We woz robbed
I don't feel like I can make fun of freaky tourette's John
on Big Brother
, so instead I'm going to make fun of those nasty
So, spot the difference:
I know it's hard
to split them, but just do your best
Goodbye Psephite, hello Terminological Inexactitude
I couldn't stay away for long, have moved my ramblings to Terminological Inexactitude
I must take the opportunity to farewell Psephite.
I was hoping the election blogging adventure would end in a somewhat different way I must confess.
But this process has not been without its benefits. The boss was particularly impressed when I righteously claimed to be part of the blogging fraternity.
I can now add blogging to the list of cool memories I have which have sprung from the internet. It will be up there on the all time list of cool memories, but I'm afraid it won't surpass having a hotmail address since 1997 (yes, before Microsoft got their paws on it) and using the internet back in the days before any newspapers were online and when it was just a collection of Simpsons and '80s Japanese cartoon fan pages. You may have had to wait 5 minutes for the page to load, but it was worth it - you could download all sorts of erstwhile copyrighted media as the lawyers hadn't yet worked out what a modem was.
Maybe by the time the next election rolls around there will be a yet unthought of medium through which we can communicate our thoughts and well, let's face it, anger.
The last stone
We've decided to call it a day. Psephite was originally set up to critique the election and as that has now been and gone we have struggled to maintain the rage, so to speak. So, upon consultation, I am winding up Psephite.
Thank you to all those who read and posted comments, it was amazing to realise that there were people out there actually reading Psephite.
I can't speak for the others but I will continue to blog but in a more focussed form. I am hoping to get my book blog off the ground soon.
Thank you and good night.
What the White House said to Timothy Garton Ash
Via Arts and Letters Daily
, an interview with Timothy Garton Ash
about his dealings with the White House and his new book Free World: America, Europe, and the Surprising Future of the West
. The interview includes the first contact the Whitehouse made with Garton Ash:
It's the White House here, could you come and tell President Bush about Europe, uh, next Thursday at 1:45?
Says it all really.
2004 Weblog Awards
If you would like to nominate a blog for one of the awards on offer
, do it now. There is a 'Best Australian blog
' category. Tim Blair
has a couple of nominations so I have named Backpages
(even after its demise) to even the competition up. The number of nominations has no affect on the winner - voting will start in December.
The Wheel of Fortune.
It's taken me a long time to come back to psephite - mainly because I didn't know how to respond to the Australian and US election results.
When I think about politics I often think in terms of cycle - like the medieval wheel of fortune
where you inexorably experience ups and downs. I think this way partly because of the way politics is described - by 'terms' and the electoral 'cycle', which convey a sense of finite time and a bias towards change, and the two party / adversarial system, which suggests that power will swing. I also think it's because my lifetime has been split between Liberal and Labor Governments at the Federal level in Australia - one of my first political memories is Bob Hawke coming to power in 1983. I grew up in the Hawke / Keating years, and it was only when I was Uni 'becoming a grown-up' that the Liberal Government was elected under Howard. Because I've lived unde both reigns for about the same amount of time, it makes me feel like Government is a pendulum - it swings back and forth, from left to right, from Labor to Liberal, at regular intervals over time.
I found the 2004 election result confronting because it didn't conform to my idea of an electoral pattern, or the wheel of fortune. Because after 8 years in power, in which most time appeared to be spent teetering on the brink of electoral defeat, the Howard Government is simply getting stronger. And this made me realise that politics in my lifetime in Australia has been abnormal. It's not usual for incumbency to be spread between two parties. Politics isn't neat or fair. Statistically, it's more likely that the Liberal party will be in power than Labor. Maybe the political Wheel of Fortune is weighted in the conservatives favour, and it is that much harder for the Labor party to gain enough momentum to end up on top.
On the other hand, I don't want to fall victim to a 'it has to be that way' mentality. I don't want to explain away defeat by saying that the electorate is inherently conservative. That the Liberals are the natural party of Government. I kind of feel like that's a Tory ruse.
So I guess what I take from this election is that political power is not a given. It won't inevitably shift, or correct itself. There is no promise that people will simply become tired of the Governing party and switch allegiances. All you can do is keep working to get enough shoulders behind the democratic wheel.
Well and truly grogblogged
Although I didn't make it to the 'colourful' part of the evening, a grand time was had by the surprisingly numerous bloggers who turned up to the Clock Hotel in Surry Hills last night.
