Thursday, 28 June 2012

Stalking George. The Australian's Megamind.


With the demise of Fairfax's print-based media, the opprobrium being heaped on Gina Rinehart for her tilt at its board and the general whiff of sleaze emanating from the inquiry into phone hacking by News Ltd's tabloids, you'd be forgiven for thinking journalism of the old-fashioned well-written, print-based, long-form kind is on the way out. Add to this the rise of social media, blogs, e-zines, RSS feeds and assorted other electronic-based communications, a great deal of the content of which is (with a few noticeable exceptions) shrill, unreliable, conspiracy-driven, poorly researched and written, it's easy to be left wondering - where have all the good (Aussie) journos gone?

Don't despair. We have some good ones in Australia. Big picture thinkers and analytical essayists like Laura Tingle, Lenore Taylor, Brian Toohey, and Shaun Carney to name but a few. But none hold a candle to the inestimable George Megalogenis, senior writer for News Ltd's The Australian, author and moderator of the news blog Meganomics, and author of three of the most lucid, clear-eyed and impartial books (plus one extended essay) ever written about the nexus between Australia's major economic reforms and the collective impact of these on Australian society and identity.

Billed as The Australian's resident nit-picker, George Megalogenis is my favourite journalist for the single fact that although I have been following his work religiously for five years, have stalked him at almost every public appearance he's ever made and hung on his every word when he's been on ABC TV's Insiders, I have absolutely no way of ideologically pigeon-holing him. He is a Richmond supporter - read “tragic” - a music and cricket buff, the forty-something son of Greek migrants and a very handsome, very tall man with a beautiful speaking voice. 

That's all I know for certain.

Unlike culture warriors Andrew Bolt, David Marr, Miranda Devine or Robert Manne, George Megalogenis is a truly impartial, non-partisan observer of Australia's economy and cultural identity. This makes him an enigma. It is a measure of how well-regarded he is by both political camps that upon its publication The Longest Decade was launched by both Paul Keating (then ex-PM) and John Howard (then current-PM), and its re-issue by Kevin Rudd (then and now - all-purpose fuckwit).

In his books and articles and blogs, he does not start with an ideological or moral assertion and then cherry-pick the facts to bolster his argument. Like a good economics graduate with a sturdy grasp of both the micro- and macro- and a thirst for facts, George Megalogenis is first and foremost a data miner. He digs and he sifts through the numbers, looking for meaning and the stories they contain. He looks carefully at decades’ worth of Census population data, polls, focus group responses, immigration data and all the hard core figures that come out of Treasury. As fellow journalist Annabel Crabb says about Megalogenis, ‘George, you have a beautiful mind.’

Faultlines, as the title suggests, looks at the source of our divisions and contradictions as a society. Our fissures are not based on the old divisions of Right vs Left, but rather, Old vs New Australia, City vs Bush, Inner City vs everyone else. He coins the term Generation W. "Women and wogs" a demographic largely unnoticed by others, but one which he identifies as a group deserving special attention – the people who have both driven and benefited from the reform era and who are best placed to enjoy the society it has created – unlike the other Generation W which deregulation has left behind – Whitebread and on Welfare. You know, Pauline Hanson's people.

In Faultlines, George surveys a cohort of Gen Xs who'd graduated from Ringwood High in the late eighties - gauging the attitudes of residents of Australia's most marginal electoral seat Deakin. The variety of experience, expectations, political opinion and lifestyle choice expressed in this group paints a far more interesting, complex and muddy picture of Australian society than politicians who love a bit of wedge politics and the shrill, lazy dolts and poltroons of the screeching media would want us to believe.

In The Longest Decade, a book I have foisted on various family and friends, he examines the deregulation era under Bob Hawke and Paul Keating and John Howard. Tampa, the children overboard affair, Hansonism, the GST, the baby-bonus, Victoria's Kennett era and Generation W all come under George's relentlessly clear-eyed scrutiny. He challenges our memories of that time because he has at his disposal the results, the facts and the figures of deregulation.

His Quarterly Essay - Trivial Pursuit - examines and skewers the 24 hour news spin cycle and the decline in the national conversation between politicians and voters. 

