Twitter has a dirty little sex taboo problem
May 18th, 2010 • all posts • 9 comments
When Twitter’s not around, people whisper behind Twitter’s back that it’s a goodie-two-shoes.
Twitter doesn’t take drugs, they say – not even a few puffs of a joint on a Saturday night while watching South Park and giggling a lot. Twitter doesn’t drink more than a few beers or a couple of glasses of wine, and it never gets drunk and does something stupid.
They say that Twitter doesn’t gamble, and Twitter doesn’t steal, or drive fast cars, or smoke. Twitter doesn’t stay up until 3AM playing Gears of War 2 with friends, and it doesn’t eat tubs of ice cream and doritos chips until it feels sick while watching Sex and the City and crying when Big meets Carrie in Paris.
But most of all, they say, Twitter never talks about sex.
Twitter doesn’t talk about sex in the morning, they say, not on lazy Sunday mornings or on any other day of the week. Twitter doesn’t talk about sex in the shower, or in the car.
Twitter doesn’t talk about sex that is a one night stand, or sex that is in a committed relationship. It doesn’t talk about heterosexual sex or homosexual sex or bisexual sex or any other form of sex. It doesn’t talk about what might be right or wrong about heterosexual sex or homosexual sex or bisexual sex or any other form of sex.
It doesn’t talk about sex at all.
Twitter doesn’t mention when it is sexually frustrated, or when it is sexually satisfied. Twitter doesn’t talk about whether smoking a cigarette is great after sex or whether sex is better in the middle of the night or blindfolded.
Twitter doesn’t talk about teenage sex or about sex with an older woman or about sex with someone who’s old enough to be your father or about sex before marriage, or sex after marriage, or sex with your former spouse, or about sex with someone else’s boyfriend.
Twitter doesn’t talk about guilty sex, or angry sex, or dominant sex, or submissive sex, or sex that makes one feel like one has not maintained one’s duty to God, or sex with the aim of becoming pregnant.
Twitter doesn’t talk about sex with clothes or without clothes, or inside or outside or sex on the beach, or sex therapy or about quick, intense sex or long, slow sex, or about missionary position sex or sex on top or from behind or about the Joy of Sex or about gentle sex or fierce sex, or about sunny warm tequila-filled sunshine sex or cosy snuggly Winter sex.
Twitter doesn’t talk about I did not have sexual relations with that woman or about faking orgasms in sex or about having orgasms in sex or about simultaneous orgasms in sex or about multiple orgasms in sex.
Twitter doesn’t talk about we tried something from the Karma Sutra last night or from Cleo this morning or from Men’s Health last week or from what she told me that she did and that we should try because it was really good even though she felt uncomfortable about it but then really got into it sex.
Twitter doesn’t talk about his sex or her sex or anybody else’s sex.
Bloggers talk about sex, and TV shows talk about sex, and movies talk about sex, and politicians talk about sex, and ministers talk about sex, and porn stars talk about sex, and movie directors talk about sex, and novelists talk about sex, and gay talk show hosts talk about sex, and musicians talk about sex, and even Star Trek talks about sex.
IRC talks about sex, and Wikipedia talks about sex, and HTML talks about sex, and instant messages talk about sex, and telephones talks about sex, and SMS messages talk about sex, and emails talk about sex and MySpace talks about sex and Facebook talks about sex and letters talk about sex and postcards talk about sex and scented notes on your pillow talk about sex.
Your high school biology teacher talks about sex, and your parents talk about sex, and your cool aunt talks about sex, and your work colleague talks about sex, and your college friend talks about sex, and that crazy old lady you met on the bus talks about sex, and your lover/boyfriend/husband/spouse/wife/girlfriend/lover talks about sex, and that person in your dreams talks about sex, and Samantha always, always talks about sex.
But Twitter doesn’t talk about sex.
Twitter just doesn’t talk about sex.
Bernard, Deveny’s tweets were no accident
May 5th, 2010 • all posts • 5 comments
This is a response to Bernard Keane’s Crikey article Death by tweet: the Deveny dilemma faces every media practitioner.
Bernard,
I love your articles (especially the one where you singlehandedly spawned a hilarious nightmare of paperwork that is probably still swamping Canberra), and I loved this one.
Up until the point where you started to paint Catherine Deveny as a victim and warned the rest of the Australian media to take care what they post on Twitter.
