Confirming that the United States still regards the phrase “war on terror” to mean “license for continuing and willful insanity”, a lawyer representing the U.S. in a high profile case in England has indicated that the U.S. view is that the covert abduction of foreign nationals in order to bring them to America to face […]
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Bazooka Circus is what the whole world would be doing on a Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war.
- Hunter S Thompson
Typical Sydney-centric attitude
30Jul07Limited/no updates this week, as your author is stuck in Sydney, home of the homeless.
Well, I’m stranded in the city that never sleeps
Some of these women they just give me the creeps
I’m avoidin’ the Southside the best I can
These memories I got, they can strangle a man
Well I came ashore in the dead of the […]
how now, brown bureaucrat?
09Jul07The lack of updates has been caused by your author’s temporary secondment to the home of closed supermarkets, icy wind and poorly dressed civil servants, Canberra.
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you’re never why you’re here
hypnotic photography website
28May07Flickrvision is a strangely addictive website. It consists of photographs from the photo-sharing website flickr superimposed over a map of the world as they are uploaded. In other words, as you watch, you see an endless series of photos, with the place in the world each one is from highlighted. The effect is a very […]
Two people are detained in a war zone. Both are alleged by the military force which detains them to have been somewhere they shouldn’t have. Both are held captive, without proper charges or any prospect of genuine legal process. Both confess, seemingly under duress and in possible fear for their own safety, […]
Born Again German
01Mar07I’ve always been fascinated with the relationship between language, thought, and identity. I remember someone once told me that words are the building blocks of thought, and it stopped me in my tracks. I’d never questioned what my thoughts were made of before, and it led me to the bizarre question – how would we think without words? Try it for a second. Kinda difficult to get anything except basic imaginings & rememberances, huh. Well then – what happens when you are forced to learn, and think in, a new language?
