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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Spam email #4

The next spam e-mail on the list is a little, well, dated. Not only is it dated in the sense that I received this email some months ago, it is written, as I'm sure you can see, by "one of the daughters of the embattled president of Libya", viz., the daughter of Muammar Gaddafi, who at the moment is probably the opposite of "embattled" - one of the easiest things to do - and hardest, I guess - is to be in a state of non-being. Anyway, I provide the following for your entertainment procrastination.


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I NEED YOUR URGENT ASSISTANCE!

I am Miss.Ayesha Gaddafi, one of the daughters of the embattled president of Libya, I am currently residing in one of the African Countries1, unfortunately as a refugee. At the meantime,my family is the target of Western nations led by Nato2 who wants to destroy my father at all costs. Our investments and bank accounts in several countries are their targets to freeze.

I have been commissioned to contact an interested foreign investor/partner3 who will be able to take absolute control of part of the vast cash available to private account with my late brother who was killed by NATO air strike, for a possible investment in your country.

If this transaction interest you4, you don’t have to disclose it to any body because of what is going with my entire family, if the united nation happens to know this account, they will freezing it as they freeze others so keep this transaction for yourself only until we finalize it.I want to transfer this money into your account immediately for onward5 investment in your country because I don’t want the united nation to know about this account.6

Therefore if you are capable of running an establishment and can maintain the high level of secrecy required in this project7, kindly respond with the following information for details of
the project.


1. Your full names and address
2. Your private telephone and fax numbers8
3. Your private email address
4. Age and profession

Best Regard9,

Miss.Ayesha Gaddafi.

1 When capitalisation is done erratically, as it is done here and is also a phenomenon of 17th and 18th century English (one only needs to read the Preamble of the American Declaration of Independence to see what I'm talking about), it annnoys me to no end.
2 Why "she" changes from the correct writing of Nato to NATO later on is unclear. Standard journalistic practice - and therefore good English - in News Limited - although the Guardian is one prominent non-Murdoch publication to follow suit - is to use lower case in the appropriate places if the acronym is said as a word. "Nato" - the North Atlantic Treaty Organisation - is one example and Opec - the Organisation of Petroleum Exporting Countries - is another.
3 If "she" wants me to invest a large sum of money - which presumes "she" wants it back at some stage - wouldn't "she" bother to check if I have experience in the whole investing thing (which I don't)? Far out, every company expects experience in an applicant (reminding me of the old chestnut that to have experience to sell, one must gain experience first). Poor business acumen and practice.
4 Fascinating use of the subjunctive. The subjunctive is rarely used in English - although more popular in the Romance languages, especially Italian. The subjunctive is used to express hypotheticals, and works well in "if" formulations, as here. Or it could just be a typo.
5 Intriguing debate on whether it should read as "onward" or "onwards". The starting point for this debate would be to look at the Americanisation (or should that be "Americanization"?) of words, starting after the War of Independence was won in 1783. Anglo words tend to have the "s" at the end, while Americanised ones drop it off. The classic case is of "maths" (Anglo) against "math" (Americanised) as an abbreviation of "mathematics". Or, again, it could just be a typo.
6 This paragraph doesn't have the lucid feel of previous ones. The mind boggles at the drop in standard.
7 Well, that ship has sailed.
8 Is fax still a thing?
9 So "she" purports to be able to give me "vast cash" and yet she is so stingy she gives me only one "regard"? Obviously fake

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Podcast promotion time

G'day folks,

Great to be here, and it's great you could join me as I announce my exclusive podcast with good friend Adam Morris*. It's been said I have a good face for radio (or audio, whatever) - probably by me - and listening to it is the way to prove this theory. So now, not only can you read my inane thoughts, you can hear them as well. At least they're countered by the sagacious views of my friend Adam.

Episode 1, which you can listen to by following this link, covers the Arab-Israeli conflict as it occurred in the week, as well as the announced Royal Commission into alleged abuses of children by priests. Hefty matter, indubitably.

We hope you not only tune in, but also leave comments/feedback/criticisms/assassination attempts and also what you had for breakfast this morning.

Enjoy.

