Another gem reblogged from the hilarious Rocketnews. Unfortunately, my cat is a tortoiseshell.
This sweet illustrated story for kids of all ages was created by DaydreamsinWonderland for the blog CardCastlesInTheSky.
Just…weird. But delightfully so.
In Australia, everyone seems intent on buying bigger and bigger houses. In fact, I read recently that we have the biggest average house sizes in the world. But bigger is not necessarily better, as these teeny tiny Japanese houses prove.
A great column in which Evan Sanders says that while university might well be the best years of your life, it’s not necessarily so: that the best years can be all the years you are living, even if there are struggles along the way. It’s a lesson in making the best of what we have.
First of all, right off the bat, I just wanted to say that there is nothing wrong with the saying “They were right, college was the 4 best years of my life” or any other saying related to that idea. Yesterday was exactly one year since I graduated from university and seeing all of the pictures of everyone’s caps and gowns really brought me back. But those short sayings about college being the best 4 years (or 5 for those super seniors) really struck me and I got to thinking.
I was taught a while ago that in this moment there is nothing, no past, no future, it is perfect…nothing to fix or change. From nothing, I can create – anything. And then I thought back to my experiences at school. Many were up, many were down. But then I thought about the whole entire idea and started to ask…
View original post 667 more words
Blogger and journalist Hugh Jones talks sense on newspaper apps and newspaper editing.
Here’s a thought-provoking take on the controversial question of copyright and how old laws need to be revised to accommodate the internet.
When Shakespeare plays were originally performed, it was not allowed for audience members to bring in paper for fear that they would write down and steal the plays. To counter this, furtive audience members would go to performances and each remember different sections of the plays, then meet later and write down all they could remember. Each section was then stitched together, and the works were stolen regardless.
With the development of the printing press, pirated material began to be spread rapidly. Action was taken politically to attempt to stop intellectual property from being copied or stolen. In 1662 the Licensing of the Press Act was passed to restrict the reprinting of material without advance permission from the owners. This act planted the seed for the establishment of copyright law.
View original post 830 more words
My friend and former colleague, Kenny, makes some great points about suburban newspapers.
My appreciation for and reliance on our suburban press for finding out what is going on in my community have both deepened significantly in recent years.
This process has been hastened by my metropolitan newspaper career fading to memory, at the very time those newspapers fight for survival and seem often to be pre-occupied with major sport, federal politics, shock/horror and click bait.
And, until recently, I was even working on either a regional newspaper (Geelong Advertiser) or its free, weekly “giveaways”, and even (more recently) for the proprietors of one of our three suburban titles.
As well, doing Consider The Sauce has really heightened my desire for information about what’s going on in the greater western suburbs. And I’m not just talking about restaurant reviews – reading the suburban press has hipped me to many festivals and community events, as well as providing information about local politics…
View original post 779 more words
This is a brilliant piece about the way renters are treated by letting agents, especially when they have been instructed to sell a property. What is it with these people? Why can’t they be nice?
About a week before I was due to go on holiday I received a phone call.
“Hello Sue, my name is Nadia and I’d like to arrange a meeting to talk to you about selling the house”. After 2 years of renting, this was how we found out that the landlady had decided to put the house up for auction!
Since that call we have had nothing but trouble. Nadia did not turn up for the initial meeting (which I left work early for), correction she did turn up, put a ‘For Auction’ sign up on the fence, got in the car and drove off without even a knock on the door tell us what she was doing or to cancel the meeting. When I rang to complain she tried to tell me that I’d got the date wrong then tried to rearranged the meeting for the bank holiday Monday.
View original post 704 more words
I’m Caron Eastgate Dann, a writer, journalist and academic based in Melbourne, Australia. This blog investigates rediscovery, from old books to childhood hobbies, from discussing favourite recipes to travelling back to favourite destinations. It’s not a nostalgic trip down a clichéd memory lane, however: rather, it will discuss how aspects of the past can be very much part of the present and can be integrated with new media and 21st-century ideas. I started thinking about this a few years ago when a technician was doing some work on my computer system. I asked if I needed a new modem, because the one I had was quite old. “Actually, it’s fine,” he said. “Not everything old has to be thrown away”.
If you’d like to know where the title The Crayon Files comes from, find out here.