I have seen Catherine Deveny speak (at the recent Atheist Convention in Melbourne). I watched her actions around the conference. I’ve read some of her columns and I’ve followed her for quite a while on Twitter.
My conclusion from all of this is that you are wrong when you state that what Deveny was doing at the Logies was treating Twitter like it was one big lounge room or pub, where she could “snark it up” with her mates.
Deveny is a media animal and thrives on controversy. In fact, I can assure you that Deveny would view being sacked by The Age as a fantastic notch on her belt to add to her resume and a chance to earn free national publicity for her work — not as the tragedy that many would assume.
We are talking about a commentator who is a self-described “serial pest, professional pain in the arse, cultural terrorist, colorful racing identity” and even a “godbotherer botherer”.
We are talking about a commentator who has a show entitled God is Bullshit — That’s the Good News.
Deveny knew her Logies tweets would garner her national attention — that’s why she posted them. She wanted that attention, and she picked a quick and easy way to get it. She was just controversial enough and just offensive enough that she brought out the insta-pundits on her trail — where she ate them alive like caviar.
No doubt Deveny is right now sitting in a quiet Melbourne bar toasting her success in achieving national media attention and consequently booking out all of her comedy shows and selling more copies of her associated new book than she can print.
Just five hours ago she wrote on Twitter: “I’m performing my one woman show God Is Bullshit That’s The Good News TONIGHT! Trades Hall. Buy tickets here www.catherinedeveny.com”.
A victim? I don’t think so.
The ideal outcome for Catherine Deveny from all of this attention is that she would be picked up as a radio host — preferably with Kyle Sandilands — so that she could spew amusing bile and innuendo designed to attract right-wing Australian outrage like flies to a honeypot on a daily basis. That’s her business. And she is very good at it.
In short, Deveny is in no way a victim of Twitter or anything else. In fact, she understands the platform well.
She continues to treat Twitter according to its nature — which, as you correctly pointed out — is that of that of a tremendously powerful broadcast medium and media aggregator, among other things.
Personally, I am wondering whether Deveny ever worked in public relations. If not, she probably should.
One final thing. Twitter does not pose “a problem” for media companies, commentators or journalists. As Deveny ably demonstrated this week, it poses a tremendous opportunity to gather attention to yourself and become influential.
Media players who do not understand this — and there is no doubt there are many out there, although I do not count you among their ranks — are destined to fall by the wayside.
I have but one complaint to level at Catherine Deveny — and it is a common one. She has more Twitter followers than I do.
Keeping the Door is back in business
May 3rd, 2010 • all posts • No comments
My science fiction and fantasy book site Keeping the Door is now back in business again after a four-month hiatus that lasted three months more than I originally planned.
Some things around the site have changed with a re-design (let me know if you see anything out of place, it’s still a bit rough around the edges!) and the site itself is now owned and published by LeMay & Galt Media.
But by and large it will now re-commence operations, publishing a handful of news stories about the sci-fi/fantasy book scene each week, and regular reviews.
To kick off this week I’ve just published a review of Robin Hobb’s new book Dragon Haven, which I absolutely loved. Go out and buy it if you’re a Hobb fan. And if you’re not a Hobb fan, what the hell is wrong with you? Go out and buy Assassin’s Apprentice, or borrow a dog-eared copy from one of your wiser friends :)
It’s good to be back, and I look forward to getting up to speed with the SFF book world. I have quite some reading to do!