*Were it not for the technological savviness of Jason Pace, it is doubtful there would be a podcast at all (obviously, some may view this as a good thing). So here's cheers Jason, and thanks for all your help.  

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Races that Stop Two Nations

Ah, is it November already?

The termination of pedagogy for another year (God, I love uni), the promise (frequently broken by the Melbourne weather-gods) of warmth and the expectation (nominal, at least) that the upcoming summer will provide a lifetime's worth of memories (this expectation of course clashes with the fact that the predictable over-indulgence will prevent any meaningful memories from being remembered).

But enough with the horizon-gazing. Events in the very near future demand attention.

Two particular events have been fixed by my attention, of which both provide punters with a spectacle and of which both happen to fall on the same day.

I refer of course to the Tuesday, November 6, 2012 runnings of the Melbourne Cup and the US presidential election (in order of priority, naturellement).

The following is a guide to how to survive/embrace fully one or both events.

The Melbourne Cup (a public holiday, at least in Melbourne and some parts of rural Victoria, and apparently also in Canberra for federal bureaucrats (under the title of "Family and Community Day", which seems meaningless enough)):

The 2012 running of the Melbourne Cup will be the 151st occasion in which the good ladies and gentlemen of the community will turn up to a track in Flemington, in Melbourne's inner-west, to watch a few horses go by for just over three minutes (the fastest was - trivia buffs take note - Kingston Rule in 1990, at a time of 3min 16.3s) before getting completely sozzled on cheap champagne, before taking an overpriced taxi or an overfilled train carriage back to home base.

If you decide instead to watch from home instead, then you too can still get completely sozzled, with the help of some fun games, because, really, no one watches the horse racing for the horses, and, besides, the coverage is sure to be so tedious that forgoing even a little liquor seems inhumane, even if it is only one o'clock in the afternoon.

Most of the fun is based on the following principle: consider that Channel 7's purported coverage of Cup Day goes for seven and a half hours. Given an average race time of three minutes - there are those that will go for fewer - and given there will be about six or seven races (producing 18 to 21 minutes of racing time), it leaves Bruce McAvaney and his crew (wouldn't Dennis Cometti make a marvelous race caller?) somewhere between seven hours and nine minutes and seven hours and 12 minutes of coverage to fill. Let's not be mean,  but when you have to provide material for that amount of time, well, some of it will be less entertaining, informative and instructive than what would be expected. It is these moments that we can exploit for our own amusement and inebriation.

The Cross: Bruce McAvaney can't talk for all of the broadcast, of course, so he has to recruit some friends to assist him in the process. Be on the lookout for crosses with various "personalities", each one more dubious than the last. Some of the categories of crosses, for which you can reward yourself for staying the course by having a tipple, include:

  • The Fashion Cross: I'm not the biggest fashionista in Melbourne, or even in the western suburbs, or even on my street, or even in my house, but at the same time I'm not the worst-dressed either - I mean, I know how to appreciate, for example, a decent pair of button-fly jeans when I see one. You tend to see two types of interviewees in this cross: one is the preening model, so self-conscious by her three minutes of fame, she - or he - hurriedly namechecks the manufacturer of her wears, perhaps anticipating the real or imagined cheque coming her way for her role as advertiser. The other type is the outlandishly-costumed punter, perhaps cross-dressing, and usually with sunglasses on to add to the absurdity of the outfit. This type can typically be seen - and heard - yelling boorishly - in their own minds, excitedly - to camera or to various others. Forensic studies have concluded alcohol is a predominating factor in the latter example.
  • The Betting Cross: Forget about horse racing, betting is the sport of kings in this country. Apparently by the time the Cup is run and won (a phrase you'll hear a lot more of between the winning of the race and the sports update on the 6pm news), we'll have spent "more than $60 million" on various wagers. Point men, at the risk of being accused an advertorial agent myself, would be Adam Hamilton and racing scion Tom Waterhouse. Have yourself a double tipple if you manage to spot that token woman of the industry, Julia Gillard Kelli Underwood Chelsea Roffey Jaimee Rogers. Another game can be to see which titles have, in the smallest point, the words "Gamble responsibly". Also raise your elbow whenever the coverage cuts to the betting guy who's next to the totalisator, which is also known as the Machnine with the Funny Knobs and the Horses' Names on It (that's not the scientific name, obviously). In this age of digital display, it makes no sense to utilise what is a pre-digital solution. I guess it all has to do with eating up time (see above).  
  • The Cross-Promotion Cross: Various folks are getting prepared for Season 2013, and for once I'm not talking about football. No, Channel 7's 2013 season launch was held a few weeks back (what do you know, reading the society pages of the various papers is informative) and so be prepared for the lather of cross-promotion that will be unleashed. Forget about the advertisements, what you should be fearing are the interviews - oh my God, how many? - of Channel 7 "stars". "Dancing with the Stars", the "X-Factor", "Australia's Got Talent" - the list goes on and on. Do try and be out of the room whenever a cross of this type fills your screen. 
The On-the-Ground Interviewer: Will probably be a woman (for the "softer" and more human touch) and somehow connected to the racing industry, no matter how tenuous the link (the wife's sister's daughter of the trainer, maybe?). Hopefully, the interviewer doesn't follow the path of the BBC woman in charge at Royal Ascot, who to my eyes seemed well on the way to tipsiness (it wouldn't have been because she was enjoying herself, of course not). If the Channel 7 woman in the same role says or does indiscreet on camera, reward yourself by joining her on the road to over-indulgence.

