<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:08:03.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Novocastria Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Caution: this page may contain traces of nuts...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108894534833678260</id><published>2004-07-04T22:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:50:06.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Last Post, Ever, Ever, Except for Maybe One More</title><summary type='text'> Right, this is just to point out that I've started a new blog. It's address is: http://www.willtypeforfood.blogspot.com  As you can see from reading the blog, it's basically a way of reaching employers or people who might know employers. Not to mention an excuse to have a whinge about my usual obsessions, without feeling entirely guilty about not looking for jobs 25 hours a day, 8 days a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108894534833678260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108894534833678260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894534833678260' title='Absolutely Last Post, Ever, Ever, Except for Maybe One More'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108642243944827685</id><published>2004-06-05T17:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T18:00:39.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Voice from Beyond the Grave</title><summary type='text'>Hello. Me again.Not hanging about for long - this is still to all intents and purposes an 'ex-blog.' But just had to post this: I HAVE FEEDBACK! A month or so after closing this blog down, I've got a wonderful tirade, courtesy of Scott Hillard, who I blogged about some time ago. If you want to get the context, re-read that original post, then come back here to enjoy Scott's response, in all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108642243944827685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108642243944827685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108642243944827685' title='A Voice from Beyond the Grave'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108362825202108206</id><published>2004-05-04T09:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T09:54:58.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Can</title><summary type='text'>Here's a list of classic books posted by Scott Wickstein and Tex; you highlight the ones you've read. So...1984, George Orwell Depressing.The Alchemist, Paulo CoelhoAlice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis CarrollAnimal Farm, George OrwellAnna Karenina, Leo TolstoyAnne Of Green Gables, LM MontgomeryArtemis Fowl, Eoin ColferThe BFG, Roald DahlBirdsong, Sebastian FaulksBlack Beauty, Anna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108362825202108206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108362825202108206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108362825202108206' title='Because I Can'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108354739386188196</id><published>2004-05-03T11:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:27:35.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Underwhelmed</title><summary type='text'> A barely significant minority wins an unimportantly low proportion of the vote in an obscure Tasmanian electorate. The Green Left Weakly is mighty chuffed: Socialist Alliance tops 5%!HOBART — With 78% of the vote counted by the end of polling night on May 1, Socialist Alliance candidate Kamala Emanuel had received 860 votes or 5.27% in the Tasmanian upper house seat of Elwick. Greens </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108354739386188196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108354739386188196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108354739386188196' title='Underwhelmed'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108324109102149293</id><published>2004-04-29T22:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:22:27.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More Serious Journalism from a Respected News Source</title><summary type='text'> Paul and Carl: asking the tough questions.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108324109102149293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108324109102149293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324109102149293' title='More Serious Journalism from a Respected News Source'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108323993695653577</id><published>2004-04-29T21:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:21:11.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For All Youse Romantics</title><summary type='text'> ... Achewood has all your romance needs covered.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108323993695653577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108323993695653577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323993695653577' title='For All Youse Romantics'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108323888605119373</id><published>2004-04-29T21:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:45:42.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal In Port Stephens!!!</title><summary type='text'> Apparently God has been subtly rigging the polls at Port Stephens to get the desired results: West Ward Councillor Sally Dover told the new Port Stephens Council at its first meeting whether they believed it or not, they had been appointed by God. Scandalous! Shocking! Stupefying! (etc etc) This God person must be stopped immediately before he destroys the foundations of our democracy! (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108323888605119373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108323888605119373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323888605119373' title='Scandal In Port Stephens!!!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108312423867097684</id><published>2004-04-28T13:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T13:55:05.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>As Usual, I'm Confused</title><summary type='text'> According to a story picked up by Al-Hayat, members of Al-Qaeda working for Al-Zarqawi have been found in Jordan with WMD that probably came from Jordan that may have come from Iraq that may have been the very Weapons of Mass Destruction that George Bush was looking for. Anyway, it's all very important. Read story here. Uh... would someone please massage my brain?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108312423867097684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108312423867097684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312423867097684' title='As Usual, I&apos;m Confused'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108311895952019318</id><published>2004-04-28T12:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T12:26:54.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm Alert!!!</title><summary type='text'> Washington, Tuesday - in a move that has shocked nobody, President of the USA, George Bush, has announced: "I was wrong and the hippies were right. I should never have invaded Iraq. I should have realised, what the Iraqi people need is love, not war. War has never solved anything." When questioned by journalists what caused this sudden turn-around in policy, Mr. Bush said, "It had to happen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311895952019318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311895952019318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311895952019318' title='Sarcasm Alert!!!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108311764528073830</id><published>2004-04-28T11:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T12:05:00.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of the Day</title><summary type='text'> You've had word of the day, quote of the day, man of the day, and time of the day - so why not day of the day? Novocastria is pleased to announce that the day of the day today is: Wednesday! It's just 24 hours after Tuesday, and 24 hours before Thursday. It's wedged neatly in the middle of the week, a median day, a not-quite day, a day that's unsure whether it's beginning or ending, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311764528073830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311764528073830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311764528073830' title='Day of the Day'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108311686267406321</id><published>2004-04-28T11:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T11:53:33.186+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Year That Wrong Isn't?</title><summary type='text'> Harry Hutton at Chase Me Ladies records an incomprehensible conversation with a student: "How to say [in English] trouser," he asked, "but isn't trouser?""Huh?" I said."Isn't trouser. What it is?" I had a similar experience yesterday. Matt, a young kid I know, asks me: "If I was 22, what year would it be?" "2004", I reply. "No!" he shoots back. "I mean, how old would I be?" "22", I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311686267406321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311686267406321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311686267406321' title='What Year That Wrong Isn&apos;t?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108311537048853087</id><published>2004-04-28T11:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T11:27:05.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidel Diddled</title><summary type='text'> Fake humanitarian Fidel Castro must be feeling real stupid after holding a real 25-minute phone conversation with a fake Hugo Chavez: Two Miami radio journalists were fined $5,463 dollars for broadcasting a phone conversation that fooled Cuban President Fidel Castro into believing he was talking with Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez.Joe Ferrero and Enrique Santos, of Spanish-language radio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311537048853087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311537048853087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311537048853087' title='Fidel Diddled'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108311445678344474</id><published>2004-04-28T10:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T11:12:48.