It's Anzac Day in Australia, which commemorates those who have fought in our honour.
I took this photo last June. It's of a "digger" statue in front of the Anzac Bridge in Sydney.
We're about to go out and hit the pubs to play Two Up all day.
Because that's how it's done!
Laters...
25 April 2008
23 April 2008
22 April 2008
An open letter
Dear People of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania,
It’s been a long presidential primary season. We’re all sick of it. I am, you are. Hell, my neighbours in Australia are.
You’re enduring a barrage of television ads, radio ads and automated telephone calls. People knocking on your doors and calling you to secure your vote.
In 2004, I was one of those people knocking on your doors and calling you, from my cell phone in a tiny campaign office in Lancaster, urging you to vote for John Kerry. Not enough people listened to me then (though not necessarily in Pennsylvania), and now look where we are.
I’m asking you to listen to me again.
The two Democratic candidates for president are stuck, locked in an epic battle. It hasn’t ended yet because there has been no “knockout blow”. We all know that Barack Obama is leading in whatever maths you want to use.
We all know that if Hillary Clinton doesn’t win your state by a landslide—along with the eight others remaining—she has no shot in hell of winning the nomination short of an outright coup d’état among superdelegates
But we all know that she will not back down, even if it means destroying the Democratic party in the process. This scorched-earth strategy does no one any favours, and the only thing it will ensure is that Democrats lose the un-losable election, and that John McCain becomes the 44th President of the United States.
Four more years of this bullshit.
You have a choice between hope for the future, and a backward-looking, more-of-the-same, scaremongering candidate. We already have one of those in the White House. We don’t need another.
You have the chance to end this race right now.
You have the chance to end the speculation, armchair superdelegate counting and endless punditry.
You have the chance to make sure that a Democrat wins the White House in November.
But you can only do that if you go into your polls tomorrow and vote for Barack Obama.
Let’s end this once and for all. Let’s start a new era in America, where we’re respected in the world once again, where our people have hope and optimism, where we have policies that make sense for working families.
Let’s put Barack Obama in the White House.
Sincerely,
Ed
It’s been a long presidential primary season. We’re all sick of it. I am, you are. Hell, my neighbours in Australia are.
You’re enduring a barrage of television ads, radio ads and automated telephone calls. People knocking on your doors and calling you to secure your vote.
In 2004, I was one of those people knocking on your doors and calling you, from my cell phone in a tiny campaign office in Lancaster, urging you to vote for John Kerry. Not enough people listened to me then (though not necessarily in Pennsylvania), and now look where we are.
I’m asking you to listen to me again.
The two Democratic candidates for president are stuck, locked in an epic battle. It hasn’t ended yet because there has been no “knockout blow”. We all know that Barack Obama is leading in whatever maths you want to use.
We all know that if Hillary Clinton doesn’t win your state by a landslide—along with the eight others remaining—she has no shot in hell of winning the nomination short of an outright coup d’état among superdelegates
But we all know that she will not back down, even if it means destroying the Democratic party in the process. This scorched-earth strategy does no one any favours, and the only thing it will ensure is that Democrats lose the un-losable election, and that John McCain becomes the 44th President of the United States.
Four more years of this bullshit.
You have a choice between hope for the future, and a backward-looking, more-of-the-same, scaremongering candidate. We already have one of those in the White House. We don’t need another.
You have the chance to end this race right now.
You have the chance to end the speculation, armchair superdelegate counting and endless punditry.
You have the chance to make sure that a Democrat wins the White House in November.
But you can only do that if you go into your polls tomorrow and vote for Barack Obama.
Let’s end this once and for all. Let’s start a new era in America, where we’re respected in the world once again, where our people have hope and optimism, where we have policies that make sense for working families.
Let’s put Barack Obama in the White House.
Sincerely,
Ed
21 April 2008
Rainy Monday blues
As if we didn’t get enough rain over the summer, it continues to pound down on our fair city. Yesterday was shit; there was really nothing to do because the weather was so crap. Phil and Michael and I went to eat dim sum, but that was about it. I was one of those sit-around-the-house-and-do-nothing days. Which are kind of nice.
Our wifi isn’t working—something to do with—you know what, never mind, it’s a long story and I can’t be bothered to type it—so we have a bit of an “internet café” set up in our living room, which we recently remodelled. Well, rearranged and tidied up. But we have to plug in physically, so there we all sit, each on his own laptop, doing his own thing.
I had my external hard drive out there, too, the one I store all my photos on, as well as movies and TV shows I’ve downloaded, not to mention the complete backup file for my laptop. I dropped it off the coffee table, and now it doesn’t work. Luckily, there’s a data recovery place near my office, so I’m hoping they can fix it.
Of course, it’ll probably cost me a couple hundred bucks, which sucks because that’s money I could be saving for my vacation.
The worst thing is, I only have myself to blame, so I’m mad at myself. It’s not a “stupid Windows” or “stupid Vista” thing, which would be more palatable—at least there’d be a bad guy other than me.
Oh well.
Just now, on my way up to the office in the elevator, there was a guy, mid-30s probably, of Indian descent, who had his iPod on quite loudly, enough that everyone in the lift could hear what he was listening to. It was “Groovy Kind of Love” by Phil Collins.
I’m not sure what to make of that.
Our wifi isn’t working—something to do with—you know what, never mind, it’s a long story and I can’t be bothered to type it—so we have a bit of an “internet café” set up in our living room, which we recently remodelled. Well, rearranged and tidied up. But we have to plug in physically, so there we all sit, each on his own laptop, doing his own thing.
I had my external hard drive out there, too, the one I store all my photos on, as well as movies and TV shows I’ve downloaded, not to mention the complete backup file for my laptop. I dropped it off the coffee table, and now it doesn’t work. Luckily, there’s a data recovery place near my office, so I’m hoping they can fix it.
Of course, it’ll probably cost me a couple hundred bucks, which sucks because that’s money I could be saving for my vacation.
The worst thing is, I only have myself to blame, so I’m mad at myself. It’s not a “stupid Windows” or “stupid Vista” thing, which would be more palatable—at least there’d be a bad guy other than me.
Oh well.
Just now, on my way up to the office in the elevator, there was a guy, mid-30s probably, of Indian descent, who had his iPod on quite loudly, enough that everyone in the lift could hear what he was listening to. It was “Groovy Kind of Love” by Phil Collins.
I’m not sure what to make of that.
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