In the Australian vernacular, Cop You Later

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This is my 125 podcast, each 2 minutes longs, that is 250 minutes or a shade over 4 hours of murmurs, meanderings and musings. I set out to see if a 2 minute audio ‘chunk’ was an ideal ‘listen-to’ length. I never got an answer to that question but it seems that some have held fast to the model so I will say it is, at least, not too long to bore people to death. Its time to hang up my microphone because I am getting stale and searching for ideas in an information landscape that is getting repetitive. When that happens, you start to impose yourself upon your audience. I have had 2500 plus listens which is most rewarding but it works out to less than 10 a day. I am also a little jaded about the stories, most of them based in things that anger me, disappoint me or frustrate me. The wit, such as it is, may have entertainment value but only in endorsing what is wrong with the world not what it right. Larry, who listens, constantly, is forever sharing things in his space that are about beauty and wonder, he promotes the good in life with only an occasional tilt at the stupid and ignorant. I admire that perspective, it is based upon light rather than darkness. I have read pages from all of my followers and many of my ‘likers’ and the majority focus on the wonder of life, the planet and the journey. Sure you have ups and downs but the ‘ups’ win hands down. So this is it well in terms of Such is Life. I guess that says it all really, the last words of Ned Kelly, the Irish Australian rogue with a Robin Hood flair; the resignation, the sense that ‘in the end it all comes down to…’ Without realizing it I picked a title that best fitted my own character, one of ‘resignation’. Well I am not going to resign, I am going to somehow get of my posterior and do something, what that something is, I haven’t the faintest idea but my time is running out and I am not going to waste it by complaining. So thank you, each and every one of you. My comet came into your orbit for a little and now is swinging of into the great mystery. Who knows I might send in a signal from time to time.

Please, whatever you do, take care out there.

With love and thanks

 

This has been Brodie Goozée

To ‘T’ or not to ‘T’, that is the question!

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Call me old fashioned but I have never worn a T Shirt with a slogan or message on it unless there was a specific purpose, like a large 69 on my back on a playing field or something more official like Safety Officer at our yacht club. These Tees have an operational purpose, they advise the reader that the person wearing this garment has a specific roll to play in the current situation. Of course you can wear your ‘event’ T to go to the local supermarket but then it is out of context and becomes something else. Even though I was a child of the 60’s where this undergarment suddenly rose to prominence as slogan carrier systems or just tie dyed, they never appealed to me. I was violently opposed to wearing a company logo unless I was paid by that company to wear it, no free fee marketing Adonis me, but like the blooming of the poster business they became the media for the eclectic announcements like ‘Tuesday is my Friday’ or ‘REACH’ emblazoned in 450 point Helvetica in black. People paid heaps for the clever ones and for those who could not read or for women who did not like their chests being stared at while the reader was trying to decode the message, there was always the smiley face. But there were no smiley faces in the Australian Parliament when a journo who was authorized to be in the Parliament returned from his jog and told to turn his T inside out to hide the offensive but perfect example of journalistic crassness printed on said T. I do have to say it was the most obvious headline in the world but does that disenfranchise our journo’s right to freedom of expression? Since when have security become our style police and how do we define taste vs social inflammation? Je suis a wanker, yes, bit Charlie not really. But such is life.

Until for the next time this is Brodie Goozée

Mornington closed for resuscitation

Each year we close our First Avenue and resuscitate the taste-buds of the gourmet gendarmes at the expense of the businesses that serve us so well for the rest of the year.  Criminal I say, what do you think?

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