#howl
April 6th, 2010 • all posts • 8 comments
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Twitter, starving hysterical tweeting,
dragging themselves through the #media140 conference at midday
looking for a Wi-Fi access point,
sticker-covered laptops burning for the sparkling invisible
connection to overloaded WordPress servers in the machinery of MediaTemple,
who Fail Whale t-shirts and MacBooks and empty-batteried iPhones sat
up decoding Telstra QR codes in the supernatural darkness of
Bar Broadway, champagne supernova floating across the crowd
contemplating WebJam,
who bared their brains to @mumbrella as one at SHTBOX and
saw @stilgherrian posting rants on odious government filters under the radiant
supervision of @greenj, now @sophieblack,
who passed through #barcamp with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Google-esque startups and new media apostasies
among the @annabelcrabb soliloquies,
who were expelled from the ranks of social media experts for crazy &
publishing obscene polls on whether @silkcharm is a sandwich,
who endlessly debated the merits of #openinternet versus #nocleanfeed,
pledging their @markpesce tweets to the #newinventors
to the #spill behind the curtain,
who got busted in their no-pants Friday blasting #heyhey
to make the trending topics, even bigger than #sydneyduststorm,
who were mystified by the various nefarious, hidden bathroom-tweeting identities of
@stephenconroy, @leslienassar or @deptofinternets,
who purgatoried their souls by debating obscure ancient Christian symbolism
with @cameronreilly
night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares,
with @scottrhodie at #digicitz,
incomparably hungover; litanies of satirising ecstasies directed
at slowly harmonising @bigpondteam,
#qt chatter in the House leaping toward insights of @turnbullmalcolm #rip,
illuminating all the ghost-written doings of @kevinruddpm, of time between,
inspiring anonymous re-tweets of @iconic88, parables of Churchill,
of Gandhi, of Ralph Waldo Emerson,
of @jjprojects,
most of it because @helenrazer is a homosexual,
quiet boroughs of Rainbow Dreams cafe autumn Canberran trees
hiding vivid vibrating #publicsphere and @katelundy,
@renailemay #selfcheckout rantings and endless hot cross buns out of season,
who chained themselves to @latikambourke for the endless
ride from Senate courtyard and #peopleskills
until the noise of @abcthedrum and @newmatilda brought
@barrysaunders down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the dreary light of new journalism,
who sank all night in submarine light of illuminated Twitpic self-portraits of a haloed blissful @neerav,
floated out and sat through the stale beer #adtech
noon in desolate lack of Wi-Fi, listening to the impending onset
of #STUB on the hydrogen Fridays,
who @ replied continuously seventy hours from Sydney to
Melbourne and back again for the jumpy Dawkins-esque #atheistcon hipsters,
lost battalion of misunderstood Twitlongers falling
down the stream out of the hashtag underneath tinyurls,
off the edge of too many TweetDeck columns out of the bottom of
misbegotten #mediawatch sarcasms,
hilariously @jonaholmesmw side-jabbing at @maxmarkson’s
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks of
Naomi Robson Wikipedia re-edits,
@jdub and @piawaugh Linux-Wordpress-gamer-Politico-happy-crazy-kung-fu-coziness,
and rudely satisfying shocks of Grecian choir @cacotopos, @dobes and @bernietb,
echoing through the stolid halls of two girls, one cup,
whole intellects disgorged in total #qanda recall for seven months,
and years with brilliant eyes, meat for the
#isnack20 casts on the glowing brand haloes of
sleeping 1920’s yeast extracts
calmly pondering @nickhodge @scobleizer @frankarr comparisons
who vanished into nowhere Zen aide-memoire leaving a
trail of ambiguous lolcatz picture postcards of @kcarruthers,
suffering TechCrunch sweats and inquisitive group bloggings that led to
protected indigestions of @duncanriley,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
ABC Ultimo quadrangle wondering where to go, and went,
leaving broken hearts and adolescent obsessions over @leighsales,
who concocted excuses to introduce themselves as @franksting or @gavincostello or both,
who studied new age dynamite rocketing social media theory
in single riveting one image powerpoint @trib keynotes,
who loned it through the streets of New York seeking visionary
Jobs-esque iPads who would revolutionise slowly sweating publishing monopolies,
who thought they were only happy when
@wolfcat ruminated in early morning editorialistic enthusiasm,
who jumped in powerboards with the laptop connections of @ssharwood on the impulse of
temporary netbook exhaustion,
@abcmarkscott dynamism,
and late-night @peterhau philosophising
who lounged hungry and lonesome through late-night #ignite presentations
no powerpoint option,
seeking jazz or sex or #startupcamp, and followed the gentle pencil-touchings of
@firstdogonmoon,
re-touched batarang batman cultural investigation detective agency hat warlach,
while @hortovanyi ruminated on traditional cupcake ladies.
@Twitter! Solitude! Filth! Beauty! Disused hastags and unobtainable URL redirections!
Twitter! Twitter! Nightmare of Twitter! Twitter the
loveless! Mental Twitter! Twitter the heavy
judger of men!
Twitter the incomprehensible prison! Twitter the
crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
sorrows! Twitter whose buildings are judgment!
Twitter the vast stone of war! Twitter the stunned governments!
