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Edition #6 2011


Murdoch Empire Telegraph & Indian Ocean Review – Since 1975

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Edition 6, 2011 Metior acknowledges that this is and always will be Aboriginal land. Metior is a Murdoch University student publication. For latest Guild news, events and info go to www.the-guild.com.au Find us on Facebook www.facebook.com/metiormagazine Want to catch up on previous issues? Go to www.the-guild.com.au/metior Editor Sonia Kohlbacher Graphic Design Karmen Lee Photographers Duncan Wright - Photographic Director James Fosdick-McGrath Aidan White

Our undying everlasting gratitude to... Kenny Yang Declan Luketina Rodiyah Fiedorowicz Clint Little Heather Sharpe Michelle Stanley James Ahern Kyle Pauletto Ashleigh D’Alonzo Michael James Howard Mckenzie-Murray Kyle Lyons Jenita Iyalu Jenai Tomlinson Regi Swift Sue Clennell Jez (Krause Komics) Pranita Pawar Jake Dennis

Guild Notes.......................................................................... 2 Editorial................................................................................ 2 Books along the Seine........................................................ 3 MISA Report......................................................................... 6 Murdoch University Indian Association............................ 20 Purgatory........................................................................... 22 Environment There’s Gas All Up In Kimberely’s Hub.............................. 14 Powershift.......................................................................... 30 Tiger Tiger.......................................................................... 31 Lifestyle 4 Steps To Embracing An Awkward Party Moment........... 5 Mental Health Week Event................................................. 5

Metior’s deadlines for the remaining issue of 2011 is 14th October

Ode To My Suburb............................................................... 7

If you’d like to contribute writing, photography, poetry, illustrations or ideas please email us at metior@the-guild.com.au

Pimp My Pantry................................................................. 12 Horror Wears The Scope Coat............................................ 18 Pubes and Sticky Substances............................................ 21

Editor Sonia Kohlbacher

Advertising Alex Bellotti

Phone 9360 2158

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When I was Young ........................................................... 26

Email metior@the-guild.com.au

Email publications@the-guild.com.au

Together Alone.................................................................. 28

Address Murdoch University Guild - 90 South Street, Murdoch WA 6150

Quayde Baker and the Woodland Fairies......................... 24 Behind The Screens .......................................................... 26 Music Architecture In Helsinki..................................................... 10 Top Three Perth Bands...................................................... 23 Photography Aidan White......................................................................... 8 James Fosdick-McGrath..................................................... 16 Duncan Wright................................................................... 32 Poetry Advertising Men.................................................................. 3 To The Strangers I will Meet............................................. 15 To The Girl Who Lingered Amongst My Thoughts............ 29

Disclaimer Metior is published by the students of Murdoch University, under the governance of Murdoch University Guild of Students. Content should not be regarded as the opinions of the Guild unless specifically stated. The Guild accepts no responsibility for the accuracy of any of the opinions or information contained within the magazine.

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GUILD NOTES

BOOKS ALONG THE SEINE

Words by Bec Thompson - General Secretary

Words by Howard Mckenzie-Murray

When I started at the Guild, the last thing I expected to find was family. I thought the most I could achieve at uni was an HD. The best experience a Friday drink at the Tav. And that all knowledge could be found somewhere in SW Level 3 of the Library. How things change. We’re a fairly mismatched bunch down here. Our offices become a melting pot of ideals and values, visions and experience. And like any family, we have our differences, our quirks and a second cousin we try to avoid because of what happened at that party, that time. Sometimes, we all come together around the table and see eye-to-eye. That’s when the magic happens, and the world expands. Bush Court fills up with markets, the Fitness Centre is overhauled, we find better food, access free internet, rebrand, expand services, party with our clubs and hang out in the learning common well past midnight. And like a uni degree, for all the behind the scenes work, sometimes what we have to show is a photo on stage and piece of paper. But it’s the difference inside that matters. Inside the University, inside our organisation and inside of us. As our term draws to a close, I see we have all changed and grown for the experience. And not one person will walk away from this office in the same place they began. Thank you all for the lessons, for putting your trust in us as student representatives, and for the opportunity to find my place in the Murdoch family

EDITORIAL Words by Sonia Kohlbacher It’s finally Spring! The time for daisy chains, growing your hair out and shorts. But then why does everything look so...grey? Maybe I’ve been looking at Cadby’s face too long. You know the guy that wrote the cunt article in the last issue? Grey face. Oh guess what! The other day (like...Friday) I was down south at Mum and D’s and ate a Vegemite sandwich in the shower. Best part is it didn’t get wet. Though it got stuck in my throat for a bit and I wasn’t sure if I was about to collapse in the shower to the horror of my mother when she found me passed out naked next to the soggy remains of a sandwich, or if eating more sandwich could push it down and thus prevent the above from happening...I’ve forgotten where I was going with this. Anyway, I felt really Australian at that moment. Eating the Vegemite sandwich. Before it got lodged in my oesophagus. Oesophagus. What a grand word. Anyway, instead of dribbling on about years ago I’ll give you a quick daisy chain making lesson: Pick a daisy. About 2cm from the end of the stem use your thumbnail and then fingers to make a slit in the stem. Thread a second daisy through the slit. Make a slit in the second daisy as outlined above. Go along this line with a few flowers until you think it’ll be long enough. When you want to attach the two ends, make a slit in the stem of the last daisy and put the flower head of the first daisy through it. Ta-da. You look gorgeous.

WE WANT YOU

PARIS, FRANCE – Walking the length of the island on the Seine, beginning on the Eastern side on the Left Bank before crossing over the pont Neuf and ending up at the Louvre, I stopped at a stall where I’d occasionally found American books. There were only a few who sold them and most were contemptuous even about asking. The few who had American books were on the Right Bank opposite the cafes and florists. The proprietress of this one had a round frostbitten face and great waves of grey hair. She tried to sell me more than I wanted and to keep her happy with me I would buy a book on Cezanne or Metisse or Picasso because it didn’t matter if they were in French. Immediately beyond the next bridge two neighbouring stores had such beautiful leather bound first editions that I stopped to read the French titles. They were so beautiful I contemplated buying them even though I didn’t read French. I had it in my head that a beautiful French woman would read these to me in bed in the morning before it was light. As I headed to Jardin de Carrousel I thought hard again about those books and the beautiful woman until I saw our bed very clearly, as though there was a real bed somewhere just like this one, and I saw the book open and face down on the covers which were partially folded back on her side, and the gold lettering on the spine of the book shone in the light from the lamp. Our clothes were hung over the heater in the corner so they would be warm for when he got up and I listened to the sound of her releasing her robe behind the bathroom door and the silence before the shower came on, and while I waited I would recall the schemes I made with a young girl back home years earlier that involved Paris and be lost in sad reflection – that such a simple, innocent thing couldn’t last. Then the shower would stop and there would be the rustle of a towel and the door would open, bringing light into the room and the smell of clean skin and hair and I would shower knowing that she was sitting by the window combing her hair and drawing mascara around her eyes, and then we would have a day, an entire day, together. I carried that warm picture to the Louvre with my hands in my coat pockets, with dusk falling and the sound of my boots over the cobblestone square of cour Napoleon, but as the streets narrowed along rue de l’opera, and the pushing and crowding began, and the apartment windows above the shop level came on, and the neon of Moulin Rouge stood in contrast to the night, I dragged it all the way home like mortar in my stomach, all the way to Rue de Ordener in Montmartre.

