understand it, it's got to make sure."

"It's the same if you have a pedophile there as a masseur, right? And you might say the pedophile would do no damage, but once it was pointed out to you, you have a duty of care to those underage children not to put them in a situation of risk."


Now, given that most paedophiles are straight men, more often than not married with kids of their own, wouldn't it mean that heterosexual men should be banned from contact with underage children? Oh, but that would be completely ridiculous and unworkable! Oh...

Jeff Kennett, you are one sick fuck. I wonder what Beyond Blue have to say for themselves when their almost-ex-chairman makes a statement like this? Way to go supporting the anti-gay bigotry in the community, and the high levels of depression associated with it in gay teenagers, Jeff. Or are we supposed to believe that gay and bisexual people aren't quite human don't feel pain or get depressed?

Just. Wow.

Feifei's spiral into addiction


What do Purina One put in their 'Advanced Hairball Control' biscuits that make it so irresistible to a cat who was fairly blasé at best, and downright picky at worst about his food?

I decided to trial Feifei on them a couple of months ago when they were on special and he positively loved them. Whereas previously we could fill a bowl and let him eat at will throughout the day, he would wolf down a bowl of these and be haranguing us for more a mere 5 minutes later.

Before I knew it, Feifei was living up to his name, having put on 2 kilos to go from 5.5kg to 7.5kg- a 36% increase in bodyweight. I'd decided to pop him on the scale after realising that picking him up felt more like I was hoisting a small child than a previously lean (if soft and spectacularly un-muscular) cat. Crazy stuff.

On the plus side, he hoiked up a hairball exactly one week after starting the biscuits and hasn't coughed up a single one since (I would say he previously averaged one a month). But now I've had to ration his biscuits, weighing out a fixed amount in the mornings, and he doesn't understand why. We brought him up to ask politely and do a dance when he wanted food, and now when his begging and dancing doesn't work he resorts to violence- standing up on his hind legs to give me a shove with both paws, patting me on the leg with just enough claw to let me know he means business... whatever Purina One puts in those biscuits seems to work, but it's also like a fattening form of crack for cats, apparently.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

American military censorship of soldier-death photos

In November 2004, Stefan Zaklin, a photographer then working for the European Pressphoto Agency, was embedded with a United States Army company. Mr. Zaklin photographed this soldier, who was shot and killed in Falluja, in a house used as a base by insurgents. The photograph ran in several European publications, and Mr. Zaklin was immediately banned from working with the unit.



It was clear right from the beginning of the US war on Iraq that the US military was going to keep a tight rein on the content of the images released by journalists. Experience from past wars shows that the reality of death and the trauma that war wreaks on its survivors actually undermine popular support for a war. Funny, that. This article in the New York Times outlines the sanctions the US takes against journalists who work even within the guidelines set by the censorship-happy military.

If the conflict in Vietnam was notable for open access given to journalists — too much, many critics said, as the war played out nightly in bloody newscasts — the Iraq war may mark an opposite extreme: after five years and more than 4,000 American combat deaths, searches and interviews turned up fewer than a half-dozen graphic photographs of dead American soldiers.


Wow. Half a dozen. Six. Fewer than six. I'd say that's a notable success for the US military.


Journalists say it is now harder, or harder than in the earlier years, to accompany troops in Iraq on combat missions. Even memorial services for killed soldiers, once routinely open, are increasingly off limits. Detainees were widely photographed in the early years of the war, but the Department of Defense, citing prisoners’ rights, has recently stopped that practice as well.


I think we all know why they stopped photographs being taken of detainees, and it has nothing to do with prisoners' rights- it has more to do with ensuring there's no evidence of US abuses of prisoners' rights.

What struck me most of all about the article was this quote from Captain Esteban T. Vickers of the First Regimental Combat Team:

“Mr. Miller’s complete lack of respect to these marines, their friends, and families is shameful,” Captain Vickers said. “How do we explain to their children or families these disturbing pictures just days after it happened?


