what! Eight out of ten uni students admit cheating!
you mean all that time I was reading Ricouer and Derrida and thinking really, really hard, everyone else was at the pub? what an outrage!
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
Today's Blogon:
On the Internet, no one knows if you're a dog, George W. Bush or the Lord himself; can you tell the difference at these impersonation blogs?
Jesus of the Week
Some of the Jesuses on Jesus of the Week really are Jesus - or at least paintings and models of Him.
The idea is that every week, the blog puts up a new Jesus, with appropriate commentary. You can choose your Jesus from a drop-down menu of previous weeks' Lords.
If this blog was an academic treatise on representations of Christ through the ages, it would probably draw a fat grant from a Christian foundation. But then it couldn't have fun with Jesus-as-tapdancer - "Check out the fancy footwork, as Jesus straps on his tap sandals!" or Jesus-as-children's-book character - "It's just so nice to see Jesus relaxing for once - trading
in his stuffy work clothes for more casual clown garb and kicking back with a game of Holy-hacky-sack-in-the-halo."
Jesus submissions from readers are encouraged.
BushBlog
No, this isn't actually written by the leader of the free world.
At least, we don't think Dubya would say this:
"But folks, gettin' energy from the Sun is just bad business. Think about it. Dependin' on energy from other countries is bad enough, but you wanna start depending on energy from another planet? I don't. I mean, once we get dependent on the Sun for our energy, what's to keep the Sunarians, or whatever they're called, from cuttin' back on production like
OPEC does? What's to keep 'em from hikin' prices? What are we gonna do then? We can't retaliate. Hell, they're on another planet."
Surely not.
Nevertheless, this blog overflows with links to the fun stuff about the current president; his business embarassments, his daughter's hijinks and what the Chinese military thinks of George Senior's little boy.
Living Colours
It's a bit of an ironic title, because Kaycee Nicole of Living Colours never was alive.
Her long-running blog came to an end in May last year when she finally succumbed to a chronic disease.
But it didn't take long for suspicious fellow bloggers to discover that there had never been a Kaycee. She was a persona developed by a middle-aged American woman with the aid of photographs of an unsuspecting basketballer she'd known previously.
This is a taste of "Kaycee's" final post: "I sat on my grandma's glider wishing I could get out with everyone and play along. But I wasn't ever alone. Someone was always there beside me making me smile or catching me up on their life."
The perpetrator of the hoax later claimed the character was based on real people's experiences, but
The site was quickly removed by Kaycee's Webmaster, who had been fooled along with her other readers, but it is partly preserved in a mirror site.
Victims of the hoax included the girl whose photo was used, people who sent Kaycee gifts, people who befriended her online and grieved for her, and readers who felt they had been betrayed.
On the Internet, no one knows if you're a dog, George W. Bush or the Lord himself; can you tell the difference at these impersonation blogs?
Jesus of the Week
Some of the Jesuses on Jesus of the Week really are Jesus - or at least paintings and models of Him.
The idea is that every week, the blog puts up a new Jesus, with appropriate commentary. You can choose your Jesus from a drop-down menu of previous weeks' Lords.
If this blog was an academic treatise on representations of Christ through the ages, it would probably draw a fat grant from a Christian foundation. But then it couldn't have fun with Jesus-as-tapdancer - "Check out the fancy footwork, as Jesus straps on his tap sandals!" or Jesus-as-children's-book character - "It's just so nice to see Jesus relaxing for once - trading
in his stuffy work clothes for more casual clown garb and kicking back with a game of Holy-hacky-sack-in-the-halo."
Jesus submissions from readers are encouraged.
BushBlog
No, this isn't actually written by the leader of the free world.
At least, we don't think Dubya would say this:
"But folks, gettin' energy from the Sun is just bad business. Think about it. Dependin' on energy from other countries is bad enough, but you wanna start depending on energy from another planet? I don't. I mean, once we get dependent on the Sun for our energy, what's to keep the Sunarians, or whatever they're called, from cuttin' back on production like
OPEC does? What's to keep 'em from hikin' prices? What are we gonna do then? We can't retaliate. Hell, they're on another planet."
Surely not.