The Australian Moment is a broad-brush canvas of Australia's reforms, starting with Gough Whitlam's golden ascendancy and spectacular demise (mirrored in Kevin Rudd some thirty years later), Malcolm Fraser's inertia and the Hawke-Keating reform era which, as far as George is concerned more or less ended with John Howard.

In short, George Megalogenis is no culture warrior. Though he sees modern Australia through the prism of the Greek-Australian migrant experience, he is first and foremost a numbers cruncher, a recogniser of patterns, an analyst and story-teller beholden to no one opinion-shaper, even through Rupert Murdoch pays his wages. He treats the reader with respect. He leaves you to make your own judgements.

And whilst he looks like a handsome, olive-skinned Thunderbird, you can be sure there is no Gerry Anderson pulling his strings.

Do yourself a favour and read him.

Saturday, 2 June 2012

Muddy K's excellent Scandventure.

Stay tuned for a series of posts from guest blogger Muddy Karpitz as he shares his excellent Swedish adventures with an unsuspecting and unprepared reading public.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Marcia Marcia Marcia!


In a half-@rsed attempt at intellectual self-improvement and as a break from the mind-clearing, sweat-inducing hot-boddery of indoor rock-climbing, I occasionally like to get along to a public event at the State Library's Wheeler Centre, usually dragging Muddy along with me for company. Which is why we (and young Red) found ourselves at an IQ2 debate at the Melbourne Town Hall last Tuesday. This series of Oxford University - style debates has covered some interesting topics in the past, and this one - "Freedom of Speech is Over-Rated" - promised to be very interesting. Neither Muddy nor I hold firm views on the topic - we believe strongly in the principles of freedom of expression yet also wonder if freedom of speech is just a cover for bad manners - something obnoxious pricks trot out when they are challenged for their stupidity or offensiveness.

The crowd consisted of the usual mix of the young, the old, dags, grey cardies, retired public servants, booksellers, asymmetrical haircuts, bike helmets, beards and woolly vests, along with members of the aspiring literati, cl!terati, twitterati and blogerati - you know, Radio National listeners.

But I won't dwell on the crowd - what I am here to dwell on is how stultifyingly awful and chronically disappointing the first speaker for the affirmative, Professor Marcia Langton was. Oh. My. God. How could a normally articulate and otherwise charismatic speaker have come across so ill-prepared, so incoherent and rambling, so full of stillborn pauses and sentences that went deep south of nowhere. It was excruciating. It was embarrassing. Paper-shuffling? Running over time without getting a proper conclusion in? I expect better from a senior academic from such an august institution as the University of Melbourne.

Quick tip, Marcia: I don't think you need to be a brainiac constitutional lawyer to understand that the purpose of our constitution is not to enshrine individual rights - and consulting one might have helped you craft a better argument. Price of a coffee ($3.50 for a barista/barrister) would have saved you nine minutes of embarrassment. Not to mention podcast posterity...

I for one was grateful for the presence of uniformed students in too-short kilts - girls, pay attention to the three key lessons of public  speaking :

Prepare. Prepare. Prepare.

Sunday, 6 May 2012

Novelty cakes - check out Evi's Simply Cakes Melbourne

Folks, just a quick plug for Simply Cakes, a Melbourne-based cake decorating business owned and operated by Evi A, cake designer and fondant artist extraordinaire. She bakes single layer, multi-tiered and itty bitty cup - cakes fresh on her premises and then turns them into edible works of art. There is no cake this woman can't ice, mould or sculpt to look like your favourite toy, logo, comic book superhero or avatar. Hell, this woman could make a cake that looked like Mick Malthouse if you asked her to.

Recently, Muddy and I ordered some cupcakes with a Simpsons twist for our tenth wedding anniversary lunch. Moist, chocolate devil-food flavoured, coated in yummy fondant and utterly delicious, they were the sublime finale to a perfect lunch.

Next time you have a function, be it a wedding, anniversary or kids' birthday party, visit Simply Cakes. You'll be amazed what this woman can create for your special event.