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When You Thought You'd Heard the Last of the Plastic Turkeys...</title><summary type='text'>I'm a turkey girlIn a turkey wo -o-orld,Made of plastic,It's fantastic...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311445678344474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108311445678344474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311445678344474' title='Just When You Thought You&apos;d Heard the Last of the Plastic Turkeys...'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108296413272151578</id><published>2004-04-26T16:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:30:23.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spectator Inspected</title><summary type='text'> Do great magazines die, or do they just go on and on?  Tim Blair links to Mark Steyn and Denis Boyles, who both claim to see a decline in the quality of journalism over at The Spectator, the mouthpiece for Conservative Britain. His readers seem to agree. Of course, they have in mind the most recent issue, which published articles by Andrew Gilligan, Sam Kiley and Rod Liddle, all strongly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108296413272151578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108296413272151578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108296413272151578' title='Spectator Inspected'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108294500136906970</id><published>2004-04-26T11:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:32:35.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><summary type='text'> Tim Blair alerts us to an entertaining new blog, Chase Me Ladies! It's only a week old, but it's already clocked up an impressive list of bad puns, entertaining stories, killer facts, meditations on the state of the statuary in London, and several innovative dating techniques. I think I'll be following this blog regularly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108294500136906970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108294500136906970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108294500136906970' title='New Blog'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108286725194925685</id><published>2004-04-25T14:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:32:24.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><summary type='text'> Paul and Carl have an exciting scoop on the new series of Big Brother about to go to air. Click here for the details! They also get the dirt on a frightening group of terrorists - the notorious Al-gebra movement. Why go to a respectable news source when you can get your daily dose of lies for free at P&amp;C's Daily Diatribe?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108286725194925685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108286725194925685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108286725194925685' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108286688129152287</id><published>2004-04-25T14:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T14:25:32.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News! Bradd Pitt has sex change!</title><summary type='text'> ... or at least that's what this link on msn suggests. "Win a girl's night out with Brad Pitt". In other news, I spotted an advertisement from the Sydney Symphony Orchestra in yesterday's Australian; seems they're looking for a publisist! Yep! You heard me right! I wonder if they meant it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108286688129152287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108286688129152287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108286688129152287' title='Shocking News! Bradd Pitt has sex change!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108235825319688097</id><published>2004-04-19T17:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T17:08:16.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Postus Scriptum</title><summary type='text'> Tim Dunlop writes: I did actually write a long post yesterday but I somehow banished it to electronic oblivion and despite lengthy attempts to retrieve it, I failed miserably. It's a shame too because it was probably the best post I've ever written and may well have been the best post anyone has ever written. It captured my thinking on a number of topics and expressed it in the sort of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108235825319688097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108235825319688097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108235825319688097' title='Postus Scriptum'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108225064590214750</id><published>2004-04-18T10:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T11:14:47.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>APE RAPE!</title><summary type='text'> Let's take a look at this little article by Peter Singer about bonking beasts....  At a conference on great apes a few years ago, I spoke to a woman who had visited Camp Leakey, a rehabilitation center for captured orangutans in Borneo run by Birute Galdikas, sometimes referred to as "the Jane Goodall of orangutans" and the world's foremost authority on these great apes. At Camp Leakey, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108225064590214750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108225064590214750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108225064590214750' title='APE RAPE!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108220252046106288</id><published>2004-04-17T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T09:43:28.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloguretics</title><summary type='text'> Some Updates from the World of Blog.  The Rat Pack have a caption competition underway; head on over and make a caption of your own. Joy likes knitting; her third post inspires a fascinating comments thread over at Tim Blair's blog. Staying over at Blair's Blog, we find Tim looking at a piece on Professor Singer about George Bush that ... well, this is what it says: "Professor Singer said Mr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108220252046106288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108220252046106288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108220252046106288' title='Bloguretics'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108217071162626588</id><published>2004-04-17T12:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T13:02:30.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Botches</title><summary type='text'> Tim Blair is on a roll. Read his excellent dissection of Donna Mulhearn's account of being taken 'hostage', and then this post, where he catches Margo Kingston out.  I wonder if the ABC's Media Watch will pick up on these?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108217071162626588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108217071162626588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108217071162626588' title='Media Botches'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108203484228581782</id><published>2004-04-15T22:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T23:18:00.093+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ATSIC Given the Flick</title><summary type='text'> From Tim Blair comes the news that PM John Howard has announced the end of ATSIC. Branding the experiment in elected representation for indigenous people a "failure", Mr Howard said the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Commission would be abolished within months and not replaced. But  Labor got there first. March 30, 2004 - 4:47PMOpposition leader Mark Latham said today a Labor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108203484228581782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108203484228581782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108203484228581782' title='ATSIC Given the Flick'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108181440912303835</id><published>2004-04-13T09:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T10:37:27.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloetry 2</title><summary type='text'> Charles Austin, proprietor of the blog Sine Qua Non, blows us away with the following bloem, full of juicy, linky goodness: Nibblin' on cheesesteak,With Swiss for Pete's sake,Protestors screaming, "No blood for oil."Strummin' my six string,On my own jet, schwing!Mental shrimps, they're beginning to spoil.Wasted away again listening to James Carville,Searching for my lost sense of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108181440912303835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108181440912303835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181440912303835' title='Bloetry 2'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108175577761756996</id><published>2004-04-12T17:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:49:27.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolt and Salman</title><summary type='text'>BOLT: I'm talking to you as probably our most influential Muslim educator. And you're speaking to someone widely regarded by Muslim spokesmen as . . . SALMAN: A Muslim basher.  The opening of an interview between Andrew Bolt and Dr. Salah Salman, head of the King Khalid Islamic college. "We parted all smiles," writes Bolt, "although I doubt I reassured Salman much. Him I found charming, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108175577761756996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108175577761756996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175577761756996' title='Bolt and Salman'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108175431479797236</id><published>2004-04-12T17:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:25:00.