Tim streaks ahead at Noosa Half Marathon

Hundreds of runners, from the elite to the general public, took part in the sponsored Noosa running festival based at Noosa Sound on Sunday morning.

The scenic route takes the runners along Noosa Parade through to the café and green precincts of Gympie terrace as it winds along the Noosa river.

Clear skies saw the 21km runners set off just after sunrise in perfect weather on the fast and flat two lap course.

Alexandra Headland’s professional triathlete 22yr old Tim George led at the turnaround and was a popular local winner in a time of one hour ten minutes and 50 seconds. Pleased with his time, the friendly, relaxed part-time QUT Brisbane law student commented cheerfully on his psychedelic yellow Mizuno shoes; “It’s a bit hard to find a singlet to match!” he said.

“I really enjoyed the crowd support and they let me know the gap distances along the way,” he said. He is an athlete to watch, having won the Men’s Open Elite race at the Mooloolaba Triathlon at the end of March.

In the women’s race petite, blonde Brisbanite Clare Geraghty won in an emotional finish with a time of one hour 14 minutes and 18 seconds. The 24 yr old former dancer is successfully rebuilding her running career following injury, having last won this race in 2006. She was very happy with her time.

Enthusiastic friends and family members crowded the funnelled finish line, voicing support and encouragement as the announcer called the runners home amid music and clapping. A fantastic army of volunteers assisted and did everything from marshalling to pace –setting to help make the USM organized event a huge success.

Most runners were elated at the finish, achieving personal best times and running because they can.

Speaking at the finish, mates and seasoned runners Pomme and Dave said they run for personal satisfaction and to keep fit. Pomme has run for about 20 years and Dave for the last four after an injury induced interval. Both were happy with their times and the event.

Angelo and Elane, sporting the South African flag, did their first Noosa 21km race and have been in Australia for five years. They really enjoyed the run and crowd support.

Husband and wife James and Tammy came down from Gladstone to do their second Noosa 21 km. Both commented happily on the great atmosphere and said the kids at the refreshment stations were fantastic in cheering the runners on.

Lisa Pringle, media manager for the sponsored event, said participants in the three events – 21.1km, 10km and 5km run/walk numbered about 3000. “Because of the change of date, we had no Tanzanian runners this year. The numbers across all events are up from last year with many running the race as training for the Gold Coast Marathon in July,” she said.

The colourful running festival was part of the Noosa Winter Festival which also featured swimming and cycling events.

For a list of results in each event, please see www.usmevents.com.au

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Excellent advice in abundance- The MEAA Student Industry Day

Free advice from respected journalists, a free lunch, and free membership to the MEAA yesterday: absolutely priceless. Puns aside (and cliché’s condemned), the speakers at yesterday’s Media Pass Student Industry Day gave an inspiring insight into the profession of Journalism.
To call Journalism a profession is in fact misleading. As one of The Courier-Mail’s political reporters Patrick Lion said, “Journalism is not just a job, it’s an obsession.” For anyone who is not even a little obsessed with the wonderful world of news-gathering, the most repeated advice to come out of yesterday’s forum was probably daunting. To get your foot in the door you need to be willing to start at the very bottom. Patrick Lion certainly lived that advice, beginning as an advertorial writer for The Courier-Mail in 2003. And look where he is now.
But to have that willingness means to have a good attitude; as they say ‘attitude is everything’, especially when it comes to trying to impress the heroes of the newsroom. (If you think they are heroes only because they will be writing your pay cheque, it’s time for an attitude check.)
Hedley Thomas of The Australian was another distinguished speaker to give his precious time up yesterday. Diligent. Relentless. Analytical. Cynical. Remember those four qualities. They are certainly the qualities Thomas would have needed while uncovering the unforgiveable misconduct of Dr Jayant Patel. Although Thomas is considered an “Investigative Journalist”, he humbled the title. “All journalists should strive be “investigative”, even when doing the smaller stories.” It’s about going deeper into the story, no matter how trivial it may seem. Perhaps a better word for obsession is passion.
ABC’S Bernard Bowen, The Courier-Mail’s Craig Johnstone, and Seven’s Rob Raschke came to answer the crucial questions on what they look for in a potential employee: good attitude; the right skills; publication; acceptance of criticism; professionalism; the ability to ask great questions; a clean Facebook page; and an eagerness to learn. Oh, and you also need to be able to write a good story. (But hopefully that is common knowledge.)
One thing that I might add is, as aspiring journo’s we should consider every unpaid moment and effort, every full stop and comma (correctly placed) as an investment towards our future.

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Journalism is a cold harsh war

Disclaimer: Please be advised that I’ve only had about 10 hours of sleep for the past 3 days. If this post sounds like incoherent babble, it’s probably because it is. Bear with my first post. I pray for your souls when you read this. May your retinas not be burned completely off your eyes and its sockets for this piece’s sheer unreadability and its completely off-the-wall metaphors. It is also 3am. My bad.

straight from the cold into a warzone (photo courtesty of google.com)

Today was a long hard day. So hard, in fact, that it felt like the eventual end of a war. All right, I suppose I’m embellishing in just the slightest.

Although it might not have been perceived as one to the outside world, it was still rather warlike in terms of the length of the lectures and the amount of information being shot at us like bullets from a rogue AK-47. Albeit the speakers were interesting and insightful, and the information shared was more helpful than harmful by all intentions—

Well, yes. Perhaps not a war. But let us call it a battle just for kicks.

Nevertheless, warlike or not, for those on the inside, it was just an amazingly long day.

For the majority of you reading this and obviously confused of what might have transpired on what will surely be marked as a historic day for us all – today was the Media Alliance’s Student Pass Day. A day in which JSchool, among other educational establishments, was gifted with the opportunity to be on the inside; to hear about the life lessons of a number of accomplished journalists; to learn from some of the best in the industry.

We were anything but disappointed.

I shall go ahead and liken today’s audience (myself, included) to a group of new recruits – green with naivety, despite our overflowing enthusiasm – whilst the various speakers on the panel will be akin to veterans, the experienced oldies, showing us the ropes of the journalism world.

