Wednesday 28 March 2007

You can squeeze my lemon..

...till the juice runs down my leg.

If you can tell me what song that classic line comes from, well, go you.

I haven't got much to say today.

Actually, I've got bucketloads, but between the Hicks fiasco and the burning down of the Rebels clubhouse, I can't focus.

What to do?

Just put photos up.

The beauty of blogging with photos, I guess.

these are some older ones I actually thought weren't that great, but I've tried to clean them up a bit, cropped some boring bits out.

The first one is a shot looking upriver towards the GoMA at Southbank.

This one is of the big balls outside the new council building.
There were some peckers dancing or something in the shot. You can see their feet.


That's all.

One day I'll rant about something again.

Any ideas?

Tuesday 20 March 2007

River Runs Red...

...black rain falls.

Or sort of blue, in this case.

I went for a walk down to Portside Wharf this evening.

By myself.

Which, as it turned out, was a good thing, given how much time I wasted down there. In addition, having had a few beers before I went down, I thought it would be a top idea to climb down into the disgusting river mud to get a better angle.

It wasn't, and I didn't.

But I did get these shots.

All with 20-30 seconds of exposure, iso 100, various f-stops just to get the right exposure. Basically I just adjusted the aperture to get as long a shutter speed as possible to smooth out the water.

By the way, I've played around with Photoshop settings, so the images are higher quality and may take a sec to load.

Enjoy.

(PS the last shot with the branches isn't great, but it was an experiment where I had the camera flash once to pick of the twigs, then a 30 second exposure. I think it might work with some practice)

Monday 19 March 2007

Let's waste time...

...chasing cars.

It upsets me that a song I really don't mind (a bit whiny, but good nonetheless) makes me think of the completely ridiculous crap waste of airtime that is Grey's Anatomy.

Sure, the OC was also crap and I watched that, but it wasn't anywhere near as moralistic and cloying as Grey's Anatomy.

In other news,
I had a read of this today. As usual, these threads only really serve to give the absolute shits. Mainly, they make a polarised stance completely impossible.

The good thing is that there are incredibly diverse opinions. Some of these types of comments are readily available on other sites, like Blogocracy and Akerman. These run from intelligent debate with the (very) occasional idiotic rant on the former, to monkeys with internet access on the latter.

The problem with those blogs, however, is the noticeable lack of diversity in opinion. One thing I have found lacking is the intelligent defence of a right wing, or socially conservative position. At least on online opinion, there is the occasional instance of this.

Why is this good, you ask? Well, unless you’re an idiot, it’s a good idea to have an idea of arguments you’ll come up against.

On another topic, Sherd recently rehashed her paleo-feminist rant about having doors opened. I have given up on this one over there, not wanting to fill her comments section up.

I’m not going to go through the basic arguments, read it if you need to.

The basic issue the argument faces is one of relevance. Her points, and those of her comrades, were well argued, and on the face of it are reasonable. The logic falls down when applied pragmatically, and the context is all wrong.

Perhaps thirty years ago the argument had resonance, but the world has moved on, at least in Australia.

And - in much the same way that the original intent and meaning of such actions as wearing green on St Patricks Day, or giving eggs at Easter has disappeared over time – politeness to women no longer has any relation to the more insidious forms of sexism.

In a sense, I think the anti-chivalry is somewhat demeaning to women themselves. Viewing modern chivalry in this way continues to define the issue in terms of men’s actions.

I.e. you continue to assert that the solution to the problem will be found when women are treated in the same way as men, rather than on a gender neutral basis.

Chivalry, or the intent behind it, continues to be viewed in a negative way, as something which needs to be fought against.

But then we agree that the content of the action is not the issue, that no one really dislikes having these things done for them. So what will be achieved if men stop being polite?

And if it is the intent that may be suspect, and needs to be changed, how, in reality, do we do that?

Surely, the way to do this is to adopt a more positive approach. Assume all of these actions have an entirely gender neutral basis, and behave accordingly.

I believe Sherd likes a particular Gandhi quote “be the change you want to see in the world.” I have to assume this is the reason for the stance on modern chivalry.