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This is the second last issue of Metior for 2011, which means you’ve got one last chance to submit your shiz this year. So get on it, jump onto that bandwagon and send poetry, photography and writing to metior@the-guild.com.au editorial deadline is strictly 14th October (eep)!

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4 STEPS TO EMBRACE AN AWKWARD PARTY MOMENT

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1. Forget the party music, listen to your iPod. You are having a great conversation about politics, the meaning of life and how it’s not gay to love Sir Ian McKellen. All of a sudden a Taylor Swift song (or whatever shit the kids are listening to) pathetically spits out of the speakers. You only have one option; whip your iPod out, put on your headphones, and play “Good Vibrations”. Your ears are now protected from the popularised Euro-Trash that they have included into the “party mix” (always a party with a Britney Spears song to remind everyone how lame the party is without sluttiness). Remark “Thank fuck I’m not listening to that shit like these idiots” right after the song ends, and point to some idiots aka everyone who isn’t listening to the motherfucking Beach Boys!

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2. Make constant eye contact. You’re talking to an attractive girl when all of the sudden you’ve run out of compliments for her hair and she’s run out of compliments for your newly grown sideburns. Before you both end up scratching at your shoulders and muttering a chorus of incomprehensible caveman grunts, STARE AT HER! Place both feet firmly on the ground, hands at the side (as if you were about to grab your six-shooter) and just stare, like it was a Wild West showdown, of love. Slowly she will become trapped in your soulless gaze as you penetrate the very core of her being.

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Inside her head: “Like, OMG, he’s (looks) like Leonardo off that ‘Gilbert Grapes’ movie!”

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Inside your head: “My eyes! Do they still exist!?” 3. Perform a card trick. Everyone has run out of things to talk about and the attractive girl has left, leaving the unwilling participants trying to eye the party to find her. But none of you can bring the courage to leave. All of a sudden you pull out a deck of cards and begin a card trick. Best performed if you know any magic tricks or if you brought your rabbit Snuffles to the party, again. Ask Person 1 to take a card, repeat for everyone. Ask Person 2 to swap cards with Person 4 and Person 1 with Person 3, continue until everyone has seen each other’s cards. Now for the finale, throw the cards at them saying its “52 Pickup, bitches!” and run. 4. Drink, and then drink some more. Grab a drink and drink some more. Repeat until you are dancing in front of everyone. The next morning make sure the last thing you remember is crying to “My Heart Will Go On”.

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Mental Health Week, 9-15 October, is an annual national awareness event held every year to coincide with World Mental Health Day, which is held on 10 October each year. Mental Health Week aims to raise awareness of the importance of mental health and wellbeing in the wider community. Murdoch University Health and Counselling will be promoting World Mental Health Week. There will be a giveaway of some free plant seedlings ! Chris Ferreira, local GGTV “Great Gardens” personality will be there advising on healthy plant growth. Enter the great free competition! Come to the event outside Health and Counselling on Thursday 13th October between 12 noon and 1.30pm.

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MISA REPORT

ODE TO MY SUBURB

Words by Kenny Yang

Words by Rodiyah Fidorowicz

From The Desk Of MISA (Murdoch International Students’ Association)

I Live Here Now; An Ode To The Perth Suburbs

I don’t know about you, but coming from a country smack on the equator with an all year temperature of 30 degrees Celsius, I’m pleased to see the Perth winter finally behind us. Spring brings with it all sorts of exciting outdoor fairs and bazaars including the Multicultural Festival at Murdoch’s own Bush Court in a couple of weeks.

A recent move from the big smoke of Melbourne City to the, uh, cosy suburb of Willagee left me feeling somewhat in limbo. While over my three years of absence I had changed jobs, hairstyles, boyfriends, hobbies and even my Uni degree, the West Coast appeared as it always had; sunny, unassuming, pleasant...and boring as hell.

This semester’s Festival will be bigger and better than the last, and will be a feast for the senses with a plethora of cuisines from all across the world to whet your palate and a number of fantastic performances from our own student groups on campus.

A quick stroll down the recently hipsterised Northbridge precinct, namely William Street, proved me wrong. Things were happening in little ‘ol Perth. The usual suspects were out in full force; small bars, mini film festivals, vintage stores, even hip-hop karaoke...it was all here. Further investigations along the new cafe strip in Maylands and ever-extending array of cute coffee shops in Fremantle only reiterated what I had discovered; Perth was cool. What I couldn’t seem to make peace with was the “two-zone concession ticket please.” No matter how I looked at it, a 35 minute bus ride to anywhere left me feeling pretty damn isolated.

You should of course come down and sample the dishes on offer, from Malaysia’s Nasi Lemak to Chinese Dumplings and possibly even...vegemite? You could also come down and take on a stall yourself, donning your very best kebaya/kimono/sarong, putting your master chef skills to the test and get yourself in the running for the Best Multicultural Stall Award and the $300 voucher that comes with that, compliments of Utopia. (Think of how many Bubble Teas that would get you!). Rumour has it that I may be cooking up something exotic for Multicultural Festival as well, but those rumours are unsubstantiated. After all, we wouldn’t want Murdoch to be stricken with a bad case of food poisoning now would we?

During my first week I attempted to embrace my new suburban status. I enlisted the aid of a little auditory inspiration and blared Ben Folds ‘Rockin’ the Suburbs’ back to back, along with Arcade Fire’s ‘The Suburbs.’ I even hit repeat on the Simon and Garfunkel number ‘My Little Town,’ against my better judgement. Finally, when whistling along to the jovial intro of Edward Sharpe’s ‘Home’ failed to rouse my spirits, I called it a day. Maybe food would help? A visit to my local IGA yielded little further result. I had been hoping to recreate the love I’d had for the deli section at my Sydney Road supermarket, where a bonafide Italian Nona used to give me generous samples of delicious fetta and write suggested recipes on the back of my receipts. Not so here. The ‘deli section’ appeared to simply be a small fridge comprising of a few jars of marinated olives and meagre slices of cured meat. No Nona’s in sight. Even popping into my local bottle shop couldn’t lift my mood, with the price of cider leaving me in a stupor. Where was the support for a student-budget tipple? I was left with the choice of red or white wine. In a box. Oh, sorry, make that a bag. Yes, a goon bag, thanks. It was a sad walk back to my new house.

Further investigations along the new cafe strip in Maylands and ever-extending array of cute coffee shops in Fremantle only reiterated what I had discovered; Perth was cool.

Krause Komics

And then something amazing happened; my neighbours came around. They brought fruit and fresh bread and said all kinds of wonderful things like “Welcome! We live next door!” And suddenly it felt like I was home. That’s really all it took. Just to know that I was living next to real people, not nameless folk who I had carelessly not bothered stopping to say hello to. They reminded me there were two beautiful big parks where I could study in the sun, an awesome op-shop and even introduced me to more neighbours (who’d have thought?!) that were equally as lovely. Thanks to that simple welcoming gesture, I realised the suburbs really weren’t all that bad. You’ve just got to learn to reach out and make a little effort.

