Archive for January, 2009

Invasion Day

January 26, 2009

On January 1, 1901, Australia as we currently know it was born. Our constitution – passed as an act of British Parliament in 1900 – took effect. It is a day of profound national significance. Prior to this, this “nation” was a collection of six more or less independent British colonies and a decimated indigenous population. Those colonies were directly answerable to the old empire, with no national representative mechanism in between.

January 26, 1788 heralded the arrival of British settlers – though there was a profound difference between their arrival and previous visits to this land by the Dutch and others. On this occasion, the nation was invaded, and British sovereignty was declared over the eastern side of Australia.

Self-governing, sovereign nations with tens of thousands of years of history were overrun, and their rights to the land they lived on were dismissed. This was the beginning of a policy of Terra Nullius – “land belonging to no one”.

Yet January 26th continues to be celebrated as the birth of our nation. People gather to drink, watch fireworks and ignore the genocide of entire nations of people.

And to wave flags. Oh my, the flags. Paul Armstrong’s parting gift to the people of Western Australia – a display of “nationalism” to complement the thongs and “fuck off, we’re full” stickers. Is there any point even mentioning the irony of an Anglo-European displaying that message on invasion day…?

Driving around with flags stuck to your car does not mean you love this country any more than a photo on a mantelpiece means that you love your family. (It does mean that you’re likely to injure a motorcyclist behind you when it comes flying off though.) Do something with that passion! Make the place better. Take care of the wounds this nation is crippled by. Don’t just take (blind) pride – take responsibility and ownership!

Newly announced Australian of the year Mick Dodson has added his voice to a rising chorus denouncing the appropriateness of January 26th as a national day – a date that haunts indigenous Australians, despite efforts to re-appropriate it as a celebration of the continued survival of the worlds oldest culture.

Kevin Rudd has replied with an outright dismissal of the idea of change, tarnishing his image as a Prime Minister truly committed to reconciliation.

Yet, even ignoring the obvious rift-healing benefits of such a dialogue, there are several other days more suitable to a celebration of Australia. January 1st is similar in concept to the USA’s Independence Day.

On May 27, 1967, the referendum granting equal rights to Indigenous Australians was conducted. This date is a small step closer to New Zealand’s Waitangi Day – a signing of a document that recognised New Zealand’s existence and enshrined the rights of the Maori people into national law. (The signing of the treaty was not commemorated until 1934. Prior to that, celebrations of New Zealand’s founding as a colony occurred on 29 January, the date William Hobson arrived in the Bay of Islands – the perfect example of shifting the celebrations of a nation to include everyone).

On February 13, 2008, Kevin Rudd took a hugely important step towards such a treaty by delivering his apology to Indigenous Australia. This date should be celebrated annually.

So here’s my “Australia Day” wish: A Republic of Australia, enacted by an improved constitution that brings everyone together – particularly those that have lived on this land for millennia – brought into effect on a date with no painful or divisive connotations. A unification and a renewed commitment to fulfilling the potential and promise of this country. A national identity that – acknowledging our rich, tumultuous history – gives reason for genuine, understated pride, and optimism for an inclusive, flourishing future.

If you’re plagued by shaped internet (like me) and can’t stream the Hottest 100 (like me), read these fine posts about Straya Day instead:

Hoyden About Town

Radical Radish

De Minimis Ago Curat

Andrew Bartlett

Over(it)reaction?

January 24, 2009

I’m guilty of reading too much into Facebook.

Trying to interpret what various snippets of information posted on people’s pages might mean – after all, it is all about ME…

I self-induce serious paranoia, playing on my particular blend of narcissism and insecurity.

But I don’t even come close to having a real problem…

LONDON (AFP) – A British man who murdered his wife after becoming enraged when she changed her relationship status on Facebook to “single” was jailed for at least 18 years late Thursday.

Edward Richardson, 41, stabbed wife Sarah, 26, to death in a “frenzied and brutal” attack at her parents’ home in Biddulph, central England, last May after she altered her profile on the Internet social networking site.

The couple had been living apart since the previous month, said Fiona Cortese, a spokeswoman for the Crown Prosecution Service, which is responsible for prosecuting cases in England and Wales.

“Richardson became enraged when Sarah changed her marital status on Facebook to single and decided to go and see her as she was not responding to his (text) messages,” Cortese said.

“He gained entry by breaking the front door window and made his way into the property.

“Once inside, he found Sarah in her bedroom and subjected her to a frenzied and brutal attack with a knife and then attempted to take his own life.”

Sarah Richardson’s parents Beryl and Alan Boote said they were left “devastated” by her murder after the verdict at Stafford Crown Court, central England.

“We hope that Richardson will be an old man before he’s ever allowed out of prison,” they said.

Detective Inspector Andy Wall, who worked on the case, added: “She had decided that her marriage to Edward Richardson was over but this was clearly something he could not accept.”

via AFP

It makes being de-friended (even being de-friended for 10% of a hamburger) seem almost insignificant…

Almost. But as I said; it is all about me.

Yes We Can?

January 21, 2009

Last night, after a glorious Nick Cave evening, I had the pleasure of participating in Hoyden About Town’s liveblog of President Barack Obama’s inauguration.

