February 11, 2005

Would you care to make a statement Audrey?

He pushes the pen across the solid metal desk. “Would you care to make a statement?” I draw heavily on my cigarette and the smoke gushes forth from my nostrils and heads for the corners of the room. “Any statement I make would be meaningless to you who cannot think in terms of inevitable constant change; obsessive subjectivity and learning to swim in oceans of chaos; psychic and economic vampirism; overactive cannabinoid receptors bringing forth from the pit oxygen starved esoteric feline hallucinatory mysticism and Piscean rodent infestations, under the surface running, drunk on red wine chewing on the machinery of control.”


Audrey Autonomy

Sounding out the surveillance network known as Echelon

Recovering Luddites, paranoids, conspiracy theorists, and their worried ilk are all advised to steer wide of Chatter, Patrick Radden Keefe's engrossing survey of American signals intelligence, or Sigint, the global effort to electronically monitor our telephone conversations, our e-mails, and even our street movements.

In Chatter, Keefe gives shape to Echelon, the shadowy worldwide surveillance network operated by the United States and the United Kingdom, with assistance from Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. Echelon is the hoary white whale of espionage lore, whose existence has never been publicly confirmed by its member governments.
(Benjamin Strong)

Read this story from Village Voice here

The Ministry Of Truth

ALP MP Stephen Smith told the federal House of Representatives last night that his party would support legislation merging the Australian Communications Authority (ACA) and the Australian Broadcasting Authority (ABA), although the government had yet to address several key concerns.
(Renai Lemay)

Read this story here

February 10, 2005

"I Wanna Be A Homosexual"

I've got a little lisp, and I've been working on my limp wrist.
Women are a drag, I think I wanna be a faggot, man.
A mincing ninny, prancing fairy, merry little queen.
A Bruce Labruce wet dream, a Nancy Boy with wings.

I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be

Shock the middle class, take it up your punk rock ass.
You rub your little thing, when you see phony dykes in Penthouse magazine.
So what's the difference Mr. Cream Rinse, yuo just need a man.
A beefy leather fag, to take you out in drag oh yeah.

I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be

Call me a faggot, call me a butt loving, fudge packing queer.
But I don't care 'cause it's the straight in straight-edge,
that makes me wanan drink a beer and be a pansy, and be a homo.

Shock the middle class, take it up your punk rock ass.
You rub your puny thing, when you see studs with tight jeans ass you on the street.
Who wears short shorts? You wear short shorts.
You're so full of shit
Why don't you admit that you don't have the balls to be a queer.

I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be, I wanna be a homosexual.
I wanna be a homosexual.

~ Screeching Weasel (1987)

Depp Takes Inspiration From Manson For Wonka

JOHNNY DEPP's muse for his role as WILLY WONKA in forthcoming movie CHARLIE ANDTHE CHOCOLATE FACTORY is set to shock fans of the children's book - it's shockrocker MARILYN MANSON The OSCAR-nominated actor is keen to give his character a darker edge and hasbeen inspired by the self-proclaimed ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR for his performance inthe TIM BURTON-directed adventure.This is not the first time Depp has used a rock star as his inspiration - hebased flamboyant pirate JACK SPARROW in PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN on wildman ROLLING STONE KEITH RICHARDS.A source says, "He has his music and pictures in his trailer to help get incharacter."He's making Willy far more sinister than before and there's a little of Marilyn in there."
source: www.contactmusic.com

February 08, 2005

Happy Birthday Loren!!

Today Loren Elizabeth Lemay turned 18 years old.
I am the proudest big brother in the history of proud big brothers.
You rock loren! Congratulations and i hope to see you soon back in smoky old adelaide, where i can load you up with presents and take you on a pub crawl to celebrate our birthdays and our survival in the face of overwhelming odds (i.e. insane parents and smelly hordes of stupid rednecks).


DR. BENWAY OPERATES

The lavatory has been locked for three hours solid... I think they're
using it for an operating room...