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PHOTOGRAPHER Aidan White

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These photos capture the culture and action of the lifestyle that is skateboarding in Perth. Every skater has their own unique style and aproach to the way they ride their board, I try to portray these characteristics within my images. To check out more photos go to aidsofspades.wordpress.com 9


ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI

ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI

Words by Michelle Stanley

Words by Michelle Stanley

Michelle Stanley caught up with Cameron Bird, lead vocalist from Architecture in Helsinki and chatted about culture, life on the road and surviving a share house!

flesh out the ideas. We’ve had a lot of fun working on our videos and it’s something that we place a huge deal of importance on. You’ve done quite a few remixes as well, the latest being Cut Copy’s “Need You Now”, why do you remix? Remixing for us has always been really interesting. You learn a lot about yourself as a producer and as a song writer, and you also learn about the way other people work and the sounds they use. It’s always good; it’s sort of like looking under the bonnet of a car and going “oh, so that’s how that works”. It’s a good exercise for us in song writing and meeting people and working with our friends. Yeah, it’s definitely a really positive thing for us to do.

You’ve always had a bit of an electronic sound in your songs throughout the years and in this latest album it’s a bit more prevalent. The change seems to be a general theme for ‘popular music’ over time, so what do you think has caused the progression? I think it’s more of a natural evolution. We’ve always had those elements, like you said but they’re a bit more prevalent. The space we were in, we didn’t have a drum kit set up so that meant there was less live acoustic drums and I really like programming drum machines as a skeleton or a base for a song – I think it works for us and that’s how that more elec-

How do you choose which songs to remix? A lot of the times they’re friend’s bands that we do

So as far as adjusting to cultures I’d just say always be humble and don’t always expect people are going to speak English! tronic element came about I guess. It was just more a case of the space we were working with and the time we made the record.

remixes for and they ask us, or we say we love this song we’d love to do a version of it. It’s a bit of a case by case.

Do you think (electronics) will continue to grow or are original instruments on the come back? I can’t answer that yet! It depends on where we set up and where we’re at, who’s producing and where we’re recording. There are so many factors that decide the way that our music sounds.

Have you ever had a song that you wanted to remix and the band has said no? No, we are usually pretty selective and realistic. We aren’t going to write to the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and say can we do a remix of your song. You started as quite a young group so I’m guessing share houses were involved? Do you have any horror stories? Our first record, the last month we got evicted from the studio that we were recording in that we’d built and so the last month of it we recorded the mix of songs in my laundry. That was always fun when your housemate would come in to clean clothes and it’s like 1am and you’re trying to finish the album you’ve been working on for two years. It’s all part of growing up – the share house experience!

Your video clips like Contact High, The Owls Go and Heart It Races just to name a few, are definitely a point of difference between you and other groups – they’re so crazy, there is so much to them and they’re so much fun to watch. Who comes up with the ideas? I think usually it’s a bit of a mix. Most of them we’ve been quite collaborative and we’ve picked directors that we really like working with and they’ll give us a treatment and then we’ll work on it together and

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Our first record, the last month we got evicted from the studio that we were recording in that we’d built and so the last month of it we recorded the mix of songs in my laundry. That was always fun when your housemate would come in to clean clothes and it’s like 1am and you’re trying to finish the album you’ve been working on for two years. Do you have any tips for surviving a share house? I don’t know…Just do the dishes when it’s your turn! Don’t create a rift. You’ve been doing a fair bit of touring – not only in Australia but all over the world. What’s your personal favourite place to play and why? Obviously we love playing in Australia. It’s our home and we always feel the most at ease and confident and comfortable. But as far as overseas we’ve had so many incredible experiences. We’ve played in places I’d never imagined I’d even go to, let alone play music there. With each tour and with each year we’ve picked more and more places off the list. It’s hard to single out any particular one I guess. Do you sit down and say “I want to play there”, or is it more that if there’s an opportunity to play somewhere, you’ll take it? Usually if there’s an opportunity we’ll take it. Like in October we’re playing in Beirut, in Lebanon we’re playing a show and I have no idea how that even came to be but we are playing there! The thing is we get a lot of offers, like we got an offer to play in India recently and all these places that you’d never imagine playing and I think that’s the beauty of music and pop music – it’s such a universal music that it can transcend cultural barriers. It’s cool. What would be your top few tips on adjusting to different cultures and situations? Well the thing with touring is that you get such a small window, it’s like a preview of a city so you pretty much go from the airport to the venue, then go out for dinner and leave! So as far as adjusting to cultures I’d just say always be humble and don’t always expect people are going to speak English! And just try and be understanding of their culture – there is nothing worse than people being rude, English speaking people in cultures that don’t speak English. You always seem to be enjoying yourself, but how hard is it to remember the good points in what must be a pretty crazy life, with an even crazier schedule? Just remembering your audience and that they’re there for the show – that’s the most important thing; that you’re putting on a show and having a positive effect on people’s lives. We’ve had over a decade of Architecture in Helsinki, and after this latest album it seems there is no end in sight… So what’s next? We’ll be touring until the end of this year and hopefully making a new record and the start of next year and we’ll take it from there. … I’d like to think that (the new album) will be out next year.

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PIMP MY PANTRY

Words by Heather Sharpe Making Cooking As Quick And Easy As Your Mum Way too easy and Way too delicious dinner snacks. (Bean Tempura with candied chilli and Vodka tomatoes with garlic baguette) Pimp My Pantry is the brainchild of two crazy blog-writing-fanatics: The Kitchen Crusader (thekitchencrusader.blogspot.com) and Friends on Film (friendsonfilm.wordpress.com). Our recipes are designed to be really easy and really fast and they are always really tasty. The Kitchen Crusader is a culinary action hero, her aim in life is to save you from culinary catastrophes, like wanting to make something fancy and having little to zero cooking skills, or little to zero money… She’ll give you recipes that you can genuinely and actually make if your skills/money are low to abominable. Friends on Film aims to tantalize, tempt and inspire you with photos of the foods you should be making. We’re going to make assumptions about you, we’re going to point at you and assume that there are things that most people (even poor university students) will have in their pantries. We will aim to keep all of our recipes/menus under 15 dollars in addition to these assumed pantry occupants. We’ll mark the items we assume you’ll have with an asterix in the recipe, and all other items will have how much we paid for them listed next to them. Have you checked out your local fruit and veg markets lately? They’re so much cheaper than the supermarket. Do yourself a favour, get some vitamins all up in your grills and head there to get you some cheap, fresh vegies n stuff.

PIMP MY PANTRY

Words by Heather Sharpe You: Heat the oil on a medium heat until a square of bread starts frying immediately when dropped into the oil and turns golden brown in under 90 seconds (then keep it at this temperature, don’t let it get hotter.) Set up a cake rack or sieve over a baking dish, to allow the tempura to drain properly when you remove it from the heat. Using a fork, lightly whisk together the chilled water, flour and egg yolks (til slightly lumpy) Place all the candied chilli ingredients, except for the spring onion in a small frying pan bring to the boil, then lower to a low simmer, leave it there while you make your tempura (5-10 minutes), stirring occasionally. Dip the beans into the batter, coating the whole piece, Transfer each piece as it’s dipped into the oil (cook in batches of about 10 pieces at a time). The beans should take about 1 minute to cook, they won’t go brown, just ever so slightly golden and crispy. When all the beans are done (if you can wait that long!), place on a serving platter as quickly as possible, top with the chilli and the liquid from the pan (which should be thickish). Scatter the spring onions over. Serve immediately. Encourage people to take a piece of the chilli with each piece of fennel. It’s not as hot as you think it’s going to be. Plus it’s delicious. I tend to just encourage people to grab it straight from the serving plate with their fingers… but maybe that’s the uncivilized wench in me.