How do you explain that their deaths were horrible, bloody and completely in vain, rather than heroic, peaceful and painless, and in pursuit of a greater good? Well, maybe explaining former would be the honest thing to do, rather than carrying on the falsehood of the latter. Each and every death, Iraqi or US, is a loss to someone's family, and a complete and utter waste.

The NYTimes notes the response of the journalist to have created the latest uproar, being effectively banned by the military after publishing a photo of unidentifiable dead US soldiers. Nothing like what we saw from Vietnam- Zoriah Miller's photograph is milk and cookies by comparison:

Mr. Miller, who returned to the United States on July 9, expressed surprise that his images had ignited such an uproar.

“The fact that the images I took of the suicide bombing — which are just photographs of something that happens every day all across the country — the fact that these photos have been so incredibly shocking to people, says that whatever [the US military] are doing to limit this type of photo getting out, it is working,” he said.

I'm perfect, now take me seriously!


From the blurb for an article in the Style section of the New York Times:

Although women and men are creating blogs in roughly equal numbers, many women believe that they are not taken as seriously as their male counterparts.


The opening paragraph of the article was as follows:


FOR two days last week, many of the men’s bathrooms at the Westin St. Francis Hotel here were turned into women’s bathrooms. The stalls on the second floor were lined with note cards featuring nurturing messages like “You are perfect.” Nearby, women were being dusted with blush and eye shadow, or having the kinks in their necks massaged.


People like that are wondering why they're not taken seriously? Are you kidding me? I'd be embarrassed to be seen at a place like that.

UPDATE: Oh, it gets better. They convened a panel, titled Is Mommyblogging a Radical Act? For fuck's sake.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Belladonna in Sydney to clean up after the Catholic clergy


Ahhh Belladonna. She rocks my socks.

She's in Sydney for the Sydney Sexpo, and she's been quoted on news.com.au giving advice to the Pope on how to solve the problem of rampant sexual abuse of kids among the Roman Catholic clergy:

"The Pope has indicated he might apologise to victims of sexual abuse and that is a positive thing to do," the heavily tattooed Belladonna said today.

"But unless he follows up with some practical advice that addresses the sexual needs and desires of clergy, the problem will simply continue.

"Church clergy are at a crisis because they get no real street-level sex education but are expected to ply the streets to deliver their spiritual message."

They needed to know how to distinguish a sexual fetish or fantasy from real-life sex, she said.



Although, what's with the bizarre use of adjectives- "the heavily tattooed Belladonna"? When news.com.au was quoting the Pope last week did they refer to him as 'the gnarled, sunken-eyed and vaguely sinister-looking Pope'? Did they maybe refer to some other obvious feature, such as his movie-Nazi-caricature accent? No? Surely they're not trying to undermine Belladonna's credibility by playing on stereotypes of people with tattoos? She's also small-statured, soft-spoken and comes across as incredibly sweet, characteristics that are equally irrelevant to her capacity to speak on the subject of sex, but that 'journalist' Denis Peters clearly didn't see fit to mention.

Brazen, abandoned and vulgar


Here's what happens when the government starts deciding what art the public should or shouldn't be allowed to look at: the wowsers win and perfectly harmless and legitimate artworks are banned from public display.

Seriously, you'd have to think like a paedophile to think this was worthy of banning.

Via Fleshbot.

I know who killed me, for cyclists


A new trend for cyclists sick of near-death experiences: cycling with a digicam attached to your helmet. If Fiona Russell's experience is anything to go by, maybe being filmed scares drivers into being a bit better behaved.

Mind you, there are some cyclists who seem to have an active deathwish. A couple of nights ago in the car with Gam, I noted a cyclist taking off at a green light- full lycra and an expensive road bike, but looking incredibly wobbly. Needless to say we gave him a wide berth, but as we passed I noted the reason he looked like he was about to fall off: he was holding a mobile phone to his ear and yakking away. On Coronation Drive. In peak hour. Seemingly oblivious that he was pretty much inches from death. I mean, cycling along there would be scary at the best of times, let alone in peak hour traffic with a mobile phone clutched in one hand. Gawd.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

D'Arcy to claim self-defense, shows off small bruise


Get this: Nick D'Arcy will be claiming self defense in his trial for the alleged assault of Simon Cowley.