What we heard today, instead of cold hard facts, were genuine words of encouragement and thought; like seeds of knowledge being passed down from one generation to the next in the hope of growth and maturity. Matters discussed, rather, taught, were of those relating to the ethics of journalism. “The Code,” some call it.

The advice given was like gold. I shall now proceed to sum it all up to a point. Please do remember to take what is written with a grain of salt. As, of course, this is me. And me, being me, am paraphrasing in my own “special” (see: retarded) way:

12 Easy Ways on How to Survive the Journalism World War:

1. Write, write, write.

2. Start from the bottom, and work your way up. Even the most menial jobs can turn into the most amazing opportunities. How do you think privates become promoted to sergeants?

3. Write.

4. Don’t be fussy. Experience is experience. You can’t afford to be fickle with who you work for, so why bother? In other words: Never piss off your commanding officer.

5. Write more.

6. Social media can be your best friend and worst enemy.

7. Internships aren’t necessarily monetarily beneficial in the beginning, but they can pay off in the long run. Nobody’s really in the army for the money, after all.

8. Write some more.

9. Protect your sources (to a degree?). This is debatable. However, speaking on my own behalf, I would say protect them.

10. Are you writing yet?

11. Make connections with the right attitude and the right amount of talent. Nobody really likes the talented rebel who can’t conform to rules and regulations, no matter how skilled they are. Skills can be learned. Talent can be moulded. Attitudes? Not so much. If you can’t cut it, you’ll be booted from the corps.

12. No, seriously, are you writing yet?

Despite it all, complete exhaustion not withstanding, it was a very productive day. Completely worth it. It also didn’t hurt in the slightest that the Walkley Media Forum that followed was very enjoyable (inclusive of a rather interesting panel, and an all the more interesting discussion on the ramifications of social media and one’s responsibility towards it). I think I might’ve enjoyed tonight’s free canapés and lemon, lime and bitters a bit much as well.

I’d say today was a win for all the young journos of the future. But you know what they say – the battle might be won, but the war isn’t over. It just means we have to get to it. I’m rather looking forward to my future as a journalist. I’m going to be one, or die trying.

But let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. I’m enthusiastic, but geez.

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Media: Voice of the people or gag of the masses.

Real journalism can fix this

-By John Corlett

They call it mass media but in the end the only mass it represents is mass money. No matter how strong your integrity as a reporter, how fair your writing and how strong your morals, in the end we are all expressing the opinion of one person: the editor, the producer, and in most cases the millionaire.

I sat next a guy in the valley a few weeks ago, his name was Ivan. He was essentially a beggar. I talked with Ivan for a long time and his story read like a good novel. I considered his tales and wrote a piece reflecting his challenges, his views and his path in life. I wrote about how policy, politicians and people affected him, everyday. His problem wasn’t money to buy a second flat screen LCD HD TV, it was money to buy food. Yes food, the essential fuel for all living organisms.

So Ivan had a story, but Ivan’s story would never be told outside our conversation and my computer. Why? Because although I understood his plight, someone further up the chain would see him as ‘just another beggar’. The story would be cut for the results of tax reform, or a new superannuation scheme to promote the capitalist views of Australia.

Media is not for the people, it is for the few. The media gags the murmur of the people with the wailing of ‘Aristocrats’ . As we all seek more and more money, just because the media tells us that’s what life is about, we all become more like the aristocrats and wail about our ‘poor plight’. Meanwhile; as we fire up our flat screen tv to watch Mr Swann dish out money, Ivan fights rejection and humiliation for a dollar to buy a cup of soup.

If we, the media, were really serious about recording society, providing the voice of the people, and holding people accountable, then we would talk more to Ivan and less to Newman. Newman is elected to listen, not to talk. When the public is talking he should be seen and not heard. We, the people, tell Newman what we want and he is to make it happen.

Real independent media would reflect this and ‘yell’ at people like Newman and Quirk until they hear the people.

Recently, Newman and Quirk have totally ignored the people of Windsor. If their argument is right or wrong is besides the point, they are the people and should be heard. Quirk has no right to hide behind his media advisors, only meeting the public in the council chambers, on his turf, on his conditions. The only real voice of the people, the media, should yell loud enough to make sure he can hear through the secure walls of his fifth story office.

A newspaper can infiltrate where a person cannot. The article was written and filed but published it was not.

As future journalists we can sit back with our new little newspaper and bask in the glory or kind comments, but personally I can only be proud of any publication when real people take the time to acknowledge it’s content. Yes politicians are people as well and they are important in society; but they are one, the public is the many. The voice of the people should overshadow the selfish podium cries of one man.

The last few weeks have been about morals and the code of ethics. Frankly, it’s shaky at best. I can do the right thing to protect myself and represent as best as I can but in the end someone further up the chain can do anything they want. They control your voice as well.

Omission is as much a crime as admission.

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JACS/UNSA Student Cocktail Party

I went to a cocktail party last night, organised by the University of Queensland’s Journalism and Communications Students (JACS) and the UQ United Nations Student Association (UNSA). The party was at Era bistro on Melbourne and Merivale Sts in South Brisbane.

I was quite nervous when I arrived; I don’t like approaching people in the flesh when I don’t have a good reason to talk to them. Learning to overcome this a little was part of the reason I wanted to go.

The two keynote speakers were Queensland’s Disability Minister Annastacia Palaszczuk, and former Queensland Attorney-General Linda Lavarch.

 

Naomi Lim (far left) and Anna Palaszczuk

Naomi Lim (far left, JACS President) asks Anna Palaszczuk a question

 

Ms Palaszczuk spoke about her priorities as Disability Minister, which include moving young people with disabilities out of aged care facilities, and ensuring deaf people have enough AUSLAN translators, especially in Townsville. She also talked about her early days in Young Labor, about attending the London School of Economics and Political Science after winning a scholarship, and working on Tony Blair’s election campaign in 1997.