Twitter whose mind is pure machinery! Twitter whose
blood is running money! Twitter whose fingers
are ten armies! Twitter whose breast is a cannibal dynamo!
Twitter whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Twitter whose eyes are a thousand seductive Tweetie-ringed windows!
Twitter whose skyscrapers stand in the long
streets like endless Jehovahs! Twitter whose factories
dream and croak in the fog! Twitter whose
smokestacks and tiny insect antennae crown the cities!
Twitter! In my dreams you coalesce dripping with cynicism,
hope, courage, despair, late night wonder and unbridled wishfulness,
crossing my mind’s highway across Australia in smiling tears
to the opened hinge of my MacBook in the sedated night.
Amen.
With apologies to Allen Ginsberg.
My favourite haiku
March 28th, 2010 • all posts • 1 comment
I was recently reminded of this powerful haiku that I read when young. I believe it to be by Basho, but I don’t know how it might have changed in translation from the Japanese. I don’t mind ;)
A GATE MADE ALL OF TWIGS
WITH WOVEN GRASS
FOR HINGES …
FOR A LOCK … THIS SNAIL
Re-taking the five Buddhist precepts
March 27th, 2010 • all posts • 14 comments
Perhaps the most powerful thing about starting your own company is that suddenly, there are no rules as to what you can and can’t do.
If you have lived most of your life studying at educational institutions and then working in established companies, this can be an amazing thing.
As you will quickly realise, you are no longer subject to the structures that others have laid in place, and so you are often able to become much more efficient and effective in your work. The reason for this is that those structures were often set up to address problems which no longer exist, or which can be better solved in other ways in today’s environment.
A good example of this would be the way that companies provide employees with standardized IT equipment. Back in the 1990’s, computers and other bits and pieces of technology were expensive to buy and maintain, and differences between brands and setups were usually fairly minimal.
What a difference only a few years makes!
Today everyone has their own distinct computer hardware and software setup that they prefer, and woe betide any company who tries too hard to impose a standard corporate environment on an employee. They will find 50,000 ways to get around it – and thus usually work more effectively.
What I have found in my scant two months’ experience as an entrepreneur though, is that you very quickly realize the other side of the equation. That is, without any rules or structures, your life can quickly decay into chaos. You realize that you need to impose a certain degree of structure to ensure you work most effectively.
Now, I don’t want to get back into the corporate lifestyle of working precise nine to five days and doing everything according to the rulebook. However, I do think it’s a good time to re-visit what, as a Buddhist, I consider my essential moral code: the five precepts.
The five precepts are five vows that Buddhists often take when they first become a Buddhist. I’ve also seen kids take them when they reach adulthood. I’ve taken them several times over in the past ten years – particularly when I have slipped back into old ways.
These are kind of like the sins that Christianity warns against. But they don’t say “thou shalt not”. Recognising that we are human, one who takes the five precepts acknowledges that they are training vows which he or she shall attempt to live up to.
But in general they fulfill the basic function of giving you a guide on what trouble areas you should stay away from as a basic in your life, and are a good overarching structure to work within.
They are broadly (keeping in mind that there is much debate about the specific wording of each precept):
- I undertake not to kill living beings
- I undertake not to steal
- I undertake not to commit sexual misconduct
- I undertake not to lie
- I undertake to refrain from consuming intoxicants
Now you could say it is obvious that some of these would be obviously very hard to break. I mean, for most people, it would not be very likely that you would ever kill someone or commit sexual misconduct (for example, cheating on your partner).
So I think it is worthwhile to also include five practical aims that I will try to work towards to meet these broad ethical guidelines. For me, right now, I interpret the five precepts this way:
- I undertake to learn best how to manage anger and rage in my life, and how to experience it but not to let it control my actions
- I undertake not to misuse something that belongs to someone else — even their time
- I undertake not to participate in an activity that objectifies women
- I undertake not to lie, and to communicate as openly as possible without leaving myself open to the possibility of harm
- I undertake to gradually decrease my consumption of alcohol
It is my hope that re-taking these precepts will allow me to become a happier and more effective person in meeting my ambitious goals. When I was 27 I wrote down a number of goals that I hope to achieve by the time I am 35. I’ll cover those in another post.
Australia’s atheists are a happy bunch
March 17th, 2010 • all posts • 13 comments
There’s no doubt that many of Australia’s atheists came to Melbourne last weekend expecting to attract a bit of unwelcome attention.