Poorly covered awkward segue ahoy: So, who isn’t a fan of a get together that involves consuming alcoholic beverages? If you just put your hand up:

Vodka Tomatoes With Garlic Baguette

1) You might have just made yourself look like a bit of a loser just then,

Seves 8-12 as a side with drinks • Cost: $10.20 • With sumac: $13.20

2) Who even are you, get the hell out of town, cut your hair and get a job.

The tomato part: 1kg tomatoes ($2.50) 15 basil leaves, thinly sliced ($2) zest of 1 lemon (70c) 1 tbsp lemon juice - from the same lemon 1 tbsp vodka* 1 tbsp olive oil* 100g Danish feta crumbled (optional and not lactose-free friendly, BUT delicious) ($1) Salt and pepper*

But there comes a time when we get sick of chips and dip, and it feels a little bit same old same old, and actually chips and dips can be pretty darned expensive and not that impressive… so today I’m here to give you two recipes that you could make for under 15 dollars (both of them!) They’re SUPER easy, SUPER fast and SUPER tasty.

Green Bean Tempura With Candied Chillies Serves 8-12 as a side with drinks • Cost: $4.80 • Cost for gluten free: $8.30 You need: 500g green beans ($3) 4 cups of rice bran oil (if possible, or a vegetable/canola oil)* The tempura batter part: 2 egg yolks* 1 cup iced water* 1 cup plain flour* A gluten free batter option: 1 cup polenta ($3.50) 2 eggs* Salt

The baguette part: 2 large baguettes, sliced into 1.5 cm thick slices ($5) ¼ cup olive oil* 2 garlic cloves, crushed or finely chopped* 1 tbsp sumac (optional and extra $$$ but DELICIOUS) ($3) You: Thinly slice the tomatoes, laying them out on a serving plate Drizzle the tbsp of olive oil, the vodka and the lemon juice over the top of your tomatoes. Scatter the lemon zest over the top. Cover in glad wrap and set aside, you could refrigerate this for up to 2 hours.

The chilli part: 3 large red chillies, thinly sliced on the diagonal ($1) 1/3 cup sugar* 3/4 cup water* 2 spring onions, thinly sliced (80c)

Just before serving, mix the ¼ cup of olive oil, garlic and sumac if you’re using it in a small bowl, brush onto both sides of the baguette slices, grill on each side for about 3 minutes on each side (until golden and crunchy) Serve the platter with some forks to allow people to put the tomatoes onto the bread themselves stopping the bread from going soggy. DELICIOUS. No really, delicious. And so freaking easy it should be criminal. But it isn’t, so get amongst it, hey.

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THERE’S GAS ALL UP IN KIMBERLEY’S HUB Words by Michael James

Black, Green and Red Dirt Street Scenes The purpose of having a gas hub has been to concentrate development on one site to avoid a string of developments along the coast. 43 sites were identified; these were cut back to 11 and then 2 before James Price Point was selected. Five non-government environmental groups signed an agreement with the Kimberley Land Council at the outset saying that they would abide by the traditional owners’ decision regarding sites for the gas hub. Wayne Bergmann reminded green groups of this in an ABC interview given after his departure from his role as Executive Director of the Kimberley Land Council. Environs Kimberley responded that the process of finding a site for the gas hub was substantially different to what they had envisioned and Wilderness Society activists are still cranky that the process did not consider sites outside the Kimberley.

TO THE STRANGERS I WILL MEET Words by Ashleigh D’Alonzo

When she dies Lay her with the mountain side Where the icy valleys and snow crisped grass Match the pallor of her cheek The wind and earth will hold her heart And envelop her in sleep.

Veined the lines of Nature’s brush And when human flesh did weep Filled these veins with clear blood. Those sacred lines of love and sorrow Remember now the world she saw The land; its heart, its breath did follow These ancient lines that well with tears Of Rain, of River and of Tomorrow.

Before she lies Let the living know where she had been. The world is on her ancient face And maps the past in soft leather hide Like the boots the trekked With Wilderness by their side.

She breaths although no heart does beat The rich, the young, they will scorn her But the rippled press of time Could only bless, not mar The world that has adorned her.

Where age did touch upon her cheek

A popular perception in the West Kimberley and beyond is that Goolarabooloo activist Joseph Roe went to enlist the ‘greenies’ thinking that he could control the situation but it turned out the other way around. The first part of that last sentence might be right but the second part is definitely false. Noel Pearson has used his column in the Australian to voice criticisms of Environmental Groups attitude to Aboriginal rights. He says that green groups want Aboriginals to have the right to say “no” but not the right to say “yes”.

Noel Pearson has used his column in the Australian to voice criticisms of Environmental group’s attitude to Aboriginal rights. He says that green groups want Aboriginals to have the right to say “no” but not the right to say “yes”. He is locked in his own battle with the Wilderness Society over the Queensland government’s “Wild Rivers Legislation”.But Wayne Barker, one of the team of traditional owners that negotiated the gas deal, said that traditional owners did not have the right to say “no” to the development. He says that they took a seat at the table to try to have a hand in directing the development. Joseph Roe may not have the right to say “no” but he is saying it anyway. Not a lot of commentary is mentioning the issue of the veto. Opposition leader Eric Ripper was all for it when he was minister for State Development – a fact that Premier Barnett loves to remind selected people of from time to time. And now Wayne Bergmann - the man who got the deal signed – is reported as saying that the Federal government should not sign off on the Browse project because the social impacts are not being addressed.

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Meanwhile: Front End Engineering and Design work for the project goes ahead; Workers flying into Broome are not allowed to wear bright shirts; The Broome Shire President has a core group of locals visiting him and ringing him about issues the shire has no say in and out in the scrub Blockaders, Woodside and the Police all taking part in their red dirt street theatre.

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James Fosdick-McGrath These photos document my lifestyle and those that I surround myself. While giving an insight to the life of Perth’s youth. For more photos check out lifeofagoonie.com

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HORROR WEARS THE SCOPE COAT

HORROR WEARS THE SCOPE COAT

Words by Athena Starwanker

Words by Athena Starwanker

Aries (March 21 – April 20)

Virgo (Aug 21 – Sept 20)

The many great courses that suit your firey “been there, done that” nature may lead you to believe you’re a trailblazer, but your devil may care attitude may come back to bite you in the ass... and not in the good way, so use dental damns.

There’s a chance you may or may not want to go ahead with something or not. The best thing to do would be decide what you want first. And start putting yourself first.

Gemini (May 21 – June 20)

Capricorn (Dec 21 – Jan 20)

You will begin the month off on the wrong foot, but don’t worry- all it will take is some new shoes to get you marching again. Take things slowly and you never know, you might get that HD after all.

You’ll revive the sitcom Friends except, since you have none, the show will just be about you walking around in your underwear. For girls this will bring much internet success.

Taurus (April 21 – May 20)

Libra (Sept 21 – Oct 20)

Science finds that stars have no link to the future. Furthermore, the astral plain cannot explain that rash you woke up with. Or why your room looks like it does. Advice: Start the day with a shot of Bombay Gin.

Don’t walk under any ladders, cross paths with any black cats or break any mirrors today. On second thought, don’t bother getting out of bed. This only applies if you are one for believing in suspicions and horoscopes of course.

Cancer (June 21 – July 20)

Aquarius (Jan 21 – Feb 20)

Crabs can be nasty buggers, but can be eliminated with an appropriately astringent topical cream. Either that or just stop being a dirty, nasty whore. It’s a pity you can’t choose whether to go forwards or slow down with your new flame because you’re too prudish to go anything but sideways.