Nevertheless, this blog overflows with links to the fun stuff about the current president; his business embarassments, his daughter's hijinks and what the Chinese military thinks of George Senior's little boy.
Living Colours
It's a bit of an ironic title, because Kaycee Nicole of Living Colours never was alive.
Her long-running blog came to an end in May last year when she finally succumbed to a chronic disease.
But it didn't take long for suspicious fellow bloggers to discover that there had never been a Kaycee. She was a persona developed by a middle-aged American woman with the aid of photographs of an unsuspecting basketballer she'd known previously.
This is a taste of "Kaycee's" final post: "I sat on my grandma's glider wishing I could get out with everyone and play along. But I wasn't ever alone. Someone was always there beside me making me smile or catching me up on their life."
The perpetrator of the hoax later claimed the character was based on real people's experiences, but
The site was quickly removed by Kaycee's Webmaster, who had been fooled along with her other readers, but it is partly preserved in a mirror site.
Victims of the hoax included the girl whose photo was used, people who sent Kaycee gifts, people who befriended her online and grieved for her, and readers who felt they had been betrayed.
heh. those few visitors who remember the Great Rubbish Skip Debacle will appreciate this:
our house is being 1/2 knocked down. it looks like a bomb's hit it, literally; the roof is off and the kitchen and bathroom are open to the sky and full of fallen bricks.
all of the rubble is going into a skip at the front. the name on the side: All Over Bins.
sweet.
our house is being 1/2 knocked down. it looks like a bomb's hit it, literally; the roof is off and the kitchen and bathroom are open to the sky and full of fallen bricks.
all of the rubble is going into a skip at the front. the name on the side: All Over Bins.
sweet.
I've always thought Cathy Freeman was delightfully open about her feelings and what was going on in her head. so I don't understand what this is about.
Tuesday, July 30, 2002
Monday, July 29, 2002
just had a pleasant lunch chat with pixelkitty
she is not the person referred to below.
;-)
she has agreed to feature in an article I'm doing about Melbourne bloggers.
she said something interesting: she doesn't care whether people read her or not. what she does find freaky is when she knows she has hundreds of readers and no one's saying anything
I remember before Salon killed Table Talk by levying fees, we had a "real people count off here" list to sort out the personas from the persons.
feel free to insert random comments below.
she is not the person referred to below.
;-)
she has agreed to feature in an article I'm doing about Melbourne bloggers.
she said something interesting: she doesn't care whether people read her or not. what she does find freaky is when she knows she has hundreds of readers and no one's saying anything
I remember before Salon killed Table Talk by levying fees, we had a "real people count off here" list to sort out the personas from the persons.
feel free to insert random comments below.
AAARHGHDARNBLAHYAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
I can't say who you are right now because it would be defamatory under Australian law, but you are an INCOMPETENT, UNPROFESSIONAL UNHELPFUL PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE IDIOT.
so there.
/stress mode/
are we all having a nice day out there in blogland, kiddies? did I mention how pretty Melbourne can be on a cold sunny winter's day? how the orange sunset last night contrasted with the bare black branches of the denuded trees? how I got up early and quaffed coffee and bought the first asparagus of the season at the market before getting to work at a record 8.15 am?
mutter...
I can't say who you are right now because it would be defamatory under Australian law, but you are an INCOMPETENT, UNPROFESSIONAL UNHELPFUL PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE IDIOT.
so there.
/stress mode/
are we all having a nice day out there in blogland, kiddies? did I mention how pretty Melbourne can be on a cold sunny winter's day? how the orange sunset last night contrasted with the bare black branches of the denuded trees? how I got up early and quaffed coffee and bought the first asparagus of the season at the market before getting to work at a record 8.15 am?
mutter...
Sunday, July 28, 2002
look at all these cool people you can hire to speak at your dinner! Paul Twomey, John Ralston Saul, Ita Buttrose...
I read this, from an Australian archbishop who thinks abortion is worse than child abuse, and I said this to the nearest female:
"who put these men in charge of us? some Bodaecia ten thousand years ago made a HUGE mistake when she let them men into the cave. they should have been kept outside hunting wildebeest and mammoths and only let in once a month for reproduction. they should never have been allowed in to be civilised because they don't know how to do it"
Who did put them in charge anyway?
