Thursday, 11 October 2018

TRUE TIME SAGA Today I have achieved the hitherto impossible and reset the time on my Casio G Shock watch to daylight saving time. This only took 3 hours of effort...last time it took about 40 hours of failed effort. I have a long history with the watch, buying it at Melbourne Airport a few years ago, en route home to Cairns, reading the 40 pages of instructions, and setting it up. Then, when we moved to Victoria, and when daylight saving came along, I couldn't change the hands by one hour no matter how many hours I spent trying. I took it to 2 watch shops and they couldn't do it either, so I posted it back to Japan, to Mr Cashio, who owns Casio, saying 'look, I don't want this watch anymore. I dont want a refund. I just am sick of it. Please think about what you make." Anyway, a nice letter from Casio Japan, and the time adjusted watch came back to me, with the usual 40 page booklet...so I have persisted with the watch. Last night, tooling around with it for a few hours, brought the watch up to current local time, although it is now 5 minutes fast and has 3 alarms that I have no control over....but that's good. That's fine. I can live with that. I can live 5 minutes into the future.


I think there is benefit in the notion of immigrants being required to live in provincial areas of Australia for, say, 5 years, as a condition of their journey to citizenship. What has to come with it is major infrastructure programs to develop the provinces at the same time. This would work. Take, for example, Tasmania, a big island with hardly anyone on it, and those who are there are giants, have two heads, and with a skill set that can only cut down trees...this would be a grand place to re-develop and make actually sustainable with migration and big money for infrastructure. This would work. A multi-cultural Tasmania. Give it ten years with a big focus on social and structural development, and they'd have a higher living standard and more diversity than anyone or anywhere else in the country. They may even choose to secede...and that, all in all, would be a good thing for Tasmanians.


Nauru: The concern I have with the Australian Government, and with particular luminaries like Scott Morrison and Peter, the bald guy, Dutton, is that they are proud of their achievement in locking up genuine refugees on remote off shore islands around Australia because this deliberate cruelty is a solution to the problem. We pay these Ministers a lot of money to be fairly bright and to work things out, generally, without cruelty as the best way forward for the country, and yet they remain proud of their policy of cruelty rather than having another notion about how to do things properly, legally, and compassionately. These are not bright nor hard working nor hard thinking politicians. These are cruel and racist men. These are little men and they make us a little and cruel people. The refugees, going crazy for years on these remote islands, deserve normal lives, as do we. The weak link in the paradigm is our government of little and proud racist men. We deserve better governance.


Sunday, 7 October 2018

I know swearing is harsh, and I often don't like it at all, but at the same time, it can be meaningful or very funny...context and timing are most critical. Swearing and a comedic theme can go well together. Comedy is funny because it breaks some social law in some way. A man slips on a banana whereas he should have just been walking...pretty much all comedy is like that...something that shouldn't happen...happens. So I think pretty well all comedy comes about as some sort of insult to what is normal or acceptable or appropriate, whatever 'appropriate' means. I taught my children as best i could that swearing was for a few reasons: Either to indicate significant pain, shock, indignation or betrayal. Swearing in these contexts was a very good thing to do. Or, swearing was a way to improve comedy delivery. The Australian vernacular is rich with possibilities in this manner. The traditional saying 'every man and his dog were there' still, to me, is far more entertaining and meaningful when one says 'Every cunt and his dog were there'.It means the same thing, yet is just more fun and colourful to say. We should teach our children well. Imagine, if when reading the bible, instead of Pilate dismissing his wife's concern about having a threatening dream of Jesus the night before, instead of just dismissing her concerns, he had said "look, Cheryl, I acknowledge that you've had a bad dream, but, I just got home...just let me relax a bit. I received a bad scroll from Rome, the city is running out of wheat, and I've been dealing with the Jews all day...I've had a cunt of a day."