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Philipism</title><summary type='text'> Philip Adams - the left-wing loony the right loves to hate - in a longer column about Ralph Nader mentions this interesting episode:Burnet, one of Australia’s greatest scientists, was arguing with Gorton who, slightly pissed, was talking about his plans (fortunately unrealised) for Australia to "go nuclear" in power generation. The Nobel Laureate rattled off objection after objection. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108175431479797236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108175431479797236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175431479797236' title='Philipism'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108175346366590299</id><published>2004-04-12T16:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:08:17.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat your Greens, but not too much</title><summary type='text'> Spoken like a true meatitarian: Peter Lalor writing in The Australian today... I'VE never met a vegetarian I liked. Believe me, I've met my share and have more than an intimate knowledge of the subject having closely researched it for the best part of 15 years.The mung bean mafia are generally prone to flatulence, have poor personal hygiene, make terrible dinner companions and share a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108175346366590299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108175346366590299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175346366590299' title='Eat your Greens, but not too much'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108173321619840568</id><published>2004-04-12T10:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T11:30:48.983+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloetry 1</title><summary type='text'> Bloetry? Who, What, Where, Why, When is that?   Let me explain: Bloetry is my personal word for Blog Poetry. There's a lot of it around, ranging from the bloody brilliant to the bleeding awful.  I'm going to make a collection of it on this site. To kick off, let's look at the King of Bloetry - the Doggerel Pundit. The Doggerel Pundit hails from the right-wing of the blogosphere, and the site</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108173321619840568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108173321619840568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108173321619840568' title='Bloetry 1'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108166872839203064</id><published>2004-04-11T17:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:36:00.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More Easter stuff</title><summary type='text'> Ah, Easter, the Festival of Chocolate... delicious, delectable chocolate...  (Oh yeah - and all that stuff about Jesus dying on the cross, yada yada yada - I suppose I should mention that too) Now. Where was I?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108166872839203064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108166872839203064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166872839203064' title='More Easter stuff'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108166724039653888</id><published>2004-04-11T17:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:11:12.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Which</title><summary type='text'> Thou Shalt Read The Winners in Ship of Fools 11th Commandment Competition. (Even if thou shalt be left with the lingering suspicion that thou could have done much better than some of the winners...) Thou shalt not worship false pop idolsThou shalt not kill in the name of any godThou shalt not be negative</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108166724039653888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108166724039653888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166724039653888' title='Speaking of Which'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108166692081387190</id><published>2004-04-11T16:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:05:52.890+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it's Easter, let's take a look at some Christian websites</title><summary type='text'> The Wibsite has published a list of (amongst other things) the Best Christian Humour website.  The winner - the funny but infrequently updated Ship of Fools.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108166692081387190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108166692081387190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166692081387190' title='Since it&apos;s Easter, let&apos;s take a look at some Christian websites'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108155626613953184</id><published>2004-04-10T09:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T20:00:14.590+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter and Twisted</title><summary type='text'> Of all the old curmedgeons working in Australian journalism today, one of the curmudgleonist has to be Alan Ramsey. He works for the Sydney Morning Herald, turning out mediocre 1000-words-plus copy every Saturday and Wednesday. I say 'works', not 'writes', because Ramsey hardly writes anything anymore - his opinions are all recycled, regurgitated remnants of speeches, articles, columns, written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108155626613953184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108155626613953184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108155626613953184' title='Bitter and Twisted'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108151252427832925</id><published>2004-04-09T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T22:13:08.903+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror!!!</title><summary type='text'>Oh what a horrible morning, Oh what a horrible day, Oh what a horrible morning, They're married, they're men and they're gay!  I was, until five minutes ago, quite tolerant about the issue of gay marriage. But I've just read Andrew Sullivan, explaining the hidden gay agenda: Actually, you won't only lose your job, you'll be forced to sing show-tunes every Sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108151252427832925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108151252427832925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151252427832925' title='Horror!!!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108151086373919668</id><published>2004-04-09T21:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:44:52.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankly Gay</title><summary type='text'>"I'm not giggling," I said, baritonely. "I'm guffawing." I passed up the news magazine containing photographs of gay couples getting married in San Francisco.  Frank Devine in The Australian. There's more: Openly different at last, gays might have been expected to contribute more of the originality, style and, yes, gaiety that is within their gift as viewers of society through a special prism</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108151086373919668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108151086373919668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151086373919668' title='Frankly Gay'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108150961467360591</id><published>2004-04-09T21:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:24:03.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Author Unknown</title><summary type='text'> Great characterisations, sparkling dialogue, and a ripper of a plot... yep, it's Chromosome Number One, courtesy of it's editor (the Human Genome Project). Over at Project Gutenberg. An excerpt: ... GGCTCTTTATATGGTGAGTGGCAACTGGTTTTGGACCTCTCTCTTGCAGGCTGGGTCTGTGGGATGTAATTAGAAAGCAACTTTATTTCTATTCACTTACATTTATTCATTGGAGGAGGAGTTTCTCTTTCCTAGGGTACACGTGGACAT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108150961467360591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108150961467360591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108150961467360591' title='Author Unknown'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108142442832753139</id><published>2004-04-08T21:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T21:44:16.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Go Way Wrong</title><summary type='text'> I'm not wrong, everybody else is. A pensioner spotted driving the wrong way down a motorway stopped when he saw police, to complain that everyone else was heading in the wrong direction.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108142442832753139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108142442832753139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142442832753139' title='Back Go Way Wrong'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108134290955972327</id><published>2004-04-07T22:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:05:51.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Economics You Can Understand</title><summary type='text'> Potatoes, tool of the devil. Pizza, gift of the Gods.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108134290955972327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108134290955972327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134290955972327' title='Economics You Can Understand'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108134263938290807</id><published>2004-04-07T22:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T23:09:35.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Hackademia</title><summary type='text'> Emma Tom goes to Uni, and finds herself reading some rather uncomprehensible postmodernism: While I understood most of the individual words in isolation, the way they'd been arranged in relation to each other rendered them completely incomprehensible."If, in other words, the global is the site of the homogeneous (or the common) and the local the site of the diverse and the distinctive, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108134263938290807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108134263938290807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134263938290807' title='Back to Hackademia'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108104247269532182</id><published>2004-04-04T11:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T11:38:56.496+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Treacher Back</title><summary type='text'> Turns out that Treacher's retirement lasted exactly one April Fools Day long.