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Words that go together, although not necessarily terribly well
Sometimes I like to pretend to be other, better people
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I am trying

Blogger keeps doing whatever retarded not-working thing it's doing, otherwise there would be a new blog entry up here by now. This comment will probably also be cast into some netherweb limbo by Blogger's unfeeling palm, but I'm willing to keep at it until one of us cracks.

Late news

Apparently the problem may be related to the expiry of the otherleg domain name. I'll sit here patiently, until it all sorts itself out, I think. And then, per Andrew's advice, I may change to using Wordpress.

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Monday, January 09, 2006

Work still busy and Blogger still acting up. Let me summarise

I’d been thinking that I could recap the multitude of events since my last blog entry one by one until I’d caught up, but of course at my usual rate of blog productivity, by the time I’ve finished that, I’ll be a couple of months behind again. Instead, I’ll cheat and summarise stuff, in no particular order of occurrence or significance:

  • Tasmania - Fi and I went to Tasmania for two weeks, including Christmas, riding motorbikes (and one car) about the twisty mountain roads with Meagan, Kath and Hector, Soozie and Brenda and her two girls. It was a lot of fun, but kind of one of those hard-work holidays that represents a good solid break from work but is not particularly relaxing. Not that we were doing it any great pace – it was more “ride for a day, sightsee for a couple of days, ride to the next place” – but I was still worn out by the end.

  • Xmas - Was celebrated in a small, well-appointed cottage on a sheep farm south of Devonport. It rained a lot and was bloody cold, but there was an activity room with a pool table and a spa and an extraordinary number of Xboxes and PlayStations, so who cares about the weather? Tragically, in the soon-to-be-traditional Christmas re-enactment of the 2002 Football World Cup, Argentina (Hector) repeatedly demolished England and Australia (me). I feel I would have stood more of a chance if the button used for aggressive tackles (or “fouls”) was not so easy to mash…

  • The boat- We took the Spirit of Tasmania III from Sydney to Devonport. It’s comfortable enough, though I would make the following recommendations. 1: No matter how resistant you think you are to seasickness, chances are that after 22 hours of a swell that varies between non-existent and interesting, you may wish you’d packed some Dramamine. 2: Stump up the extra cash for a personal cabin, as the cheap bunk arrangements are only barely more comfortable than a hammock located in the bilge tanks.

  • Back to work - Chaos, mayhem and human drama at work while I was away. Got back to discover there had been a major blow-up/falling out/resignation incident involving a key member of Project Porkpie. Apparently it became very heated and went from mild tension to serious wobbly in a very short and disorienting space of time. The outcome was very unfortunate and probably – well, possibly – avoidable. I certainly doubt that I would have contributed much to the sanity of the situation, although it’s possible it would have gone down differently if I’d been around. Given the clash of expectations and personalities involved, though, I guess I should be relieved it didn’t end up worse. I spent the first couple of days trying to get to the bottom of what happened and the next couple trying to placate sooth and otherwise reassure the skittish remnants of my team. Looks promising – I think the “shit happens” effect is starting to kick in and everyone is just getting on with things. But with one of the most inflammatory players back on deck tomorrow, there’s a chance that a few lingering problems could surface. Fun, huh?

  • Mum - Has been visiting us for the past few days. Apparently there was enough left over from Dad’s keno winning’s last year to afford to put her on a plane to Canberra for her birthday. It’s been lovely having her (well, mostly she’s stayed with Ian and Sonnie, but close enough). We had dinner on Saturday – did the full regalia, crystal and all, served our favourite five-spice duck and finally nailed the vegetable accompaniment. Success all round. We’ll catch up with her again tomorrow, when cousins Steve and Jen will be visiting, and then she’s back hom on Wednesday. Our turn to visit her next, I suspect.

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Friday, January 06, 2006


After planning to spend the day progressively filling in the past six or seven weeks in micro-blogs, Blogger seems to have stuffed that plan by completely crapping out. I've no idea when this entry will end up appearing. Sorry about that, in anticipation.

