Ideas from my mind to my fingertips to your eyes to your mind

At work today, I got to do a really interesting site visit. I've realised one of the great things about my new job is that I get to go out and about often. Apart from seeing how the stuff works, it's rooly nice just being in the outdoors.

In other news, I just had my second feature for Cosmos published online. It's about some climate change mitigation technologies. I've tried to strike a balance between detail and perspective, between humour and earnestness, between legibility and nonsense, between objectiveness and critical appraisal.

I think this article has a lot of interesting information, but it could have flowed a little better.
I certainly think that writing features is fun, and I'm curious myself as to what some topics of the future might be. I deign to openly speculate on things I may write about here:

hofstadter / ai / analogy
science of sport appreciation
futurologists
Futurama

Pain is what I feel each day
when you take my pride away
Somethin somethin is not right
and it feels so black and white

Way back when in '68
brothers didn't have it great
They fought back the civil rights


Black is black not blue or purple
Being black is like a curcle
Round and round we all go
Where we end up I don't know

btw the article is here

Return of the Mack

Remember that song? It was great, because it created the illusion of history. Who's Mack, where'd he go and why's he back?

I was watching MediaWatch on the ABC tonight and they mentioned how a story on rental price hikes was greatly exaggerated by the media. The source of the story was partly a real estate lobby group. I just can't get over how many lobby groups there are. They have money, time and a media presence. It makes me sick.

I think JR Saul made the point well. When corporations are the dominant structure - in the broad sense, so including non-profit organisations too - you just have a bunch of groups arguing for their own self-interest. Some of them may be enlightened, most aren't and it's a crappy way to run a society. Wake up, this country needs a f**kin' shake up!

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Chimpanzee Stone Age

Hmm. Nutcracker performed by monkeys. I'd pay to see that.

Me first feature article!

It's on viruses. Read it, i dare ya.

Embarrassment, thy name be Klair Sowlitch

What woebegone utterances coughed out the mouth with the grace of a splutterer devoid of the ability to hit more than 14% of her notes. I've seen her before, and she wasn't this bad then. I love you now more than ever before. Before too long, that is. That's why I'm trying to tell you this.

I care that you hear about it. If you're gonna have half a chance in the wasteland you've inherited, you'd better listen to me now boyman. Pig man, Jerry! PIG MAAAANNN!!!!

It's kinda hard to write they way to make the right persona pay
That is why attention getters
Baseball dreamers clubbed bedwetters
Fall about as though in stream
With the great divine blue beam that's glowing softly in the light produced on such a black black night as this.
It lights the way.

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Perry was going about the city, as he liked to call it, when the sun flashed out from clouds. Out shone the brutally warming sun. Shadows disappeared, light abounded and warmth was to be had when the rays caught his cheek. As he paused to feel the gently scorching sun he noticed something. A man he knew, a homeless man walked past with his down hat, flat back and cane.

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The weather was fine and the homeless man, known to Perry as Smeeghwell Tops but to others as Papa Subu'tx, calmly reminded Perry of the ransack he had planned for tonight. Perry confided that he actually had a few other things to do, but if he saw him out and about he'd wish him well and give him some wine.

You see, Perry adhered to the belief that the juice of life that is to be quenched with gusto could only be obtained in the Woodside Fruit Orchard, meaning that it's good to give people wine when you're out and about.

This was just another night in Chicado, the city at the hub of the post-apocalyptic rebirth, with 12 people.

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All my life, I have carried the aching and bruising need to

1) have brain surgery

2) burn

3) burn for you

4) confide my darkst inner fears to strangers, often embracing dogs that catch my eye. The eye may be caught under the following circumstances: use a good bait: member of opposite sex, complex pattern, dyin butterflies. When casting reel, try not to flex abs, as this can cause whiplash to passers by. Once caught, the eye fights mightily to retain her place in the sea of her socket, but with persistence, she will eventually tire and snag herself on a sea cucumber. 5) reduce waste

6) reduce my waste