Summer frivolity

Had lunch today with two former colleagues from the Titanic. They were hot on the subject of how to 'teach black people to think black again' (albeit in a '70s Black Panther/Fidel Castro kind of way) and how to overthrow shared participation agreements, mutual obligation and white civilisation in general.

One of them has a novel 'make love, not war' idea for outbreeding the white population by making mass deposits at IVF donor banks. I said: But isn't there an issue of selection involved? Him: I wont put down my race. Me: Hmmm, lots of people are closet racists and go for the old Aryan blue eyes, blond hair at those sperm banks, anyway. And what about cultural transmission? Wont you be creating a new stolen, or implanted, generation? Him: By the time they're adult, we'll have the technology to implant a silicon chip in them with all language and culture on it they need. (He tells me one of his pick-up lines for tourists is: 'You can't leave Australia without an intimate experience of the world's oldest living culture.')

They plan to set up a website ('what we need is a website and a bus') to rally the troops. The idea is that people from all over the world will stumble across the website and start offering donations, and so a new political movement will be born. I said, 'What if people only give you scabby amounts like $2.00?' Them: 'Well, if one million people give $2.00 each, that'll be $2 million.' None of this really accords with my experience of maintaining a blog. Actually, I've been invited by one of these guys to write a joint-blog on Indig affairs, but I've side-stepped this exciting, potentially libellous offer thus far.

In other news: packing up, cleaning up for my grande tour of Sydney (next 2 weeks) and Melbourne, where I'll be minding le chateau de whitebait from 29 Dec to 6 Jan. So if I haven't told you I'm coming, I am, and you know how to contact me. (And if anyone isn't working tomorrow afternoon and feels like catching up with me in Melbourne CBD, send me an email or an SMS, because I've got a long stopover in Melbourne, due to the strangeness of frequent flyer point tickets.)

Oh, and Radio National Breakfast: have to say something about that. What has happened to Radio National Breakfast? It has become frivolous -- 'summertime breakfast' with Gerald Tooth, whom I like, but it's not the same. I feel as though the strange intimacy I used to share with Peter Thompson  and Michelle Grattan has been disturbed: theirs are usually the first voices I wake to, apart from Leonard's. Also, Dear Jools revealed the other day that Dr Norman is into body sculpting -- erk! That's definitely put me off him.

So, my own summertime of frivolity is about to begin now. Who knows when I'll blog again? (Probably tomorrow at Tullamarine.)

Comments

[Angus]

Hey El--sorry I missed you yesterday but would definitely like to catch up while you're here!