man. do not let me be that type of writer

I have recently read ths article and I have some issues with it.
Having read the blog entry to which the article referrs, and having read that bloggers’ site for a while, I suspect the article’s author has gotten hold of the wrong end of the stick.
Not one to pull my punches, I’ve no trouble with public scuffling. in fact, i quite like it. most of the time. the age article, however, seems misinformed. the blogger – who i don’t actually know in person (though i think we’ve met), but who’s blog i read and who i’ve ‘spoken’ to online in blog comments and other discussions, is one of the least confrontational and least stroppy bloggers i know. the article’s author is kind of, well, wrong in the things she’s read. down with her. up with everyone else.
to return to the age’s article.
that piece is fairly sorry-arse in content and thought. i’ve only read through it once or twice (quickly) and am writing this entry quickly (i want to return to this topic, though), but i was struck by this bit: the article’s author apparently sees the rise of blogging as part of the

democratisation of debate

i sigh.
i shake my head.
really: are we still buying that old line? i mean, really, who’s believed that the internet and blogging is in any way a demonstration of democracy?
sheesh.
the ‘internet’ … wait, … the Internet … is hardly a democratic place, with all voices of all citizens present in any type of equitable discourse. it’s the territory of white middle class kids. and most of those are blokes.
i want to mention that i read that age article online.
i want to talk about journalism and blogging and blogging as ‘journalism’.
i want to talk about public and private talk (and the bullshit myth that the two were ever different animals).
i have so much more to say about this article, but i have to go to a party and i don’t want to go cranky. plus i have a new dress to go try on. priorities.
but if the slandered blogger is reading this, please: ignore that rubbishy article. it’s a bundle of crap. and the clearest case of bullying i’ve read in a while.

quick update

i know the comments aren’t working yet, folks, but i’m too busy to sort it out just yet! so hang loose til i deal with it…
btw, anyone want to buy an MLX5 tshirt? they’re black with a white shoe and ‘MLX5’ in the mlx5 font next to it. they should arrive in about… a week and a half? only $22. and some are sweatshop free. yay!

another entry

this entry is pretty much just a test.
i’m fiddling with dogpossum again, mostly because i’m having thesis blockage issue. but a meeting with the supes on wednesday will fix that right up.
goddamn this blockage – of course it would happen NOW when i’m right near the end and cruising along comfortably with the mlx prep… i can never do anything when i don’t have a deadline hanging over me1

dogpossum lives!

finally we get around to reincarnating dogpossum.
like that new title? i drew it by hand then coloured it in with photoshop. i think i prefer the hand-coloured effect, but i couldn’t be arsed going back and colouring in all the masters.
on a technical front, we’ve installed the new, flasher version of moveable type (3.something). the author interface is swish. there are new features (including layers of categories – which willl be a nice thing when i finally upgrade freeswingpress to the newer version of movable type).
the squeeze thought shifting my dead dogpossum files to the new movable type would be easy. one hour tops. yeah, right.
so don’t hold your breath – read back through old entries as they’re uploaded, perhaps…

home again, home again

i’m home again.
early morning arrival yesterday, though the plane was delayed in heathrow for 3 hours we made incredible time and were only about an hour late in to melbourne.
the flight was ok: quite empty as the delay had stuffed up people’s connecting with us. i scored a three seater to myself on the second leg from singapore, and slept a bit.
melbourne was a chilly, wet shock. we retired to bed as soon as we got home and though we’d only intended a quick nap, i slept until 5pm. then up for a couple of hours and back to bed by 9pm.
i don’t mind this jetlag thing: i beat it with hardcore sleeping.
today i was awake by 6am. i hassled The Squeeze until he sent me off to get some stuff for breakfast.
i am much less tired than he is, i think.
today we rode to smith street where i purchased replacement dance shoes. $25 for fancy arse keds. new, improved padding and support. a wider toe. rockin’. then dropped them in at the shoe man for sueding. he’s upped his prices from $20 to $35, but that still works out at $55 for brand new dance shoes. not bad, considering they hardly last a year (and the last ones only lasted 9 months).
priorities, huh? ah well. we also had a lovely lunch at a cafe on brunswick street. hoorah for excellent sandwiches.

