Just to tease out: on the one hand the effectiveness you might want from the media - as an ideal - might be to produce in it's audience an impression of the nature and significance of a situation. I don't think it's ever worked that way - as opposed to just, you know, putting it out there - and to actually succeed you would need focus group polling at least as good as Key's. People do have their own priorities, which may or may not include the issue at hand. Or paying attention. Certainly if mass media start hectoring or lecturing they hear from their audience real quick.
On the other hand the utterances of politicians - perhaps especially their justifications - appear to increasingly be pitched for effect rather than meaning. Reporting on the utterances, no matter how, would be at best facilitating that approach to politics, at worst making yourself the servant of whoever is best at it or whoever you report the most.
I suppose it could be possible to not do that, but I'm not sure you can get there from here. And everyone would have to play.
Or maybe Key is right...
See? Now you're doing it too. :)
Did we see Get Up, Stand Up?
Big pile of talent in political engagement thingy. More www.gusu.co.nz
On my scan of the act the critical word was 'news'. As if, by the time something is a book, it must be olds.
That Times front page:
ALL SCHOOLS MUST TEACH WHAT IT IS TO BE BRITISH [photo of Rik]
This popped up in my Twitter stream - a couple of funny bastards who fire off each other and really know how to work an audience.
(The description says "Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson momentarily break character" but it's more than five minutes.)
Actually, what follows is relevent:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension.
We are their parents and original.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have sucked up from the sea
Contagious fogs, which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents.
The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard.
The fold stands empty in the drownèd field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock.
The nine-men’s-morris is filled up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here.
No night is now with hymn or carol blessed.
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound.
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.
I recall reading the weather was actually like this at the time (A Midsummer Night's Dream, II,i). And Terry Jones talks about coming out of the cold periods in the little ice age - I was left with the impression the climate is never so cruel as when it's changing.
Properly traditional pretzels are done with lye, I think, but people most use a strong baking soda solution for that. *googles* some people reckon it works for olives.
I have a recipe in a big ole Hare Krishna cookbook for a guava jam that (of course) went well with feijoas - unrefined sugar and a bit of spice cooked in ghee at the end, including just enough chilli to warm it. And there is a fine feijoa liquer recipe in the archives of this website.
I'm still hoping they also asked whether John Key's silly-hat addiction was 'worthy of a Prime Minister'. But my yardstick remains last election, when they polled people on who they thought was going to win the election