The Blatant Product Placement: During presentations, comperes (on Nine last Saturday it was Tony Jones) make reference to the name of the cup before officially declaring the winning jockey. This is fine. What irritates me is the inane speech that some representative (probably - God forbid - a flack, or some PR spokesperson) of the sponsor of the race makes, as if to prove his or her self-importance to the uncaring crowd. I'd like to think the compere, too, reserves a corner of their heart for what must be the unadulterated hatred that they must surely feel for a world which makes its money by engaging in deceit and fraud. I'd like to think that, but then I'm probably just being edgy.

So yeah, that's my take on Cup Day. So what if I've blown my bridges to the racing media industry? It's not like I want to make as many connections as possible as I make my way into the industry, or anything.

Enjoy your drink(s) while watching the horses go by, because you won't be the only Melburnian to do so.

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The US presidential election will be held on the same day (the result will be known around 11am Wednesday in Melbourne).

In a two-horse race (geddit?), it seems no one has any real idea, and can just make up their own facts on the issue.

No, to be fair, we can draw some conclusions about what has been occurring in the land of the free. If we were to take the FOX news view, anyway, about the campaign, it would be something like this: every other notable news organisation is liberal, biased, subjective and hopelessly partisan (read: Democratic). Its own take is strictly "fair and balanced", and it's not like Messrs Murdoch and Ailes haven't force-fed viewers with their own ideology. Of course.

In any case, let's try and understand what will happen on Tuesday, November 6, 2012 in the United States of America (except of course in the political capital of the world, Washington, DC - more on that in a moment).

The channel through which the President and Vice-President are decided is known as the Electoral College. There are therefore two elements of voting that takes place: the electoral vote and the popular vote. the direct and indirect means, respectively.

The electoral vote is decided by electors, who, strangely enough, form, through those 50 United States, except the territories and DC, the Electoral College. The Electoral College has a member for each senator of a state (so 2) plus a member for every representative. 

Confuzzled? The point is that the popular vote leads to the electoral vote. If enough people vote for Democratic electors, then the state will pass its votes to the Democratic candidate - in this case, of course, President Barack Obama.

Technically, the Electoral College meet on a state-by-state basis on the Monday after the second Wednesday in December - this year, the 17th - but the reason why I say a result will be known almost straightaway is because there shouldn't be any surprises, like an elector using the old bait-and-switch and flip-flopping on their vote.

My tip, because I know you're all dying for it: Both candidates are not inspiring at all, because Barack Obama has nowhere to go on the "Hope" and "Change" platform from 2008 and Mitt Romney is hardly an inspiring alternative. There is nothing wrong with being successful in business, but economic rationalism is hardly a good set of principles to govern by ("Rappin' Ronnie Reagan" would of course disagree). As I said (from the relatively calmer waters of Australia, I guess) to a friend, and I'm rather fond of this quote: "Obama is the President that America needs, but Romney is the President that America deserves."