- > Got to meet the man himself, Darp
, even if he can't spell Psephite he's still rather cool.
- > Picked up me Pandagate shirt and have already worn it, the quizzical looks from passers-by alone are worth the 25 bucks.
- > Weezil
and Suki Lombard
rock in big way. Go read their stuff, your life will be empty without them.
- > The Daily Flute
was as cool as I had expected and we got along a treat. Funny how a tall straight Pommy and a short Aussie dyke could get along so well.
- > Also in attendance: Jess from Ausculture
, Red Betty Black
, Eric from Eating Tahini on Trains
, Tim Lambert
, Fulmination Dave
, Moo Cow
, Will Type for Food
(a RWDB, apparently) and loads more who I didn't meet or can't remember. Sorry. Beer. A lot. Of beer.
Other round-ups can be had at Ausculture
, and Will Type for Food
UPDATE: Photos at Darp
, Suki's place
, Weezil's place
Google scholar beta
Check out Google scholar
, the Beta is online now. It allows you to:
search specifically for scholarly literature, including peer-reviewed papers, theses, books, preprints, abstracts and technical reports from all broad areas of research. Use Google Scholar to find articles from a wide variety of academic publishers, professional societies, preprint repositories and universities, as well as scholarly articles available across the web.
I would be very interested to see how libraries could utilise this. Will look at giving it a good workout and review in a day or two.
More blogging about Sydney grogging later when head can concentrate a little better...
I've been on a bit of a books/language bent in my last few posts so I thought I would continue it by pointing to a San Francisco bookstore that is allowing its books to be arranged according to colour
. Someone has posted some photos
, if you'd like to take a peek.
It reminds of my years working in a bookshop where there were so many books they were piled on the floor. As well as the shelves being double packed, books were piled at least 10 high on the floor down every aisle. In that place we used to organise books by size. Of course, there was a loose subject categorisation that happened but beyond that books were out on the shelves according to fit. Hardcovers at the back, paperbacks at the front. Most of my job consisted of moving books, trying to find space where there wasn't any. It was like the proverbial painting the Harbour Bridge. You'd start at one end of the store and by the time you got to the NEXT AISLE the first one required maintenance. The worst aisle was the one that held the religion books. I'd tidy it up, find space for books when god knows there should not have been any at all. I'd pop downstairs for a fag and in the monitors I'd see some fundamentalist nutcase head into the aisle. By the time I got back up it was utterly destroyed. God knows what they were looking for, I hope they bloody found it because I still harbour a grudge against religio-freaks who destroy books. Grrr.
Speaking of weirdo religious shit
John Hostettler, the Congressman representing the 8th district of Indiana, has been convinced by local religious groups to introduce legislation in the House that would change the name of an Interstate 69 extension to a more moral sounding number.
If they didn't have such filthy minds it wouldn't be dirty would it?
Goodbye Back pages
Chris Sheil has decided to close down Back Pages
to focus on writing his book. A sad occasion for the Australian blogosphere, yes. The positive? Chris has given us his 10 rules for blogging
. A must-read for all current and would-be bloggers.
Never seen nothin' like it
Language eh? It's a weird and tricky thing. Even though I may not always write so good, I am of the opinion that there are rules to be observed and there is such a thing as good English. Ok, call me a fascist but I assure you the rest of my tendencies are thoroughly to the left.
I was absolutely thrilled then to read this extract from John Humphrey's book
. Although it seems he may be treading ground that Don Watson has already covered, I have to admit that Humphrey's version seems a tad more entertaining. His description of language pendants described several people I know:
The Pedants are those who think there is only one thing that matters: observing the rules. They will avoid a split infinitive however convoluted the resulting sentence may sound. They cannot see a dangling participle without wanting to hang it in the right place. Solecisms are scars on their backs. They feel almost physical pain when they see apostrophes in the wrong place and commas where no pause is intended.
There are fewer and fewer people in this world who wince when they see 'vegie's' on sale or a shop offering 'CD's'. People who take personal offence at such language are uncommon these days. They are swamped by those who tell us that language doesn't matter as long as people understand you. Understanding something is just the first step. It's when you move beyond understanding that the real magic starts to happen. I may understand what the language of a poem is saying but it wouldn't be a very good poem if that's as far as it went.