NURSE:" Adrenalin, doctor?"
DR. BENWAY:"The night porter shot it all up for kicks." He looks
around and picks up a toilet plunger... He advances on the
patient..."Make and incision Dr. Limpf," he says to his appalled
assistant..."I'm going to massage the heart."
Dr. Limpf shrugs and begins the incision. Dr. Benway washes the
suction cup by swishing it around the toilet bowl...
NURSE: "Shouldn't it be sterilized, doctor?"
DR. BENWAY:"Very likely but there's no time." He sits on the
toilet plunger like a can seat watching his assistant make the
incision..."You young squirts couldn't lance a pimple without an
electric vibrating scalpel with automatic drain and suture...Soon
we'll be operating by remote control on patients we never see...We'll
be nothing but button pushers. All the skill is going out of
surgery...All the know how and make-do...Did I ever tell you about the
time I performed an appendectomy with a rusty sardine can? And once I
was caught short without instrument one and removed a uterine tumor
with my teeth. That was in the Upper Effendi, and besides...the wench
is dead."
DR.LIMPF: "The incision is ready doctor."
Dr. Benway forces the cup into the incision and works it up and
down. Blood spurts all over the doctors, the nurse and the wall...The
cup makes a horrible sucking sound.
NURSE:" I think she's gone, doctor."
DR.BENWAY: "Well, it's all in a days work." He walks across the
room to a medicine cabinet..."Some fucking drug addict has cut my
cocaine with Saniflush! Nurse! Send the boy out to fill this RX on the
double!"

~ William S Burroughs

Queeruption 7 !!!!


Queeruption 7
Sex and anarchy in the antipodes
Sydney, Australia
16-23 February 2005
0402 564 008
www.queeruption.org

Queeruption is a free DIY gathering for queers of all genders and
sexualities.

What is free?
Free means there is no cover charge. There will be times that you are asked
for a donation to cover costs. Please give what you can. Nobody is getting
paid. The money we have comes from two fund-raising parties that queerupted
in 2004. We try to keep the costs down to a minimum and most of the
materials and equipment have been found, borrowed or recycled. Inevitably
there are things that we can't avoid paying for like food, fuel, mobile
phone and equipment hire.

What is DIY?
Basically this means DO IT YOURSELF! You don't have to be an expert. We all
have talents and abilities that we can share with each other, from cleaning
the toilets to putting on makeup. We want to create autonomous communal
space(s) where we can be ourselves, work and play together. DIY includes
anti-consumerism. By this we mean that not everything will be served to you
on a plate. We want and need your participation to make this happen for you
and for everybody else.

What is Queer?
We all use the word "queer" in different ways. Here we are using the word
queer in the hope of generating a sense of radicality, diversity and
perversity. We want gender-benders of all descriptions, labelled and
unlabelled to come share a friendly space where you don't have to answer to
any definitions of gender and sexuality (unless YOU want to, of course…).

Location

Shhh! It's a secret. We can't tell you where now, but our plans involve an
easy-to-get-to location. It might be closer than you dare to dream! Stay in
touch through our website where u can get the latest hot information. Or you
can call the Q7 mobile on 0402 564 008.


Accessibility
We want Q7 to be accessible and comfortable for everyone. We are thinking
about interpreters, wheelchair access, allergies, mental health, affinity
groups, grievance procedure, transport, quiet rooms and more. Please contact
us if you need help with any of the above or anything else we may not have
thought about.
Contact: access@queeruption.org

Workshops
Workshops will include discussions, skill-sharing, learning, creating...
Over 50 workshops have been offered – check out the ones that have been
confirmed on our website – from queer zine-making to hula-hooping,
blockading techniques to flirting... We want MORE workshops on: indigenous
issues, feminism, HIV/AIDS, trades/craft, gender, young people, media,
social, performance, activism, sex, food, politics of race, building
community, regional queer issues, queer theory, being queer, spirituality,
social movements and sustainability, fun.
Contact: workshops@queeruption.org

Performance, Live music, Parties and Film
There will be 7 nites of entertainment to delight, excite and inspire you:

Wed 16 Chilled jazz/spoken word/MCs and bingo
Thurs 17 Performance nite
Fri 18 Band nite including bands from Melbourne and Brisbane
Sat 19 Big party with international DJs and performance
Sun 20 DIY film nite
Mon 21 Indymedia films and sexy party
Tues 22 Art show and party

We want MORE performers, bands, films... Whether you're an amateur, or
seasoned performer, whether you're usually the life of the party or never
been up in front of a crowd before NOW IS YOUR OPPORTUNITY to shine. Share
and express your creativity amongst a supportive bunch of unique and vibrant
freaks, just like YOU.