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108104247269532182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108104247269532182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104247269532182' title='Treacher Back'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108104222197412514</id><published>2004-04-04T11:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T11:34:03.843+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Yartz</title><summary type='text'> I was at the opening of this on Friday - Art Xpress, an exhibition of artworks by HSC students. In 2003 and 2002 I was also able to make it along to the Art Xpress exhibitions, and in my own opinion, they're the definitely the best shows on offer at the Newcastle Regional Art Gallery.  If you're in Newcastle in the next month or so, come and have a look!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108104222197412514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108104222197412514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104222197412514' title='Youth Yartz'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108104160787468092</id><published>2004-04-04T11:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T11:24:03.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How About That?</title><summary type='text'> A blogworthy topic: today is the 4th of the 4th of the 4th.   In a few hours time, it will be 4:44 pm of the 4th of the 4th of the 4th. That is all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108104160787468092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108104160787468092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104160787468092' title='How About That?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108086348245226467</id><published>2004-04-02T09:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:55:55.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwote Unkwote</title><summary type='text'> The Australian newspaper regularly publishes snippets of news, opinion, and humour from other newspapers and magazines around the world. Actually, in their weekend edition, they have a whole section devoted to it.  I like this idea - it's kinda nice to know that for the price of a broadsheet, you get access to some of the top publications the world over.  But funny things happen. Today, on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108086348245226467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108086348245226467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086348245226467' title='Kwote Unkwote'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108081998642951137</id><published>2004-04-01T21:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:50:04.593+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am In Denial</title><summary type='text'> Jim Treacher has not quit. He's still blogging. This is all just an April Fool's joke, right, Jim? Right? Jim? SPEAKTOMEGODDAMMIT!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081998642951137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081998642951137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081998642951137' title='I Am In Denial'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108081897861617078</id><published>2004-04-01T21:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:33:16.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How Are the Mighty Fallen</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081897861617078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081897861617078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081897861617078' title='How Are the Mighty Fallen'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108081800484328672</id><published>2004-04-01T21:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:18:48.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Multiplicity of Mammaries</title><summary type='text'> A woman in central China who paid for breast enlargement surgery ended up with an unwanted bonus - two extra breasts. Read the whole story in The SMH.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081800484328672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081800484328672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081800484328672' title='A Multiplicity of Mammaries'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108081720703262520</id><published>2004-04-01T20:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:53:56.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous World</title><summary type='text'> The Passion of the Christ has already cruelly killed one pastor, while the death toll for The Lord of the Rings continues to rise. And just now on the ABC, I've seen a story about killer goalposts. Seems kids playing soccer are in mortal peril of the soccer goalposts - well - falling on them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081720703262520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108081720703262520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081720703262520' title='Dangerous World'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108069691123756017</id><published>2004-03-31T11:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T11:41:57.110+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Unbiased and Unprejudiced Student Journals</title><summary type='text'> Essay question (10 marks): A dramatic monologue is a poem or speech in which the speaker reveals as much about him or herself as the topic he or she is speaking about.  Analyse the following passage from Newcastle University student magazine Opus as a dramatic monologue... Paul Wynn's article published in this edition of Opus attacked the women's handbook put out by the women's collective </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108069691123756017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108069691123756017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069691123756017' title='Those Unbiased and Unprejudiced Student Journals'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108069447240680781</id><published>2004-03-31T10:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T10:58:09.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evils of Errorism!</title><summary type='text'> Sometimes the best way to get something right is by getting it wrong, right? Right: A story headlined 'Syria seeks our help to woo US' in Saturday's Weekend Australian misquoted National Party senator Sandy Macdonald. The quote stated: "Syria is a country that has been a bastard state for nearly 40 years" but should have read "Syria is a country that has been a Baathist state for nearly 40 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108069447240680781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108069447240680781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108069447240680781' title='The Evils of Errorism!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108036859008929032</id><published>2004-03-27T17:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T17:27:49.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm... Ewok.....</title><summary type='text'> Welcome Sithmonkey to the Blogosphere, and please check out his delicious recipes for Ewok!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108036859008929032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108036859008929032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108036859008929032' title='Mmmmm... Ewok.....'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108030409792186550</id><published>2004-03-26T23:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:35:45.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pedantic Post</title><summary type='text'>Here's a letter which caught my eye from yesterday's Newcastle Herald: From Scott Hillard Like most anti-abortionists, John Dunleavy (Short Takes 23/3) is not a woman of child-bearing age. John Dunleavy is not a woman. That's true. Men like Tony Abbott and Mr. Dunleavy...  Tony Abbott and John Dunleavy are men? That's true too.... along with Margaret Tighe of the "Right to Life" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108030409792186550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108030409792186550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030409792186550' title='A Pedantic Post'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108030202964640921</id><published>2004-03-26T22:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:37:22.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Local News</title><summary type='text'> Judging from some local news reports, the Not In My Backyard Crowd are now worrying about other people's backyards. Item One. Green Plight has owner seeing red Maitland businessman Craig Richards is calling for "green peace". The owner of Maitland Wholesale Windscreens and Tinting, Mr. Richards is at war with Maitland City Council over the colour of his High Street Business, which is lime</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108030202964640921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108030202964640921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030202964640921' title='Local News'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108029928025792723</id><published>2004-03-26T21:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:11:30.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Surf's Up Beachley!</title><summary type='text'> Interesting to see that Surfing Women's Champion Layne Beachley went up against Surfing Men's Champion Andy Irons today at Newcastle beach: WORLD CHAMPIONS MAKE SHOCK EXIT AT ENERGYAUSTRALIA OPEN TWO rising surf stars upstaged the reigning world men's and women's professional champions in the $100,000 EnergyAustralia Open. Bede Durbidge from Queensland and Bernado Pigmeau from Brazil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108029928025792723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108029928025792723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108029928025792723' title='Surf&apos;s Up Beachley!