 

Linda Lavarch

 

Linda Lavarch addresses the function. Ms Lavarch was Queensland’s first female Attorney-General and the first female lawyer to be elected to the Queensland Parliament.

 

Linda Lavarch spoke about her early years as the first person in her family who’d ever gone beyond year 10 at school. She said the only way she was able to go to university was because the Whitlam Government abolished up-front university fees and introduced TEAS (a living allowance for students, like today’s AUSTUDY). She said the fact that decisions made far away from her had affected her directly made her interested in politics. She said as a student at QIT (now QUT) she was involved in protests against the Bjelke-Petersen government, and said we should always question how decisions are made; we should not sit back passively and accept that what we are told is the only way things can be done.

 

Before and after the speeches I circulated and met some interesting people. I talked to Jade Hamwood from Rio Tinto, Michael Keating, a retired general and now Chair of the Australian Republican Movement, Geoffrey Ewing from the Australian Institute of International Affairs, and several students, including a law student from the University of Queensland who told me about how copyright law can be surprisingly interesting. She was right; I spent perhaps ten minutes discussing things like the theory of copyright and Creative Commons with her.

It was an interesting night; I picked up some useful story ideas, some background knowledge and ideas on where to build up my own understanding of the world.

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Parliament House visit, Tuesday May 11 2010

Government front bench, Legislative Assembly chamber, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511

Government front bench, Legislative Assembly

 

On Tuesday May 11, JSchool students visited the Parliament of Queensland, when we toured Parliament House and attended three seminars.

First of all was the tour of the former Legislative Council chamber, the Legislative Assembly chamber, and the O’Donovan Library and Collection. Brett Nutley, the Indigenous Liason Officer, led the tour, and also told us about some of the Parliament’s other facilities including the hotel-style accomodation for non-Brisbane MPs in the Parliamentary Annexe.

Opposition front bench, Legislative Assembly chamber, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511 Opposition front bench, Legislative Assembly

 

The first seminar was with Dr Paul Reynolds, and was about the history of parliaments. This seminar started with the beginning of the idea of the Parliament of England in the thirteenth century, when the king needed the consent of wealthy businessmen to raise taxes. Dr Reynolds pointed out that this issue – who has the power to raise taxes? – was at the heart of the struggles and civil war between King and Parliament in England in the seventeenth century, up to the formation of England’s constitutional monarchy in 1689.

In the eighteenth century the cabinet system developed, and in the nineteenth century voting rights were expanded. Queensland’s Parliament first sat in 1860, and members of its Legislative Council were appointed for life. Only adult males of certain races could vote, and politicians were not paid, meaning only rich men could be politicians, and only their interests were represented.

 

Ceiling rose in Legislative Assembly chamber, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511 Capitals of Corinthian columns in Legislative Assembly chamber, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511 Ceiling rose and Corinthian columns in the Legislative Assembly chamber. The gold leaf decoration comes from gold mined at Gympie, north of Brisbane.

 

Parties did not exist in the Queensland Parliament until 1889 when Australian Labour Party MPs were first elected. Until this time much political deal-making had been done on the floor of Parliament, but as a strict party system developed the deal-making and tactical manoeuvering moved to the closed meetings of the political parties’ MPs.

Before the party system developed, governments would often be made and unmade on the floor of Parliament, as factions switched support from one government to another. Because of strict party discipline, governments rarely fall on the floor of Parliament now; this has happened only twice in the last sixty years, once when the Labor Party split and once when a by-election meant a Labor Government lost its majority in the Legislative Assembly.

Dr Reynolds talked briefly about the idea of the “separation of powers”, and explained that this was based on a misconception by French political philosopher Baron de Montesquieu, who thought that the executive, legislative and judicial branches in England were separated, unlike the absolute monarchy in France during the eighteenth century. In fact while the judiciary is almost completely separate from the executive and legislature in England and Australia, the legislature and the executive are closely intertwined. A government’s legitimacy is derived from its majority in Parliament, which leads to a paradox.

The paradox is that Parliament must be unfettered to do as it pleases (except in places like Australia where some courts can rule laws unconstitutional). But we need strong responsible governments which are predictable and continuous. So how then can a parliament hold a government to account?

 

O'Donovan Collection Library, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511-1 Moreton Bay Courier in O'Donovan Collection Library, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511 O’Donovan Library and Collection, with a copy of the Moreton Bay Courier from the collection.

The second seminar was with Scott Emerson, LNP MP for Indooroopilly, and a former journalist. He talked about how his previous work as a journalist helps him to do his job as a local MP. Just as a journalist’s job is to find new information and to explain it, his job now is to uncover new information and do something about it.

Mr Emerson told us about chasing up information about a large gap between trains and platforms at Indooroopilly train station. He said that in September last year his office started receiving phone calls about people getting injured while having to step 40cm down from some trains to the station platform.

He raised this issue in letters to the Transport Minister and speeches to Parliament, and by talking to the media. He got the reply that the gap was inevitable, as the platform at Indooroopilly station is curved.

However, three weeks ago it emerged that Indooroopilly station had been re-sleepered in July 2009 and the job had been done incorrectly, meaning that the tracks had been raised – this is what caused the 40cm gap. QR staff had concealed this information. The sleeper work was re-done over the May Day long weekend.

 

Mr Emerson also told us about some local success he’d had convincing the State Government to use some land in Long Pocket for a park next to the Brisbane River, and how he is trying to get some land next to there to be added to the park.

 

Mr Emerson said one good place to look for stories can be local community associations, and also local papers, which often won’t cover every angle of stories they publish. He said good journalists do not rely on press releases, and that when he was a journalist he spent a lot of his time on the phone or with people asking questions.

Waterford crystal chandelier in old Legislative Council chamber, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511 President's chair and rostrum in old Legislative Council chamber, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511

Old Legislative Council chamber: Waterford crystal chandelier and President’s chair and rostrum

The third seminar was with Roylene Mills, who explained the detailed stages of passing a Bill through Parliament, from first consideration by Cabinet or by a party’s policy committee, to the Second Reading speech, debate on the Second Reading, clause-by-clause consideration in detail, through to Royal assent.