Have you made a film? We would love to see it.

We are also on the look out for people who know about electrics, lights,
sound, stage, visuals and associated stuff.
Contact:

performance@queeruption.org

film@queeruption.org

Art Space
The artspace will exist as a discrete creative zone within the Queeruption
site. We hope for it to be jam packed with all sorts of materials so that
anyone can drop through and release their creative urges. This outpouring of
creativity will culminate in an art opening replete with music, performers
and the obligatory free cask wine!
For info, or to help out,
please contact:

art@queeruption.org

Action(s)
We will have a meeting during the week to plan queer action(s). Queer
interventions in gay bars? Crashing the disco with a mobile PA playing Tribe
8? Banner drops? Queer flash mobbing? Got any ideas? Want to be involved?
Contact: actions@queeruption.org

Health Space
This will be a space to explore physical, emotional, mental and spiritual
health and well-being. The health space will also help take care of the rest
of us during the gathering by providing first aid and looking to our health
and safety. Want to offer a workshop on traditional medicine, alternative
therapies, massage...?
Contact: health@queeruption.org

Kidz Space
Children and young people are a vital part of our queer alternative
community. At Queeruption 7 we want to recognise this and breakdown the
barriers between children and adults. Younger people have so much to say,
teach and learn as they live in a reality that is fiercely perceptive and
imaginative. They deserve to be listened to and engaged with about the kinds
of issues we are raising. We will be setting up a children/young people's
space so parents and children can have a break from each other. In this
space we will have lots of fun, discussion, art, anarchy and learning. We
need volunteers to help run the space so please let us know if you are
interested. Any parents that know they will be bringing children please let
us know beforehand.
Contact: kidz@queeruption.org

Communal Accommodation
We will be squatting in a large building that will provide enough space for
communal accommodation. We will hopefully have mattresses and cushions and
comfort, but bring what you need with you – sleeping bag, sleeping mat, air
cushion, doona, four-poster bed – whatever makes you feel at home!

Don't forget your torch!

If you want accommodation at Q7, please email: accommodation@queeruption.org
or call the Q7 mobile: 0402 564 008
If you can help billet 1 or more people, before or after the gathering,
please email: accommodation@queeruption.org or call the Q7 mobile.

Food
We'll be providing 3 scrumptious healthy meals per day at Q7 – self-serve
breakfast, cooked lunch, cooked dinner. All food provided will be vegan –
this means NO animal products at all. We will ask for a gold coin donation
to cover the cost of food.

Got any questions or want to help out?
Contact: food@queeruption.org

Transport
We need help with transport. Do you have access to a ute, panel van, large
car or other vehicle? Want to help us out?
Contact: transport@queeruption.org

Contact
Want to get involved or know more?
Please contact us!!!
Email: information@queeruption.org
Q7 Mobile: 0402 564 008
Post: PO Box 123 Newtown 2042

To give us a good idea of numbers, please register online if you're planning
to attend Queeruption 7:

magic monday

its been hot and sunny every day so far and today is no exception.
i just walked back to renai's from Megan's new
place and i think i probably stink. its an awesome
coincidence that everyone i've been seeing down here and everywhere
that i've been staying involves these beautiful (albeit a little
small) terrace houses all situated in the suburbs directly surrounding
Newtown, which is incidentally, one of the greatest environments i've
ever experienced. theres crazy subversive art all over buildings
everywhere. i think i'll probably go through about a dozen rolls of
film in the next couple of weeks.

yesterday i went to Kate's (rezza's gf) house in Marrickville. her
bedroom wall is plastered with signed buffy posters and photos of her
with the characters. (yes ann, she met spike and had her photo taken
with him, and she met xander and some others. shes one of the nicest
people i have ever ever met and i think you two would get on like a
house on fire.)

last night i left renais sometime around 7pm to meet megan in enmore
(@ The Duke) for some beers.
i hadn't seen the main st of newtown (King st) in the evening, except
for friday with aaron at about 3am (we were both pretty wasted on red
wine and weed at that point so its a little hazy).
i think i must have had the biggest fucking grin on my face walking
down the footpath surrounded on all sides by queers of every possible
description, punks, metalheads, drunks, junkies, hippies, street
artists, and people high on every drug known to man.

