Posts by Joe Wylie
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As other Nats begin to realise he's taking them to defeat, they'll turn on him.
So it was said about Muldoon, year in, year out, until it began to sound like whistling in the dark. Not that I'm suggesting even for a moment that there's any parallel.
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I wonder if Antonioni's dusty hippies were still there, fucking uncomfortably in the dirt?
Yeah, bit like turning up at Woodstock five years late and rolling around amongst the cows.
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What little exposure I've had to post-structuralism has left me with a hankering for a first-person-shooter-type game where you drive a laundry van through the streets of Paris, scuttling stray semioticians.
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Sadistic Mika Band -
I am thinking, for example, of Galtung & Ruge's analysis of the factors which determine 'news value'; which is a good starting point for examining conventional wisdom and self-confirming practice in journalism.
Crossed my mind to give a thumbs-up to that when you mentioned it earlier. Having done a rather mediocre stage one communications paper (not at Waikato) not so long ago, the concept of 'news values' was the most valuable thing I was exposed to. While it no doubt has much in common with the concerns of "PoMo", it's straightforward, lucid, and easily grasped and, provided one takes the trouble to apply it to the real world, empowering.
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Those who advocate the deconstruction of the work of lesser mortals tend to take it badly when it's their turn to be deconstructed.
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The The Canterbury Pilgrims & Early Settlers Association has lowered the bar so that anyone with ancestors who hit the dirt prior to October 31 1876 can join. Which kind of begs the old Groucho Marx question, would you want to join a club that would accept you as a member? Anyway, somehow I don't think that welcome extends to Ngai Tahu.
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There's a chapter from Mary Anne, Lady Barker's hard to find Boys in Peter Hunt's Anthology of Children's Literature that provides a remarkable portrait of early colonial Christchurch. A gun-toting bogan ventures out to the colonies hoping to indulge his boganist tendencies, only to find himself hopelessly out-boganed. 1850s Christchurch is shown to have its present-day bogan underpinnings already well in place, with the gullies along the Sumner road strewn with the wrecks of runaway drays, and drink-addled solid citizens paying five pounds apiece for imported thrushes and blackbirds, while threatening mayhem to anyone who dares take a potshot at their feathered friends. Plus ça change.
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One of the peculiarities of "first-four-ship-worship" is that they were comparatively late in the play - . . .
It's a wankfest on stilts. After all, there were over a thousand honkies of all persuasions established in the Canterbury area when the first of the "first" dropped anchor.
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if it's not one of the first four, it might as well be number seven million and forty bloody eight! now get to the back of the queue girl!
True enough, but the list is here. A bunch of mine arrived steerage on no.freaking 13 (no banjo as far as I know). What kind of ship do you reckon that would that be, Giovanni?
(btw, it's not only people from chc that make dull-brained assumptions based on where a person went to school...)
Not quite true. That peculiar form of class-based bum-sniffing is rampant on Sydney's lower North Shore.