Tag Archives: choices

It’s not about the baggie

Posted on March 4, 2015 by rustichello

It seems certain that Andrew Chan and Myu Sukumaran will be executed over the next few days, and there’s no question that executing them is a greater crime than importing all the heroin in the entire golden triangle. It’s a simple … Continue reading →

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stop making sense

Posted on September 21, 2014 by rustichello

Earlier this year, or perhaps late last year, a correspondent, one of my boon companions from my undergraduate years, asked me where Marx went wrong. It wasn’t that broad a question in the asking but over time and consideration it … Continue reading →

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the deployment of loathing

Posted on November 5, 2013 by rustichello

It might just be me but has anyone else noticed that Rebekah Brooks’ hair gets redder and redder, even when it’s just file footage? I’ve been wondering about this. It feels symptomatic of something being not quite right about the … Continue reading →

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a deeper and whiter grey

Posted on September 3, 2013 by rustichello

Strange memories of a nervous election night. Five years later, six? It seems like a lifetime. It felt like a peak, a summit of sorrow. It was a night built around that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of … Continue reading →

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a hole in the bucket

Posted on April 5, 2013 by rustichello

I’ve been striving for something, a means to make my resources go a bit further without needlessly placing myself at breaking point over and over again. For the most part this has involved working with a self-produced echolalic ticking clock. … Continue reading →

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Boo Radley’s house

Posted on February 5, 2013 by rustichello

Gentrification is old news, it’s been going on for a long time, but not in my neighbourhood, at least not until recently. I’m part of it, we got our place fixed up, and we’ve done the renovation thing. Nice kitchen, a cleanable … Continue reading →

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not a fake moai

Posted on January 25, 2013 by rustichello

Shortly before Christmas I found myself at a rainy market, on a morning of cold showers and a harsh, gusting southerly. I braced myself with a bacon & egg roll and went wandering around. Somewhere there I saw a bunch … Continue reading →

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on a level playing field…

Posted on January 18, 2013 by rustichello

Late last year US Secretary of State, Hilary Clinton, crossed the Pacific and came to hang out with her Australian counterparts. At a news conference in Perth she said that the rise of China, in the context of the political … Continue reading →

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machine sans fantôme

Posted on January 7, 2013 by rustichello

After the fag ends of the cricket yesterday afternoon I found myself at the pub discussing the forthcoming technological singularity. This is supposed to be the point where all the creations of humanity reach a point of superabundant intelligence that those creations … Continue reading →

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the market ate my homework

Posted on November 28, 2012 by rustichello

So here’s a whinge, an unreconstructed rant really: markets are inventions. We make them, we devise them, we regulate them, and we invoke them as tikis to an all-powerful naturalizing force that absolves all of us for the injustices that … Continue reading →

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