I'm also keen on the results of the congressional elections, because it determines what the President will have to work with. My other plug is to look for how third parties, like the Libertarian Party or Green Party, fare.

Final guess: Obama will just pip the post because a) of a prevailing "better-the-devil-you-know" attitude that probably got Bush re-elected in '04 and b) natural disasters like the "Frankenstorm" Sandy tend to favour incumbents, and because Obama didn't stuff up rescue efforts (one imagines a man, short not only in stature, but also in dignity and humanity, drinking whiskey somewhere in Texas, cursing a fellow President for getting natural disaster rescue right). Another contributing factor is that a sitting Republican Governor in Chris Christie endorsed Obama's efforts. Traitor or not, Christie is looking towards the big picture, and you should expect to hear and see a lot more about him in the run up to 2016.

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While arguably more important, it's probably the case that proportionally fewer people care about the presidential election. And while a political horse race affects the public more than a literal one, that's fine. What's also fine is that the horse racing enthusiasts get a day off, while voters in the most significant democratic state in the world, in exercising their right, do not. Yep, we certainly have our priorities right. 

Sunday, August 12, 2012

3000 gather in Melbourne to demand equal marriage

3000 people gathered in the Melbourne CBD yesterday to demand equal marriage rights for the LGBTIQ community.

The demonstration came on the eighth anniversary of the Howard government legislating marriage as between a man and a woman only.

Many speakers addressed a colourful crowd at the State Library, including the federal member for Melbourne Adam Bandt.

Mr Bandt told listeners it was time for parliamentarians to catch up with the views of their electorates.

"The mood in the population has changed," the Greens deputy leader said to the crowd.

"People are very relaxed about two people who love each other getting married, regardless of their gender or their sexuality."
Addressing the faithful: Adam Bandt gives his oration
Flying the flag: Just as many first-timers came as "repeat offenders" did
It's true: Some signs were jocular ("Bisexuality doubles your chances of a date on a Saturday night"), but others had a more serious tone
Mr Bandt, among others, cited a statistic that showed 64% of those surveyed were in favour of gay marriage - an increase from the 34% of respondents at the time of the effective ban eight years ago.

Another speaker, Doug Pollard - a broadcaster for Joy FM - said marriage is a "profound right" but must be fought for long and hard.

"The fight for gay rights is one of those, unfortunately, that will never be over because we are a minority", Mr Pollard said.

"Marriage however is not just about finding a partner, it's a lot more."

"It's about binding ourselves into the whole of society in one fabric."

The people's voice: Gay rights champion Doug Pollard delivers his speech
Equal Love Convenor Ali Hogg said while change in attitudes towards gay marriage since 2004 were a positive, people still needed to be committed to the cause.

"We want this discrimination [towards the LGBTIQ community] to be gotten rid of out of Australian law, once and for all," she told cheering supporters.

"And once we get this, it's going to be because of people like you and me, coming out time and time again, taking a stand against these discriminatory laws."

The speeches were followed by a march - which a police officer later told me had no problems - from the State Library to the Old Treasury Building, where a mock mass wedding was to be celebrated by "dissident" priest, Father Greg Reynolds.

On being given a rock star reception, Fr Reynolds said while it was a "joyful event", it was a "solemn act" that he was to perform.

To conclude the event, Anthony Wallace - also from Equal Love - said another protest would be held on November 24, to which he wanted 10,000 people to turn up.

"Dissident": Father Greg Reynolds


Road to equality: Protestors on the march

Fair point: As compelling as any an argument to legalise gay marriage 
Radical: The haughty and inscrutable Sir Redmond Barry was left behind at the State Library and missed out on the fun part of the afternoon  





Thursday, July 26, 2012

Dirty about Harry: A Poem

Harry Jenkins, former Federal Speaker and Member for Scullin, today announced his resignation from Parliament, effective at the next federal election.

I find this significant because he was the voice of the Parliament when I started to become interested in these matters. He had the good grace, humour and, ultimately, authority that any good umpire needs - being Speaker of Federal Parliament is probably one of the toughest umpiring gigs in the land. Anywho, a little poem is below, a poor tribute to his contribution to Australian politics.

