In RendezView today, Victoria Hannaford wrote an article today listing six reasons why Waleed Aly should not win the Gold Logie. I tend to disagree. Here’s a response to each of her arguments.
Every year, it gets a little harder to be a smoker. Successive governments have ratcheted pack prices further upwards – another hike is on the way if Bill Shorten is elected, and the Coalition may follow the same path.
The way things are going, future treasurers and finance ministers will indulge in a decadent puff on a cigarette instead of a cigar before handing down a federal budget.Read More »If our homes are our castles, can we smoke them up?
I’ve always been a procrastinator. I’ve been meaning to write about this problem for a while, but never quite got around to it. And then, out of the blue, Daily Life suggested it – presumably after several years’ experience with my work habits.
And yes, it’s true – my approach to any task is to work out how late before the deadline I have to start, and then start considerably later.
At uni, I got to the point where my standard approach to any essay was to start the night before – even the 6000-word ones. As the years passed, I began them later and later, until I wasn’t starting until dawn on the due date.
From the outset, let me be clear – this is a really bad idea.Read More »The piece on procrastination I’ve always meant to write
In the future, Andy Warhol said, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes. In Australia’s future, everyone will be prime minister for 15 minutes, before being brutally rolled.
We’ve had five prime minsters since John Howard powerwalked away after 11 years, and not one has served a full term. Our political system’s become as volatile as Kanye West on Twitter.
Voters are realising they rejected Labor’s musical chairs only to sign up for the Coalition version. Polls recently hit fifty-fifty and the PM is running against both the Opposition leader and his predecessor, who’s been dubbed “Tony Rudd“.Read More »Is it too hard to be prime minister in 2016?
Any guest invited to dine with me is in for a treat. Maybe I’ll serve perfect xiao long bao (soup dumplings) as delicate and succulent as you can get in Shanghai. Perhaps a perfect pizza with a crust doughy enough to make a Neapolitan weep. Or maybe a perfect dal with a side of naan that’s still warm from the oven?
There’s only one catch. When you inevitably pass your compliments to the chef, I’ll have to add my own. Because if I’m responsible for the catering, anyone dining chez moi is likely to be eating takeaway.
Only the very best takeaway, mind you. Gourmet food cooked by recognised experts in a range of world cuisines. But certainly stuff I haven’t cooked myself.Read More »I outsourced my cooking
Australians have grown lazy about studying languages while our own has spread inexorably across the world, but we should make it a national priority.
I’m regularly astonished by the multilingual skills of my Indian relatives. Their first language is Tamil, but they were educated in English, and switch between the languages constantly when they talk among themselves, sometimes forgetting that I can’t understand the Tamil bits because the mix comes so naturally to them. (Either they forget, or are joking about me – I’m not quite sure…)
They also speak Hindi because it’s the national language, and some Sanskrit, too, because it’s the language of the Hindu scriptures.Read More »Forget mind-altering drugs – learn a language
Some things are worth waiting for. This week, Barack Obama became the first US president to visit Cuba in 88 years. Scientists saw the shockwave from a supernova for the very first time. And SBS announced plans to host an Asia-Pacific version of Eurovision.
I called for this in the pages of the Sydney Morning Herald way back in 2003, and obviously my wise counsel set the ball rolling, albeit extremely slowly.
And yes, I am taking credit for this; and no, I don’t care how many other people suggested it, nor how incredibly obvious it might seem.Read More »How I invented the Asiavision Song Contest
This is the decade of mindfulness. The practice, which derives from meditation, is being credited with all kinds of benefits – helping with depression and stress, pain management and even physical fitness. It’s apparently the mental equivalent of going for gelato.
So what precisely is mindfulness? Hmm, or perhaps, omm. It’s not easy to pin down.
Wikipedia defines it as “intentionally bringing one’s attention to the internal and external experiences occurring in the present moment”, which is roughly as clear as mudfulness.Read More »Putting the ‘mine’ in mindfulness
Unless you’re an impossibly wealthy plutocrat, or a smug baby boomer who bought in the 90s (much the same thing), browsing a real estate website is incredibly depressing. It’s like listening to Adele while watching this video of a sad kitten and peeling onions into the shape of Nicholas Sparks.
Until the bubble bursts – which may never happen – huge numbers of Australians below the age of 40 will struggle to buy their own place. For many of us, a house with a backyard, or even an apartment with enough rooms for a couple of kids, is out of reach unless we go to regional areas or live on the outskirts of major cities.Read More »We should share housing for longer
“Help the aged”, Jarvis Cocker sings in the Pulp song of the same name. “One time they were just like you.”
His examples of those similarities in the next lyric aren’t necessarily great – “drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue” – but it’s a sweet sentiment nevertheless.
The rest of the first verse is “Help the aged, don’t just put them in a home, can’t have much fun in there all on their own.” And that’s the part I’ve always wondered about.Read More »Forget aged care. This is awesome care.