Editor's Cut, with Leader editor Tuppy McIntosh
‘THERE’S never been a better time than right now, to get up outta the dirt.’
Hip hop anyone? Well, given the number of hard core Lee Kernaghan fans who entered our ticket giveaways to Saturday night's concert, probably not. No matter. Like many of Lee’s songs, it's the words that have the message.
When I was a kid, Wham was the bomb, and I don't think they had much of a message - unless ‘Wake me up before you go-go’ has some sort of socio-political directive I can’t discern.
Anyway the high quality of contemporary airplay is not really the point of this editorial - although in relation I've got to say good on you to the Diamantina Youth Council for stirring up the status quo and getting some new radio input.
(There’s only so much Lawsy your average free thinking person can take before it rots your teeth and makes you believe that getting blusteringly domineering and butting in on people with one-eyed populist catchcries is a legitimate form of debate.)
Nonetheless I digress and no doubt will again before this column is out.
No, my blag this week is all about this blog: use it or I'll send the boys ‘round.
No, hang on, I mean, welcome to the future folks - it’s motivated by interactive locally-based technology and its all at your fingertips.
‘God forbid’, I can hear my mother cry along with all her old school technophobe mates. ‘Bloody computers make no sense to me.’ (Mum actually doesn’t swear - its for comedic puposes)
I can’t think of a better place than the bush for interactive platforms to go wild - our distance from one another says it all makes sense.
Yet very, very few Central West businesses have an online presence - at a time when it should be our main public presence.
We’ve all got mobiles but according to Telstra (yes I'm paraphrasing Telstra - promise I won't do it again) hardly any of us are texting.
I know you lot. You've all got opinions that'd blister the enamel off a bathtub. (I can see you right now nodding along to Lawsy!)
So where are these opinions? In the back of your head, in the back of the pub, in someone's back?
A healthy democratic society is dependant on a vivacious public debate - if I were to rely on that criteria alone the Central West would be pronounced DOA.
The Leader's circulation has gone up 10 per cent since this time last year and I can see the numbers clocking up on our blog - a lot of you are out there reading. Reading reading, thinking thinking, living living. But no-one’s game to say boo. What’s up?
Go on - the first one to send me a text on the number below making comment on my expensive (and crap) Brisbane haircut will win a dinner for two with Lee Kernaghan - or a novel called Pelagia and the White Bulldog - whatever comes to hand first.
If my haircut doesn't grab you, you could always comment on lack of committee numbers, sports, Howard, declining standards in local media, the bloody (wonderful) council, the next gen, the old gen, the life and times of your local clique, MySpace.com, rabbits in China...
Hip hop anyone? Well, given the number of hard core Lee Kernaghan fans who entered our ticket giveaways to Saturday night's concert, probably not. No matter. Like many of Lee’s songs, it's the words that have the message.
When I was a kid, Wham was the bomb, and I don't think they had much of a message - unless ‘Wake me up before you go-go’ has some sort of socio-political directive I can’t discern.
Anyway the high quality of contemporary airplay is not really the point of this editorial - although in relation I've got to say good on you to the Diamantina Youth Council for stirring up the status quo and getting some new radio input.
(There’s only so much Lawsy your average free thinking person can take before it rots your teeth and makes you believe that getting blusteringly domineering and butting in on people with one-eyed populist catchcries is a legitimate form of debate.)
Nonetheless I digress and no doubt will again before this column is out.
No, my blag this week is all about this blog: use it or I'll send the boys ‘round.
No, hang on, I mean, welcome to the future folks - it’s motivated by interactive locally-based technology and its all at your fingertips.
‘God forbid’, I can hear my mother cry along with all her old school technophobe mates. ‘Bloody computers make no sense to me.’ (Mum actually doesn’t swear - its for comedic puposes)
I can’t think of a better place than the bush for interactive platforms to go wild - our distance from one another says it all makes sense.
Yet very, very few Central West businesses have an online presence - at a time when it should be our main public presence.
We’ve all got mobiles but according to Telstra (yes I'm paraphrasing Telstra - promise I won't do it again) hardly any of us are texting.
I know you lot. You've all got opinions that'd blister the enamel off a bathtub. (I can see you right now nodding along to Lawsy!)
So where are these opinions? In the back of your head, in the back of the pub, in someone's back?
A healthy democratic society is dependant on a vivacious public debate - if I were to rely on that criteria alone the Central West would be pronounced DOA.
The Leader's circulation has gone up 10 per cent since this time last year and I can see the numbers clocking up on our blog - a lot of you are out there reading. Reading reading, thinking thinking, living living. But no-one’s game to say boo. What’s up?
Go on - the first one to send me a text on the number below making comment on my expensive (and crap) Brisbane haircut will win a dinner for two with Lee Kernaghan - or a novel called Pelagia and the White Bulldog - whatever comes to hand first.
If my haircut doesn't grab you, you could always comment on lack of committee numbers, sports, Howard, declining standards in local media, the bloody (wonderful) council, the next gen, the old gen, the life and times of your local clique, MySpace.com, rabbits in China...
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