D'Arcy's lawyers will also be cross-examining Cowley:

Mr D'Arcy's lawyers told Sydney's Downing Centre Local Court today they wanted Mr Cowley to be cross-examined because he had failed to recall in his police statement some events that other witnesses had reported.


I think the obvious response to that would be: "I think it's quite obvious my memory was affected after being felled with a hit from D'Arcy so vicious that I suffered multiple facial fractures so severe that it required 5 titanium plates to be inserted into my face".

Mr Cowley, 27, had five permanent titanium plates fitted after suffering fractures to his jaw, eye socket, hard palate, cheekbone and nose.

He had to feed through a straw for some weeks after the incident.

Water efficiency in farming- why is Australia so backward?


From the New York Times:

Israel is as obsessed with water as Mr. Ovits is. It was there, in the 1950s, that an engineer invented modern drip irrigation, which saves water and fertilizer by feeding it, drop by drop, to a plant’s roots. Since then, Israel has become the world’s leader in maximizing agricultural output per drop of water, and many believe that it serves as a viable model for other countries in the Middle East and North Africa.


Why not Australia? Because we're content to let the Cubbie Cottons of this country rape and pillage our river systems, and then pay welfare to the farmers who grow our food because there's no longer any water for them to work. Why don't we have a system that forces water efficiency on our primary producers?

Rabbits save lives, Queensland government remains unmoved


In Melbourne yesterday a couple's life was saved by their pet rabbit, named Rabbit, who scratched on their door and notified them of a fire in the house. Why are Queenslanders still denied this ultra-cute and potentially life-saving pet? Please explain, Anna Bligh!

We're on drugs


So often in the Australian media we see the 'outroige' when a top foreign athlete who competes with Australians for medals and status is busted taking a banned drug. Sure there's no 'outroige' yet from the Aussie media on the news of Jessica Hardy's positive doping test, but that's only because the news isn't official yet. It'll come.

All it says to me, when these athletes are caught, is that our athletes are probably on something too. After all, if a top US swimmer takes performance-enhancing drugs and sometimes beats a top Australian swimmer, sometimes doesn't, are we really so naive as to believe that it's always natural talent that got our guys there? That all Australian swimmers are clean? The same thing goes for the Tour de France, that embarrassing, drug-riddled farce of a cycling competition. If the cyclist who's coming 12th, or 20th is busted and carted off by the police, is it really so easy to believe that the cyclists who are coming first, second, third and fourth are just genetically superior athletes, or that they train that much harder? It really is that easy to believe if it's an Australian, if the media coverage is to be trusted.

And before we start trumpeting our rigourous testing regime, as various sporting bodies in Australia do, we need to bear in mind that they can't test for everything. And when they do test for something, sometimes the laboratory just doesn't do a very good job. Or the measure for a positive test is set so high that even the most obvious positive samples pass with a negative.

Is such cynicism unfair on the top athletes who actually are clean, assuming there are any? Yes. The cynicism in itself is fair, given the situation with doping in world sport. For a hard-working athlete who not only has to go up against the cheats and undoubtedly lose out to them in competition from time to time but then be tainted by association simply by having matched it with the drug-enhanced freaks, however, it must be truly galling.

So for me, it's not only Channel 7's appallingly narrow, crappy and jingoistic coverage that will have me avoiding switching on the TV for the Beijing Olympics, it's the drugs. As if the influence of economic disparity on athlete performance wasn't enough to render the idea of an 'international competition' a fantasy, the use of performance-enhancing drugs have sapped any of the thrill from the competition.

Do I want to be a researcher?

Nerd Sarah dares to think of a career path...