With all the pre-event press the Global Atheist Convention got (including an ill-fated attempt to take down its website), many were predicting the entrance to Melbourne’s gorgeous new convention centre to be blockaded by representatives from one or more of the various religions that do believe in the divine.
Of course, while these early fears quickly evaporated into thin air, the conference did indeed cause a fair bit of controversy. Keynote speaker Richard Dawkins predictably landed in Monday’s newspapers with his cryptic mention of “Pope Nazi” and his opinion that the pending canonisation of Australia’s own future saint Mary MacKillop was “pure Monty Python”.
Some of the follow-up commentary has also been less than flattering. TV celebrity Tracey Spicer, in an opinion published today on News Ltd blog The Punch, took Australia’s atheists and Dawkins in particular to task for denigrating believers’ intelligence. And at least one religionist did show up at the conference itself, to ask Dawkins loudly during question time for his definition of DNA, to jeers from the audience.
However, if you were to believe that all of this surface sound and fury accurately represented what really went on in Melbourne last weekend, you would be deluded indeed.
I’m not an atheist, I’m a Zen Buddhist and agnostic on the question of God, and so I didn’t really know what to expect from a conference attended by thousands of Australian atheists. I went along with no pre-conceptions and because, well, as an Arts graduate I love debating questions of religion and philosophy in cute Melbourne bars at 4AM.
What I found was one of the warmest, most welcoming and accepting events I’ve ever been to — and as a journalist, I’ve been to thousands.
As a rule, I found Australia’s atheists a polite, intelligent and respectful bunch who enjoy rational discussion about life’s mysteries and the pursuit of science and free thought.
As we sat down for morning and afternoon tea and lunches at the Convention Centre, I would find myself having deep and meaningfuls with random people of all ages and races over a cup of tea and cookies that had the appearance of being home-baked.
During the sessions, I would see bunches of atheists nodding thoughtfully and listening attentively as speakers made salient points, and generally asking intelligent questions of them when they had the chance. Atheist jokes generated scores of smiles and belly laughter at the better ones, while some of the real comedian speakers made many atheists laugh so much they were wiping away tears.
When it was discovered that the power points in the hall had been turned off, some atheists found one that worked, connected it to a power board and cheerfully advertised its existence on Twitter with a view to prolonging the life of everyone’s laptops and iPhones.
Some have mockingly said that the appearance of Dawkins on stage on Sunday night generated a mood akin to a Church congregation. But I didn’t find it had that sort of atmosphere.
Instead, it was more the good-humoured excitement of a group of individuals who had come together over a weekend of discussion and good Melbourne food and were anticipating meeting one of their intellectual leaders who had long guided their insights from afar. There was a happy feeling amongst the crowd that they were enjoying being in “the majority” belief structure for once.
Dawkins’ pronouncement about Mary MacKillop, I believe, was an extremely brief response to a direct question from a journalist about the good lady. The other 99 percent of his presentation was a dry discussion of the origins of universes and life with respect to statistical improbability and even psychology.
I could follow most of it, but at times I felt as if I were back in university struggling to follow an ageing professor’s monologue on James Joyce. It was hardly the fiery lecture about the evils of religion that many probably believe it to have be.
And Dawkins even shushed jeers from the audience when the aforementioned religionist got up to ask her loaded question about DNA. His answer was respectful, considered and above all, educational.
Sure, some speakers were not quite as genteel. US biologist PZ Myers wasted no time in satirically attacking those who, he clearly feels, are fools to believe in a god of some form. His every comment was a journalists’ wet dream — pithy Atheist witticisms in bite-sized chunks that demolished his critics.
And comedian Jamie Kilstein’s fast-paced rant was nothing short of abusive towards anybody who could possibly even consider trying to restrict his fast-paced atheist lifestyle.
Tracey Spicer is right to say that Atheists can do better than saying believers are stupid. The far better path for Atheists to promote their argument is one of gentle, respectful questioning of the basis of others’ beliefs.
And this is exactly what many Atheists — including speakers such as Australia’s own Phillip Adams — stated firmly at the conference.
Every time someone crossed the line and described all believers as “drongos”, there were those that agreed with them, but there were also many Atheists there — in person or on Twitter — who questioned whether that was really the best approach, and hadn’t we all better calm down a little and have a nice chat over morning tea?
