29 May, 2008

Virtual Greenie


Zeitgeisters,

Those of you who ever seen Lil Green Patch on Facebook or read my learned recent entry on’t, will know that it’s the perplexing application where the act of using the app is supposed to stimulate sponsors into donating money to save square feet of rainforest. You also earn "Green Bucks" which can be used inside the application.

Part of the way it works is much like a game and the idea is for you to travel to other Lil Green Patches and tend them; thus adding to your Green Bucks, the Social Networking Aspect of Facebook and somehow saving our planet from destruction.

When you go to someone’s patch you are often confronted with a task like weeding it, watering it, removing a neighbours’ dog, dealing with rabbits (as above). And you are equipped with specific implements for specific jobs (as below).


Today I went to two patches to discover that a “wily fox had paused in the garden”. I looked at my implements and couldn’t work out which I was supposed to use. Was I supposed to feed the fox a 'dog treat' (that seemed unethical); Was I supposed to hit it with a rake? (that seemed quite non-green); Finally I thought I was supposed to spray it with water using the hose, but a little voice told me “No - that isn’t in the spirit of this application, Mr Trivia”.

So I went shopping for new implements and discovered from doing this, that one is supposed to take a “photograph” of the faux fox in the fictional garden. It was all a little too cyber and new-agey for me.

Hmmm, I was all prepared to spray that poor fox with the hose. I feel that I have developed a deep psychological prejudice against Reynard and his foxy bretheren from reading various children’s fairy tales. You know, the Fox and the Gingerbread Man, Br'er Fox, none of 'em were too trustworthy.

That’s my story anyway.

Mr Trivia

26 May, 2008

Eurovision 2008: Part 2

Ukraine's Ani Lorak

France's Sebastien Tellier


Hi Zeitgeisters,

This is the second part of my Eurovision re-cap. Part 1 is here on my mrtrivia.net site. We return now to the Belgrade Arena where the flags of various European countries are waving, the audience is screaming and a Scandanavian nation is about to blitz the Eurovison Song Contest (ESC) stage.

16. Denmark

Denmark’s entry was the lyrically uninspired, but musically quite catchy ‘All Night Long’. It was sung by SIMON MATHEW and he had an actual band backing him up. They played a 1970s style number that sounded like the sort of thing Mika might do if they decided to give up their career and enter the Eurovision Song Contest. The old-timey vibe continued with the band’s apparel. They had flat caps and braces, which were the height of 1930s-style retro-chic when Gilbert O’Sullivan dressed this way, back in 1972 and sang Alone Again (Naturally). Or maybe they were knocking off Chas and Dave. Can’t say for sure.

17. Georgia

Wogan said this of Georgia’s entry. “It’s low key and to be honest, slightly depressing. But there’s a change in the middle and that should excite you.” DIANA GURTSKAYA sang ‘Peace Will Come’. There were some pyrotechnics at the end. The crowd seemed to like it. The Georgians waved in the smoky aftermath of the pyros. “With all this smoke and flame around there’s precious little thought for health and safety,” said Wogan.


18. Ukraine

The song was ‘Shady Lady’ and was the second Shakira-like act of the evening. It was sung by ANI LORAK. “I am strangely drawn to this girl,” Wogan said. And why not? She had all of Ann-Margaret’s old moves down pat. She also had four boy-dancers who could really do it. There was good choreography, some nice acrobatic leaps and flips.

The number began with Lorak leaning against a shiny black wall – a wall that looked something like Kubrick’s 2001 monolith lying on its side (I’ll bet that’s what they said to their props-maker). She began moving and it turned out this thing was actually a neon lit box. Suddenly, one by one, the dancers were revealed in a blaze of electric light. It was all timed to the spit second. A gimmick that worked! Take that, clothesline of love!

These guys understood show business and put in the slickest and most entertaining performance of the night. It was a really big song that Lorak belted out with impressive volume.

We were now two thirds of the way through the songs but still only halfway through the coverage. Zelko and Jovana reappeared. This was their first costume change. He was now in a black suit and she in an unaccountable floral print dress. They spoke about global warming or Hemingway’s take on American masculinity or something. Not sure.

Then mercifully we were back to the action.

19. France

The Big Four Shoo-In 'arrangement' was now coming dangerously unstuck. 'Divine' was the name of SEBASTIEN TELLIER’s song and the little clipettes of same that we had seen on the previous two nights, made it seem like an amusing, deadpan pop song.

Unfortunately, by the time it hit the Belgrade Arena, 'Divine' was simply a dead pop song. Tellier has a very particular look. He is tall, thin, has long hair, a beard and often sports very big, wrap-around shades. This angular, hirsute figure is perfect for quirky music video world, but here amongst folk who believe in giving it their all for entertainment, Tellier’s slightly ironic persona didn’t cut the dijonnaise.

Tellier had five female backing singers wearing fake beards and real sunglasses. He arrived in a golf cart with an inflatable planet Earth under his arm. So far, so good.

Then nothing. He couldn’t bring it, live. It just wasn’t the act for a big arena, and so unfortunately it stiffed.

