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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.

  • Last year, as part of my Asialink residency in Seoul, I wrote an article for the Australian National Tertiary Education Union (NTEU) on the subject of my experience of teaching a course on Australian culture at Sogang University. Here’s a quick excerpt: I have sung the national anthem (‘a capella?’ one incredulous fellow-traveller asked me)…

  • It’s funny what you remember and forget about yourself sometimes. For example, I just remembered that in 2002 I was involved in an online discussion forum as part of a project called text-e.org and which was organised by (amongst others) the French Bibliotheque Publique D’Information. Ten forums were held between October 2001 and March 2002…

  • It’s been a little while since I last had some poems online but as of today there’s two fresh ones at the PFS Post site, run by Philly poet Adam Fieled, entitled “Exes & Zeroes” and “Oh God!”. I’ve also got two poems in a neat little journal called Luzmag run by Lars Palm in…

  • I’m no groupie, despite what anybody says. My idol’s Han Solo. I have to admit, however, that deep down I have always been a secret Babble groupie. Ever since moving to Melbourne, I mean, before which I had never even heard of this loony Melbourne institution, originally a weekly spoken word night held in Fitzroy.…

  • For a long time I’ve admired the art of Gerhard Richter, whose photoreal ‘kerzen’ (candles: see below for an example) would be recognisable to any fan of Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation album. In the first part of last year, when I was writing full-time thanks to a grant from the Australia Council for the Arts,…

  • Way back in the late 1990s, when I was still living in Sydney and feeling extremely sorry for myself, I wrote an article for a Sydney design magazine which took Le Courbusier’s machines For living in as its inspiration. The magazine unfortunately rejected the article, which actually concerns coffins, or machines for dying in—but I…

  • i got frisked in fukuoka/ like a dog i just woofed and rolled over/ i had a date with a destination/ had to get to the bullet train station/ validated my japanese rail pass/ calculated how long it would last until/ I had to get off to get on to get off/ to ride a…