After all, many argued, they didn’t want to fall victim to the dogmatic zeal that many atheists criticise religions for using as an evangelical tactic. To do so would be hypocritical.
Many journalists, and I would include myself in this group, eventually get tired of the sort of repetitive and argumentative rhetoric that powerful figures in society constantly push. It was refreshing at the Global Atheist Convention to see so many people resorting to reason, rather than emotion, and respect, rather than ranting, to get their point across.
Australia’s Atheists aren’t the society-destroying retrobates some have made them out to be. I’ve had coffee with them. Overall they’re a happy bunch with a penchant for applying their razor-sharp minds and wicked senses of humour to thorny philosophical and scientific questions over a nice cup of tea.
Journalists on Twitter need to ‘be human’
November 7th, 2009 • all posts • 1 comment
On Friday I gave a brief speech at the Sydney Media140 conference, along with a number of other presenters. Because I only had 5 minutes to talk, I chose to focus on one message and one social networking platform — the most important one currently — Twitter.
This entry consists of my brief speech notes.
This is what I have learnt after gathering more than 2,600 followers on twitter and after posting 11,000 tweets.
BE HUMAN.
Journalists have been trained to be objective. We write articles usually without our own opinion, unless we’re a senior journalist or an editor. We usually can’t include emotion or our own personal experiences.
Twitter turns all this on its head.
Journalism is ALL ABOUT achieving credibility and authority with an audience. On Twitter, achieving authority with the audience means showing that you are human and building trust relationships with people.
How do you do this?
Show your opinion … for example the National Broadband Network. We cover it obsessively at ZDNet.com.au and people want to know my opinion about it.
Show emotion … if you’re angry, get angry. If you’re sad, be sad. If you’re excited, be excited! Put “colour” into your tweets.
Put your own personal experiences on there. Not just about work. About everything. Hobbies, your holidays, if you’re going for a beer after work. For example, I often post about karate.
One example:
The other day I went on a rant on Twitter about how I really hate self-checkout machines at Coles and Woolworths. I had about 100 people reply and started a massive discussion about the issue which attracted the attention of Woolworths PR.
Now I can’t tell you how this relates to journalistic ethics or so on. And from my experience, ZDNet.com.au’s audience still wants traditional objective news, with opinion separated out into commentary pieces and so on.
But, I can tell you that in practice, when you show the Twitter audience that you’re human, they will open up to you.
They will trust you, share a constant stream of news tips with you, respect your journalist work, and really back your publication.
And that’s what every journalist needs.
Sydney Media140 and Ignite
September 21st, 2009 • all posts • Comments Off
Thanks to some cool marketing efforts from our team at CBS Interactive (which publishes the site I work on, ZDNet.com.au), I’m going to be publicly speaking at a couple of upcoming events.
The first is the Sydney leg of the Media140 conference, which investigates the future of journalism in the social media age. The conference blurb states:
Staged at ABC’s Eugene Goossens’ Hall, Sydney on 5th – 6th of November, bringing together Australia’s leading journalists, broadcasters, social media advocates and media academics. To educate and promote debate within the media industry about Twitter and the plethora of other social media platforms and practices.
I’m going to be on the Social Media Tips and Tools for Journos panel on day 2 of the conference (6 November), a session which runs from 11:45 to 12:45. I’ll be on the panel with fellow journalists and producers Wolf Cocklin (ABC Digital), Queensland-based journalist Dave Earley and Future Tense producer Andrew Davies.
The other event I’m presenting at is the third Ignite Sydney, which will be held on 8 October as part of Sydney Web Week. It’ll be held at the Watershed Hotel in Darling Harbour. I can’t remember my exact pitch, but it’s something like this:
“We’re far from dead and still around and kicking. Find out how zombie journalists can rise up and conquer the internet age. Grrr, argh.”
I’m quite excited about both events as, quite aside from the presenting side of things (which I always enjoy), I’ve got a feeling I’m going to meet a stack of really interesting people. As a news editor I don’t get out of the office as much as I used to when I was just a journalist, so when I do, I try to make sure it’s an interesting event!
Filmink covers Reel to Real
July 26th, 2009 • all posts • Comments Off
Just a quick post to note that Filmink magazine has posted an article about the upcoming Zen film festival in Sydney that I’m helping out with. Dubbed ‘Reel to Real’, it’s being held in Sydney on 21 and 22 August. You can find more info at my previous post here.