You’ll buy a Donut franchise with an actual donut. Unfortunately, as he stacks shelves, you’ll accidentally sell him to a kid. The kid will die because the donut was 43 years old.

Leo (July 21 – Aug 20)

Scorpio (Oct 21 – Nov 20)

Theatre and Drama is the suitable arena for an ego your size. For a good bit of self abuse though, you should sink yourself into Politics. If you study anything else, please try to remember that tutorials have time limits and after a while your voice becomes rather tedious.

Instant wealth is just a small step away. Reach over and grab that person’s wallet.

Sagittarius (Nov 21 – Dec 20)

Pisces (Feb 21- March 20)

You clearly got too drunk on the weekend and you are feeling the effects. The moon is in the twelfth house causing you to panic about the state of your life, and where you are heading. Chaos is looming. In love? The person you have been eyeing off has noticed and would like you to PLEASE STOP! Tomorrow you will be approached by a unicorn. Do not pet it! Or it will impale you with its impressively shiny horn.

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Been putting all that apprehension you’ve been feeling this week down to your moody Piscean temperament? That was silly. Tip for today; keep your friends close and your enemies closer. It’s not paranoia, they really are out to get you.

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PURGATORY

PURGATORY

Words by Sue Clennell

Words by Sue Clennell

Fictional Story Of A Perth Boy I suppose you’d think there was nothing weird about my grandfather serving me a cup of coffee at the snack bar. Or a lady in the queue saying to me, “Your grandfather says you are just like your mother!” Except for the fact my granddad has been dead for four years now.

One of his idiosyncrasies was to believe in the stars, and he would raid the city’s rubbish bins for newspaper predictions.

Haven’t you ever been in this situation? Someone has died and yet you think you catch a glimpse of the back of their head, just turning around a corner. And you wonder at the coincidence, of someone looking just like them.

Troy wasn’t so much a city boy as a river boy. He would describe the Swan in all her phases. How sometimes on a rainy day she was like an old man’s cardigan, how he liked her best in the early morning when the river was like glass, but night with all the lights following her course was pretty good too. Just like in his grandma’s postcards of Blackpool.

I can understand Perth being a sort of Purgatory. We’re situated right where Dante thought it was when he saw the Southern Cross in his mind’s eye. When he said, “Then I turned to the right, setting my mind upon the other pole, and saw four stars not seen before except by the first people.”

And he was always curious to see how the bathing statue next to the Crawley boatshed was dressed. Hat and dress for the Melbourne Cup, silver tinsel for Christmas, flag hanging from her arm for Australia Day.

I can easily imagine we are all treading water, or rather air, trying out for Heaven with all these little tests; like do you beep your horn if the guy in front doesn’t realise it’s a green light? Can you pinch that extra large stapler out of the stationery cupboard and get away with it? That female who ignored the queue and hailed a taxi out of place after the Christina Aguilera concert, definitely lost a few marks.

Troy said he had sailed on the Duyfken and climbed her highest mast in a gale. He told me about always having to swap schools, deliberately find out who the school bully was and challenge him to a fight, so he wouldn’t be pestered by any kids from then on.

I ponder a lot of things like that; like what the silver angel in Hay street does when she’s not being an angel? Or what the lunchtime sword swallower/ Houdini does the rest of the day? I guess you can tell that my job is fairly routine, data entry, keyboarding the engine numbers of motor vehicles. I got the police commissioner’s vehicle on the screen by mistake one day, and thought wouldn’t it be fun to give it a yellow sticker? Notch up a few marks against me too.

I found out all this in bits and pieces over several months, mind you. Everyone has a story, we just don’t make time to listen. I don’t know where he hunkered down at night. Maybe under one of the bridges. I know it wasn’t with his family since his grandma died, and his parents said he was too wild, too worrisome to stay at home. I suppose they just couldn’t worry about him anymore, their brains gone into overload mode.

Anyway I’m supposed to be telling you about Troy, a homeless thirteen-year-old youth I met for the first time in William Street, when he asked for money to buy something for his sore throat. I felt like saying, “If you didn’t smoke, you wouldn’t have a sore throat,” but that would have put the years on me.

Troy confessed to being a bit stuffed in the head. He’d hear people in bursts, as if his head had been held under water. At four am one day he ran from Canning Bridge to Perth, convinced that the world had ended.

The next time he botted a container of yoghurt from my grocery bag at the bus stop. I thought this kid is tin sharp, one day he will be knife/broken bottle sharp.

ferent. You can’t upset other people and get away with it.

didn’t name him in the news, there was just a paragraph about a boy floating face down in the Swan. Families can have that sort of thing suppressed sometimes. I heard it from the crowd outside Hungry Jacks.

I don’t know whether it was the wrong kind of drugs that caused his condition, but probably. Anyway the end result was that he felt a bit of an outcast, a dropout, and said that was the good thing about the river, it’s non-judgemental. It doesn’t care whether you’ve got a job or a good education.

So what do you feel when someone dies unexpectedly? Disbelief, anger…mainly anger. Voyeuristically, I checked on his stars that day, they said it was a good time to be creative.

One of his idiosyncrasies was to believe in the stars, and he would raid the city’s rubbish bins for newspaper predictions. Of course he’d scoff too, like the stars don’t tell you you’re going to have a mental breakdown today, or your house is going to be burgled, flooded, burnt.

But there’s no need to feel too sad about Troy, because I saw him just yesterday, skateboarding and leaping on the steps, outside the Bank of Queensland in St Georges Terrace. Like I said, this boom mining town is Purgatory, and we all get a second chance.

Why am I talking of him in the past tense? Well they

TOP THREE PERTH BANDS Words by Kyle Pauletto I believe it’s safe to say that Perth isn’t the first city that comes to mind when you think of amazing artist’s home towns, and I write that with no harm intended to any Perth ‘musos’ trying their best to make it in a city that is, despite its best efforts still fairly isolated. In saying that I’m sure there will be some die hard John Butler fans reading this and getting their dreadlocks in a tangle, but again I mean no disrespect, this article is merely my opinions about a few amazing home-grown Perth talents that, for one reason or another, you may not have heard of yet. Since forming in 2002 and with many of Perth’s heavy hitters of the genre dropping off over the short years following, ‘Miles Away’ have maintained a steady standing at the top of the Perth hardcore scene. Since their first release I have said they where one of the best things to ever come out of Perth, and with each album that fact becomes more and more truthful. Miles Away now have four full length albums, each one as good if not better than the one prior. Each and every song boast energy filled, passion fuelled melodic hardcore that begs the listener to feel something. The bands live show, although fewer and further between than they use to be, are an experience in themselves. In a crowd of screaming, sweating, stage-diving and microphone sharing fans it is next to impossible to spot a frown. On a more hip hop note, if you haven’t heard of Mc Tomahawk, I don’t blame you, or judge you, I simply feel sorry for you. His 2008 concept album ‘A Bitch Named Hip Hop’ is one of the greatest displays of well written and produced hip hop I’ve ever heard. The concept of the album is based around the steady metaphor of treating his relationship with hip hop as he would a relationship with a woman, which gives the whole album a depth that not a lot of hip hop even attempts to achieve. Lastly are the newcomers that I did an interview with a couple of issues ago ‘Castle Bravo’. If you like your punk hard, fast, political and generally done right by exceptionally talented musicians then I suggest heading to The Civic on a Friday or Saturday night soon to check these boys out.