That is, at best, a distortion of the intent of the quote. Gandhi did not rant, he did not bluster. He continually performed actions which were, at the time, illegal and accepted his punishment quietly. Over and over and over. Until things changed.

For what is the change you want to see? Is it not that you wish all forms of politeness to be based on a shared set of standards, rather than their sex, without reducing the general level of polite behaviour? If so, how would you propose to ensure that the intent was above board?

The only way I can see is to live your life according to your principle.

As for leaps of logic linking spousal abuse and levels of housework to chivalry, that’s a little hard to swallow.

Granted, if you accept the proposition that chivalry is fundamentally sexist, then accept that sexist behaviour also includes spousal abuse and sitting on your arse while you lady friend does everything, there is a link.


In the same way, there is a high level of crime in the immigrant Sudanese community, and murder is a crime, therefore high levels of Sudanese immigration cause the murder rate to rise.

This argument first requires one to accept the basic premise on the first point – in the first case an opinion, in the second case distorted statistics – then to draw a causal link based on distorted logic between two unrelated outcomes with one common characteristic.

In any event, I think it would be the case that a man who is polite to a woman, i.e. overtly demonstrates respect, would be less likely to abuse women, not the other way around.

That would go back to the countless arguments about the relationship between basic respect for others in ones actions in public and how that translates to private life.

Fundamentally, I’m not going to change the way I do things. If offer a seat on the bus, or open a door, or buy dinner for a girl, I’m going to keep doing it.

And if that girl takes that as sexist, that’s really her problem, isn’t it. I will be content in the knowledge that I have demonstrated some respect, maybe affection for a group of people who are generally much nicer, less violent, more attractive, less stinky and more intelligent.

Because, really, whichever way you look at it, men and women are different, and unless we turn into snails, always will be. There will always be differences in the way people treat each other, whether that is based on sex, or religion, or whatever.

When the results of this are bad, we should stamp it out. But good people will try to adjust how they act towards different people in order to make things go smoothly. Sometimes this can be misguided, or patronising, so we try to guide it in the right direction.

I try not to swear around my grandma and my mum, I offer to get my workmates coffee when I go out, I make an effort to learn the language and culture when I visit other places.

I have respect for my grandma as a strong woman with a sense of class, I like my workplace to be friendly whether or not the sentiment is reciprocated, and I want things to go smoothly, and respect and cherish the difference in the world.

I will continue to open the car door for my lady. I will continue to enjoy it when I cook a good feed and the girl in my life smiles and thanks me, and eats with gusto. I will continue to moderate my boorish behaviour when women are around and save it for poker nights, for I believe women are worthy of that respect for putting up with crap from blokes for time immemorial.


And I will continue to let ladies go first when it is reasonable - and be quietly chuffed when I get a smile from a nice lady, and slightly bemused when I get a accusatory look.



Cheers.

Thursday 15 March 2007

Attack of the degree wielding experts


Hotel Charleville.

Dodgy, don't stay there.

So, I've been out at sunny Charleville for work for a few days this week.

An interesting little place, I actually had quite a good time. We went out there to have a look at how a company which we manage a chunk of funding for was spending our dough. The dough is generally for landcare type projects - conservation with real results, I suppose.

We went to the RSL with a bloke who is a roo shooter.

Got into an interesting conversation about "degree wielding experts" that come out form the city, think they're the smartest person in the room, and don't talk to the locals.

Because they're scientists, and they're economists, and they've been to uni. Therefore they must know best.

Typical yokel comment right?

The bloke's a roo shooter, for god's sake.

Of course, just like the young gunslinger that rides into town and picks a fight with the old hand, it's not real bright to start throwing your weight around when you don't know what the other blokes holding.

A roo shooter that used to be a hippy surfer with a long series of letters after his name, if he was enough of a wanker to want to do that.

Anyway, it was an interesting conversation.

In the end, it just boiled down to one thing - there are NO correct answers.

We sit in the city and carry on about global warming, when the farmers can actually see it. And it seems we have the nerve to assume they are all rednecks that just want to rape the earth.

Of course, there are more than a few of them too, rednecks I mean. But they're not all morons.

