Noel Pearson has an
insightful opinion piece in The Australian, which he starts by requesting a new metaphor for a multicultural society, and ends by skewering the reactionary canard of "multiculturalism gone too far".
This song I'm listening to is odd - Fall meets Devo. I joined
last.fm about two weeks ago. It hasn't recommended me anything cool yet - so far I've only found it useful to record my listening patterns.
It's yet another avenue of self-conscious exposure. We need a "skinjournal" to allow us to catalogue the condition of our skin from day to day, so other people can witness how finally imperfectible we really are. On a scale from one to ten, how much effort do you expend maintaining your electronic persona?