Troy would get the frights really badly. And then he’d watch out for police because you can’t be too dif-

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QUAYDE BAKER AND THE WOODLAND FAIRIES Words by James Ahern

Interview with Perth Skater Quayde Baker What are your sponsors? Beyond Skateshop, GMTA Skateboards, Converse Footwear and Picture Wheels. Top quality gear, keeps me going, it’s great stuff (laughs). You grew up in Australia but what is your heritage? New Zealand. Might be some Scottish in there? I can’t remember. Nah, I never really asked. (laughs) How did you get into skateboarding? Watching the X-Games on TV when I was a little kid (laughs). Have you been to New Zealand and skateboarded? No, but I have been to New Zealand. I skated like once at the skate park, for like 15 minutes. I left my trucks at home when I went on the trip, so I just had my board and I had to buy trucks. Do you think that if you grew up in New Zealand you would have found skateboarding? Probably not, probably would have just been a little hobby. Probably would have ate heaps, and played rugby (laughs). Actually 3 of my cousins skate over there, and they’re all sponsored and stuff, so it could have ran in the family. What are your hobbies apart from skateboarding? Drawing, surfing…the internet. Work. Works not a hobby though. Where do you work? In the city, labouring. Been working for a few months now. Where do you see yourself in 5 years? I dunno, I don’t think about that enough. I live for the here and now, I live for the moment. I’m living with the woodland fairies. Come party with me and the woodland fairies.

POPPING YOUR VOX...AGAIN Words by Jenita Iyalu We Asked For Your Opinion

having tea parties, not parading around in lingerie with hysterical mothers putting lipstick on them.

The 2011 Miss Universe Pageant recently ended, what is your opinion of such pageants?

Hayley Ferreira (Law and Politics) - Shoot the mothers! It’s a form of child abuse and they are clearly living vicariously through their daughters.

Ellen Sheppard (Journalism, Politics and International Studies) - I dislike any sort of pageant really, as it gives everybody a shallow sense of what beauty is, and practically objectifies women in front of millions of people; the attention surrounding things like that is ridiculous.

Are you happy with Julia Gillard’s execution of the carbon tax? Eamon Stewart (English and Creative Arts) - No, I think she is doing it poorly. From what I understand, the way I see it, her execution of this policy, regardless of the policy itself, is poor.

Tarnee Thompson (Online Communications and Production) - I think its fine. Don’t really agree with a lot of people who think it’s awful. I mean it’s just like any other extracurricular acting, like modelling, which is a pretty big industry.

Robyn Nell (Environmental Science) - Yes and no. I kind of feel like she’s on a good thing and it can work but I think that she’s kind of realised, because one of her things when they got to the voting was that she wasn’t going to bring a carbon tax, so I think she is kind of avoiding it cause she realises that people aren’t exactly on her side.

Do you think that pageants such as these still have a place in our society, or do they just stereotype and objectify woman? Edward Hinder (Psychology) - I don’t know about stereotyping women, but I think it’s subjective.

Do you think it’s (the carbon tax) necessary and what do you think will come of it? Eamon Stewart (English and Creative Arts) - A government policy that promotes pollution reduction is a good thing, but I think that the carbon tax itself, to the best of my knowledge is too heavy handed. It’s a large scale execution. I don’t really agree with the idea of a carbon tax. I think that it would have to reduce carbon emissions, but it seems to be not a very sufficient way of addressing the problems of carbon pollution.

Robyn Nell (Environmental Science) - It doesn’t really stereotype them cause they get a lot of their own voice, but at the same time it does because they put them in bathing suits and if they are good enough they get through to the next round. I guess it’s another way of making money. What is your stance on child beauty pageants, for example like those shown in the television series Tantrums and Tiara’s? Ellen Sheppard (Journalism, Politics and International Studies) - They are absolutely horrific. To glamorise toddlers and to dress them up in ‘sexy’ clothes and put makeup on them is terrifying to me. Children should be playing with their friends and

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Jordan Ongkili (Law and Psychology) - Don’t believe it’s necessary. I’m more of the philosophy that climate change is cyclic and even if you wanted to reduce emissions it (the policy) is too small, not enough to make a big enough impact.

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WHEN I WAS YOUNG

BEHIND THE SCREENS

Words by Regi Swift

Words by Clint Little

Pete Winter incarnate stands before me; a skeleton of syringes, mixing up with Bundaberg rum I see his body fail. A friend I haven’t seen nor thought about in years. But as this curly haired man stands before me; my youth flashes before my eyes. I see the old shed littered with goon bags. The old cemetery across the road; the dead still plague my dreams. As I fade in and out of the conversation my heart is struck with uncontrollable fear. What happened to my old friends I sit and wonder? Pete sits at soiled tables mixing his ice with sludge from broken taps. The gear really got him; stuck in his veins and ate his body away. Walking like a skeleton he asks for change “spare some change for an old junky,’ he would plead. Twenty three years old and teeth fall from his smile. He had a smile that could brighten the darkest nights now, sickly rotten and festering from ice. Who would have thought that I would be the one left? The darkest the meanest; I was just running. Ryan stills plucks lonely guitar strings, piss flows through his broken mind. His kids sit and stare at broken T.V.’s. A washed up musician trying to live the dream, he stood no chance raised in a broken home. He walks forward from broken relationship to decaying beds. He always loved his women. They always threw panties on stage and legs in the air, he died of the clap last week; I never did get to hug him again. David was the kindest man I met when I was younger. He laid in the bath red filled the room. A razor clasped tight in his hands; his brother screaming black silence as he hugged him. The bath was filling his veins were bleeding. The stitches stuck out like maggots in his skin. His twenty first would never be the same. The red and blue lights flashed sirens screamed parents scurried as the breath fell from his lungs. As the thick ooze poured from his arms so did his parents hearts from their eyes. Never have I seen such pain. John a rebellious skater punk we first met in 02 as I tattooed his arm. He had the world at his feet, a sponsorship followed his desires. He walked down the main street jovial and happy; inside he hid. He held his pain and never spoke. The softest touch, the kindest words he only ever built people up. As he dangled in his cupboard, electrical cable choking the life from his chest I could see the pain in his hands. Mother screaming friends crying; still his body dangled to and fro. Shit and piss fell down his legs onto a crinkled piece of paper. “Mom I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to end this way. I just couldn’t take it. As she walked away my soul fell from my heart, my eyes bled of goodbyes. This is the end and I’m sorry for all I’ve left.” I sit here and look back. The times we shared I’ll never forget; but I can’t forgive myself as I watch them fade away. Why am I so fruitful? Why did I make it out? I would give it all up for just one more day, one more day with any of them. Danny had it played out for him; his dad was a mad man. He sped down the hill throwing the car into a roll, over and over the car crumpled like aluminium foil. In the back was a shovel and some lime; beer cans littered the floor. Jimmy covered in red sat there wishing he could die. Danny would never be the same. In the bush rested an innocent body. Her head bashed in her brains oozing from ear and eye. Her life cut short by a jaded lover. Jimmy topped himself whilst inside; Danny died a little more every day. Booze flooded his mind and smoke filled his lungs. He lashed out at everyone; anger saw him locked up and the key thrown away. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

Diary Of A Student Filmmaker

typing can be surprisingly aerobically effective when performed with sufficient gusto. So keeping a stack of delivery menus on hand is the best strategy. Eliminating the need for kitchen down time means more productivity at the keys. Karl Marx would be so proud.

