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Posts focusing on the day-to-day minutiae of running an interconnected hyper-portal and dynamic HQ in the age of social mediocrity.

  • The In Jokes

    Future pranksters The In Jokes (pictured) will release their debut (in fact, only) single on the highly respected [dnrc] label some time in 2007. Find out its fate by visiting the [dnrc] site today. Or tomorrow. I mean, it’ll still be there then. The picture above, taken by a [dnrc] administrative assistant at a recent…

  • Last year Australian poet Cath Vidler set up a new online magazine called Snorkel, the aim of which is to showcase the best in Australian and New Zealand poets (plus I guess anyone else who’s good). I submitted a couple of poems for the first issue (read them here) and I’ve now managed to sneak…

  • Lock up your bandannas, plectrums and notebooks, people – there’s a man on the streets who’s aiming to break your heart, like the way Wilco said they were trying, only this time succeeding. The man who introduced the world to Catholic Autistic Terrific, who is now in the middle of a post-Balderdash hangover to rival…

  • Just in case anyone was suffering under the impression that I’m something of a man’s man, here’s a little image I look at every time I visit the wonderful Page 4 website of Australasia’s most popular, talented and BULK ACE poet, alicia ‘sassy pants’ sometimes! Seeing her in action on the wheels of steel last…

  • After the non-appearance of rumoured Irish headline act Neil, Babble punters could be forgiven for suspecting that uber-host Sean M. Whelan’s response might be to rope in some amateur or half-baked talent to act as the feature performer at last night’s event. Those of little faith might consider working on that aspect of their personality…

  • Icebergs

    Icebergs calve, plop and bomb. Great sheets of arctic pain— metaphors, forever lost. The polar bears just stand there, in mid-air, then drop. White water dreams after Greenland, or was that Hell. Whatever. It’s a bit of a stretch but if they can tow one to Belfast then why not here? For some reason, Hitler…

  • Sool ahn gaesuh

    like a murder-suicide yesterday’s tiffs became today’s shower of glacial regret hit on the head you’re sool ahn gaesuh left winded bruised & read-dead on our set-list stories of lost orders events tragedies that come in threes like the drinks the straws (deadly for dolphins the lipstick trace a circular argument nobody heard a thing…