i must say, compared to hindley street its pretty fucking intense.

i went into a punk and metal store and gave copies of Ubercunt to a
bunch of sexy punk chics. they loved it. i noticed a whole bunch of
pictures on the wall by the guy who does necrotardation. i noticed a
vinyl copy of Jello Biafra & The Melvins for sixteen dollars and had
to run away to stop myself from buying it.

through megan i met a bunch of metalheads from armadale (the kind that
drink copious amounts of beer, smoke bongs and listen to dimmu borgir,
the dead kennedy's, sublime and aphex twin all in the space of 30
min). we walked to their place (another fucking terrace house) and i
drank coopers sparkling and laughed and met a pierced punk lesbian
from next door with a thing for Dick Dale and a guy with bipolar depression whos long
running (i think he said about 10 years) prescribed lithium treatment
has done anything but calm him down.

i passed out on megans couch sometime later on and experienced some
seriously fucked up dreams about beating a guy to death and then being
hunted down and beaten to unconcious by about a dozen cops.

the cops down here are hard fucking cunts. they're everywhere and
their uniforms look a lot more like riot gear than the stuff the sa
cops wear. and they carry tasers! (and guns, batons, etc)

i'm catching up with azza again sometime today apparently. we spoke
about 5 min ago and he promised to try and hook up some weed for me.

i have a camera now so i'll bring some photos back with me too.

im gonna go and eat some breakfast now, i discovered today that there
are more flavours of those awesome mi goreng two minute noodles that
me and pete love so much than coles in sa had led me to believe.

February 07, 2005

Barcodes for Cadavers

BERKELEY, Calif. -- Shaken by scandals involving the black-market sale of body parts, University of California officials are considering inserting supermarket-style barcodes or radio frequency devices in cadavers to keep track of them.

The high-tech fix is one of a number of reforms UC is proposing to reassure people that bodies donated to science will be used as intended and treated with respect.

"We want these to be programs that really do work so we can maintain the public trust and know that we are doing everything possible to maintain and respect the great donation that these gifts represent," said Michael Drake, UC vice president for health affairs.

Every year, thousands of bodies are donated to U.S. tissue banks and medical schools. Skin, bone and other tissue are often used in transplants. New medical treatments and safety equipment such as bicycle helmets are tested on various body parts. And cadavers are used to teach medical students surgical skills and anatomy.

But there is also a lucrative underground trade in corpses and body parts, despite federal laws against the sale of organs and tissue.

"There's more regulations that cover a shipment of oranges coming into California than there is a shipment of human knees that are going from a body parts broker in one state to Las Vegas," said Dr. Todd Olson, director of anatomical donations at Albert Einstein Medical School of New York.

At UCLA, the Willed Body program was suspended by court order last spring after the director and another person were arrested in an investigation into the selling of body parts for profit. The case is still under investigation and no charges have been filed.

In 1996, donors' families sued the university, charging that the program had illegally disposed of thousands of bodies by cremating them along with dead lab animals and fetuses and dumping the ashes in the trash.

In 1999, the director of the UC Irvine program was fired after being accused of selling spines to a Phoenix hospital. The university was also unable to account for hundreds of willed bodies. The director denied any wrongdoing and was never prosecuted.

After the latest scandal, some people who had agreed to leave their bodies to science withdrew their offers. In response, UC has proposed a series of reforms, some of which are already in place. They include a better records system, electronic locks and surveillance cameras.

Officials are also considering putting barcodes or radio frequency devices in cadavers that could be read by someone walking past the body with a handheld device. Radio frequency identification, or RFID, tags already are used by cars passing through automated toll plazas. UC officials said that they are still working out the details but that any body parts that became separated from the corpse would probably be tagged, too.

Dr. Arthur Caplan, a professor of bioethics at the University of Pennsylvania, said he has never heard of such devices being used to keep track of cadavers. He said a determined thief might be able to remove a barcode, and he warned that the new equipment has to be backed up by human oversight.

"Most of this illicit trade in body parts is done by bad guys," he said. "Having the barcoded chips is great, but if you want to beat them you need to have someone come in occasionally and say, `I'm doing an audit.'"