i think i’m over my jetlag, now. i don’t mind those massive flights, either. it made it heaps better to have a less-full plane.
i’m really glad to be back in the land of good food. i couldn’t hack that english cuisine much longer. The Squeeze is certainly iron wok brunswick: how lovely to be presented with gorgeous stir fry last night.

in my absense the university has gone insane. i have about a million irritating forms to fill out. seems the rgso couldn’t figure out that my ‘o’ form really did mean that i was away on field work and wouldn’t be able to do my progress report. despite my follow up emails to the uni, there was still a little drama. gotta sort that out tomorrow. and i have to add up all my receipts from my trip.
sigh.

it was certainly worth it, though. i will write more about that later…

and i didn’t have time or opportunity to blog much while i was away. certainly not while i was in herrang. tooo busy. tooo tired.

it’s good to be home, but i really liked travelling. and i like travelling on my own, as well. though it’s certainly good to be back.

now i need to chase down a phsyio/podiatrist. my poor feet….

holy styles batman!

p>why yes, that is a broken template you see before you.
seems i’m not happy with a blog unless it’s goddamn BROKEN.

i am fiddling with dogpossum. it may or may not ever get fixed.
fukked if i know what happened.

djing excitement

and the comments on the recent entry have made me think perhaps i should respond in greater detail.

and then i got to making pumpkin bread and putting up dj profiles on FSP – check them out there on the right hand column.
this interests me for a number of reasons. i think it’s important to promote live swinging jazz to swing dancers in melbourne as part of an effort to Keep It Real, to keep us connected to the musicians. but i also think it’s important to hang on to the vast wealth of music produced in the 30s and 40s and beyond and before these decades. i mean, you could dj every night for a year and never ever play all the amazing swing danceable music recorded. this stuff was KILLER good (i almost typed killer-diller, but held myself back).
despite this cornucopia of goodness available, there’s an awfully big load of shit being djed in melbourne these days.
i am a purist when it comes to my lindy hopping music. if i’m going out to dance ‘swing’ dances – to lindy hop or whatever – i like the music to swing. sure, it’s fun to dance to other stuff, but i can hear that shit anywhere. there are so few places available for me to go hear some good swinging jazz and dance some good swinging dance on a decent floor with a crowd of fellow devotees.
i do also believe that the music you dance to informs the way you dance. so if you’re dancing to un-swing, your dancing won’t swing. etc etc.

i think that we need not only to teach new dancers ‘moves’ and body stuff and the history of the dance (i think we need to remember the afro-american history of this dance. it’s the scariest type of appropriation otherwise), but also about the music. swinging jazz isn’t popular music any more. young people especially don’t hear it much any more. they don’t know artists or styles or song names. they don’t know the difference between ‘cool’ and ‘hot’ jazz, they don’t know who count basie was and how important he was not only to jazz but also to jazz dancers.
so i think teachers should play swinging jazz in dance classes.
this helps dancers develop not only a knowledge about swinging jazz and ‘dance’ music, but also their own particular tastes.
this is important because one of the defences i’ve heard for playing bullshit unswing carp music at dance nights, is that the ‘new’ dancers want to hear stuff they ‘know’.

man. and these people call themselves a business? do they know nothing about creating markets for products?

so, i think – as well as playing decent music in classes – we also need to publicly discuss and demonstrate the importance of music and musical discourse through our attention to djs and djing practice. we should ask questions about how djs work, the music they play, their working conditions and levels of ‘professionalism’. we should value our djs and the work they do, encourage them to explore music and how to play it, value their own contribution and take their role in the community seriously.
and we should do this by talking about djing.

i also think it’s important for dancers to get critical about the music they listen to. they should start asking for djs to research music and seek out new material, to get historical relevency up them, as well as exploring contemporary works.

so i’m doing my bit through promoting local melbourne djs on my website. maybe providing a list of djs in melbourne as i do bands and venues.

i also have lots of ideas about fostering new djing talent in the community. about how to encourage women into djing, and how to make djing accessible for people without the funds to buy big on cds.
just ask me.