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108013387545778617</id><published>2004-03-24T23:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:14:43.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggedy Bloggedy Bloggedy Blog</title><summary type='text'> The Bunyip suggests an amusing pastime for the weekend. That Satan sure is evil - falsifying statistics an' all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108013387545778617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108013387545778617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013387545778617' title='Bloggedy Bloggedy Bloggedy Blog'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108011304149143374</id><published>2004-03-24T18:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:35:38.716+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything made clear</title><summary type='text'>Letter in the Herald today:If, as Israeli propagandists assert, Sheik Yassin is Hamas's bin Laden, then Ariel Sharon is its recruitment officer.Colin Andersen, Lapstone, March 23  Now everything has been explained: not only is Sheik Yassin Hamas's bin Laden and Ariel Sharon it's recruiter, but Bush is Hitler,  Kabul is the new Prague, and Iraq is both  Vietnam and the Suez. Not to mention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108011304149143374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108011304149143374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108011304149143374' title='Everything made clear'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-108011173338443795</id><published>2004-03-24T17:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:42:14.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Telstra</title><summary type='text'> Back again. This time, Telstra seem to have fixed my line, but it took them long enough.  So long, in fact, that I was able to write the whole tale of my dealings with Telstra in verse...A Tale of Telstra When your home telephone has got no dial-tone  And you can’t get the net up at all Then you fret and you frown and you start feeling down  And you decide to give Telstra a call. So you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108011173338443795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/108011173338443795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108011173338443795' title='A Tale of Telstra'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107958577473023211</id><published>2004-03-18T15:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:59:32.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup on a Pup</title><summary type='text'> March 15 was International Eat an Animal for PETA day.  In honour of this occasion, I invite all readers to sup on a pup - and I don't mean of the Hot-Dog variety. (And I know this post is four days too late. Would have posted it earlier, but ... see below.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107958577473023211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107958577473023211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958577473023211' title='Sup on a Pup'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107958498358249331</id><published>2004-03-18T15:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T15:46:37.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evil Monolothic Telstra Conglomerate Strikes Again</title><summary type='text'> I still have dial-up problems. While they're getting fixed posting will be light and low.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107958498358249331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107958498358249331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958498358249331' title='The Evil Monolothic Telstra Conglomerate Strikes Again'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107932840564734195</id><published>2004-03-15T16:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T16:36:00.093+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmick Hicks Pic. is Pick of Flicks</title><summary type='text'>The Sydney Morning Herald offers another view on The President Versus David Hicks, mentioned in the previous post.  The Australian Guantanamo Bay captive David Hicks occupied himself in jail by killing mice, it has been reported. Mr Hicks, 28, who is awaiting a US military commission, reportedly went to desperate measures to maintain his sanity.  It is not known what the mouse community </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107932840564734195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107932840564734195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932840564734195' title='Schmick Hicks Pic. is Pick of Flicks'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107915871832219580</id><published>2004-03-13T16:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T17:21:50.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>How Hicks gets his Kicks</title><summary type='text'>"It will sound silly," writes Stephen Romei, in a review of The President Versus David Hicks, screening this Wednesday on SBS television, ... but it repulses me to learn, from a former Guantanamo Bay inmate, that Hicks passes the time by catching mice and hanging them.  Doesn't sound silly to me at all. Interestingly, Romei is no Right-winger; he 'despises' the 'arrogance that governs the US </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107915871832219580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107915871832219580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915871832219580' title='How Hicks gets his Kicks'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107915716225349529</id><published>2004-03-13T16:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T16:55:53.746+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Sane World</title><summary type='text'> Some other responses to the Madrid bombings: Tim Blair: Well done, terrorists. You’ve successfully not terrified anybody.Golan and Franco Alemán from  HispaLibertas: The images and testimonies that we’ve been watching are absolutely heart wrecking. Last night some of the people who were working in the mass morgue that was improvised in a convention center needed medical sedation because they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107915716225349529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107915716225349529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915716225349529' title='Back in the Sane World'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107915592862535758</id><published>2004-03-13T16:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T16:59:15.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bloody and Cowardly Act of Bastardry</title><summary type='text'> We all know the facts: 10 simultaneous bomb-blasts in trains in Madrid. At least 199 people dead, 1,400 more injured, many in a critical condition. It's mass murder - plain and simple. Follow the story here, and here. We're still not sure who is responsible - at the moment it's a toss up between Al-Qaeda and ETA. But, for the letter writers at the SMH, the response to the events has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107915592862535758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107915592862535758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915592862535758' title='A Bloody and Cowardly Act of Bastardry'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107909624458727717</id><published>2004-03-12T23:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T00:01:36.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Done Me!</title><summary type='text'> And the award for Blatant Self-Congratulation goes this year to - the UK Award Industry!    The first awards ceremony for people who organise awards is being held on Friday, and it's not a spoof. Why is it that even the gong industry needs gongs? The Awards Awards, at London's Dorchester Hotel, is a chance for the cream of the UK's award industry - the gongerati, if you will - to give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107909624458727717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107909624458727717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107909624458727717' title='Well Done Me!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107900898529810917</id><published>2004-03-11T22:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:46:14.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>They Just Don't Make Weapons Like They Used To</title><summary type='text'> A list of 'nonlethal weapons', many still in the proposed stage, from an United States Air Force Institute for National Security Studies report. Found at the Harper's magazine website. A small taste of what's on offer: Photic Driver: A crowd-control device that uses ultrasound and flashing infrared lights to penetrate closed human eyelids. Potential for epileptic fits because of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107900898529810917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107900898529810917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107900898529810917' title='They Just Don&apos;t Make Weapons Like They Used To'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107898851769804880</id><published>2004-03-11T17:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:18:32.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shifty Mufti</title><summary type='text'> Grand Mufti Sheikh al-Hilaly: extremist or moderate? You be the judge... From the Australian, January of this year:  IT'S a colourful book that sits on a shelf in the country's largest Islamic bookshop deep in the southwestern suburbs of Sydney.But unlike much of the texts surrounding it, Jihad and Jurisprudence is considered by moderate Muslims to pose a danger to society. Inside, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107898851769804880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107898851769804880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898851769804880' title='The Shifty Mufti'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107898525174191550</id><published>2004-03-11T17:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:11:20.