Source of pictures redirected to the Chariot gallery, hopefully all can now view them 😉
It is said that a picture paints a thousand words, I’ll let these two describe the competency of the morons in charge at one of our municipal departments.
I’m actually at a loss to explain this next one Continue reading “Woodperker Street”
The real problem is not whether machines think but whether men do.
B. F. Skinner
In the light of the Government’s apparent enthusiasm for greater democracy, allow me to recommend a couple of websites that will enable you to keep close tabs on what your MP is up to on your behalf. Checking MP’s voting records can be interesting, and could perhaps provide you with some questions to fire at him/her during the next election campaign.
http://www.theyworkforyou.com/mps
http://www.publicwhip.org.uk/index.php
Bookmark them for 2011, and keep tabs on your ‘representatives’.
So the Archbishop of Canterbury would like everyone to read the King James Bible “in order to get the Big Picture”.
If he were encouraging everyone to read the Bible (version not specified), I would be in wholehearted agreement. But why the King James Bible? It’s true that the translation commissioned by James I of England 400 years ago has been enormously influential over British culture. And any book that is still being read 400 years after its first publication must have something going for it. The problem is that it is, well, 400 years old. And although it still has a vociferous fan club in the higher strata of the Church of England, the rest of the church (not to mention the other denominations) has moved on – and for good reason. For one thing, although the translation was the best that could be done at the time, many more (and older) New Testament manuscripts have been discovered since – so the modern Bible versions are much closer to what was originally written. (Admittedly, there haven’t been very many changes; and the vast majority are trivial)
More importantly, Continue reading “Reading the Bible”
The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for a first mate, she couldn’t sail but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they said, “Come down,” I threw up
Ooh… Growin’ up
Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen
At festive and New Year time it is customary to visit relations with the odd neighbour thrown in for good measure. In our family from one day to the next you can find yourself antipodean/Question of Sportian either home or away. It’s never bothered me one way or another as we’re all one big happy family. Playing host or guest doesn’t matter as the venue may change, the friendliness stays the same. Continue reading “Growin’ Up”
U2
One name of each of these people begins with ‘Y’
Mission Complete – Thanks Everyone!
When a team fails, the coach is for the chop! It’s tradition. Between them, these two gentlemen are the primary cause of the decline in Australian cricket. Sure, Punter and Pup have done their bit to guarantee defeat, but who decided Hauritz wouldn’t play – who kept Cameron White out of the side – sacked Andrew Symonds and ensured that Shane Warne would retire last year?
That’s right – these two crims! Find ’em a quiet spot in the top paddock, and forget ’em! 👿
One of our journalists headed his article on young Usman’s elevation to the peerage with the remark “First Muslim to represent Australia”.
He received blunt answers from all but one of the on-line commentators, which were all along the lines of “He’s an Aussie, he plays good cricket, who cares about his religion?” They went on to observe that journos don’t mention the faith of other team members, so why should they try and make an issue out of Usman’s? It’s a non-event.
Usman himself didn’t see it in religious terms either; he plays guitar (whoops, the Imams will have a fit), plays Playstation (likewise), and doesn’t interrupt his innings to bang his head on the pitch at regular intervals. He is a non-drinker of alcoholic beverages, but as Katich (his NSW captain) points out, that means he can act as taxi-driver when he joins the lads to go out for a night on the town. Which he does.
The journo’s efforts to stir up trouble rather backfired. Good!
Oh, the one dissenter? He observed that religion must be important, because with the weird selection policy operated by current State boards it was practically impossible for any promising new youngsters to be selected unless they fitted some arcane profile which had little to do with their proficiency at cricket! Oh, parochial politics in sport – beats religious bias every time! 😀
An area larger than Germany and France together is flooded. 22 cities and innumerable small towns across Queensland are inundated. Thousands have been evacuated to rescue centres, thousands have lost everything – the cost to the Australian economy has already been estimated to exceed $6 billion.
Yet where are the offers of help from the USA and Britain? There are none. No rescue helicopters, no food drops, no financial support. Nothing, nada, zilch; just a deafening silence. Special relationships? Don’t make me laugh.
Where are the generous aid packages from Pakistan, India, Indonesia, China? There are none; not a brass razoo.
Australia will as always quietly get on with the job, on its own.
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