According to my supervisor, who has been asking about my plans for 2009, I need to know the answer to that question before I can decide what I'm going to do next year.

Here's what I'd really like to know:

What is there to being a researcher?

What are the bad bits? The frustrations, the knock-backs, the pressures and deadlines? Is social climbing, office politics and arse-kissing a requisite skill like it is for so many other jobs? I'd love to get by in life without having to engage in that kind of crap.

What are the good bits? The triumphs, the breaking of new ground, the contribution to the greater social good, the influence on government policy and funding- are they a myth? Would I do more good by working on the ground, in the community?

Will I be able to earn a steady income, even if only a modest one? I'm not ambitious and I don't feel the need to 'keep up with the Joneses' when it comes to material possessions- certainly I don't aspire to be some nouveau-riche cashed-up bogan. But I do want us to be able to afford to keep a roof over our head and not be paying such a huge proportion of our combined incomes to do so that we are unable to weather the odd financial storm. I also want us to start a family in around 5 years- no getting to 35, realising my fertility is on the wane and squeezing out however many little brats so close in age that I'm unable to keep them under control on a simple trip to the supermarket. Not to mention I don't intend for Gam and I to dump responsibility for their upbringing onto some underpaid stranger at a childcare centre. But having kids costs money too. So is a career as a researcher a sound option financially, if not a lucrative one? Will it allow for some flexibility in the hours or location of my work when, sometime down the road, we decide to have kids?

I worry that I lean towards research as the 'safe' option. I'm a reader, a sponge for knowledge and I love learning. I also find interacting with people very stressful and draining if I am unable to take a break from it. Research in the field I love- nutrition- sounds like the perfect career for someone like me. Oh and I'm not immune to the idea of getting a little ego-boost out of the prospect of being 'Dr Sarah'. Hell yeah. On the other hand, a good community health nutritionist with or without 'Dr' in front of their name, can achieve a lot of good. I have no doubt that it would be a really satisfying job in a lot of ways. And both options would have their frustrations, I just don't know how to work out which of them I would be best-equipped to handle.

Looking online I've found some good general stuff about things to think about when doing a PhD (although I don't understand the importance of Myers Briggs 'personality tests'- it's not like they tell a person much about themselves that they don't already know).

I'm going to email a few people in the relevant fields and ask them their opinions and experiences on certain things... but I don't really know most of them well enough to be blunt enough to use words like 'arse-kissing'.

In the end, I suppose if I did a PhD I could volunteer or work 1 or 2 days a week over the 3 years in order to get valuable experience in a 'real' job anyway- and then cut and run from academia after 3 years if I decided it wasn't for me or if I needed a change. But I do worry that I'm leaning towards the academic option at the moment because I'm in a relatively unstressful position right now, with my results for last semester (so far) being quite good and my project going smoothly. If I was making this decision during a stressful period of late nights and repeat drafts and the inevitable brain-blocks that occur with getting stuff on paper, would I be thinking differently?

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Predatory worm



Ever since we put sugarcane mulch all over the garden, and thanks to the wet winter we've been having, I've noticed loads more of some sticky blue wormlike (leechlike?) creatures inhabiting the garden. I did a Google search a few weeks back in a brief attempt to find out what these things are- I also remember seeing them in my parents' yard as a kid, when they'd crawl onto paving stones after a lot of rain.

Anyway, today I was spurred into making a real effort into discovering the identity of these creatures when I uncovered one in the garden, wrapped around what looked like a freshly killed surinam cockroach. The pose of the worm looked downright predatory, and when uncovered it fled as if it had been caught at the scene of a crime. After some extensive googling I found this link, from which I obtained the picture above (because for the life of me I couldn't find one of the slippery bastards after going back to the garden with a camera!). It's a 'blue garden flatworm', apparently, although I saw other sites referring to it as a 'planarian'. I couldn't find any other particularly useful links on the creature, but I gather it also preys on earthworms (booo!!!) and slugs (yay!). It's hard to know whether I should do anything about their sudden proliferation, but given that we have loads of worms and loads of slugs its hardly surprising that we suddenly have loads of these funny-looking flatworms. Compared with the picture, ours have a thinner stripe. They may even have two very thin stripes on either side of the 'back'. I'll have to get a closer look at one sometime.