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On blogging

It’s a diverting enough exercise when there’s time to do it. For me, blogging serves a range of purposes, from straight diary-style recording of the day’s events, to capture and distribution of amusements and information, to passive and usually futile prompts for conversation on whatever topic happens to be bugging me, to uninformed and usually unwarranted complaints and/or rants railing against the iniquities of life or At least the irritant of the moment.

I sometimes forget that for several people, it’s also the only source of information on whether I am, in fact, alive. The art of regular correspondence being a dead one, as far as I’m usually concerned, the sole reassurance that many of my scattered friends and colleagues have of my ongoing corporeality is the (very occasional) reward they get for going to the effort of clicking on that Lexifabricographer link in their bookmarks.

So for the surprising number (i.e. more than one) of correspondents who enquired after my health, having noted the unprecedented lack of blogging in recent epochs, thank you kindly for your well wishes and rest assured that all is well and I am still of this mortal coil.

I am, of course, still quite lazy.

Since the end of the holidays, it has by turns been either too hot to want to bother with typing or too dramatic to spare the time for catching up. I’ll try to fill in some of the details over the course of today, so expect lots of little snippets rather than the usual mass of semi-organised information. Or amusement. Whichever.

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Sunday, November 27, 2005

Better outlook

This last week's been a pretty unhappy one (if you don't know why yet, then you don't need to know, okay?) but things are starting to turn around now.

Yesterday Jimbo and I went to Ian and Son's place for the auction of their house. Jimbo wrangled Flynn off to the pool and Norbet the deaf, thick dog was quietly removed to a less exciting location than a yard full of potential bidders. It was not quite the first auction I've been to, but it was the first when I had any interest in the outcome. Must say it was very nerve wracking at times. For a long while it looked as it the bids weren't even going to make the reserve, and then it looked as if it was just going to sit at a miserable couple of grand over that mark. But a (presumed) combination of bid craziness and approaching rain accelarated events, and in the end they got comfortably more than they had hoped for.

Not ones to waste any time, they immediately put in an offer on their preferred new house. The vendors were at the auction, and I think they may have accepted on the spot, but then perhaps they went away to think about it. Not sure about that part. I was busy making cups of tea in an effort to be of some use.

Ian and Son were over the moon, of course. They've been looking for a few months now, and all their plans have fallen into place quite nicely. The new place will be similar to the current one, but with a couple of extra rooms. Needs work, though nothing too major. But they know it's the right one, because Flynn picked out his room when they first inspected it.

Weather report

The auction wrapped up a bit hastily as the rain got closer. It hit just as we were all about to drive off. Jimbo and I headed out to the highway (the quick way home), and got a couple of hundred yards before we realised that things were getting a bit silly. First came the rain, a torrential swirling wall of water that intermittently reduced visibility to "uh oh". Then came the hail. And not just a little bit of hail either - it was if anything heavier and more impenetrable than the rainfall had been. Louder though, blattering deafeningly as it was on the pristine paintwork of our new Mazda. We picked our way home through the increasingly bizarre chaos of pounding hail, fallen trees, numerous cars sheltering under potential fallen trees, banks of hail, little white rivers threatening to cut the road and people driving inexpicably close to one another despite the obvious hazard of not being able to get a grip on the road surface (rant about the stupidity of drivers failing spectacularly rto adapt when even momentarily taken out of their comfort zone deleted).

It lasted basically the time it took us to crawl home (most of the trip at about 40 kph and with hazard lights on) and probably dumped the entire month's worth of Canberra rainfall in that time (most of it in frozen form). Some of the streets we passed were about five minutes away from flooding. Reminded me an awful lot of Townsville, especially when we passed a couple of kids in wetsuits come into the street with boogie boards.

The car seems to be fine though. The hail was fierce, but the stones were small, so perhaps there was no real hard done. I'll have a closer look when the light gets better.

Has anybody else been watching the gymnastics?