More photos from the visit can be seen on my Flickr account.

 

Stained glass window featuring Queen Victoria, JSchool visit to Parliament of Queensland, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, 100511

Stained-glass window featuring Queen Victoria

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Thank you, Mr Rudd

When KRudd announced he would put a massive tax hike on cigarettes I actually applauded him. Money. It truly is everything. I was already scrounging through the coin box in my car to pay for my next packet of cigarettes without thinking twice. It had never crossed my mind how ridiculous and desperate I would have looked to a non-smoker. Somehow though, I always came up with that last five cent piece to pay for them. But now I would need to come up with another two dollars. I realised it would be an impossible task; something only God could deliver to me, and I knew he wasn’t going to do so anytime soon. So I had to face reality. I was going to have to quit smoking, and I didn’t mind one bit.
It is now the eighteenth day since my last cigarette and with every day that passes, I think less and less about those previously wonderful and abundant opportunities to light up. One of the best things about this new path I am travelling is the amount of money I have lying around now. I almost don’t know what to do with it. A new savings account? It hadn’t crossed my mind since I deposited $70,000 into a super account.
But something no one had told me before is how much better I would feel to be fag free. I can breathe. I can smell. I can taste. My healthy diet of mostly vegetables doesn’t feel like a complete irony. I can sleep properly. I don’t feel like crap. But unfortunately there are people who are not as financially desperate as I am, and who can foot the new tax hike without losing any sleep. Sadly they are not going to know how damn good it feels to quit.

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Giant Rabbits at the Gallery of Modern Art

One of the great things about the Gallery of Modern Art at Southbank is that photography is encouraged. I went in yesterday to have a look around, and Michael Parakowhai’s giant rabbits Cosmo McMurtry and Jim McMurtry caught my eye.

 

Cosmo McMurtry by Michael Parekowhai, Gallery of Modern Art, Southbank, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia-1

Cosmo McMurtry sits, head cocked to one side, to your right as you walk into the gallery past the information desk and cloak room. He is placed so the enormous queue of people waiting to see the Ron Mueck exhibition wait in line right next to him. Since Mueck’s work is also about sculptures many times larger than life-sized, I suspect this was a deliberate work of “cross-promotion” to get people interested in the Unnerved exhibition of New Zealand art, of which the two McMurtry sculptures are a part.

According to the curator’s notes, one of the things the sculptures are supposed to be about is the big problem of rabbits in New Zealand. I’ve been aware since I was a young child of the similar problem in Australia, but until I read the notes that didn’t occur to me at all. I wonder if this is because Cosmo McMurtry is quite cute, with sympathetic eyes, chubby cheeks and mouth open in apparent surprise.

 

Jim McMurtry by Michael Parekowhai at Gallery of Modern Art, Southbank, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia-4 Jim McMurtry by Michael Parekowhai at Gallery of Modern Art, Southbank, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia Jim McMurtry by Michael Parekowhai at Gallery of Modern Art, Southbank, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia-7

Further down the hall, Jim McMurtry lies on his back, one eye closed, tongue hanging out of his mouth. Instead of Cosmo’s stiff whiskers made of steel, Jim’s whiskers are limp and curled, made of plastic tubing. It’s difficult to get a proper look at this sculpture from ground level; two of these photos are taken from the balcony of level 3 of the gallery.

Jim McMurtry provoked a bit of thought in me. Is he dead? Asleep? Drunk? Are we supposed to be thinking about the cruelty of killing? The effects of booze? Or should we just be greatful that the artist used a cotton-tail instead of providing us with a realistic rabbit’s anus about thirty times the usual size?

Kapa Haka (Whero) by Michael Parekowhai at Gallery of Modern Art, Southbank, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia

A third Parakowhai sculpture stands guard over the McMurtrys. Kapa Haka (Whero) is a fibreglass security guard painted with automobile paint. As I walked into the exhibition I had to check to make sure this wasn’t a real security guard. I found this sculpture interesting because it made me think about my generally negative attitude towards security guards; their job is often to stop you doing things like taking photos in art galleries. After that feeling passed, I realised that unlike a real security guard, you could shove a camera right up in this one’s face.

Kapa Haka (Whero) by Michael Parekowhai at Gallery of Modern Art, Southbank, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia-3

More photos of these three sculptures are at my Flickr account.

The Unnerved exhibition is at the Gallery of Modern Art until July 4 2010. For a map with public transport details, click here. To use the Translink journey planner to check public transport routes and timetables, click here.

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The ANZAC Test.

This post has nothing to do with an exam about ANZAC Day. Neither does my “last post”. This post refers to a game where people try to place a ball under posts and then kick the ball through the posts. Rugby League, not union.

Looking ahead through our JSchool schedule I noted we must write a report on the first State of Origin game in the not-so-distant future. My interest in sports writing is like the interest in a Japanese personal-savings account- pretty close to zilch. But, I am always willing to step outside my comfort zone providing I don’t cause too much carnage in the process.

So when I saw there was an international- Australia versus New Zealand- rugby league game on tonight I decided to watch it and take real-time notes on my lap top. I could have posted live, but I didn’t give anybody any advance warning, so I wouldn’t have had an audience. In journalism an audience is pretty important- or so Desley tells me. No audience is bad, but to know your audience is good. You work that one out.

Our rooftop antenna was only replaced a couple of days ago and we now enjoy a crystal-clear picture on all standard definition digital channels. So I was getting pretty good pictures of some large men running around the field in green and gold, and other equally- if not larger- men in black and white. I know the latter are New Zealanders but looking at them I’d swear that they were Malaysian. And it’s not because I’m an ignorant excuse of a human being who cannot distinguish between Polynesians and South-East Asian. It’s because of the advertising on their uniforms- above the number on every New Zealander’s back read “Malaysia”. Under “Malaysia”, in smaller font, I believe it read “Airlines”. But this wasn’t visible to the naked eye. Anyway, I’m digressing. Or maybe I’m not. This whole post is just a running commentary on the notes I took during the game.

