Joining the dots

Blogging and coughing and postponing starting the day’s renovations. I see from a comment by Tex that he’s from Darwin. He probably won’t thank me for this, but the penny’s finally dropped. Tex is the brother of Mark Textor, senior federal Liberal Party pollster and John Howard’s guru/architect of wedge politics strategies.

It’s a small world really. Mark is married to Davida Walker, a good friend of ours when she lived in Darwin. In fact her son Lindsay was Rebecca’s very best friend when they were small children. Lindsay was Davida’s child by her then long-time partner John Stirk, a lawyer colleague who now runs a firm in Alice Springs. When Jenny and I first arrived in Darwin at the end of 1982, John and Davida found us our first accommodation, in a granny flat under the house of their next door neighbours Russell and Mary Gluck. And that’s a story in itself.
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Words fell

Ken‘s hit the deck, so we need some filler “¦ a perfect excuse to blog about the new Lucinda Williams CD World Without Tears.

Country blues fans who love melancholy (i.e. all) have got another large meal here, courtesy of the professor’s daughter from beyond Nashville. The critics are going nuts, and she’s bound to make it three emmys in a row.

The CD’s actually much too big for snap judgements, but Lucinda is clearly drawing on a deep well, and still has a lot to say. An early favourite, that just cooks, got me wondering who this might be about:

I climbed all the way inside
Your tragedy
I got behind
The majesty
Of the different shapes
In every note
The endless tapes
Of every word you wrote
With real live bleeding fingers
And broken guitar strings

People like Lucinda Williams make me feel for all the good folks who are actually in the US. Gees, it’s bad enough here, but to hear Lucinda sing “American Dream” is to break your heart. The fading chorus goes like this:

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

And, well, you just wouldn’t believe it, but the last number supplies a blog vision statement, finishing up:

In the silence of the roses
Words Fell
Words Fell
Words Fell

Solutions not rhetoric

Contrary to Geoff Honnor’s opinion, I have little respect for Dodson and I think that many of the endemic problems that beset ATSIC, are at least partly the fault of Dodson in his previous incarnation. His recent address is the same old same old; long on rhetoric, short on solutions.

Back in the early 90′s when I worked for AusIndustry, I wrote a paper of over 4000 words on my assessment of the reasons why indigenous enterprise development has not been successful. I circulated the paper widely throughout the NT government departments responsible for enterprise development and made a submission to the Senate Standing Sub Committee, but as has been the case with anything remotely suggesting practical solutions, it has disappeared into the abyss. Amongst other things I suggested that another legal entity, in addition to the incorporated association, be created to receive and account for enterprise development funding.
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Crook as Rookwood

Raging flu … bad back … aching all over … God I feel crook … renovation frenzy … must finish this weekend … God I feel crook … no energy for blogging … co-bloggers hold the fort … over and out!

the business of health II

It seems the Teachers Union Health Fund has got itself in a spot of bother with government regulators over some of the financial deals the TUH board has done using members funds. In an article by Colleen Ryan as a sidebar to a feature on health funds in the AFR 13/6/03 (available online to those who have paid), she details how millions of dollars of members funds have been written off as provisions for losses.

The comparisons to Credit Union governance issues of the 1970′s are amazing. The WA Teachers Credit Union imploded over questionable investment practices during the WA INC era. It seems that health funds are a considerable distance down the same path. Here you have a bunch of amateurs (teachers in this case) ‘investing’ in some deals that Bond and Scase would have considered speculative.
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be afraid, be very afraid.

When David Morgan suggests (AFR 12/6/03) “…accelerating the phased increase in the preservation age for superannuation from 55 to 60…..” those of you currently aged less than 50 who are anticipating (semi)retirement at 55, should be re-assessing your plans. It’s most unlikely you’ll be able to access your super until you are at least 60, even then I suspect you won’t be able to take it as a lump sum.

With the demographics of employment fixed into an unalterable decrease in the number of workers, resulting in the inevitable decrease in income taxes; and the dominance of the ‘baby boomers’ who will not countenance any restrictions in health care, where will future governments find extra taxes ? From superannuation that’s where ! If you think that legislation governing super has altered a great deal in the last 10 years, you ain’t seen nothing yet!

UPDATE: to Down on the Farm.
Where it isn’t your main job, a business that can’t satisfy the commercial business rules can defer losses to a future date when one of the tests is passed. A detailed explanation of the non-commercial business losses rules, and the four tests and two special circumstance entitlements, is given in a tax ruling, TR 2001/14.

Meanwhile, down at the world cup

Taking outright advantage of my new-found co-blogger status, let me deliver Pub Lecture 101 on our team.

First, get rid of Latham. The guy has at least one brain spasm per match, and can only kick off his left foot. Burky’s the goods.

Second, send Sailor to the bench, as an impact run-on. He can’t kick at all, he’s doubtful in defence, and he carries the ball in the wrong arm for a right-wing. Fine, he’s a draw-card cos he’s a powerful runner … put him on the bench for Tugiri, who’s showing all the skills.

Third, find a spot for Rogers, a fine footballer by any measure. Throw him into the inside-centre spot; groom him as Bernie Larkham’s stand-in in case of disaster (never forget Ken Catchpole …!). Steve Kefu can hold on till we’ve sorted this out, and Flatley is never gonna make it.

Finally, give Coach Jones a boot up the backside. What happened to the ‘taking the team to a new level’ rhetoric? Give us back the old level, and fast, please. Which reminds me of how to solve the GG problem … just appoint Coach McQueen .. to unanimous applause.

UPDATE: Flats has beeen dumped … and Rogers is set to run-on as inside-centre. Let’s give Coach Jones another boot up the bum … it works.