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><summary type='text'> Had problems with my phone line so wasn't able to blog for a couple of days. Back now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107898525174191550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107898525174191550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898525174191550' title='Hello again'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107855544041734044</id><published>2004-03-06T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T17:47:02.500+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><summary type='text'> Just further to that last post. Leonore Dvorkin had to get her breast amputated. I've always wondered, what do the doctors do with the amputated body part afterwards? Give it to the owner? Keep it and file it away? Throw it out? Sell it to the cat-food company down the road? Mail your suggestions through to me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107855544041734044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107855544041734044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855544041734044' title='BTW'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107855476517936731</id><published>2004-03-06T17:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T17:36:27.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew Breast Cancer Could Be This Fun?</title><summary type='text'> An ad on Tim Blair's sidebar links to this book, titled 'Why I'm Glad I Had Breast Cancer', by Leonore Dvorkin. Perhaps I could try writing a book in a similar vein. How about: 'Bubonic Plague for Fun and Profit'?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107855476517936731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107855476517936731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855476517936731' title='Who Knew Breast Cancer Could Be This Fun?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107849035609894291</id><published>2004-03-05T23:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:48:06.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Demise of a Hack</title><summary type='text'>Poor old Uli Schmetzer. All he did was take a spurious quote and attribute it to a non-existent person. He just wanted to fill his column space! He didn't want this to happen...  This seems to be happening an awful lot nowadays. First Jayson Blair, now Uli Schmetzer. Maybe these guys should form a Union - you know, the Union of Bullshit Artists, standing up for the rights of hacks everywhere in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107849035609894291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107849035609894291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849035609894291' title='Demise of a Hack'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107848906389974016</id><published>2004-03-05T23:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:20:45.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Lord Makes an Appearance</title><summary type='text'> Seems there have been some demonic manifestations during the making of The Passion of the Christ: John Debney, who composed the music for The Passion of the Christ, has told the US Christian news agency Assist News Service that he was visited by the devil - via his computer - while writing the score. "The first time . . . it scared me," he said. "Once I got over the initial shock, I learned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107848906389974016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107848906389974016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848906389974016' title='The Dark Lord Makes an Appearance'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107840319405667079</id><published>2004-03-04T23:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T22:53:53.936+11:00</updated><title type='text'> Somebody, an Axe!</title><summary type='text'>Quick, chop down the rainforests now before they produce any more carbon dioxide!  Eh? What's that? Trees produce oxygen? Which we need to survive?   Ha! Show's how much you know! Trees might do that, on their own ... but in this week's edition of Catalyst, Science Reporter Paul Willis looks at research in the Australian Daintree forest showing it producing more Carbon Dioxide than it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107840319405667079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107840319405667079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840319405667079' title=' Somebody, an Axe!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107836019593696589</id><published>2004-03-04T11:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:32:55.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Duped!</title><summary type='text'> Remember this post?  America's oldest man dies at 114Why am I not surprised? America's oldest man has died: so what? What did they expect him to do? Fly to the moon? Take up yodelling as a pastime? Tap dance over the Himalayas? Continue living indefinitely?  Well, it turns out he wasn't that old at all. He was a positively youthful 92 years old: But U.S. Census records indicate that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107836019593696589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107836019593696589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836019593696589' title='Duped!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107835978411748336</id><published>2004-03-04T11:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:26:03.360+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do people cause climate change?</title><summary type='text'> 17,000 scientists say no: There is no convincing scientific evidence that human release of carbon dioxide, methane, or other greenhouse gasses is causing or will, in the foreseeable future, cause catastrophic heating of the Earth's atmosphere and disruption of the Earth's climate. Moreover, there is substantial scientific evidence that increases in atmospheric carbon dioxide produce many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107835978411748336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107835978411748336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835978411748336' title='Do people cause climate change?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107835893002769313</id><published>2004-03-04T10:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T17:43:21.700+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Issue of The Day</title><summary type='text'> It's time to take issue with a really big issue, a really important issue, an issue that is so fundamental that ... we haven't even heard about it in Australia yet. That issue is ... gay marriage. I don't have an opinion about it myself, and you probably don't either, but here are three useful opinions for starters: Andrew Sullivan is for gay marriage... The Bunyip has no problems with gays</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107835893002769313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107835893002769313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835893002769313' title='Issue of The Day'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107835796261017912</id><published>2004-03-04T10:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:37:13.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry's Busy Hands (and Lips)</title><summary type='text'> "I was 27, a postgraduate student at Yale in my last term, and then, as now, a man." writes Sam Schulman, beginning a heartbreaking tale of innocence lost  in this week's Spectator:  One day, walking along Temple Street, I saw Harold (Bloom) ambling towards me... I told him that I thought his lecture was beautiful. He stopped, and regarded me with his soft, yearning eyes. ‘My dear,’ he said, ‘</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107835796261017912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107835796261017912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107835796261017912' title='Harry&apos;s Busy Hands (and Lips)'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107810485643672165</id><published>2004-03-01T12:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:37:46.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Environmentalities</title><summary type='text'> Was at an underground film night last night (as happens) and was chatting with some very nice vegans (as you do). The following exchange occurred: Vegan 1: "There's a cafe on Beaumont, they say they serve vegan lasagne." Vegan 2: "Oh?" Vegan 1: "Yeah. But the recipe reads lasagne with bolognese sauce - which is fine - but the sauce is sprinkled with parmesan!" Vegan 2: "Wooah, man, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107810485643672165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107810485643672165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107810485643672165' title='Environmentalities'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107796412640007329</id><published>2004-02-28T20:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:33:13.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A tasteful post</title><summary type='text'> An intriguing comments thread in Tim Blair's latest post:I ate skippy last night; wouldn't mind trying koala, but I reckon it'd be like mutton marinated in dencorub.  I've been trying to find a good recipe for koala for a while now. I decided to hit Google (with a little help from www.ask.com) and see what I found. The most obvious entries - 'How to cook a koala', 'koala recipes' and 'eating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107796412640007329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107796412640007329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796412640007329' title='A tasteful post'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107780182862918182</id><published>2004-02-27T00:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:28:10.