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Mister
Vision
His innocence
For the house of cards all that
Or not
For that
Data steering 
Denied wasteful
Statement specimen for that one largest loosening up one
For them
Wanna
Format but without water
Then
Financed
Cast all
Five years' time
Half the rate is sixty feet to the story reason usage of the time to learn

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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Jon

Jon,

Did you fail to recognise me as you got off the train, as I have failed to recognise so many others?

Cold Sores

So, yeah, I'm sick with a cold. Qu'elle surprise.

I find this highly significant because, heretofore, I had spent all winter boosting my weak-as-wet-cardboard immune system with more fruit than usual. Because you must ask, and because I must tell you, I overcame my aversion to mandarines and discovered the usefulness of apples as a quick breakfast snack - notwithstanding the fact that, more often than not, these apples will be the only thing I have eaten until dinner (poverino, &c).

Sure, it had been going around - last year, there was some sort of pandemic in August (exams were in November) at my alma mater that I may or may not have inadvertently caused - but I felt pretty secure this time around. Sure, my dear, dear brother had it - and still does - but, au contraire to what I told at least one acquaintance - it was not really his fault. (Ah, qu'elle poseur!)

I'm a man undone by stress.

This time, the stress was due to the "peeps" at RMIT (I'm refraining from using a more defamatory word) telling me certain things that I really didn't want to hear. That, and the fact I was getting screwed over by technology again - tehnologija, as my Croatian grandfather says. 

So, as Lenin wrote in what was almost certainly another context, what is to be done?

Well, I base my recovery (it's fairly scientific) on a few principles:


  • Staying warm: That means wearing an absurd amount of layers plus a ridiculously-long scarf in the hope of inducing sweat, which apparently quickens recovery. That also means having a little nightcap just before bedtime. However, I'm not talking about beer, which is only 4-5%. No, you need to have the heavy stuff, so you get to sleep fairly, plus have funky Technicolor© dreams at the same time.  It is fairly inauspicious, then, that I have A Panic at the Disco's album "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out". Maybe it works as some sort of reverse omen. Who knows?
  • Eating a, frankly, absurd diet: I mentioned fruit above, but this is just half part of the plan. The other half relates to eating the most fattening, unhealthy food possible. Examples are chocolate, take-away and others. It goes beyond, y'know, becoming obese, because what happens during a cold is you generally tend to eat less - because, y'know, you feel like what second US President John Adams would have described (in another context) as a "crapulous mass" - and so you lose a bit of mass. The important thing during a cold is to dramatically increase the calorie-to-exercise ratio - by dramatically increasing the amount of calories.
  • Taking medication: This may sound obvious... and it is! Go, go, go on the paracetamol or ibuprofen. Of course as a maximum, you only really need to pop those pills twice a day. I find having paracetamol in a tea (Lemsip &c, with honey and lemon naturellement) in the morning one day and a pill the other varies things up a little (or tea morning, pill lunch &c). (Authorial note: The didact is getting too strong even for me).
There are some positives:
  • Being a drain on the system: Basically, with colds men - and me as well - can use this debilitating illness as an excuse for the indolence that they already possess. Do the dishes? Nope, sorry. Cook tea? Don't want to make everybody sick. Do work? I'd rather curl up in front of the telly, thanks (the worst is during the day, when all you get is Ready Steady Cook and movies from when you didn't know they were able to make them). You also are able to moan constantly without being called out on it. The only other time in which it would be acceptable would be singing a Bob Dylan song. 
  • Facial hair growth rate slows down: Notwithstanding my ever-diminishing masculinity, the fact that it takes slightly longer to get the point where I resemble a metrosexual caveman pleases me no end (puberty hasn't hit me yet, folks). 
So, yeah. That's my narcissistic contribution in the best Montaignean tradition for today. There's an odds-on chance this cold will prove to be an extremely virulent strain of, like, swine flu or it could turn out to be completely harmless.

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There is something deliciously ironic in the fact that, while completely healthy, I am too lazy to actually so I do the whole spam email thing, but with this cold I get this whole artistic (that really should be in quotation marks) inspiration thing and type out a thesis on paracetamol. C'est la vie.