From conception to birth: The journey of a screenplay. First comes the conception; an often random and unexpected moment of inspiration that catches you completely off guard but leaves just as quickly as it came. You may have felt incredibly inspired and connected for a few minutes there, but inspiration is fleeting and fickle, it chooses to land on a whim and departs on the next breeze. But the seed of an idea has been planted.

Lifestyle changes must also be considered. You can’t be flitting off on a moment’s notice to the pub or the shops when you’re busy gestating what could be the next Citizen Kane, at least this is what you’ll need to tell yourself when you decline yet another social opportunity to spend a Saturday night pecking away at your laptop, eating re-heated Phad Thai and running your Oscar acceptance speech through your mind.

After the initial cherry popping is when the real work begins. First you have to start planning a whole new wardrobe. Much like pregnancy, serious writing requires very specific tailoring. Comfort is king and as much as it pains me to say it the key words here are baggy, stretchy and practical. You wouldn’t think that expectant mothers and self absorbed screenwriters have much in common, but the link is the level of self focus it requires to produce an optimum result. In other words you’ll become so self involved during the development of your child that others will eventually shun you, leaving you with a lot of time to yourself, so why not be comfy?

Mood swings should be expected. The vicissitudes of the writing process can be hell on your biorhythms and each caffeine fuelled all nighter will take its grumpy toll on those unfortunate enough to cross your path. Sleep deprivation can have the same effect upon the brain as indulging in excessive quantities of drugs and alcohol, without any of the preceding fun. It is cheaper though. After pouring your heart and soul into a script and watching the remnants of your personal life crumble around you it comes time for your bouncing baby to be presented to a director for their consideration. To be told at that point that it’s a good first draft and maybe a few changes could be made is like an obstetrician shoving it back in and telling you that it will be cooked in another nine months.

Next comes dietary considerations. Just as a mummy to be is loathe to drag her ever expanding posterior off the couch to waddle to the fridge to snack for two, a determined writer should never leave the keyboard for the kitchen lest the muse abandon them in the time it takes to make a toasted sandwich. The scribe must remember that they are also eating for two, their body and their words, because

So you go home, put on a fresh pot of coffee, order in some greasy Chinese food and start typing.

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A warm day in august a car sat on the tracks. The train sped forward unaware of the car placed so dreadfully. Noah sat there he never thought his dad would try and do him in. A terrible smash twisted metal filled the panorama. Car and train contorted together. Two sat in a car one would be taken away in a bag; the other would leave his mind in that pile of broken and perverted steel. As he walked out of hospital; a severe limp slowed him down. He didn’t speak for weeks just sat there bong bubbling away. When he first ushered words from his lips he sobbed “where’s me dad?” he had no memory of the horrendous fate his father had come to. It’s for you all I try. I left you all in broken worlds; and for this I’m sorry. I walked away turned my back; maybe if I stayed things would be better, maybe not. As fate is laid before we walk this unknown road. Every step another step closer; Sylvia Plath - we all die. Please note names have been changed.

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TOGETHER ALONE

TO THE GIRL WHO LINGERED AMONGST MY THOUGHTS

Words by Clint Little I first met James on new year’s eve 1999, as the nightclub mistress counted down the new millennia the crowded dance floor parted for just a moment and there he was, drink in hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips, just staring at me. He had a mane of curly hair that gave him the air of a rock star and I remember thinking, “If Michael Hutchence had a younger brother, that’s exactly what he’d look like”. When he casually worked his way over to me and took my hand in his I felt a thrill that I never really believed happened to anyone, let alone to me. The crowded night club seethed around us and the sense of hedonistic abandon was infectious. So when James slid his hand under my shirt with one hand and brought my mouth to his with the other, I let him. It may have been the ecstasy talking but whatever it was that was in the driving seat that night I felt a sense of complete and total surrender that was utterly intoxicating. But when relationships begin under the influence, they rarely last. The flash fire of attraction that’s generated by the chemical cocktail firing every last nerve ending is impossible to replicate on a day to day basis. Mind you, that’s not to say we didn’t try. It was summer time and there seemed to be a never ending series of dance parties and clubs to go to. We both worked nights in hospitality, an industry bursting at the seams with party monsters, addicts and other bad influences. As the seasons changed and the nights got colder the social opportunities slowly dried up until James and I were spending most of our time together alone. Which I didn’t mind at first, I liked the intimacy of spending nights at home on the couch, drinking wine, listening to music and talking. We were practically living together and it was a welcomed change from the frenetic pace of the summer. However James soon got itchy feet, he began to disappear for days at a time, doing what and with whom I could only speculate.

Words by Declan Luketina

All the minutes of an hour, hours of a day and days of a week, my thoughts contained only you.

words were like vapour and your touch was a drug, heavy on euphoria with a slight come-down of bliss.

A virus of longing, increasing your presence until you inhabited every dark crevice of my mind. You starved me off anything else, my diet became your voice, and painfully I hungered for even a slight murmur.

Wakeup to reality and you became a fogged reflection in a bathroom mirror.

My friends prescribed me to reality. But I was trapped in a whirl of madness, spiralling downwards, and plummeting heart first into a dark ocean of fantasy. My heart was drowning, it knew the answer that we were doomed but every small sensation survived on your artificial thoughts.

Blood gushed, pumped and flowed as arrows were shot at my insignificant vital organs, missing everything but my heart.

Your eyes never made contact with mine. I brushed my hand up against yours and you responded with a quick pull.

The waves parted, the ink black water receded and you evaporated. I barely see you nor do we ever talk, and it’s perfect.

Every conversation we had (text and vocal) played out in a variety of ways; I imagined you spoke in falsetto and I harmonised our voices more beautifully than you could. As every word I spoke, every syllable I accentuated, and every pause, exclamation, emphasis on the incorrect word.

No longer do I picture your flowing jet black hair that summed up every emotion I felt and no longer do I fantasise on what more could have happened if that single moment found its way through every day of the year. But am I lingering amongst your thoughts? Suddenly the virus awakens and a minute passes.

I wished I had done it all differently…

...when James slid his hand under my shirt with one hand and brought my mouth to his with the other, I let him.

You dressed like every day was a joy to behold, your

PUBES AND STICKY SUBSTANCES Words by Kyle Lyons

The lengths of his absences eventually stretched out to whole weeks, after which he’d turn up on my doorstep unannounced and in ragged form, I knew I’d gotten in too deep. The money he frequently borrowed was rarely repaid and my CD collection began to look increasingly lonely on its shelf. Why I didn’t just end it at that point is a question that still bothers me to this day, but I allowed the relationship to limp along for a few more months until it reached critical mass. It was August and after a characteristic week long absence James came knocking on my door at about 7pm on a Sunday night. He’d clearly been working hard at the coal-face of party central for several days but he practically begged me to come clubbing with him. By this time I had a day job so I bartered him down to going out for dinner, figuring he could probably use some food. We walked the few blocks to a cafe not far from my apartment and ordered a pizza with a salad and some fries to share on the side. James of course added a couple of Vodka & Tonics to our order as well, god forbid he should do something as insane as sober up. When the drinks arrived he decided that he’d been waiting far too long for the fries so instead of waiting another five minutes he reached across to the next table where another couple were enjoying their dinner and grabbed a handful of fries from the woman’s plate with barely a nod for thanks.

