A digest of the best of the blogosphere published each weekday and compiled by Ken Parish, gilmae, Gummo Trotsky, Amanda Rose, Tim Sterne, Stephen Hill and Saint.
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Ed at Nuclear Australia is probably pushing uranium up a hill, but he’d really like some nuclear power in Australia and sees an opportunity in the 2020 conference to actually talk about it.
Beju at Counteract Now notes that John Howard is still raking in the rewards of good governance.
John Quiggin ponders the Coalition’s survival prospects and merger proposals. But as the Libationals?
Andrew Bartlett examines the connections between the Murdoch press’s campaign against scrapping the Carers’ Bonus and their new one to raise the age pension. Strange that they never did any such thing when Howard was in government.
Possum Comitatus rails against David Penberthy and the dimwitted campaign against the Reserve Bank on behalf of an apparent sacred cow, Western Sydney. 11. gilmae: Aren’t we blessed in NSW? Gimp of a Premier, two newspapers devoid of content, and no Opposition party. [↩]
Derek Barry reports on Londoners’ attempts to douse the Olympic Flame before it reaches Beijing.
What does the great sociologist Max Weber have to do with Iraq? Sandy Levinson explains.
Will Wilkinson argues that happiness research isn’t completely pointless.
If you’ve been lying awake tossing and turning and wondering why psychics almost never get charged with criminal offences in the US, Ophelia Benson explains. It’s because of the Fraudulent Mediums Act 1951 .
Peter Timmins discovers that the 2020 Summit background paper on Governance Issues rather gilds the lily on the current efficacy of FOI laws in Australia.
David Tiley read the transportation report by Sir Ron Eddington and…oh look, really, just read the post, it defies summarisation.
Are women taking over medicine? Lauredhel carves up the first speaker for the proposition
John Quiggin wants to hear your ideas on how the Libational Party (formerly the Liberal and National Parties) can survive.
Tyler Cowen ponders the erotics of investing and confesses an erotic fascination with staplers.
Publius examines the roots of neoconservatism.
Andrew Frost reviews several art exhibitions including one on nudists:
Tim Moore has been embroidering naturists (nudists) for the past two years as he finds them fascinating. “I love the fact they sometimes have shoes on, or socks or a hat, I think they look like they forgot to get dressed. The thing I love most about naturists is that they call clothed folk ‘textiles'”
At Born Dancin’ the Comedy Festival ain’t over till it’s over, but it doesn’t hurt to tune into some ‘anti-comedy‘ if you have the time and the tolerance, or two pithy reviews about what comedy is not, in the nicest possible way too!
Sam at Sails of Oblivion had a bad day at the Camberwell market, not buying, not selling, but mislaying stock, this leads into general rumination along these lines, ‘I could never remember all the things I’ve forgotten’.
Director Shannon Murphy talks about My Name is Rachael Corrie opening at the Belvoir Theatre in May. ‘I believe today we go to the theatre for truthfulness. It can no longer merely serve as a medium for storytelling as movies fulfill that role in bulk every week. Audiences need to feel the urge to come to the theatre to be provided with a powerful and longer lasting means for current issues to be heard and reflected on’. The play’s premiere by the New York Theatre Workshop in 2006 was cancelled because of provoking Israel Palestinian discontent.
Spoz rants on the Queens of the Stone Age/Smashing Pumpkins gig, complete with pretty pictures.
Folk Australia on a new album by Chloe and Jason Roweth, “best things to happen to Australian folk music in the last decade.”
Darlene Taylor reviews Shane Warne:The Musical , generously giving it a bare passing grade.
Snark, strangeness and charm
Broken Left Leg disses trial by on-line media.
Mark Bahnisch resists going native. How long can he hold out?
Helen is appalled by one of those sexist, racist and totally unfunny emails that a particular species of meathead insists on sending people, while Tim Blair apparently thinks she’s a humourless feminist.