Thursday, December 18, 2014
Terry's Bon Bon On His Blog Blog
Compliments of the Season to you all and many thanks for your support in 2014.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Lament for the Lindt Cafe
It started out as a perfect day in Sydney. People were
getting ready for the work day, Christmas shoppers were grabbing a coffee to
have some energy for their day and tourists were on their way to or from the
Opera House and Circular Quay, maybe planning out their day of sightseeing.
Martin Place and the Lindt CafĂ© were a refuge in the ‘moment before’.
#illridewithyou
The moment came around 9.45 on a Monday and for three people
there would be no more Mondays or any other days. They had seen their last
birthday, they would never need buy another Christmas present, and there would
be no more weddings to attend, no more holidays to enjoy. Their moment had come
and now it was gone with them.
Just engaging in the mundane suddenly became deadly.
It’s hard to fathom what goes through a seemingly twisted
mind. It’s hard to contain one’s rage, even our prejudices or fears and it’s
impossible to filter our sadness.
It’s unimaginable what friends and family went through while
watching the rolling TV coverage or standing near the scene. It’s even less
imaginable to know the anxiety and terror of those inside.
Is there moral equivalence anywhere here? We condemn someone
for choosing a murderous terror to espouse his views but our condemnation
requires us to espouse our own and promote them thus as superior. Odd at best.
I think it’s pointless to label what happened as terrorism;
that almost legitimises,in its demonising, an act of murder and a hideous crime
as something that has as much weight as September 11 and other terrorist acts.
But I fear in my criticism I am also adding to the culture of making these acts a contest of tragedy.
Similarly to call what was done ‘evil’ lets him off too
lightly. It gives an excuse when none
ought to be given. Labelling an act as 'evil' means they don't have to be responsible nor that their actions were a choice. He committed murder as I said, he chose and acted and exploited fear,
and he committed an intentional, terrible, terrifying and ghastly cold act.
That’s what he did.
And let’s be clear he did not do one single thing as a
Muslim. He dishonours the peaceful, caring and beautiful faith that is Islam. He
was a cleric sure but that did not inform his actions. Murderous and hateful
intent did and that was informed by a mental imbalance and a warped view of his
place in the world.
Martin Place is a peaceful and pleasant place to rest amidst
the hubbub and fast pace of the Sydney CBD. Sadly it now has a place in the
sadder history of that beautiful city.
Today is another day and we stop and reflect, mourn, and sip
a coffee. We wish Tori Johnson and Katrina
Dawson could join us. RIP. #illridewithyou
“Heaven knows we need
never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of
earth, overlying our hard hearts.”
― Charles Dickens, Great
Expectations
Friday, December 5, 2014
A Need to Read
I like newspapers and magazines. I mean ‘real’ newspapers
and mags, the physical type. I have problems with looking at text on screen and
absorbing the information contained therein. It’s one of the reasons I like to
turn pages of paper in a book rather than a collection of text on a device. I
think a book is perfect for reading so I don’t ‘get’ why I would use a Kindull,
a Hobo or whatever. I have tried but I don’t absorb the story or the content as
well as I do when I ‘bury’ myself in a book. Odd perhaps but there you go.
I also like to leaf through a newspaper to have the stories
laid out in front of me across a page, ordered and neat, ads placed out of the
way or nicely breaking up the lay out of the page. I even like the occasional
battle getting the pages to turn over without getting all messed up. My
Saturday ritual has been for about 40 years to get up, shower, walk to the milk
bar and buy The Age then read through it over a slow breakfast.
I don’t mind checking out headline stories on line but if I want
to read a feature piece or a lot of stories I have to have a physical paper. I
notice I am distracted far more easily reading something on line than if I read
a paper which is interesting isn’t it?
It has been alarming to see how quickly newspapers and (to a
lesser extent) newspaper have become diminished and are disappearing. The Herald Sun seems to be doing better than
the quality paper but it is a cut and paste paper in many ways with a few pages
of local, freshly sourced content and the hideous sweeping generalisations of
the adversarial Andrew Bolt plus some acidic Sydneysiders in their opinion
pieces. Fairfax on the other hand seems
to have simply decided to let The Age wither away and the business model is to
direct readers to online ‘services’ but hasn’t ensured advertising rates
reflect the costs of providing content. Fairfax outsourced things like photo
content, sub editors (well who knows if they even exist anymore), even
printing. The Age is an amalgam of product from New Zealand, regional centres
and probably Nauru. The wonderful Age printing works complex out on the
Tullamarine airport only about a decade old will now lie empty. The historic
Age building in Spencer Street has been demolished (I hear the old printing
presses were still in the basement abandoned). The quality has gone, the
content has reduced and they just sat back and let it happen and operated on
the mantra ‘it’s a changing world’. Sales dropped but readership really didn’t.
It wasn’t readers who have killed the Age, it’s the business model and letting
advertising dollars slip away. Duh.
Where does it leave journalists? There are a few, very few
investigative journalists, McKenzie and Baker at the Age for instance, and they
do a great job. The rest though have become reactive rather than going out and
finding stories. Resources and numbers dictate that’s the way it will be from
now on. There are reductions in bureaus so stories are sourced from other
agencies and that can be fraught with inaccuracies or manipulations which once
published become the ‘truth’. To fill pages the temptation is to grab a story
from on line sources or ‘stories for sale’ banks. Sometimes they are badly
written, sometimes they are simply dodgy but always they are depriving another
journalist of an income and the readers from getting real news, stories that
have been worked through, edited and are consistent with the values of a
masthead. And of course if the tenor of content is a reflection of the newspaper’s
owner or a particular political bias the credibility is surely affected. A
paper isn’t necessarily playing the boss’s tune directly but if it’s taking its
content from other paper’s in that boss’s stable then it will be arguably
homogenous. It’s really a shame.
In London there are still about nine newspapers published
daily and selling well, Hong Kong has three or four, New Zealand has a couple,
the States are still strong and throughout Europe every country seems to be far
better served than Australia and are still loyal to the ‘daily rags’.
Interestingly media ownership is usually much more diverse in the countries
where newspapers continue to do well. I doubt that sales are soaring anywhere
but it seems they are maintaining levels.
I suspect the Herald Sun will survive, the Australian will
become a weekly and the Age will be published as a ‘digest’ one day through the
week with a Weekend Age.
I shan’t abandon newspapers or my Saturday ritual. I will
even occasionally read the Herald Sun and the Oz. I will continue to worry
about journalists and their jobs.
But I just wonder if one day in the future a whole swag of
people think to themselves ‘I think I’ll go back to buying a newspaper’ and
there aren’t any there? Vinyl records are being sold again (and at a crazy
expensive price), physical book sales increased last year (even a few new
bookshops opened), there are several ‘phone only’ mobile phones available and
‘old fashioned’ sandwich shops are becoming popular.
Have to go now, the cryptic crossword awaits and then the
cartoons.
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