Speaking of the slugs, I've succeeded in getting their numbers down quite a lot. I tried spraying with a brine and chilli spray, which gave them a horrid death, a vodka spray (Gam's idea) which made the slugs very happy before they died but was really too expensive to be a long-term solution, and a combination of a bit of vodka and a bit of metho with the brine and chilli spray, which appeared to be the cruelest weapon of all. I felt very guilty when I tried that one. At least with the vodka they sway and wave their little heads around and look like happy drunks before finally curling up to die. I've discovered that the slugs like to hide out together under the mulch, so when I hit a patch of mulch that contains hundreds of the tiny baby slugs I've taken to popping the mulch (with the slugs attached) in a container and putting it in the freezer. In the mean time, the little buggers have succeeded in killing my passionfruit vine by eating it off at the stem (all the leaves just wilted one day) and all but two of the snow pea plants (and those that are left are struggling- the ones I pulled up had been partly eaten away near the roots, so the same thing is probably happening to the remaining ones). And the bean plants that Keith Richards chewed the top off made one last try at life, but I think some of my brine-chilli-vodka-metho spray got on the tiny new leaves and killed them for good. The bean plant that Keith Richards missed is going ok (but again, stunted), although I'm out there every night pulling off little slugs and squishing them.

I rescued the stem of the passionfruit vine (as well as its sibling, which I had never even realised was there because the slugs had eaten all the leaves off it), plus a tiny custard apple seedling. I'd had a custard apple seedling with two leaves in Keith Richards' side, but I forgot to feed him one day and he did the rounds of everything green and ate both leaves off it. When digging under the mulch for the passionfruit vine I discovered another, one-leafed custard apple sprout. I've put them in a pot on the front balcony to recuperate. Kind of like a plant hospital.



Today I put in my first order with Diggers. Last time I mentioned them I complained that their website was primitive, with no pictures, no search feature and no product information, and you needed to order using the order code. Well, if they somehow got wind of my complaint they sure acted quickly- literally within a day or two I had received an email telling me about their new ordering system, complete with pictures and everything else I had complained was missing. It's not 100% user-friendly, but it's definitely 1000 times better to use than it was before. The only bad thing was that they had all sold out of the dwarf citrus trees I was after, and blueberry plants. Blueberry plants are supposed to need a certain amount of chill so I'm not sure how even a variety with a low chill requirement will do in Brisbane, but I know there is a blueberry industry in Coffs Harbour and in the Byron Bay area, so I should be able to do it- if only I can get my hands on one of those plants! Oh, and there are some bizarre quarantine restrictions that prevented me from ordering a tamarillo plant. We had one of those in our backyard when we were kids- given as a tiny plant to my parents. It was an attractive small tree that shed fruit all over the ground, more than we could eat. In Queensland I don't see them often, but when I do they're usually about $2 each! Needless to say I've never bought one at that price. There's definitely no tamarillo mega-industry here, so I found that quarantine restriction a rather odd one. I consoled myself with an avocado tree suitable for pots (Wurtz variety), a fig, and a yellow guava. Plus a whole bunch of vegetable seeds.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Israel, a racist state


Headline in the SMH: 'Anti-racism summit poses conundrum for Rudd'.

How could Kevin Rudd possibly be in two minds about attending an anti-racism summit? I clicked the link to the story to discover why.

Ahh: Israel.

Canada has already pulled out, as a result of the outcry after the previous conference, in 2001 in Durban, South Africa. That gathering turned into a fracas over anti-Semitismas some Arab and Islamic countries urged delegates to condemn Israel as a racist state and denounce Zionism, its founding ideology, as a racist doctrine.