So, I’m watching the game and I hear the commentators start to promote some sports gambling business. “Hmm, that’s a little odd,” I thought to myself. Then one of the commentators reminded punters to “bet responsibly” with the kind of sincerity you’d get from a Vegas celebrant (no offence intended). It didn’t sound very convincing.

Channel Nine have put a lot of thought into introducing the players. I remember the old days where you’d see a list of players and their numbers. If you were lucky you might see a stylised team logo. But these days are much different. It looks as if somebody is directing the players with the following directions: “Okay mister, look at the camera really seriously, okay, now on the count of three I want you to fold your arms, one, two, three. Hold it. And, good. That’s a wrap.” It is very well choreographed technically, but I’d like to see some more creativity. Maybe some sparkling teeth and a cheesy wink.

I thought I’d check Twitter to see if anyone was tweeting about the “test”. There were several tweets referring to an event I must have just missed. Channel Nine had apparently cut to the ads when some Aborigines were in the middle of a significant ceremony. There were several tweets about this matter. Tweeter @BundyBBear tweeted, “OMFG WIN TV Bundy (channel 9) just cut 2 n ad during the traditional ceremony opening Anzac test in Melbourne. Damn u jerry Harvey!”

The game still hadn’t started. It was raining and the crowd were in the $267m stadium in transparent plastic ponchos waiting for the game to kick off. There were fireworks on the field and the cameras were sprinkled with raindrops. I swore they were inside my television set. Before I had a chance to check I was being directed to stand for two national anthems. I remained seated. After an extremely passionate Haka the men spread all over the field ready to mash some heads in. I recognised one face on the field. It belonged to a player who went to the same school as me. I was good friends with his sister. Was I surprised that he was there representing his country? Not really. He’d always been exceptional at sports and showed a lot of promise from a very young age.

The game itself was still in limbo due to an electric truck that was bogged on the field. A crowd of people gathered around and eventually pushed it off. The crowd responded with thunderous applause and cheers.

Then the game started. I’m not going to refer to the game directly because you can get the story and stats online or in tomorrow’s paper. I’ll tell you a few things though. Firstly, I noticed that it’s no longer the Anzac Test, but the VB Test Match. That’s fair enough, and I can even accept the Channel Nine $1,000 Man-of-the-Match and the Powerade promotions staff handing out drinks to the players after the game. But I think it’s going a little far when halftime becomes Toyota Halftime. And when there are no longer highlights but instead we are offered Bundy Smooth Moves. Argh, I’m going to bed.

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Is TV to blame for our increasingly violent society?

Often we hear complaints that our television airwaves are full of violence and that it is harming our society. They argue we are becoming so desensitised to violence in our entertainment that we are becoming more violent in our behaviour as a result. While it may be true that our airwaves are indeed full of violent programs, it is an unfounded claim to say society itself is turning more violent because of it.
If it were true, it is certainly not to be blamed on the television networks. It is not as though they decided one day to force feed us with horrific scenes of bashings and rapes and decaying corpses and we slowly developed a taste for it. Television networks air what viewers want them to air, otherwise they wouldn’t stay in business.
Will Durant once said, “It is not that society is becoming more violent, it’s just there are more newspapers”. When a youth commits a terrible crime, the voices of the sceptics resound. Not only do they blame the television networks, but they blame every other form of media also; computer games are a popular target. If we focus on violent video games for a moment, it is important to keep in mind that the youths that spend hours every day being brainwashed by this mindless form of entertainment probably have parents. Those parents allow their children to sit in front of a screen all day instead of encouraging them to get out and live a little. Surely even sitting in front of a cooking show for hours on end is going to foster anti-social behaviours.
So, to the people who do not like to watch violence, please turn off the television (or change the channel).

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Are IPods killing radio?

There is little doubt that radio is one of the most intimate forms of media. It is accessible at any time, and nearly any place. It equally informs and entertains us, without any effort on our part. Best of all, it is free.
Up until a decade ago it was an expensive, limiting, and sometimes unrewarding decision to purchase music, and the only medium available was in compact disc. A cd would usually cost around twenty dollars, and it was often a gamble as to whether the songs on it would all be liked. Discmans, the ‘portable’ cd players, were expensive and relatively importable; radios were cheap and had a place in the car, the office, and every corner of the home. Owning music was second to listening to the radio for ones audible pleasures.
Then the Apple IPod came along. IPods are intimate and accessible like radios, but far more portable. The biggest difference though, is that users can put their own music on it, and in large amounts, for a very low price. So the question stands: Does radio have anything over the iPod?
In an interview with Andrew Denton, John Laws stated that ‘talk back radio replaced the back fence’. In the 1960’s when talkback was introduced to Australia, urban development was spreading upwards rather than out, and Australians in condensed areas began to feel out of touch with the community. The radio then rapidly became a medium where members of the community could express themselves about public issues.
Another benefit of radio is that it is a constant supply of headline news, weather, traffic reports, and in extreme cases, emergency warnings and updates. This gives listeners a connection to the community that iPods are incapable of.
Although iPods have become almost a necessity at least for younger generations, the advantages that radio has over the iPod makes it unlikely that we will see a significant demise in radio audiences.

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Does Australian national pride focus too heavily on our sporting heroes?