Fiona went to Melbourne on Thursday to watch the gymnastics world championships with her brother Niall. They saw the last world championships held in Australia, which were held in Brisbane in 1994. Watching gymnastics is Fi's only real concession to a nerdy hobby, which she hardly ever indulges. Thankfully, she understands that I find gymnastics a little bit entertaining, but not four-days-of-sitting-in-a-stadium-cheering-and-clapping entertaining. So I get to stay home and play on the computer (not cricket though - it's still raining, and the pitch was more than likely ruined if the hail got to it) instead.

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Thursday, November 17, 2005

Dog tired

I have singularly failed to muster the enthusiasm to blog lately, despite the emergence of several incidents/occurrences that excite me sufficiently to want to record them. Since today is not really any better –in fact I’m almost falling asleep right now – I’ll keep this short.

Cricket’s started again. I am unfit (may be a contributing factor in my ongoing lethargy crisis). On the weekend I played a very ordinary game and couldn’t really get too excited that I wasn’t doing better. I attribute this mystifying loss of obsessive interest to the ridiculous decision to make me the team captain on the basis of my willingness to organise things. Why on earth would anyone want to look to me for decisions on batting orders or field placements? Those things are impenetrable arcana to me. Sigh. We lost, of course, though not by much and probably not solely due to my uninspired leadership.

What, is the real world not good enough for you?

Lately I’ve been tinkering (for which you should read “obsessing mildly”) with a new online world game called Project Entropia, after reading about a player paying US$100,000 for the ownership rights of a virtual space station (which isn’t quite as insane as it sounds – he’ll be able to make real money off the investment).. The game has an interesting business model – it’s free to download and play, but your character starts with nothing but the clothes on his back and some extremely limited (and boring/painstaking/arduous) means of independently raising cash. The alternative is to buy in-game cash for real world money, at a rate of 10 pixie bucks for 1 American greenback. Accumulate a sufficiently large supply of pixie bucks, and one can convert them back into real world cash (for only slightly exorbitant transfer fees). It is, in theory, possible to play indefinitely without spending real money (and a number of players at least claim to have done so) but in reality the lure of being able to do the interesting stuff in the game (which requires equipment) soon overcomes the virtuous tedium of doing it the hard way. Luckily for me, I made friends with some nice people who gave me some entry-level mining gear, so I’m keeping my virtual head above water in the game through prospecting.

Yes, it’s more fun than it sounds. But probably not that much more fun.

Things I am not doing at the moment:

  • Sleeping properly
  • Fending off a variety of external problems for Project Porkpie
  • Calming down about the so-called “WorkChoice” IR laws
  • Successfully feigning disinterest in Australia’s World Cup prospects (though I am gleefully and mischievously willing to ascribe all success to date to John Safran’s curse-busting)
  • Inking that Spit cover design I drew last week
  • Learning to play piano
  • Failing to recognise the genius of Johnathon Coulton - listen to Skullcrusher Mountain. Now. I implore you.
  • Rushing out to buy a copy of The Movies, a new PC game that combines Hollywood mogul studio management antics with the production of dodgy animated features. Omigod it's like they reached right inside my head and plucked out the top item from my secret hindbrain wish list (well, after "make money from writing bad first draft novels and dubious novelty songs"! But luckily for me it's eighty bucks, and I can probably resist spending cash on yet another timesink obsession...

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Friday, November 04, 2005

Old friends

I had lunch yesterday with my old Pimlico High friend Marcus Hassall, whom I haven’t laid eyes on for at least 15 years. Well, except for the week before last, when I ran across him in the city – or rather he saw me, said “Hi Dave” in an oh-so-casual fashion, and then bemusedly watched me wander on with a muttered “Oh hi” of half-recognition. About ten steps later I worked out that this wasn’t just a face I vaguely recalled from around the office, and turned around and walked back with a very embarrassed grin on my face.

Ahem. Anyway, we sketched in a rough outline of the last 17 years over lunch. He’s been doing various legal work since he finished his degree, and now he’s with the DPP’s office. He’s getting married in February at the Carrington to a South African émigré named Kirsten. They have bought a house out in the far west of Belconnen, which they’re renovating.

There’s more details to fill in of course, but you should probably just drop by and say hello yourself.