The university's Board of Regents is expected to review the plan this spring. Also, UC officials will decide in March whether to ask a judge overseeing lawsuits filed by donors' relatives for permission to reopen UCLA's 55-year-old willed-body program, which was getting about 175 donated bodies a year before it was suspended.

Mike Arias, a lawyer for family members who have sued UC, greeted the proposed reforms with "somewhat guarded optimism," since UC had promised to create a model program after the mid-'90s problems. Still, Arias said he hopes the reform succeeds and the UCLA program resumes, because it "serves too big of a public service."

This story was stolen from here

February 04, 2005

abolish work!

No one should ever work.

Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Almost any evil you'd care to name comes from working or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working.

That doesn't mean we have to stop doing things. It does mean creating a new way of life based on play; in other words, a ludic conviviality, commensality, and maybe even art. There is more to play than child's play, as worthy as that is. I call for a collective adventure in generalized joy and freely interdependent exuberance. Play isn't passive. Doubtless we all need a lot more time for sheer sloth and slack than we ever enjoy now, regardless of income or occupation, but once recovered from employment-induced exhaustion nearly all of us want to act. Oblomovism and Stakhanovism are two sides of the same debased coin.

The ludic life is totally incompatible with existing reality. So much the worse for "reality," the gravity hole that sucks the vitality from the little in life that still distinguishes it from mere survival. Curiously -- or maybe not -- all the old ideologies are conservative because they believe in work. Some of them, like Marxism and most brands of anarchism, believe in work all the more fiercely because they believe in so little else.

~ From Bob Black's "The Abolition Of Work"

more holidays on Mars

The planet’s six largest cities are home to the six intergalactic headquarters of SCUM and members of the Men’s Auxiliary can be found in bars and libraries and squats around the globe; broadcasting their mantra on street corners; on rooftops; in cafés and over radio. “…I AM A TURD. A LOWLY ABJECT TURD…”

I’m thirsty for her visions. I took a trip to Mars just a couple of years ago, I spent a month there somewhere but I don’t have a single memory of the experience. I vaguely remember walking into a spaceport just outside of Tokyo City, the cold recycled air and a constant chatter of passengers and well wishers. I remember that the intercom…

“FLIGHT NUMBER 999 FOR MARS CENTRAL BOARDING AT GATE 24 NOW. ECONOMY PASSENGERS PLEASE REMEMBER TO CHECK IN ALL WEAPONS, VALUABLES AND PHARMACEUTICALS AT THE APPROPRIATE SERVICE DESK BEFORE BOARDING THE PLANE. THEY WILL BE STORED IN FIRST CLASS FOR THE DURATION OF THE TRIP.”

…is the last thing that I remember.

And then I am handing over my credit-card to the lovely (and busty) cyborg secretary in Dr Kroners surgery. Kroner runs a side business creating sufferers of memory loss. Unpleasant experiences are quickly and painlessly removed with a remarkable combination of psychoactive medication, nanotechnology and hypnotherapy. I’m quite sure that I took a trip to Mars, but really only to the extent that I remember selling the memory of my trip afterwards.

holiday on mars

“You only have four days left on Earth?”

She nods her head grinning.

Oh Audrey…” She tells me of her imminent trip to Mars. “…the slums are exquisite! The beggars maintain open flesh wounds to better extract charity; begging in the shade of vast sprawling apartment blocks hundreds of floors out of the red sand and into the crimson sky. Huge isolated and thriving communities of artists and studios and galleries and theatres shared by pornographers and prostitutes; geisha and girlboys; covens of vampires and pothead pagans and peyote cults. Sheer demand for variety prevents the formulation of popular culture and the media empires still thriving on Earth stay here, their suffocating presence quickly rejected by the people of Mars as boring, dangerous and infectious waste. There are no politicians on Mars, all applicants for public office are murdered in the manner of their choosing. There are no children on Mars as no human under the age of sixteen may live there. A growing population of asylum seekers from the hostile, oppressive atmosphere of the long hijacked mother planet: smugglers and pirates; junkies and drunks and stoner punks; queens and dykes and transvestites; models and make-up artists and performers; writers and labourers and engineers; straight-edge Zen Buddhists; sorcerers of demonic pleasure and endless sunshine; alcoholic hair metal heads; refugees from “Friendly Finance” state-administered market-driven education systems; patrols of wild boys camped on the edge of the blue desert.