It is not unusual that Australia is extremely passionate about sports, or that we hold our sports stars in high esteem. All countries put their sporting heroes on pedestals that Dionysus would envy. Sports itself is an exhibition of values that every society holds to; alliance, battle, victory, achievement, and glory. So, when individuals excel with their possession of those values, it is no wonder they are held in this high esteem. What is unusual though, is that Australia has elevated our sports stars and their achievements into our national story.
Some will argue that the reason for this is that Australia lacks a strong national identity, or that we don’t have a culture worth preserving. This is in fact the opinion of high profile artists such as director George Miller who said “We (Australia) really don’t have a significant story to tell, perhaps apart from its indigenous story. Australia, at its heart is so racist; I don’t think we can even stomach it.”
Perhaps the latter part of this statement leans toward the extreme, but ask any Australian what they would consider as the most poignant tale of our history is, and they would be lost for words. We as a nation do not have the same folklore that countries such as America or Britain do, and the simple explanation for this is that we are a much younger nation than those, so we do not have the same depth of history.
If we consider Australian culture, it is typical of an Australian to claim that we do not have one. But the definition of culture is ‘a quality in a society that arises from a concern for what is regarded as excellence in arts, manners, or scholarly pursuits, etc’. With this in mind we could say that sports are a significant part of our culture, if not the most; an aggregate audience of 128.5 million tuned in to watch rugby league over the 2008-2009 periods.
Perhaps, at least for now, our culture is largely to do with our sporting triumphs, and the joy of playing sports as a social pastime. To say that Australia does not have a culture or a national identity would be denying what is a part of every Australian’s life; sport. Therefore we cannot focus too heavily on those who represent our cultural values.

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The new reporting restrictions on the Australian media

When it comes to reporting the courts, Australian journalists already deal with many restrictions as to what they are legally permitted to publish and on the amount of information they are given access to. They face not only limited reporting potential but also confusion when they cross the state borders; the rules on court reporting and freedom of information differ in each jurisdiction. What makes it even more difficult for journalists on the court round is, as found in a report chaired by Prue Innes on behalf of Australia’s Right to Know coalition, freedom of access to information given to journalists is often on an ‘ad hoc’ basis, depending on the individual court registries in certain courts at certain times. One reporter who was asked to comment for the report said this:
“A reporter dealing with regional registries says the helpfulness of individual registries […]varies markedly depending on the degree of personal rapport that has been built up with registry staff.”(So journo’s, it’s time to build up even more contacts.)
Another complaint from journalists as found in the Innes report was that suppression orders were given out without full and proper explanation. This is an obvious detriment to the privilege of open justice we are supposed to enjoy here in Australia.
Only last week the Australian media were slapped with yet another restriction on reportable information. Previously it was illegal for persons under the age of sixteen to be identified while on trial. But, according to the new law (which in fact came by surprise to many journalists) it is no longer legal for any persons under the age of 18 to be identified when on trial for a crime.
Considering the Australian law allows persons over the age of sixteen to have sexual intercourse, it would suggest that the law recognises people at sixteen are old enough make decisions for themselves. When a person commits a crime, they are making the decision for themselves to break the law. So why then is Australian law protecting people between sixteen and eighteen who commit crimes when it recognises they are old enough to make their own decisions? (The answer was not allowed to be published.)
Read the Australia’s Right to Know coalition report here:

http://www.australiasrighttoknow.com.au/image/MediaReleases/2008/13%20Nov%202008ARTK%20Report.pdf

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Petty Theft

A knock on the door with a belligerent greeting from the residency manager to “get your kit on!”and “have you seen your passport lately?” briefly changed the benign face of our lazy Sunday.

Under cover of night, thieves stole into the complex and worked their way into 5 units, taking with them portable valuables they found by torchlight on the ground floor. The perpetrators took their loot to the deck of the recreation area where they emptied wallets, purses, backpacks and ransacked computer bags in their supposed search for hard cash.

Laptops /passports/ documents/emptied wallets / purses / bags were found dumped in the pool refuse bin by the manager as he went about his ritual pool cleaning activities.

Indicative of the separate lives we lead in our clustered apartments, we knew none of the people assembled around the bench as we sorted belongings while the Sergeant complained “people just don’t call the police anymore!”
Nobody heard anything.

Appointment cards begging questions / business cards/ secreted photographs/ poor licence photos/ credit cards/ contact details/ favourite verses littered the bin… lives were laid bare as we identified and retrieved our goods.

We were grateful to retrieve our passports and laptop and for only having a bit of cash removed.

It was evident from the sergeant’s response that not having household insurance is a definite ‘no-no’. We did not feel affronted by the ‘petty theft’, unaccompanied as it was by the violence so prevalent in our land.

A couple of days later, a friendly police volunteer named Stuart called in to see us to offer advice and tips on ‘how not to get robbed.’ Pamphlets dealing with identity theft, ‘protecting and identifying your property’ and ‘DataDot’ technology were delivered and discussed. Stuart offers a valuable service which he has been doing since retirement ten years ago; his affable manner and sense of duty were admirable.

We asked Stuart if there had been any progress with the case and he informed us they have their eye on ‘persons of interest’ and the dusted prints may prove valuable. Complex resident, American Melissa, was unfortunate enough to have her wallet and contents taken; her Coles card was used in Inala and when there is a vehicle available, the footage will be collected by police (sounded a bit like Zim – sorry, no vehicle!!)

Telling my friend back in South Africa about our Sunday, I was asked if I had any clothes on this time. The last robbery I was involved in resulted in me chasing a vehicle barefoot and naked apart from a flying towel, pursued by a wailing lady….well that is another story :)

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Sorry, there’s no media conference. Would you like a quick one-on-one interview?

I saw a rumour on Twitter this morning about a media conference at 10am at the LNP HQ in South Brisbane about the resignation of two LNP MPs. So I leapt out of bed, put on my shirt and tie and headed out to the bus.

 

When I got there I was told there was no media conference at all. But it wasn’t a wasted journey; instead of a conference I got five minutes alone with State Party Director Michael O’Dwyer. So there’s a story I can punch out for Desley.

 

I guess the motto is “follow your nose”, you never know where it might lead you.

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TRUTH, HONESTY AND INTEGRITY

The World Press Freedom Day reminds me of the sad and ironic perceptions held by journalists of themselves in comparison to the general public’s perception of journalists. It is a day celebrated by journos, not our readers. People don’t praise us, don’t televise the event and tune in to watch the beautiful people in their gowns. We believe, as aspiring journalists, although a journalist may work for a private corporation our duty is not to them, but to the public. Sadly, the people we are dedicated to believe we must be being paid to be hated, but continue to distrust us anyway.