It was a fascinating process to observe. Such contrast between the blatant hypocrisy of Pastor Rick Warren’s opening prayer, to the joyous calls for unity in Reverend Jospeh Lowery’s benediction.

Women and racial diversity featured prominently – Warren and Vice President Joe Biden were the only old white guys.

Aretha Franklin sang. Yo-Yo Ma played. More than once it reminded sad political junkies like me of an episode of The West Wing. A really good episode.

Lowery’s speech was my favourite.

After the president had been sworn in, Reverend Lowery ended his benediction with a rhyme and a call and response:

“We ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back,

When brown can stick around…”

The crowd laughed, and was clearly in the spirit of the occasion.

“When yellow will be mellow,

When the red man can get ahead, man;

and when white will embrace what is right.

That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen.”

The crowd – hundreds of thousands there, and doubtless millions more around he world – shouted, “Amen!”

But the day belonged, of course, to the man himself. Preaching an awareness of the world at large, and speaking of humility and remaking of America, it was magnificent in content and magnificent in delivery.

Here is the speech in full:

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land – a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America – they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted – for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things – some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions – that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act – not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost.

We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions – who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them – that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works – whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end.

And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account – to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day – because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control – and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.

The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart – not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake.

And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort – even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologise for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus – and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West – know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment – a moment that will define a generation – it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends – hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism – these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility – a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence – the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed – why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world…that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet it.”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

We can but hope. Countless eyes will be watching. Expectations are immeasurably, unattainably high. But watching Bush, and a wheelchair-bound Cheney, leaving at long last gives hope. The devastation ends. The rebuilding begins.

Time and fate have dealt these tasks to President Barack Hussein Obama.

Change we can believe in? America as a whole has to believe it if they hope to achieve it.

Yes they can.

Proposition Ate

January 16, 2009

I’ve been doing some work with Google Maps the last few days – one of the most useful features is the ease with which you can incorporate data from another source.

A fine example is this map here.

Proposition 8 changed the California state constitution to restrict the definition of marriage to opposite-sex couples and eliminated same-sex couples‘ right to marry. Millions of dollars were spent on both sides – funds coming from all across the United States.

Financial disclosure laws dictate that such donations are on the public record, but I find the amalgamation of the information into a map a little, er, incendiary.

I am all for calling people who actively funded the exclusion of a right for one particular section of the community redneck, fascist, atavistic, neo-conservative, bible-clutching fuckwits. I just don’t like the precedence of having the addresses on a map.

OK, I’m fine with their addresses being on a map, but it paves the way for opponents to do the same thing – unfortunately a few of the yearning-for-the-days-back-when-we-could-burn-fags-at-the-stake imbeciles can use a computer. (How come these arseholes aren’t picketing barbers [Leviticus 19:27] or better yet, Monsanto or Bayer [Leviticus 19:19]…?)

Couple addresses with the sort of provocative vitriol being spouted by the nastier elements on both sides of this debate – or any other – then we’ll see people attacked as they come and go from their homes, attacked just for what they think.

Freedom of speech is essential, as is political accountability, but when that speech actively incites violence, in a sense it ceases to be “free speech”, because it aims to oppress the freedoms of others.

Doesn’t something like this map makes that a little too easy?

And isn’t online campaigning at it’s best when it’s just fucking hilarious?

Dilemma

January 9, 2009

I just arrived home from a nice, casual breakfast, at my second favourite local establishment.

My favourite is off-limits, because the ex works there. (How long is appropriate before someone becomes “the ex”? 10 minutes? 15? 3 weeks? Well, it’s been about two months.)

We went there first, and quietly crawled away again after espionage senator, armed with a trilby and dark sunglasses, did some reconnaissance.

I’m pretty sure she doesn’t read this, so I can write with impunity.

It’s at least partly out of compassion that I don’t go there – people shouldn’t have to feel that level of discomfort from customers in their workplace – that’s what sexually-harrassing bosses are for.

I even declined an invitation from a ridiculously attractive woman to have breakfast there this weekend. (Though the idea of arriving mid-morning with bed-hair and a tired but satisfied expression is cruelly tempting.)

Of course, the only thing worse than upsetting the ex would be not upsetting her at all. This is something she has a tendency to appear to do, as anyone unfortunate enough to suffer through my whines about said issue knows. I think her colleagues there were never told of our relationship in the first place.

“Who…? Oh, I think I know who you mean…”

So yes, self preservation is the main reason – I’m not quite ready/mature enough to segue into superficiality yet.

“Oh, I’m really well thanks…”

I digress. I need to reclaim my favourite cafĂ©. They’re right near my house, they’re free-trade and organic, and the food – when it’s not seasoned with subterfuge and heartbreak – is delicious.

So, do I;

a) seduce her gay boss and make her feel so uncomfortable that she quits?

b) frame her for theft so she gets fired?

c) trigger some kind of emotional outburst so she gets fired?

d) encourage a mass boycott so that her position there becomes untenable so she gets fired?

e) burn the place down so that she has no job, and if I can’t eat there – well then nobody can?

f) grow the fuck up and just deal with it?

I knew you were going to say that.

Bastards.