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooooo, really?</title><summary type='text'>America's oldest man dies at 114 Why am I not surprised? America's oldest man has died: so what? What did they expect him to do? Fly to the moon? Take up yodelling as a pastime? Tap dance over the Himalayas? Continue living indefinitely?  Dying is what old people do. The older the person, the easier it is. Dare I say it, it's an ability - a talent, if you will - ingrained in each and every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107780182862918182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107780182862918182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780182862918182' title='Nooooo, really?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107779853513335040</id><published>2004-02-26T23:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T23:43:20.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>All very zen...</title><summary type='text'> Over at The Spectator, Alexander Chancellor writes: When David Blunkett was in Delhi at the same time as me, he was quoted as saying that he was looking forward to ‘seeing’ the Taj Mahal.   Last year, The Spectator published an interesting exchange between David Blunkett and reporters - Blunkett saying how he could "hear" the New York skyline. If a tree falls in the forest, and there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779853513335040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779853513335040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779853513335040' title='All very zen...'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107779701499787344</id><published>2004-02-26T22:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T12:40:30.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody NIMBYS!</title><summary type='text'> Don't you think this headline is just a tad biased? Or am I a monkeys uncle? That article - with that headline - appeared on the front cover of the Newcastle Star today. I F&amp;*^*^*&amp;^&amp;*&amp;^$%)(&amp;*ING HATE NIMBYS! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779701499787344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779701499787344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779701499787344' title='Bloody NIMBYS!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107779656791984506</id><published>2004-02-26T22:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:58:58.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we have more nuclear power stations?</title><summary type='text'> ... Colin Keay says yes.I want my air-conditioner to be turned on or off by me, not by some distant load controller. I want to be on the end of a dependable electrical supply system where outages are non-existent. I want electrical energy to be on top for me, my family, and you, my listeners, whenever we need it. That happy state of affairs will prevail only if some long-term planning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779656791984506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779656791984506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779656791984506' title='Should we have more nuclear power stations?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107779561617489970</id><published>2004-02-26T22:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T23:41:21.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>... When did that happen again?</title><summary type='text'> Apparently, something infinitely small has just got infinitesimally smaller: Scientists say an instant is now shorter The length of an instant has just become shorter, according to scientists. And how did that happen? Well... Researchers in Austria and Germany measured the smallest time interval recorded, and found it lasted a ten million billionth of a second.It's about ten times </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779561617489970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107779561617489970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107779561617489970' title='... When did that happen again?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107769276994908933</id><published>2004-02-25T17:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:09:46.293+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock! Horror!</title><summary type='text'> Oh no! Somebody wrote into the Green Left Weekly and accused the Cuban Government (ie, totalitarian dictatorship) of (gasp!) homophobia! I was glad to see the Socialist Alliance attend this year's Queer Pride March. It is important that the left continue to have a presence at the event. However, I was not impressed with your choice of banner. Taking a banner featuring Che Guevara to a queer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107769276994908933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107769276994908933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107769276994908933' title='Shock! Horror!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107769140384646294</id><published>2004-02-25T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T17:46:12.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Type for Food</title><summary type='text'> I’m looking for work. Anything, really. I can clock upwards of 80 words per minute on the keyboard, and am reasonably experienced in several computer programs. Oh - and I can answer the phone and operate the photocopier with the best of them. But apparently this isn’t what the employers are looking for, despite what they’re saying.  In fact, the average job-advertisment is just as bad as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107769140384646294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107769140384646294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107769140384646294' title='Will Type for Food'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107762696639714395</id><published>2004-02-24T23:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:58:04.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and Good Riddance</title><summary type='text'> So, who wants to hop in the Trabant and go for a trip back in time to East Germany, the old East Germany of the Stasi and the Berlin wall, of communism for all and riches for nobody? Me neither. But I did get along to see Goodbye Lenin with Mum today...  The film, set in this old East Germany, is about Alex and his idealistic communist mother. When Alex’s mum sees him being taken away by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107762696639714395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107762696639714395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762696639714395' title='Goodbye and Good Riddance'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107737449809740770</id><published>2004-02-22T01:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T01:44:21.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the next step up from Cow-tipping</title><summary type='text'>Sproing! Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Plonk!Sproing! Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Plonk!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107737449809740770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107737449809740770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737449809740770' title='It&apos;s the next step up from Cow-tipping'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107737271564152876</id><published>2004-02-22T00:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T01:46:39.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Sesame Street was bought to you by the Acquired Immuno-Deficiency Syndrome and the Children's Television Workshop</title><summary type='text'> A friend told me yesterday that there was going to be a new character on Sesame Street, a monster called HIV, who has the AIDS virus. As it turns out, this is pretty old news - I found an Ananova report dating back to 2002, and the character appeared on the South African version of Sesame Street, not the American version - but it set me thinking: why stop there?  If you want to educate kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107737271564152876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107737271564152876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737271564152876' title='Today&apos;s Sesame Street was bought to you by the Acquired Immuno-Deficiency Syndrome and the Children&apos;s Television Workshop'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107737073596853118</id><published>2004-02-22T00:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:41:39.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sights to See Around Newcastle</title><summary type='text'>There are many sights to see around Newcastle. There are many coal-mines which supply material to local, national and international power stations. Not only do they help to provide base-load power for the rest of the state, but they also provide jobs for hundreds of locals, and they annoy local environmentalists. The Kooragang Island wind turbine doesn't work very well, but it looks pretty. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107737073596853118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107737073596853118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737073596853118' title='Sights to See Around Newcastle'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107732353122304925</id><published>2004-02-21T11:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T11:34:53.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Doggerel...</title><summary type='text'> In the SMH this morning: Shirley MacLaine has co-authored a book with her pooch. I feel a bad joke coming on: Is this woman absolutely barking mad?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107732353122304925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107732353122304925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107732353122304925' title='Speaking of Doggerel...'