From yesterday’s Senate Hansard

Well, I haven’t put anything remotely political in this here blog for a while now, but the following bears wider circulation.

Senator MURRAY (Western Australia) (2.56 pm)—I am unaccustomed to hearing Senator Faulkner speak so briefly. Since I have been dragged across the continent to pass the Anti-Terrorism Bill 2005, I would have felt obliged to talk on the bill anyway, just to justify the effort. I will use the occasion to make remarks on the question of our liberties, but first I will talk about this bill. Records and first-time events are always interesting. In 104 years, I think this must be the first ever special recall of the Senate just to change one word in one piece of legislation. In fact, in the grand spirit of this momentous moment, the Senate should bring this to the attention of the Guinness Book of Records. I suspect they would confirm that this is the first time in the recorded legislative history of mankind that any country anywhere has recalled its legislature specifically to change one word in one piece of legislation. But what a word! ‘The’ must be changed to ‘a’,’ the Prime Minister roared. ‘I agree,’ squeaked the opposition leader: ‘Now. Yesterday. Send helicopters!’ ‘No, calm down. Qantas will do,’ said the Prime Minister.

Qantas could not rustle up a connecting flight at short notice, so I left at 13.20 Western Standard Time on Wednesday. I had to sleep over at Melbourne airport, and I got to the Senate 16 hours later, this Thursday morning. But I would do anything if it meant changing ‘the’ to ‘a’. This, after I got home to Perth on Tuesday at midnight Eastern Standard Time after two days of Senate finance and public administration estimates committee hearings. On Wednesday morning in my Perth office I was greeted with the breathtaking news that I was called back to Canberra for a special Thursday Senate hearing to change the definite article ‘the’ to the indefinite article ‘a’. I knew then that this must be really, really serious. I knew then that the fate of the nation must be at stake. Changing that word would definitely stop any terrorist in their tracks. I could see the mullahs going out and finding Osama somewhere in his lair and saying, ‘Stop! Stop! The Senate has changed “the” to “a”!’

This definitely could not wait four days until Monday, when the Senate sitting was scheduled. These four days will make all the difference, won’t they—even though the terror alert stays unchanged, exactly where it has been for four years; even though right now we have laws that can see anyone intending a terror act grabbed, nabbed, charged and denied bail under conspiracy or individually. This bill will surely make all the difference, won’t it?

If in the next four days no-one is charged under the new law, we will know it is just politics and posturing, designed to exaggerate a public fear and to put pressure on the Labor Party and the Labor premiers—it seems to be an easy thing to do these days. It is about power and politics, that is all—same old, same old. It is not about an emergency at all. It is just another exhibition of group think. It is just another manipulation of the gullible. What is needed instead is a heavy dose of good old Aussie cynicism and disbelief. Where are all the political cartoonists and satirists when you need them? Where are the journalists prepared to shout, ‘The emperor has no clothes’?

I saw a comment the other day trying to place terror in the scale of things the government must address. Statistically, terror deaths and injuries may well rank far behind the death toll from alcohol, drugs and tobacco related consumption, from asbestos and chemical exposure, from road trauma and from suicides caused by paedophile priests and paedophile others. But the government and the public are still right to take terrorism very seriously indeed. I support them taking it seriously, and that is why I object to and resent them not taking it seriously with this display today. I object to and resent them minimising and trivialising what is a very serious matter. I support maximising our ability to respond effectively to terrorism within the boundaries of the rule of law under the principles of liberal democracy. I support us maximising our efforts to address the causes of terrorism. I support this bill too, minor as it is, even if I do find this recall four days early to deal with it a contrived and pathetic overreaction.

I am not going to attempt to address the new antiterrorism legislation today. That will, thankfully, now be better addressed by a Senate review process originally intended to be shortened to 8 November but now given an extra three weeks. When I turned to Senators Bartlett and Stott Despoja on the Senate floor that day and said, ‘Go for 28 November,’ I am glad they did and I am glad we succeeded.