An example - an idealistic public servant tells a local sheep farmer that he must start thinking about carbon offset trading. The world is in trouble and you can't just go around denuding the land with your cloven hoofed devil spawn. You need to do something proactive.

So, says the farmer, sort of like the deal I have with a large mining company where they pay me to plant trees and not exercise my clearing licenses? The one I went and negotiated five years ago?

Ummmm, yep, just like that.

I know I'm being a bit all over the place, and I'm well aware that these types of stories are really the minority.

Most farmers aren't doing the right thing, and most will have to be dragged kicking and screaming into the new world.

The danger is lumping people into one group and treating them like children, and alienating the people that are going to be able to help fix this problem the world has created.

These landholders control most of the country, and we certainly aren't going to fix things by driving less cars in the cities.

Anyway, here are some photos from the trip.

The Warrego River from out the back of the Waltzing Matilda Motel.
And again.


The Warrego River again, but at 6 in the morning.

A place called the trucking reserve. It's a couple of thousand acres where cattle used to be rested on long trips, and it's being regenerated.

Cheers.

Tuesday 6 March 2007

Something so strong...


Dah dah, dah dah, danananana....

We decided to run up to the top of Mount Coot-tha on Sunday afternoon.

"Why?" you ask, and well you should, for there is a road that goes all the way to the top, and a car I do have.

Apart from not being very bright, I did have a good reason.

I am a bit unfit, and we are shortly to go wandering about South America, climbing up and down mountains whilst carrying packs.

It behooves one to start training a bit.

Happily, I took my camera, so we took a break at the top long enough to grab a few shots. I say long enough - in fact, as stuffed as we were, I had tons of time to take photos.

In case you are wondering, that is the Brisbane city centre in the distance there. We were going to hang around and wait until the sun went down a bit to get some better shadows, maybe some city lights....

...but we didn't. Maybe next time.

photo info :
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Hasta luego.

Trying to catch the deluge in a paper cup

So.

A request.

What do I think about the scary man from WA? Well, that narrows it down. Which one?

In truth, I really wasn’t going to bother about it.

It’s a little bit like Wolf Creek.

I heard all about it. It was going to be the scariest movie ever. Full of gore, suspense and terror.

Full of shit, more like. It was crap.

A bit like this garbage.

I realise I am a bit biased, but it really is a storm in a heart shaped teacup (these are cool, from this shop in Melbourne, BTW)

The media seems to be in a frenzy about it, so much so that I am completely confused as to whether or not anyone even cares. The media certainly does, and they would have you believe that it’s a very big deal. And, por supuesto, Howard and co want you to think that too.

But I asked a couple of people in the office about it. These are public servants, people who have time to read the news websites. Most didn’t care, and I had one ask “Burke? The guy with the gardening show? Did he go to jail?”

I have to conclude that the only people that care are the so-called elites and journalists. The politicians and the politics bloggers.

I realise what Howard is trying to do. He is using it to attack Rudd’s credibility, and it’s worked so far.

But only very slightly.

And now he’s gone too far. He should have been satisfied with a few points scored, but he’s pushed that extra bit. Sacking his minister for the sole purpose of scoring political points was a mistake.

Howard’s, and the Lib’s, problem is that he has for too long done whatever he likes, without anyone asking questions. He thinks he can carry on and people will lap it up. And the punters have certainly not given him any reason to think differently, so far.

He’s pushing too hard on this one, and people aren’t listening.

One thing worries me, though. This meeting first came out in November last year. It was a non-issue then, and suddenly becomes an issue when the Lib’s need some ammunition.

Now, even they must know it’s pretty weak, even if they’re flogging it for all it’s worth. They’ve pulled it out very early in the piece if they want it to affect Rudd’s election chances – I don’t think anyone will remember it by October.

So either they couldn’t wait any longer because waiting that long after November last year to bring it up would have looked even more stupid, or they have something really juicy that they’re saving for closer to the election.

I think that Labor’s adopting the right strategy so far. They appear quite calm about it, while the Lib’s look like a bunch of laughing hyenas.

As long as they can bring the discussion back to actual issues, they should be right.