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107727805181326224</id><published>2004-02-20T22:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T22:56:53.450+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over, Doggerell Pundit!</title><summary type='text'> Tim Blair links to this story about Oxford engineering student Matthew Richardson who caught a plane to China in order to give a series of talks - about economics! Here is my own poetic tribute to this plucky young chap:   From Oxford he came – Matthew was his name –  The best of Britannia’s breed –  And he caught an airliner into darkest China  To spread the free-traders creed, Yes, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107727805181326224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107727805181326224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107727805181326224' title='Move Over, Doggerell Pundit!'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107723780444166990</id><published>2004-02-20T11:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:46:05.576+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Webly Weirdness</title><summary type='text'> WTF? I'm trying to work out what this site is all about. It's called 'Cthulhu coffee' and here's the explanation they offer:If you're really confused about what this site is all about, here's a quick dictionary: Cthulhu, the Utimate evil Coffee, the Utimate drink Whatever it is about, I like. Muchly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107723780444166990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107723780444166990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107723780444166990' title='Webly Weirdness'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107717952001072785</id><published>2004-02-19T19:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:06:48.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Government Dumbness</title><summary type='text'> A particularly stupid idea:The Lord Mayors of Wollongong, Newcastle and Parramatta have put their support behind a move to establish free CBD bus loop services in their cities. I use public transport a lot, so I can vouch for the fact that it suffers from the same problems as any other over-subsidised public-sector organisation: it never has enough money. The $2.50 (or $1.25 concession) fare</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717952001072785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717952001072785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717952001072785' title='Government Dumbness'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107717843371003974</id><published>2004-02-19T19:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:11:29.826+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the Day</title><summary type='text'> From the latest edition of Viz:Wanquility:  The all too brief post masturbatory period of serenity experienced immediately before the loathing, self-hatred and shame sets in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717843371003974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717843371003974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717843371003974' title='Word of the Day'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107717702638065431</id><published>2004-02-19T18:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:04:52.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics Explained</title><summary type='text'> Politics all over the world splits into two main factions - Left-wing and Right-wing. In Australia, the Left-wing is represented by the Australian Labor Party and the Right-wing is represented by the Liberal Party. However, Labor and the Liberals are further split into sub-factions. So, there is a Labor left (or the Left-left faction), a Labor right (or the Left-right faction), a Labor-centre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717702638065431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717702638065431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717702638065431' title='Politics Explained'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107717569521546392</id><published>2004-02-19T17:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:21:46.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun New Game</title><summary type='text'> Hey! It's time to play Mix the Metaphors with former Prime Minister Paul Keating! Writing in the SMH today, Keating says that ... he says ... well, you tell me what he says:I think we've always believed in the invincibility of Sydney's physicality.  R-i-i-ight.That the sheer scope of natural beauty could absorb development, particularly of the slow-moving kind. In the now head-long speed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717569521546392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107717569521546392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717569521546392' title='Fun New Game'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107714563421150370</id><published>2004-02-19T09:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:56:44.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Racist?</title><summary type='text'> Take a look at this poster over at Protest Warrior. It's funny and thought provoking, and it's a neat reminder that sometimes, the worst sort of racism can come from the Left.  Well, I decided to do my own, Australian version:White Racists, Vote for the Left!!!- We oppose Free Trade with other countries. Keep Australian Jobs for Australian workers. Why should those dirty Pakis and greasy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107714563421150370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107714563421150370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714563421150370' title='Who&apos;s Racist?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107706445673710484</id><published>2004-02-18T10:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T11:36:55.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Politix</title><summary type='text'> Here's a newsflash for the Australian newsmedia: Australians are not Americans and Americans are not Australians. We don't vote in their elections and they sure as hell don't vote in ours. So why do we go crazy every time there is a presidential election in America? I don't care who Kerry went to bed with or didn't go to bed with, and I care even less what Bush did as a member of the Air Force </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107706445673710484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107706445673710484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706445673710484' title='Real Politix'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107699243199488136</id><published>2004-02-17T15:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T15:59:04.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Nukes for Newcastle: 1</title><summary type='text'> The Ubernerdling, local scientific genius and editor of fantastic science-zine Nerdling, has just published a wonderful, informative booklet on Nuclear energy.  Find it here. (Warning: the document is in PDF, so you'll might have to wait a while for it to download.) Included: - Helpful advice on building your own homemade Breeder reactor (and neutron-ray!) - A handy guide to help you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107699243199488136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107699243199488136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699243199488136' title='Nukes for Newcastle: 1'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107699179395515041</id><published>2004-02-17T15:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T15:47:10.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholier Than Thou</title><summary type='text'> I've just been reading some poetry by Tennyson. God, those romantics were depressed!  Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasped no more -  Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107699179395515041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107699179395515041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699179395515041' title='Melancholier Than Thou'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-107699103940735176</id><published>2004-02-17T14:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T15:17:56.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Why? In God's Name, Why?</title><summary type='text'>The headline says it all:Britain calls inquiry into why it calls so many inquiriesEVERY disaster sparks an inquiry these days; so do political ructions, murders and, increasingly, other inquiries. This week, Britain's Public Administration Committee thrashed out what a literary critic might call a meta-inquiry: an investigation into how and why the Government calls so many of the things. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107699103940735176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/107699103940735176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699103940735176' title='Why? Why? In God&apos;s Name, Why?'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6346673.post-10767560441940988</id><published>2004-02-14T21:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T15:59:43.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Novocastria Blog</title><summary type='text'> This blog is about: Poetry, people, philosophy, politics, life, literature, art, cartoons, science, skepticism, chess, television, films, the environment, environmentalists and their weird enviro-mentalities, and ... anything else I feel like talking about.Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/10767560441940988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6346673/posts/default/10767560441940988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://novocastria.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10767560441940988' title='Welcome to the Novocastria Blog'/><author><name>TimT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10333303180015967125</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/1296/640/me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