"who put these men in charge of us? some Bodaecia ten thousand years ago made a HUGE mistake when she let them men into the cave. they should have been kept outside hunting wildebeest and mammoths and only let in once a month for reproduction. they should never have been allowed in to be civilised because they don't know how to do it"
Who did put them in charge anyway?
you want original content, you go elsewhere. bloggety blog is following the pack with the "myname is" meme
Jenny is a very social woman
Jenny is a high school girl of 17.
Jenny is among the most promising new songwriters on the local scene
Jenny is a lovely spot for a naturist holiday
Jenny is the reigning queen of southside
Jenny is on tour with LA Trumpet Player Rob Slowik and the Big Apple Circus.
Jenny is a veteran stage performer, beginning on the fiddle at age eight with her family's Driftwood Canyon Family Band
Jenny is located within the depth contour marked on this map as "submerged volcano".
Jenny is one of the most famous airplanes of the World War I and
barnstorming eras
... I specially like the submerged volcano...these are the actual first-page Google results!
Jenny is a very social woman
Jenny is a high school girl of 17.
Jenny is among the most promising new songwriters on the local scene
Jenny is a lovely spot for a naturist holiday
Jenny is the reigning queen of southside
Jenny is on tour with LA Trumpet Player Rob Slowik and the Big Apple Circus.
Jenny is a veteran stage performer, beginning on the fiddle at age eight with her family's Driftwood Canyon Family Band
Jenny is located within the depth contour marked on this map as "submerged volcano".
Jenny is one of the most famous airplanes of the World War I and
barnstorming eras
... I specially like the submerged volcano...these are the actual first-page Google results!
so busy. have to do a 5,000 word piece on the Australian domain name system. by like, next week. am 70 per cent through transcribing a one-hour tape. have thousands of words in various files, lots of printouts to go through. aargh. why did I agree to do this?
Because if/when I get paid, it will be in US dollars, silly.
ah, thanks for clearing that up, Jenny.
and it is interesting in a way. there is just not enough time and I have friends to call, dishes to wash and a life to have. sometimes you just hit a crunch and you have to run like crazy to keep up.
Because if/when I get paid, it will be in US dollars, silly.
ah, thanks for clearing that up, Jenny.
and it is interesting in a way. there is just not enough time and I have friends to call, dishes to wash and a life to have. sometimes you just hit a crunch and you have to run like crazy to keep up.
Thursday, July 25, 2002
25/7/02
tick, tock.
the sounds that make up the rhythm that passes the time.
my feet clacking on the bluestone pavers
the pedestrian crossing timer – fast, slow, fast, slow.
the clock that ticked at my grandfather’s house – pa’s house – when I was a child in the dark is now at my father’s house.
the mantel clock from my grandmother’s kitchen in the house where my mother was a girl is now in my mother’s lounge room. it’s promised to me when she dies.
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the sweetness of addiction. coffee. swimming. chocolate. you need it. you know it’s bad. it blurs life
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story idea – or something from my subconscious- a group of school friends. 40s. settled.
one of them goes mad and starts hassling the others, reminding them of their dreams.
r’s friend who said schools shouldn’t encourage people to all think they’d be clothing designers, someone has to sew them. I found that comment kind of shocking, especially from a mother….
tick, tock.
the sounds that make up the rhythm that passes the time.
my feet clacking on the bluestone pavers
the pedestrian crossing timer – fast, slow, fast, slow.
the clock that ticked at my grandfather’s house – pa’s house – when I was a child in the dark is now at my father’s house.
the mantel clock from my grandmother’s kitchen in the house where my mother was a girl is now in my mother’s lounge room. it’s promised to me when she dies.
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the sweetness of addiction. coffee. swimming. chocolate. you need it. you know it’s bad. it blurs life
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story idea – or something from my subconscious- a group of school friends. 40s. settled.
one of them goes mad and starts hassling the others, reminding them of their dreams.
r’s friend who said schools shouldn’t encourage people to all think they’d be clothing designers, someone has to sew them. I found that comment kind of shocking, especially from a mother….
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