What I want to say briefly is that intellectual and legal analysis of the antiterrorism legislation needs to be accompanied by the dominance of values and beliefs— of liberal democratic values and beliefs, not conservative values and beliefs, not authoritarian, antilibertarian values and beliefs. It is not strength to turn back on our legacy. It is not strength to undermine and diminish the protections we have. It is not strength to give the police powers which cannot be reviewed by the judiciary or cannot be restrained under review. It is not strength to create secret police or political police. That is weakness. Strength is standing up for our traditions, for our conventions, for all the things that the soldiers and sailors and airmen of Australia have fought for through several wars. Strength is defending our liberal democracy and its values and the rule of law.

We have marvelous police women and men but you cannot take the idiot factor out of large groups of people. There will be a minority who will abuse powers. There will be a minority who will behave in a way which will result in harm to members of the community. There will be a minority who will make mistakes. That is why you want the separation of powers. That is why you want the rule of law. That is why you want police integrity commissions. That is why you want review processes. That is why you want judicial oversight. That is why you want warrants only being granted by the judiciary and magistrates. That is why you need the protections, because there is always a minority who abuse power. Everyone in this chamber, everyone in this country, knows that there has been a royal commission into the police in just about every state of this country. Everyone knows that the majority of police men and women do a wonderful job but that a minority caused those royal commissions. Everyone knows that innocent people have been convicted because of standover tactics, mistakes and abuse. If you give people powers and you do not have the proper protections and controls over those powers, you have a problem.

What has offended and concerned people who defend the liberal democratic values on which this great country is founded is that the government is asking us to trust and give powers to people who have proven in the past that they do not warrant being given that trust and those powers. They need, for their own good as well as for ours, the protection of the rule of law and of habeas corpus. I will repeat that: of habeas corpus, which all our fathers fought for, and for the ability of people to be considered innocent until proven guilty in a court of law under our system. It is not weakness for me to stand and repeat those tenets of liberal democracy. That is strength. What is weakness is to override them and to try to confuse people that what you are about is in fact preserving the very rules that you are violating.

I want to give you an example. I am ashamed to say that it is an example from my own state. I am ashamed to say that it is from a person who was educated at my university. I am ashamed to say that it is of a person whose intellectual history, knowledge, training, education, principles and beliefs should rule otherwise. I am talking about Geoff Gallop, the Premier of WA. WA’s Terrorism (Extraordinary Powers) Bill 2005 proposes that the police commissioner can issue search warrants if a person in any jurisdiction has grounds for suspecting that a terrorist act is going to be committed. This means the police commissioner—or, if the police commissioner is unavailable, anyone down to the position of superintendent—can issue a warrant without an objective assessment of evidence simply on someone’s personal suspicions. This proposal offends the fundamental protection afforded us by the separation of powers and the independent judiciary. Only judges or magistrate should issue warrants.

There is also no provision for a review of this decision even if it is later shown that this personal suspicion was false or nonexistent. Clause 20 unambiguously says that the decision to issue such warrants cannot be:

...appealed against, reviewed, quashed, challenged, or called in question, before or by any person acting judicially or a court or tribunal on any account or by any means.

This is absolutely outrageous. This is not a fight between the Labor Party and the Liberal Party or between the crossbenchers and the other parties. This is a fight by people who support, protect and defend liberal democracy against those who are conservative and authoritarian from any party. It is absolutely outrageous.

Premier Gallop has said that this legislation is to protect WA’s unique lifestyle. Nonsense! It strikes at the very heart of what makes WA a great place. It attacks a fundamental aspect of a civil society. Such powers are typical of a police state, and we should not be making WA into one. People too easily say, ‘You can’t raise the issue of a police state in a country like Australia.’ Yes, you can, if the powers given to the police are equivalent to those powers which are characteristic of tyrannies or of police states.

I have said here before in this place that I am very much marked by my past. I do not stand here as a novice in these matters. I know what banning and detention without trial is. I know what house arrest is. I know what it is like to live in tyrannies and to talk to people who have gone through the effects of tyrannies. Those tyrannies are not tyrannies because the majority of police in those countries are bad people, but because the minority abuse things and secret police turn into political police, because political power is exercised wrongly through what should effectively be a protective and defensive body.