Hey Brosaphine, I have another little piece of general hilarity to burden you with. Here she goes. I walked into the toilet and laid my bag on the floor in front of me. I took my time to decide where to pull the toilet seat down from, and after much deliberation I placed my finger on the outer rim and pulled it forward. I sat down and thought about my dirty finger for a while and how my genitals were now pressed against the same surface as countless genitals before. I glanced around the mottled cream tiles; they were covered in tiny hairs and a sticky, mostly translucent film. I suspect this to be the combined urine and semen of a thousand deviant rapists. My fantasy ceases and I direct my attention towards the pube now located on the bottom corner of my bag. I prod it a little with my shoe and the sneaky bastard transfers itself to the toe of my dardy sneeks. I usually find pubes funny (when shared amongst friends) but this was different and I am not happy with the situation. It worsens as I consider all of the aforementioned sex predators who frequent this lowly dive. I finish my business, wash my hands and plan to make my way up to ECL for my lecture, hoping I make it out of the Tav before my insatiable thirst forces my hand once again.

When he sat back down he sent his vodka splashing across the table and onto my mobile phone. Silently mouthing my apologies to the affronted woman, it was the look of horror mixed with pity on her face that finally made me decide that enough was enough. I said goodbye to James for the last time, knowing I’d never see him again, but that I’d be better off alone without him than being alone with him.

I again wrote this at the Tav whilst I was a little ‘tiddly’ lol. I assume that if not I would have assumed more civilised patrons frequented these facilities but this is apparently how my mind wanders after a hot day on jugs.

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POWER SHIFT

POWER SHIFT

Words by Australian Youth Climate Coalition Perth

Words by Australian Youth Climate Coalition Perth

Power Shift Is Coming To The West! Part conference, part festival, Power Shift 2011 is a youth climate summit coming to WA for the first time from the 30th September through to the 2nd October. These three transformational days will educate, inspire and empower hundreds of young people on the greatest challenge and opportunity of our generation: climate change. The summit is run by the Australian Youth Climate Coalition (AYCC), an entirely youth-led non-profit advocacy group, with over 64,000 individual members nationally. The primary focus of the AYCC is to build a generation wide movement to solve the climate crisis. The AYCC story all began with two girls, Anna Rose and Amanda McKenzie, who brought together around 30 of Australia’s largest youth organizations in 2006 to discuss the urgent issue of climate change. Together, as a coalition of organizations, they signed a declaration recognizing climate change as an issue threatening the future of young people, and an issue that we all need to work on together. This marked the birth of the Australian Youth Climate Coalition. Power Shift in 2009 was the moment that sparked what our movement looks like today. It brought together over 1,500 youth representatives in Sydney from across the country for the nation’s first youth summit on climate change. They heard from speakers such as Al Gore and Tim Flannery, and together performed a massive choreographed dance publicity stunt on the steps of the Sydney Opera House. 22 year old Kirsty Albion, a delegate at Power Shift 2009 in Sydney, said: “Power Shift ’09 changed my life: because I stood in a room with 1000 other young people as deeply passionate as I am; because this was the first thing climate-y that I could talk to my friends about; because I made connections with friends while learning and feeling the energy as we were told that we were the Power Shift that Australia had been waiting for, that I continue to work hard on this issue.” Since then, the AYCC has mobilized thousands of young people for events, actions and campaigns pushing for effective climate change policies. The AYCC’s Youth Decide campaign in 2009 was the world’s largest online youth vote on climate change, with over 330 voting events organized across the country and 37,432 young people voting overwhelmingly for greatly improved federal targets. It was the AYCC’s climate change elephant stunt – the elephant in the room – that was credited by politicians as being what put climate change back on the agenda during the 2010 federal election campaign This year, Power Shift 2011 will be similarly transformational, bringing together over a thousand young people in Perth and Brisbane. The Perth summit, hosted by Murdoch University, will empower over 300 young people and provide momentum for a climate change movement in Western Australia. Participants will have the opportunity to hear from world renowned and inspiring speakers, develop leadership and campaign skills through workshops, hear performances from local music acts and connect with hundreds of other incredible young people. Power Shift 2011 will be a celebration of the opportunities the climate challenge offers us, delivering a message of hope and action. Speakers will include experts on climate science and solutions, world-renowned campaigners and politicians from across the political spectrum. Some of the speakers confirmed so far include: • Kumi Naidoo (via videolink), International Head of Greenpeace • Braden Hill, Indigenous Delegate to the UN Copenhagen climate talks • James Bramwell, Public Engagement Director at Beyond Zero Emissions • Nic Frances, World Renowned Social Entrepreneur • Paul Hardisty, Global Director of Sustainability & EcoNomics at Worley Parsons • Dr Carmen Lawrence, Winthrop Professor at the University of Western Australia • Prof Lesley Hughes, Member of the Climate Commission and the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change • Ellen Sandell, AYCC National Director

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The basic cost for the summit is only $85 per person ($100 for late tickets), with discounts for group bookings. The AYCC is a non-profit organization and all costs are used to cover the costs of running the event. The registration fee covers all the daytime content of the three day summit, including speakers, workshops, panels, actions, as well as the Saturday night concert. It does not include food, accommodation or travel. Scholarships and subsidies are available in the three areas of rural, equity and diversity to enable those who require assistance to cover the costs of attending the summit. Registration and further information about the event and scholarships are available at www.powershift.org.au Issued by: Australian Youth Climate Coalition Perth For further information: Georgia Bain | Power Shift Media Liaison 0419 913 307 georgia.bain@youthclimatecoalition.org

TIGER TIGER Words by Jenai Tomlinson The Tiger has always been one of my favourite animals, and it makes me so sad to think that within a couple of years they could very well be extinct. In only a hundred years the human race has managed to drastically decline the number of wild Tigers from 100,000 to a mere 3,200. We, humans, are the biggest threat to survival whilst remaining, ironically, their only chance of survival. Deforestation and illegal trade are two of the biggest contributing factors to the decline in Tiger populations. It’s sickening to think that there is still a large consumer demand for tiger parts on the black market. Parts such as skins, bones and teeth are highly valued for traditional Asian medicine. Though trade is officially banned in China, the illegal trade still continues with whiskers and teeth to be considered a good luck charm. Deforestation is resulting in a massive decline in Tigers natural habitats and therefore their numbers. Global forests are at a loss rate of 36 football fields a minute! In the last 25 years the home of the Sumatran tiger has lost over 50% of its forest cover. Tigers are being forced to live in smaller pockets of their habitat leaving them more isolated resulting in a decrease of reproduction. However, despite all this, there is hope! If more people become involved in raising awareness of this pressing issue more action can be taken in stopping poachers and protecting Tiger habitats. WWF (World Wildlife Fund) have created a campaign entitled Save Tigers Now, with the goal to double the number of wild tigers by 2022, the next year of the Tiger. The campaign has plenty of celebrity support, and you know when Leonardo Dicaprio backs something it’s gotta be pretty important. These guys are working hard to raise awareness and have named 12 landscapes across the globe which they are focussing resources and political will on. There are plenty of ways you can help too, that don’t involve jumping in front of a poacher’s gun, or chaining yourself to a tree. Be aware of your purchasing power. A lot of us unwillingly buy products that have contributed to habitat loss, so avoid products with palm oil, and support companies that are implementing sustainable practises. Visit savetigersnow.org for a list of Tiger friendly products. Make your next status update more interesting than that one girl who is always ‘pumped for Friday night’ and raise awareness! Like WWF on facebook, share the facts, and hopefully we can keep these big cats around for years to come.

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After injuring your hip and drinking a load of rum, becoming a pirate makes sense. This is the evening hangover. Want more? Check out www.friendsonfilm.wordpress.com

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