This week the award goes to Huey Lewis and The News, and the feature song is one Clive Robertson decided to play for me a bit over a week ago.
I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around
But I couldn’t take the punishment, and had to settle down
Now I’m playin’ it real straight, and yes I cut my hair
You might think I’m crazy, but I don’t even care
’cause I can tell what’s going on
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
I like my bands in business suits, I watch ’em on TV
I’m working out most everyday and watchin’ what I eat
They tell me that it’s good for me, but I don’t even care
I know that it’s crazy
I know that it’s nowhere
There is no denying that
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
So hip to be square
It’s not too hard to figure out, you see it everyday
And those that were the farthest out have gone the other way
You see them on the freeway, it don’t look like a lot of fun
But don’t you try to fight it; an idea who’s time has come.
Don’t tell me that I’m crazy
Don’t tell me I’m nowhere
Take it from me
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
So hip to be square
Tell ’em boys
Here there and everywhere
Hip hip, so hip to be square
Here, there and everywhere
Hip, hip
Here there and everywhere
Hip hip, so hip to be square
Here, there and everywhere
Hip, hip
Here there and everywhere
Hip hip, so hip to be square
Here, there and everywhere
Hip, hip
Here there and everywhere
Hip hip, so hip to be square
Here, there and everywhere
(So hip to be square)
Hip, hip
NRL Round 21 Knights v Dragons Bulldogs v Eels Titans v Tigers Cowboys v Raiders Panthers v Rabbitohs Roosters v Warriors Eagles v Broncos Sharks v Storm
AFL Round 18 Bulldogs v Saints Blues v Magpies Cats v Tigers Crows v Power Lions v Kangaroos Demons v Swans Hawks v Bombers Eagles v Dockers
To answer Brandy's question, no, human enduced global warming is not fair dinkum. The whole notion of humans being the primary reason for global warming is ludicrous…and as for the nut case who rang up earlier to suggest that we shouldn't have any night time football matches because it's warming the planet, how about we send him off to another planet, then this planet will be a lot cooler because he won't be spurting crazy hot air!
At least I think it’s supposed to be a poem…whatever it is, the bees are incoherent:
Late February, and the air’s so balmy
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
Traces of those deep cuts lie thickly upon
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
By trees—or might see as the masonry
III. Earliest Recorded Northern Explorers: The Greeks and the Vikings
Place of absorbing snow, itself to be
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Dreaming time has reversed—and you,
Billows the fog, cloaks
Summer bees were saying
Some stubborn sprouts up through the stubble hay,
The road, but not far enough ahead
Swaying in unison beneath the snow,
It is as though I were at a second threshold.
Summer bees were saying
trainer flips young alligators over on their backs,
As if your human shape were what the storm
I’m not sure why the road is swaying under the snow, but as I said, the bees are incoherent.
Yesterday whilst performing a rather mundane task in the laundry, I noticed that a political flyer had been thrown (probably quite rightly) in to the recycling bin. As I had nothing better to do whilst monitoring the mundane task being conducted by a household appliance, I picked up the flyer and read it.
I was shocked. A person who wants me to elect him in to government so that he can make the world a better place (or so they all claim), has posted a flyer out to just about every house in the electorate which, amongst other things, talks about how he can improve education, and yet the flyer is riddled with errors.
One typographical error might be excusable, maybe even two, but this flyer is just laughable.
(Click the picture to enlarge)
Amongst the errors:
Some examples of how this year’s federal benefits our local community includes:
There’s a missing “budget” in there.
This builds upon the $36.7 billion on personal tax cuts
I’m sure that’s supposed to read “of personal tax cuts”.
A commitment of $58.8 million to improve Constitution Avenue and the Russell roundabout will workers heading toFyswick and the Russell defence complex.
I could have been certain that Fyshwick had a “h” in it…unless Troy knows of a new secret suburb. The rest of the sentence is also quite interesting.
Both the University of Canberra and the ANU will benefit from the $5 billion Higher Education Endowment Fund that will finances new research facilities.
But will it finances me?
A $103 million program will provide risk assessments and treatments for those at high risk of developing type Type 2 diabetes.
“type Type 2 diabetes”? That must be a new medical condition.
The real question here is, how can I trust someone who doesn’t bother to check his own mass mail outs for errors, to run the country and not make such fundamental errors whilst doing so?
I am forwarding a copy of this article to Troy Williams and will invite him to comment.
Update: Troy Williams was courteous enough to comment about an hour after I sent him an email. Troy’s reply is in my view very reassuring, as he appears to be very interested in the concerns, no matter how trivial, of the people in his electorate. Troy’s reply follows:
Dear Samuel
Thanks for your e-mail and the problem was identified immediately after distribution. The problem was at the technical end when a draft was sent to print rather than the approved version and as a consequence we have reviewed processes.
I have received considerable and favourable feedback from this brochure and others, largely indicating that it has been the message and not the vehicle that remains important. The reality is that many in our community are sick of being taken for granted by the current Labor member who suddenly becomes active in an election year, then goes quiet for the following years. One person dubbed him the “Missing Member for Fraser” due to his inactivity.
There are serious issues to be debated in this election and I welcome your participation in this debate.
I had a rather unusual dream a couple nights ago. In this dream a film crew is scheduled to arrive at my house on Saturday morning, however for some reason Saturday somehow turns in to AFL Grand Final day, and the film crew turned at 3:30pm, and then to make matters more peculiar, they turned up with a heap of green mesh and decided to film that.
As it happens a film crew is coming on Saturday, but there is no chance of these people turning up on Grand Final day, and they certainly won’t be filming green mesh.
I think the important thing to remember when it comes to unmarked police vehicles is that it is actually a criminal offence to impersonate a police officer, and as such, if somebody is pulled over by somebody pretending to be a police officer, they should ring the police and report it. When it comes down to the crunch, a real police officer isn't going to mind if you call a police station to check that they do work there.
July certainly went rather quickly, and as today is the first day of August, it’s time to take another look in the Vault.
This time we’re going back to the 19th of March 2006.
Samuel’s Musician Of The Week
March 19th, 2006 at 07:36pm
This week the award goes to Tom Jones, and the feature song is one I remember hearing in the lounge room when I was about three or four years old. I must have heard it regularly as I had a game of running around the circular mat on the floor whenever it was on.
The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho’ the paint is cracked and dry,
and there’s that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me, at four grey wall that surround me
and I realiae, yes I was only dreaming.
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre –
arm in arm we’ll walk at daybreak.
Again I’ll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they’ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
