Which famous photographer are you? Henri Cartier-Bresson: Known for street photography and photojournalism "We are passive onlookers in a world that moves perpetually. Our only moment of creation is that 1/125th of a second when the shutter clicks, the signal is given, and motion is stopped..."

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Last night I was quite excited, because I got to go and see some live music, and regardless of the music, whenever I get to do that it makes me feel that Canberra is not such a desolate hole, void of all interest and possibility of life within its streets of curvéd death. So I try to see some music as often as schedule and the Canberran Desolation (now there's a band name) permit, because, you'll understand, I'm prepared to put a bit of effort to avoid the "desolate hole, void of all interest and possibility of life within its streets of curvéd death" feeling, because that's just not nice. In addition, whenever I see some live music, it makes me feel less of a blanket-dwelling nanna.

I found out that Agnes Kain were playing at the Phoenix via the Half a Cow email list, so I had checked them out and enjoyed the experience, so was extra excited about the prospect. And I did enjoy muchly, because what's not to love about someone who can infuse the phrase "yellow galoshes" with musicality? Not to mention incorporate the glockenspiel. And it rapidly became apparent that the lead singer is someone I went to high school with, which is still spinning me out, finding out that the voice you'd been listening to belongs to someone you know. Not to mention that those year 7 classes where we each had one bit of the glockenspiel to bash may have actually paid off for someone. So their album is really good, you should check them out too, and ensure that one day I get to do the well when I went to school with her... thing that is such an asset at dinner parties.

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There's something hilarious about the Government offering a critique of the Rock Eisteddfod. One of the most hilariously lame events to have taken the teenage world by storm and our government, being such upstanding defenders of free speech, criticises students for being political. Because Mr Bush will be in town. A bunch of students dancing might offend the President, and to do so during APEC, well, "it can be embarrassing for us as Australians". I've no doubt that Rock Eisteddfod could be embarrassing for us as Australians, based on some of my alma mater's extravaganzas, and if they did so actually during an APEC meeting it could forge whole new levels of national humiliation. But if the President of the United States chooses to watch a teenage dancing fair, then he gets what he deserves. And if he decides to assess the national position on the war in Iraq from a group of students dressed in lycra, well that's the kind of hilarious turn in international politics for which I long.

Time to give the pith helmet an airing...

Hurrah! This blog shall once again have a chance to serve its orginal purpose. I have the chance to present a paper to a conference in Philadelphia, and to that I say Yay! The cheesesteaks shall be mine! It shall alas be but a brief excursion, yet still time will be found to visit New York and my friend in Boston.

I'm hyperventilating with excitement about this, although find some level of hilarity that there is an exhibition of Renoir on at this time, what with my previously stated opinion of Renoir.