Some people may find it laughable that according to the MEAA, journalists must commit themselves to ‘honesty, fairness, independence and respect for the rights of others’. Is an ethical journalist an oxymoron I ask myself?

We believe we are the righteous citizens who have designated our lives to flying the flag of democracy and freedom, we are faithful followers of a deity of decency and truth.

So what grievous transgressions has our order committed that the public have deigned us worthy of the inner ring of hell. According to a Reader’s Digest poll journalists are 32nd on the 2009 Australia’s Most Trusted Professions. Not so bad, not so bad. Oh no wait… the list ends at 40. So we beat real estate agents, but that’s like beating con artistry if it were a profession. However we did not beat accountants, lawyers or locksmiths?! My word! Well, we must be using some bad ones if we are that poorly trusted.

Alas the pen truly must be mightier than the sword! And maybe we do stab people a little too hard with it. But isn’t it a good thing we are consistently puncturing egos and wounding hypocrites? Instead of crunching false numbers and defending scheming corporations.

Well, no matter what the public thinks of me while I strive to do what I think is right all I know is that I’m having a hell of a good time. And I know I can sleep soundly while we continue to beat politicians in a life-or-death Reader’s Digest poll.

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What happened to Dave?

3 May 2010

The first time I remember encountering Dave was at a Redcliffe youth festival in the late 90s. He was with a punk band doing covers of Rancid- one of my favourite bands. For the next few years I remember seeing him from time to time on trains and in Brisbane. We had good conversations about our respective lives, hopes and aspirations. Real conversations.

In 2002 I had just returned from my stay in Vanuatu and had an invitation to take my keyboard down to jam with Dave and his band in a shed him and his mates were renting somewhere in an industrial area between a dog pound and a sewer works. We had a good jam.

Fast Forward to 2010. Facebook allowed us to reconnect and I learned that Dave was established in Vietnam of all places. Then his name started to pop up in lots of news articles. Why was David MacMillan being mentioned in the international press? He may have found the remains of Sean Flynn- the actor and photo-journalist as well as son of Errol Flynn. Sean went missing in 1970 and his remains have never been found- unless Dave found them.

I read a story about him in The Australian today and by the evening he had already posted a response to the story. I’ll include some excerpts here (everything in quotation marks is copied and pasted directly from his Facebook response and he allowed me to post this).

In The Australian it says that Dave attended an Old Hacks’ reunion in Phnom Penh. But Dave’s version is as follows (verbatim): ” I never attended the old hacks reunion in Phnom Penh this is an out and out misreprepresentation, I did however go to a function held in the public bar of the Rex Hotel that [name withdrawn] had invited me to because he said he wanted to speak with me,when he realized we had a camera crew and that I was wearing a radio microphone,he then made threats of physical violence and swore at our team telling us to leave,which my response to him was if you are so vocal in the press with the stories you want to make up then why don’t you sit down with me and set the record straight,thankfully between Antoine and Othello “Operation Accountability” documented this.”

The Australian reported that Dave is employed by Dogma. But Dave, with ample sarcasm, wrote, “I finished working for Dogma 16 months ago wait ago another gold medal to the Australian for accurate reporting!”

Dave also responded to The Australian saying that he declined to comment (apart from his statement where he politely said he wouldn’t comment). Here are his words: “I didn’t specifically decline to speak to the Australian and if they had asked me for a comment on the claims they have made here prior to printing there article I would of for sure responded to their usually despicable excuse for journalism”

The Australian had obviously been keeping an eye on Dave’s Facebook account: MacMillan, whose Facebook site has in the past featured a photo of him with a Cambodian scarf wrapped around his head, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and sporting a Flynn-like moustache… To which Dave responded: “What do my devilish good looks have to do with anything,we have the footage and it will be presented in an upcoming film…”

So, there’s obviously more to the story. Stay tuned.

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I survived 6-hour Endurance Photography

I haven’t been doing much this week because of being ill, but my first excursion in four days (on painkillers) was to Canungra, a good hour’s drive away, for the Avanti 6-hour Endurance cycle. A day of endurance – and not just for the riders.

It’s a cross-country cycling race open to ‘4-man’ teams right through to solo riders, in the men’s, women’s, and mixed divisions. Each team does as many laps as they can in six hours.

My team was a 4-man, and I was there to fill a variety of non-cycling roles – team promoter, sports journalist, water-girl, and photographer. I was most apprehensive about the latter role.

It really wouldn’t have been hard for anyone else to make the boys look good on camera. They looked good in the new shop jerseys (I had a matching shirt!), but from past experience, I doubted my ability. As a journo-in-training, I am extremely self-conscious about this limitation of mine.

The main point of the last minute team was to promote the new shop as sponsor. The boys weren’t even cross-country riders but they thought they would do okay, and some fun race-action photos to break in the jerseys were called for. So the job landed on me. Uh oh…

Arriving at about 7am after a drive through the picturesque countryside, we set up camp and I took in the scenery. The air was still crisp, and I could smell dew on fresh cut grass, mud, and cow shit.

There were plenty of rolling hills around, which I trekked across to scope out accessible points on the track. Some parts were grassy; others were sandy, rocky, or muddy. A healthy smattering of cow shit ended up on my shoes. I talked to cyclists, girlfriends, wives, and hardcore lean old(ish) men with shaved legs – and found out there was a 40+ division. Respect to them!

The coffee stall attracted a queue early for weary ones in my boat, as did the jumping castle for hyperactive kids. I grabbed a coffee and soaked in the atmosphere, and then… a flashy SLR contraption was thrust in my hands.

9am and the countdown had begun, as did my job as photographer. It took me a while to figure out how to get onto sport mode, and I missed the first lap. Well, I thought, there’s 6 hours to get this right.

And so for the next 6 hours I hiked up and down hills, crouched into thorns, kneeled in more cow shit, scratched my legs raw, slipped on rocks, and tried to angle the camera toward the wheels spraying dust and dirt on me. The time passed surprisingly fast. But after every ‘click-click’, I looked back at the image with dismay.