Saturday, 28 April 2012

Nothing quite like homemade...


I am growing exceedingly fond of convenience in the kitchen, but there's nothing quite like the home-made version of a favourite food, especially when it's made from something someone close to you has grown or cultivated themselves. 

Which is how I came to make several batches of quince paste not once, but twice this month. A work colleague (let us call her Kee Bordz) very generously provided me with several bags of quinces (some bruised and battered, some with just the right amount of that weird sticky fur) from her tree. Lugging them home on the tram, my mind wandered to the possibility of making my own quince paste, given I am a fan of the Maggie Beer variety

I'd heard making your own was a bit of a pain, and friends had warned me it wasn't worth the effort, but I paid a visit to taste.com.au and found a recipe that looked easy enough. 

Peeling and chopping quinces is a real bitch, there's no denying, but if you have a good grip on a sharp knife and a decent peeler, you'll be right. All the recipe requires is a food processor or KitchenWiz, as well as a diffuser for your stovetop and off you go. Oh yeah, and about three hours of spare time where you will essentially be chained to your stove...

Seriously, though, despite hours of stirring, the result is worth it. I have made it twice now, using the recipe above. My only cavil is that I can't seem to get the intense berry-red colour that everyone else seems to brag about. Mine is more of a dark salmon pink. Texture and taste however, are perfect and the fact that I have had requests for it, means I'm onto a winner.

Enjoy with some creamy brie or a tangy cheddar.

Friday, 6 April 2012

Des Bishop bangs my drum

Apparently, Good Friday is about the son of God dying so that we might be saved, or redeemed or something. Or maybe it's about having extra fish with your chips to mark the start of an extra long weekend.

Anyhoo, for me and Muddy K, Good Friday this year was about having a day off work, having a late shower, and then heading into town for some Melbourne International Comedy Festival fun.

We scoffed a quick dinner of Barossa Valley shiraz and some aoli-soaked fries before noodling down to the Hi Fi Bar on Swanston Street to see Des Bishop Likes to Bang.  Why this show? Well, frankly, in the festival program, there's a photo of Mr Bishop wearing a tie. I thought 'He looks smart. He must be funny too.'

And he was. Very, very funny.

American by birth (a New Yorker to be precise), and an Irish resident since his teens, Mr Bishop has great fun taking the proverbial out of Irish drinking habits, Irish emigration, the pleasures of an Australian holiday working visa and the trauma of buying hair dye for men. He knows just how to work both the natives and the Irish expats in the crowd.

Along with an extended bit on his own teenage drinking, there is a fabulously filthy extended riff on hotel sex, menstrual sex and hotel menstrual sex:

"The maid'll walk in the next morning, thinking she's stumbled onto a crime scene."
"Do it in the shower. Pretend you're making a horror movie."
"Hey, moisture's moisture!"

The show ends with a spot of audience participation. Mr Bishop has taught himself to play a Roland V-drum kit in the belief that anyone can write a hip hop hit, provided the lyrics are just "arrogant enough" and the chorus ripped off a known, popular track. He enlists the aid of audience-member Sean from Adelaide who provides a terrific Bon Jovi "Always" chorus to accompany Mr Bishop's own hip-hop composition.

The show runs until 22 April. Check it out.

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Garden of Nerdy Delights

Last Saturday morning I enjoyed a long and leisurely walk around the National Rhododendron Gardens up high in Melbourne's Dandenong Ranges, with young Hardy Ruggs, another member of the extended Karpitz-Venetian family and a fellow gardening nerd.



Whilst the rhododendrons won’t be blooming until late October / early November (and according to Hardy, they are pretty spectacular!), there’s still much to see during autumn - deciduous trees turning that perfect caramelly brown-red; Rosellas munching on Hawthorn berries, and some late-blooming Azaleas, among other gardenly delights. The cherry walk and lily-pad covered fishpond make for terrific photo opportunities, especially when the sun is shining as brightly as it was last Saturday.

Enjoy a bag of fresh figs in one of the gazebos like we did and your morning or afternoon will be complete. The gardens (which are two minutes from the centre of Olinda) open at 10am and entry is free.