Ethan Switch - Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - 19:57:22
Swirling around the cesspool of international relations, there was nothing beyond the face at the close of ceremonies. Judges decisions were final and all bets fell on solid ground. Any outstanding matters left lying on the court would be rendered null and void. Another day is passed as another crown jumps from one to another.
The representative from Australia, Michelle Guy, was taken out in the early stages of the Miss Universe selection. An effect so flint and quick yet able to take some of media brunt off of the ever spiraling state of Schapelle Corby and the ever escalating vocal warbles of supports and family members.
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Ethan Switch - Friday, May 27, 2005 - 20:38:36
Following on from the Indonesian courts, as they handed down the twenty year sentencing to Schapelle Corby, the nation enters a state of mourning as they find themselves at a loss for drugs to talk about. At least until the nation remembers of the failed cricket side, the Bali IX. A side two short of a full eleven and still without a 12th man. Certainly not strong enough to compete against the Prime Minister's XI.
Convicted on the charge of smuggling drugs into Indonesia, with the aid of a boogie board no less, the result united both the prosecution and the defence. Both sides crying out at the injustice served. Too lenient say the prosecution. Too harsh say the defence. Proffered by and to no one, a light headed relieving sample of the marijuana at the centre of the trial.
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Ethan Switch - Thursday, May 26, 2005 - 19:37:18
Vats of lard fill to the brim with Prime Minister John Howard's disregard. Aborigines still see the blank void of an apology from the Australian government on National Sorry Day. Wrenched through iron lungs of copper teeth.
Taking a shine to its eyes, the aims of another national non public holiday have been writ large under the overwhelming insignificance of the true meaning being the healing of a nation.
Read the rest of Awaken to another day of defeat and feel sorry for yourself
Ethan Switch - Tuesday, May 24, 2005 - 20:07:44
Stamped across envelopes and all sorts of immigration papers, the words Return To Sender whistle in a most Elvis Presley like reverence toward postal items. Such is the current climate in Australian migrant policy as they see a trio of women step onto the soil that they may even have the audacity to call home.
Shocking the Government with her recent media conference, Cornelia Rau spoke to reporters and journalists in a language written down for their editors, English. As clear as the methylated spirits drain through a loaf of bread, her words and demeanour rang to a truth about them that would surely scream for compensation. Clearly one for the missing files and wayward personnel reports and making with the flood as she opened the doors months ago on the treatment of detainees at the Baxter Detention Resort Facility.
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Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, May 21, 2005 - 01:38:51
I think I saw myself when I was walking today.
Not myself-myself but a myself that had come back from the future.
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Ethan Switch - Thursday, May 19, 2005 - 18:49:39
Coming all over the extremely recent news of Kylie Minogue's breast cancer diagnosis, the return thrust and throbbing of the male ego began in covert earnest across a few different media articles.
Shakey Iraqi talks and negotiations continue a wobbling pace over Australian hostage Douglas Wood. Muslim cleric, Sheik Taj el-Din Al Hilaly, recently spoke with the contractor about teasing out his life and situation. Though ordinarily rendered as a surname, the Australian Broadcasting Corporation chose to run with the title, Sheikh speaks with 'Wood'.
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Ethan Switch - Wednesday, May 18, 2005 - 19:51:47
Breast cancer statistics have found a better and more marketable face for their concern and campaign. Kylie Minogue.
Ravaging through headlines, covering up disorientated women deported for speaking languages other than English and concerns over plane travel, the cancer struck its public blow on the eve of Minogue's Australian leg of her Showgirl tour.
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Ethan Switch - Friday, May 13, 2005 - 19:47:09
Platforms on midnight trains in the Sydney CBD fill up with pools of people looking to head home. Their apparent disgust with themselves only showing up as bile and vitriol targeted to all around their own little worlds. "Why can't we figure out the inadequacies?" they ponder to themselves as sweat trickles down their noses at an aggravating pace.
Two bohemians of a gothic nature tease out the humanity from the their own coursing veins. Filled with jet black scorn and vegetarian pizza with garlic sauce to breathe, they walk blindly over shiny tiles, newly waxed for another night. On one corner of the street into the platform, there sleeps a beard attached to a man.
Read the rest of Blanket coverage of homeless ends up with a quilt of indifference
Belvedere Jehosophat - Monday, May 9, 2005 - 04:57:26
“I feel like a goddamn vampire, and these days are killing me,” he used to say, without really explaining himself or what he meant. God, he could be fucking annoying.
He would read the collected works of Nikolai Gogol, compulsively. Consequently, everything he said was a reference to overcoats or noses or some goddamn quarrel between Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich.
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Ethan Switch - Friday, May 6, 2005 - 19:51:09
Capping off another week of no return, disgraced stockbroker and seating space allocation of 2.4 on regular molded chairs, Rene Rivkin, finally snuggled up to the warm embrace of dirt found six feet underground. Laying down their father, a noted black dog hounded by depression, the children all paid their last respects to the man they knew as the main signatory.
Losing a battle against depression remains the main reason Rivkin choose to put out his own cigar. Wonderful for the Black Dog Institute, likely recipients of farewell bursaries and donations from fans of Rivkin. With coffers expected to fill and awareness to grow on, it could very well be a time of slight happiness for the organisation taking to task with a canine on the bow.
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Ethan Switch - Thursday, May 5, 2005 - 17:57:00
Here it hits. Once every year, for the first twelve years of each doom filled century. On a date like this; a date like this.
A triplicate run of numerals lining up along the gallery. All the same. All knowing of each other's fit. They who would be triplets sharing an identical nature; split from the same cell. Born under the same sum, running with a different hum.
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Jimmy Weasel - Monday, May 2, 2005 - 18:08:41
The family of Rene Rivkin have asked for privacy, and the NSW Police have given no clues to the methods underlying all the madness. Suggestions of an OD fly across the tabloid news (despite failing to overshadow the foul, foul mouth of Rove McManus) along with obituarily verbose jabberings about this gentleman's life; never failing to mention the recent turmoil.
Being guilty in the eyes of The Law, and the apparently deathly brainsick lifestyle that is the preternatural significant other to the rich and shameless (and possibly the destruction of his marriage) are suggested to have lead to his final decision.
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