Well, there were some good shots purely out of probability. I finally got over my point-and-shoot shyness and got snap-happy, hoping to score some flukes. I know I got at least one good shot of the team – on the podium, when they were finally still!
When it was over I was glad to get the thing off my neck but I actually did appreciate the endurance photography session. It was like uncomfortable therapy for a phobia. I wouldn’t be averse to picking a good camera up and ‘working on my problem’ now.

It could take quite a few more sessions before I produce a photo worthy to appear with an article! Maybe I should get a camera…

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My experience as a MOJO

Some of you may have known that my last blackberry drown in the toilet at the Brisbane city council library. It really was one of the most heart-wrenching moments for me, may he rest in peace. And so, for the last couple of weeks I had been lagging around this brick that shook loudly as it ‘silently’ notified me of a new message. Desperate to get rid of it I’d spent the last couple of weeks tossing up whether I should get a pre-paid phone or plan.

The thought of going on a plan has always scared me, for those who don’t already know me, I could talk forever and I still not get bored. Hence, a ridiculous bill I probably wouldn’t be able to pay until I was fifty. But I realised that I always needed to check my emails or get onto the net and my last phone didn’t have an Internet connection.

The idea slipped my mind until John mentioned a guest lecturer Stephen Quinn coming to talk about the mobile phone and journalism. Super keen and excited I waited for Friday to come.

Sitting through Stephens lecture on mobile journalism (MOJO) and how journalists could use these amazing tiny devices to break news gave me a stroke of inspiration to get that beautiful blackberry. I had my eye on it for a while, it was like a sign telling me that it needed me, and well I obviously succumbed to my desire and signed up straight after friday’s class.

As the Vodafone guy gave me the papers to sign, the reality dawned on me, what if I go over my cap, what if I am debited a thousand dollars?, these were the thoughts that shot through my mind. Slowly as I signed, I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil. However, as Stephen mentioned in his lecture these small devices are a necessity for a journalist, although I wasn’t too convinced.

The Blackberry bold 9700 that I got has a 2x megapixel camera with audio and video recording. Not really thinking that much of it I walked around the city with my friends laughing and shopping until I heard music.

We gravitated towards the centre of Queen Street where the Music Video Mash Up competition just happened to be held and where a local brisbane band Skinny Jean was performing.

So I stood there not thinking twice I whipped out my phone, began taking photos, and recorded as much audio as I could. I didn’t know what the lead singer of the bands name was, so I jumped onto their myspace website and quickly took down notes during their performance. I also looked up the Music Video Mash Up website and found the organisers names and sponsors.

Then after, I popped on my ‘Avelima Eliepa journalist’ media alliance tag and ran out back, nervous but determined I walked right up to the lead singer and asked him for an interview. Knowing that I have bad teeline, I happily held out my phone and recorded everything he said as I interviewed him.

The band was so nice. I was hoping he couldn’t see my hand shake as I held the phone to my mouth then to his. Nevertheless, the interview was a success. I wouldn’t have had any pictures, audio or footage if it wasn’t for that phone or stroke of inspiration from Stephen’s lecture.

It may not have been the best quality but at least I know that when I am in a situation where I need pictures, notes and audio fast the beautiful blackberry I own can handle the load. Gotta love mobile journalism.

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Smoke on my coffee run

Today I bumped into an old friend on my coffee run. I was heading to Gloria Jeans (where they don’t surcharge on public holidays) to feed my caffeine addiction, and he was heading to a convenience store to feed his nicotine addiction.

I sometimes think I nurture an expensive habit – how many newspaper subscriptions could my coffee money be funding? But today I forgave myself.

Today I was glad I didn’t need a daily packet of smokes like the poor guy that I, like an insensitive journo, proceeded to interrogate.

So you obviously didn’t stock up before the price hike? (He wished he did). Do you think the heavy tax will drive a black market? Do you think it’s unfair that smokers are targeted? What do you think about the plans for plain packaging? And so on…

I asked these questions to try and get a smoker’s view. Helpfully, he lit up in front of me.

Now, I don’t really have a strong for or against opinion on the whole thing, but I’m not too sympathetic to smokers and I don’t mind them funding the health system.

I actually agree with Abbot – it is a panic tax, but ‘it might have some useful health spin-offs’, as he says, and I’m not opposed to that.

My friend, let’s call him Mr S (for Smoker hehhee), pretty much held the same view. He’s an economics oriented guy, and to him, it made sense economically.

He is still buying his packet for the meantime because he can afford it.

“A lot of kids won’t be able to though; I guess that’s the point,” he said.

They’ll just have to go cold turkey – apparently the cost of patches won’t be much help.

So Mr S didn’t have a strong ideological stand on the issue – yes we are an easy target, but that’s just obvious, I’d say it’s more about revenue raising than sincere health concern, I don’t think it would help anyone to make smoking illegal, look at all the druggos, etc…

What I appreciated about his views as a smoker was that he was taking responsibility for his habit and therefore couldn’t blame anyone else for the inconvenience it caused.

It looks like I’ll have to talk to someone else to get ‘the other side’ though.

Oh, and I may have said I’m unsympathetic to smokers, but I do not vilify them. Mr S got some evil glares and fake coughs when he lit up, but I just thought – ‘Do you choke and splutter when you start your car up?’

It’s obvious that my personal views on this are mixed. I’ll admit maybe it’s because sometimes I have a ciggie when I feel like it. I also sometimes eat Hungry Jacks, and drink beer more than I should. But I’m really, really glad that I’m not addicted to smoking, fast food, or alcohol. I would be indifferent if there were a tax-hike on the latter two as well.

Someone once said to me “We all choose our addictions, unless you’re a crack-baby.”

So it’s coffee for me, and it would be different if that were hit. But I don’t see clinic waiting rooms filled with sad coffee-addicts…I see J-schoolers churning out articles on a caffeine-high (!!) …So, I’m off to make a cuppa.

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