I don't think it's too much to ask to extend this extra dimension to everyday speech and writing. No, I don't think we should all start talking and writing as if we were bards but I do think a certain respect for language would make life a little more interesting. I don't want to hear of another document being 'socialised' or that 'going forward' we'll be doing such and such (well, actually I prefer going backwards so you can count me out of that one) or that 'we'll take this offline' when they really mean we'll talk about this later.
I accept that language changes, I accept that subverting language conventions can be effective, what I don't accept is pure laziness. I also don't accept the ghetto-ising and jargonising of language until it is beyond the comprehension of everyone except the person who wrote it. Are you listening project managers?
* A gold star to the first person who notes every error in this post. This does not include the ironic use of poor language in the title and the first paragraph. (In fact, if you didn't realise it was ironic you are immediately disqualified).
Just can't get enough, I just can't get enough
I just read a very entertaining article from the Chronicle of Higher Ed about a man and his books
. I was horrified to find myself agreeing with almost everything he said. You see, I may work on the web, do a bit of blogging, love my new iBook and have been known to use nearly 300mb in downloads a day, my true love though is books. The older I get the worse it becomes.
Sometimes my interest may wane slightly, this is usually when I don't go to a bookshop every day. At the moment though I am in the full throes of a binge. Thankfully I live and work in an area blessed with decent bookshops. Usually the lack of bookshops doesn't stop me though, it only makes the challenge greater, the quest to find a bargain or something obscure and interesting more vital. For example, I once bought a book on darts by Leighton Rees
(World Cup Singles Champion 1977, World Professional Champion 1978, Grand Masters Champion 1979) simply for one chapter that included:
His comments on the Japanese theory of Zen darts:
"With all respect to the Japs (sic) and their beliefs, in my opinion, most of that is absolute tripe"
His views on alcohol and darts:
"Although some purists insist otherwise, I maintain that alcohol is not incompatible with increased performance dart-play. It helps to steady you up. I find that a couple of pints prior to serious play is just right for me."
Proper preparation of equipment:
"Just before a match get yourself a drink to see you through, particularly if it is a clash over the 3001 or 1001 distance. If you run out of beer halfway through a match your game can go to pieces...Find a little corner to call your own where you know your beer, cigarettes and matches are. Then you can find them automatically without interrupting your concentration on the game."
Needless to say it's a gem of a book that only set me back one dollar. (I waited til the last day of a sale when everything in the shop was one buck. I'm a cunning and patient book buyer.)
Usually the books of interest to me run in phases. There are some things I will always look for: literature, lit crit and poetry. I had a severe phase of football book illness that still lingers and I will always check the sports section for gems like the Rees tome or Sam Fussell
's Muscle: Confessions of an unlikely bodybuilder
. (If you haven't read it you must. Story of Oxford nerd turning beefcake and his run-in with 'roids. Pure gold.)
Generally though most books are of interest, the only things I avoid are computer manuals and economics books. Can't ever see the day when either of those will spark the fire within. I believe they are two topics whose books hold no value whatsoever beyond the initial vocational worth to the first owner. Obviously their publishers know this - they cost a bomb.
Collecting books is a disease, I truly admit that. It is a very pleasant one however and can at least give the afflicted the feeling of knowledge and a connection to world that is fast receding into the distance.
Went to the Newtown Festival
yesterday. It was absolutely huge, as usual. And also as is normal, the usual mixed bag of yuppies, goths, dykes and poofs, uni students, hippies and god knows what else. Also, the usual stalls run by Green Left and Socialist Alliance on King St. One of them was selling a t-shit with a rat on it and 'Don't blame me. I didn't vote for the lying rodent.' I had a half-smile but there was a sinking feeling in my stomach. It's all very well wearing something expressing this sentiment but after the last election, who cares? Who's looking for someone to blame when the majority voted for the bastards? You know if you wear it around Newtown that most people would nod in agreement. This is just such a mircocosm though, such an isolated area of absolute leftness
. I think this is why some of us around this joint found it so hard to comprehend the result. Everything we saw, everyone we knew were voting left. Who the hell was voting right? For me Newtown is completely normal. It's scary to think that it's 'out-there' in comparison to the rest of the country. I'm not talking in terms of dreadlocks, tatts and dogs on rope leads either. I know people here dress, er, eclectically. It's the politics. I honestly thought the feeling felt here was a general trend. How wrong I was.
And that, dear friends, is my last post on the election. I promise.