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Whacking Permalink Archive 27-1-03 I can't recommend
this essay
highly enough.
Fritz Pettyjohn of California writes in.....
Well said Fritz :) Stephen Dawson has
two excellent posts up at the Oz libertarian site: "What's
an Iraqi War got to do with libertarianism?" and "United
Nations support of the war? Why?". It was eventful. Went up on the train on Saturday morning. Spent the rest of the day at The Big Day Out. My verdict? Kraftwerk - of all people - blew everyone to the weeds. The Deftones were good but suffered a muddy sound mix. The Vines started great but became repetitive awful quick. This was a problem with pretty much all the three-chord semi-punk acts: they all sounded the bloody same. PJ Harvey and her guitar made a louder, nastier impact then all the lame-ass male rock acts put together. Were it not for Kraftwerk, she would have been the highlight of the show. Crashed for the night on Tim Blair's couch. He and his (much) better half were kindly providing accommodations despite being busy with housemoving. James Morrow was there too, having joined us for a late-night vino-n-pizza session. I had two bottles of Lambrusco by myself, which was a bad idea. Woke up Sunday with a brutal hangover. Made it to Darling Harbour an hour late to have lunch with Sydney bloggers Paul Wright, Jason Soon, Zem and Jack Strocchi. A fine bunch of gents. Unbeknownst to me, the reason I was an hour late was I'd been looking at the wrong clock in Blair's house, which was an hour slow. Of course, a) I didn't have my own watch, b) didn't bother to ask that it was displaying the right time. Oh, and of course I thought our train was leaving Sydney at 6.45pm and not 6.15pm. Despite some heroic 'emergency commuting' by Mr. Blair, we missed the train by minutes. Fortunately, we were
able to grab the last bus service out of Sydney, which of course blew
a tyre on the way home. We got home at 1am instead of 10.20pm. Oh well.
It was still a fun weekend.
Loudmouth race huckster Oracene Price - mother of Australian tennis open winner Serena Williams - reckons Australians are all racist after her daughter got booed during the final.
Zzzzzzzz........ Africa's most politically-correct
murderous psycho is taking
action against the weather. He might find this a little tougher than
starving people. |
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