Indigenous Australians

Indigenous Australians live, on average, between 10 and 20 year shorter lives than non-indigenous Australians. Part of the problem with estimating the difference in life expectancy is that nobody’s too sure exactly what it is, but it’s around 10-20 years difference.

Sarkozy on Climate Change and Manufactured Controversy

A little while back, I wrote about what I called the virtuous authoritarians and their tendency to shut down debate by adopting a moralistic approach and thereby labelling anyone that disagrees with them as immoral and unworthy of being heard. I gave various examples of this approach ranging from the then recent Brexit campaign to bicycle helmet laws, gun laws and holocaust denial. One topic I did not touch on was climate change and global warming.

The Case of the Naughty Lawyers

One of my hobbies, albeit a hobby reserved for those times when I am of a particularly low mood and badly need cheering up, is to read decisions of various courts. Of particular interest is High Court decisions, but I am catholic in my tastes and have been known to read decisions of all sorts of courts and tribunals, both from Australia and overseas.

Five things I suffered through the 1970s

As a child growing up in the 1970s, I suffered a level of abuse that is difficult to conceive of in the modern age. I wonder sometimes how my parents avoided jail time for some of these heinous and wicked crimes. Listed below are five of the most evil things that they subjected me to.

Navel Gazing

Later today, my second book, Spider Dunstan’s Teeth will be released for sale, so in honour of its release, a little omphaloskepsis is in order. Specifically with regard to the blog. The blog’s been running for about seven years and although for much of that time it was inactive, some observations can be made.

I want to go to the toilet: Euphemisms and the euphemism treadmill

One of the wonderful things about language is the vast array of choices you are presented with to convey your message, all of them effectively meaning the same thing, but presenting that meaning in different ways. Even leaving aside intonation (try saying the phrase ‘I did not say he beat his wife’ and emphasising one word in the phrase, you can convey seven different messages with little effort) there are so many ways to convey subtly different messages just in your selection of words.

Wasting Time

One of the lovely things about the interwebs is stumbling across a website that is informative or interesting, but inherently useless. One of my favourites among these fascinating but pointless sites is listverse, a website that specialises in providing “Top Ten” lists of the most gruesome murders, hidden secrets of Egyptian Pharaohs, things you didn’t know about the fast food industry and so on.

The damn thing is a time sink, I just went over there to check some examples of lists and spent 20 minutes looking through “10 Mind-Blowing Things That Happened Last Month”. Number one on that list is that the town of Tisdale in Canada had to drop the town slogan that it had been using since 1958. The slogan, “Tisdale: the land of rape and honey” referred to the main products of the region, rapeseed being an older name for canola.

Spider Dunstan's Teeth - How to Order

Spider Dunstan’s Teeth, the new novella by Shane C Curran, is now available for preorder through Amazon, iBooks, Kobo and Nook. Get in now and order early before they are sold out!

And now also available through Smashwords in just about any format you could want!

Set for Release 9 September!

Due to popular demand, my newest creation, Spider Dunstan's Teeth is available for prepurchase at you favourite ebook retailer. Order early and order often is my advice.

Check out these links;

Amazon
iBooks
Kobo

And of course visit my author page at Smashwords or Goodreads!

And to tantalise you, here is an extract;

Spider Dunstan’s Song Lyrics

After just a weeny amount of encouragement, I’ve finally decided that I will publish my novella “Spider Dunstan’s Teeth” after all. It’s a fairly simple little story about a couple of guys in Melbourne’s western suburbs in the early 1980s. Yes, there is an autobiographical element to it, but I hold the view that all writing is at least partly autobiographical, so there.

The heroes of the story - Micky and Leroy - find themselves in all manner of strife as they steal cars, go partying, do drugs and generally have a good time. The setting is an important element of the story, that period in the early 1980s holds fond memories for me and I’ve tried to convey some of those memories in the story. It seems to me now that life was somehow freer back then. That might be just the passing of time casting a sympathetic glow, but I know for certain that there was less political correctness for example. It was easier to say what’s on your mind without fear of being trampled by social justice warriors.