See, the thing is, Israel is a racist state. It is an apartheid state. Stating that fact is no more anti-semitism than condemning the white apartheid government in South Africa was anti-caucasian.

In fact, the very same day the SMH published this story, news.com.au sites were running a story titled 'Israel to build new Arab city'. Kind of like a Bantustan for Arabs, I suppose.

Really, this new 'Arab city' is a bandaid for Israel's abuse of the rights of its Arab citizens that has led to an absolutely untenable situation with regard to their (lack of) rights to obtain housing:


Why do Arab Israelis build homes without permits? Because for a group with a 3.9 percent birthrate, keeping a growing family under one original roof eventually becomes impossible. Applications by Arab Israelis for permits to build or expand are almost always denied – and moving to a Jewish neighborhood is usually impossible, either because of legal restrictions or outright discrimination against the minority.


Why does Kevin Rudd, or any Australian for that matter, need to kowtow to this wholly invented accusation of racism against anyone who criticises Israel's own racist policies? Why?

Conclusive certificates gone the way of Howard

Good riddance to another piece of Howard rubbish.

The day that all Australians who believe that the public has a right to know what their government is up to have been waiting for:

John Faulkner has announced that the Rudd ALP government will introduce legislation to abolish 'conclusive certificates'.

For those of you who have already forgotten the Howard years, conclusive certificates were things a government minister could slap on documents that made the government look bad, thus declaring that it was not in the public's interest to know anything the government had done to screw over Australian citizens. Peter Costello was very fond of using them to prevent proper analysis of the Howard government's tax policies and the way they resulted in bracket creep.

The Rudd government is by no means perfect, but I have to say that after 11 years grinding my teeth at the policies of John Howard's government, it's nice to see the Howard ways being flushed down the toilet of history.

Crow cruelty crimes in Brisbane


I don't think 'horrified' can wholly encapsulate the reaction that the poor people who had to capture and euthanase the crow in the above picture must have had upon realising what had been done to it. There just aren't words to describe the sort of people who would carry out such a despicable and cruel act. And, even if any of the people who've carried out any of a spate of crow killings are caught, it's a safe bet that some soft-arse judge will give them a tap on the wrist and a 'stern warning'.

Oh, and what's with the ability for people to procure poison so easily? I mean "Often it's arsenic that's used, or just normal 1080"- what the hell? Should there really be any such thing as 'normal 1080' freely available to these suburban psychos? I sure don't think so.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

World Youth Day Caption Contest! GRAND FINALE!

Oh dear readers, do we have a good one for you... Well done Sarah for spotting it.


Toombul bike ride


Today Gam and I took our bikes in the back of the car to Toombul in order to go for a ride along one of the bike paths in the area. Getting there looked like it would take some time when our GPS decided there was no such place as Toombul in Brisbane. We parked at Toombul shopping centre- our concerns about leaving the car there while we went for a ride seemed to be validated by the presence of a pile of freshly broken auto glass that appeared sometime between the time we left and the time we got back. Its location suggested a burglary rather than a prang. Yikes.

Anyway, the ride itself was awesome. I only wished I had a camera strapped to my helmet, or some other device that meant I wouldn't need to stop every time I wanted to take a photo. The nuisance of stopping meant that we missed photographing a whole lot of beautiful scenery, so I'm going to try and think of a way to rectify this next time we go- and there definitely will be a next time. The area isn't at all hilly- we rode up a single steep hill to get to a lookout, but that was it. Even for a wuss and renowned whinger like me it was a cinch. With rain and cold weather forecast for tomorrow and the rest of the week, it was a great way to spend a warm, sunny winter's day. Although I probably should have remembered to wear sunscreen... I always forget in winter because I don't venture outdoors as much, so I've wound up with a pink nose!


The hideous Toombul shopping centre.

The beginning of the bike path, as viewed from our parking spot.


The airport control tower is visible in the background of this shot- we could see planes landing.























The next 8 photos were taken from a lookout:







Finally, some dinky little bananas I got at Mrs Flannery's on our way home.