I am a very strong supporter of good strong laws which enable us to stamp on terrorism in this country or any other, but I am also a very strong defender of the proper protections that should be there against the abuse of power, against the innocent being locked up for days at a time, against turning a blind eye to torture or standover tactics, against the judiciary not being brought into play to watch over these matters. I am as aware as anybody else that there are a number of politicians or judges or policemen or people of any nature who are likely to be less than heroic in their ethics or values. I am as aware as anybody else that standing behind every dictator and tyrant in the world have been rank after rank of judges and lawyers. I do not put great faith in a judge or a lawyer being an automatic protection, but, when you set the judiciary and the legal system on one side and you have the police on the other, then you have the proper checks and balances. What we are in danger of doing in these debates, in defending our country from this current threat, is overturning the great wisdom and values and decency of Mr Menzies and Mr Curtin and people who, out of the Second World War, knew that great tyranny means you must defend the very basics of liberal democracy.

I am taking the opportunity today to express my concern about the underlying problem with what has been put before us. The problem for us all—the crossbench, both sides of the house, and the public—is that we all want terrorism dealt with, but the people look to us to at the same time safeguard their general rights and protections, and underpinning all this antiterror legislation is a march against our liberties, which will mean that innocent people will be in danger.

Thank goodness there are great members of the Liberal Party, great members of the Labor Party and members of the crossbenches who are prepared to work to try and ameliorate the worst effects of what is being proposed. Thank goodness the Senate will now have a period of review and reflection. I know people throughout all the houses, and they are fine people, but for goodness sake they must not just march into line. They must not just submit to group-think. They must not become forelock-tuggers. They must defend what is important to this country and to our democracy. They must prevent the Terry Lewises of the world being given the power to issue warrants to allow superintendents below them to conduct search and seizure actions. They must prevent a situation such as there is in New South Wales, where a policeman who acts wrongly cannot be brought up before his peers for proper judgment, simply because issues of terror are involved. They must prevent people being detained without trial. They must allow for public monitors and for proper videoing and recording of all interviews. They must permit visits during the detention period. They must allow immediate family members and legal representatives to be advised of what has happened, because if that does not happen it is the innocent who will be affected.

This is why most parliamentarians oppose the death penalty. Many more parliamentarians support the death penalty in their hearts than will vote for it, because they know that about a third of all people who ever get the electric chair were not guilty in the first place. Mistakes happen. You cannot take the idiot factor out of the system and you cannot take the malicious out of the system, so you have got to have the proper checks and balances and the proper safeguards. The purpose of my remarks today is to encourage those who can hear these words and who might be affected by these words to allow the intent of the terror legislation, which is to prevent and to minimise terror, to go through but to retain within the legislation the protections and safeguards which are absolutely essential in what has been a great and liberal country.

What he said.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

A lack of blogging denotes a lack of character

I know this. You don’t need to say anything.


So, Fiona’s mobile temporarily died, which seemed like the perfect excuse for us to get replacements. I’ve never had one before, and have never really missed the lack, but there’ve been a couple of times when it would have been useful to have one, so I’ve bought into the global communications conspiracy.

Not wholly, mind you. We went for basically the cheapest, most frills-free options available. It makes calls, it receives text messages, and if I forget my watch it will tell me the time. About its most useful function is freeing me up from having to find my address book when I want to call someone whose number I haven’t memorised.

Should this somehow include you, send me an email and I’ll send you my number.

Another lazy weekend

Actually, it was anything but. Had another long weekend as I work off my excess leave before I’m Deemed (a Public Service Capitalisation denoting the odd practise of just striking you off as being on leave whether you’re at work or not). Ironically, because of the short week, that means that I had to come into work on Saturday and do overtime to pull together some documents for a meeting this week.

No, there’s no reason why any of that should make sense to you. It doesn’t to me.

If you don’t play World of Warcraft much…

…then this will make even less sense to you. But it is, in fact, bloody hilarious.

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