20. Azerbaijan

ELNUR & SAMIR were the hope of Azerbaijan. ‘Day after Day’ was their song and although I had no idea what it was about, the staging and theatrics were as over-the-top as only the best Eurovision acts can be. One of ‘em, Elnur or Samir was the Devil; dressed in black and sitting in a black throne while black-clad dancing girl-devils gyrated around him. The other dude – Elnur or Samir, one imagines, was an Angel. He had silver hair and silver contact lenses and he was accompanied by two female dancing girl-angels wearing large white furry hats.

It began with the Angel doing a long falsetto scream. Now THIS was entertainment. The Devil wore silver runners, natch! He indulged in some Axl Rose style wailing. One of the dancing devils attacked one of the angels. Suddenly, the second bananas were throwing down. Satan poured red wine from a goblet over one of his dancers. How decadent! Then suddenly, the lead Angel walked over and stripped the Devil of his black clothing and he stood up covered in shimmering white.

The Devil then began a kind of keening trill that he no doubt learnt from hours of listening to Yoko Ono’s “Why?”And then Elnur and Samir scream-sang together and fell backward onto the stage.

“It restores your faith,” Wogan said. And you know, it kinda did.

21 Greece

KALOMIRA was the third and final Shakira-type act of the evening with the song, 'Secret Combination'. It was more of the ethnic pop. And because her act at least superficially resembled Ani Lorak’s right down to the phalanx of male dancers, Greece would have to work it to beat the Ukraine

But if lyrics were the true test, how could Europe not vote for these?
“My secret combination is a mystery for you…use your imagination, I’m not easy but I’m true. My secret combination, boy you have to try real hard, to find the destination at the centre of my heart.”

22. Spain


This was the final nail in the coffin for simply ‘waving in’ the Big Four. RODOLFO CHIKILICUATRE was our man and 'Baila El Chiki Chiki' was the song.

He had a fake pompadour hairstyle. 5 dancing girls and seriously, no clue. Finally here was the act that made Bosnia & Herzegovina’s seem good by comparison. Was it too late to apologise to Laka in his blue blazer?

The lyrics were part Spanish, part English and 100% ludicrous. They were so puzzling that I was forced onto the Eurovision site to check if I could believe my ears.
Dance it with Bardem. Dance it with Banderas.
Dance with Almodovar. Dance la Macarena.
Yep, I could believe my ears. Since I was on the site, I decided to discover if there was any explanation for the naffness that was being inflicted on the tele-watching millions across the planet. Was I blind, as well as aurally disbelieving?

Turned out that Baila El Chiki Chiki was a regaetton. (a form of urban music which became popular with Latin American youth during the early 90's) And Baila El Chiki Chiki was also a generational hymn. “The daring lyrics of the song reflected the social awareness and concerns of the author. Audiences rapidly connected with this reggaeton theme because of the innovative sense of metrics and rhythm.”

Yeah, metrics and rhythm. It sounded just plain bad to me, but I obviously didn’t get it about the metrics and the rhythm. As Rodolfo observed up there on the stage:
Uno: El brikindans
Dos: El cruisaito
Tres: El maiquelyason
Quatro: El robocop
As Wogan said, “Even Franco’s Secret Service couldn’t help this one.”

23. Serbia

Oro’ was Serbia’s song. Surprisingly, this was written by our host Zelko the accordionist. So he was a man of hidden talents. Jelena Tomašević and Bora Dugic were the talents who sang Zelko’s big ballad. Predicatably, 'Oro' went down a storm with the hometown crowd in the Belgrade Arena.

24. Russia

DIMA BALAN were a three man act and their song for Europe was 'Believe'. The act was odd, but well staged. The singer began by lying flat out on the ground. He eventually got up on his knees and behind him we spied a violinist, also on his knees. “Just believe and I believe in me,” the song went. And then the singer and violinist were both on their feet. Then a roller skater appeared with lots of superfluous arm gestures. These guys were fully committed. The skater executed a long spin. The violin guy’s bow arm was practically a blur. The singer sang his lungs out.

Then suddenly all three of them were side by side and back down on their knees. Big finish. More arm gestures. End. The house came down.

25. Norway

Maria was the singer. 'Hold On Be Strong' was the song. “Love can be hard sometimes it can catch you off guard like bad crimes” was the opening line. It was bad R&B and a bit of a letdown for the final song. It didn’t seem like a contender.

And then Zelko and Jovana were back centre-stage with their second costume change of the evening. They were also accompanied by Vlade Divac, Serbian Basketball Legend. Zelko showed Vlade how he could spin a basketball on his index finger. He was actually quite good. By now, all of Europe had him pegged as a song-writing, accordion-playing, ball-spinning Renaissance Man. Divac took the ball and hurled it into the crowd. This was the signal to tell Europe that for the next 15 minutes, Eurovision voting lines were open.

We cut back to the Belgrade City Hall and the girl in gold, “European dreams of music and friendship are at their peak,” she yelled. Party on, Belgrade…

After some obligatory folk music to fill in the time, we returned to Jovana and Zelko. She said that we all needed to hear from Mr Stockselius. But not yet. First she needed to acknowledge the commentators in their Skyboxes. She mentioned “The BBC’s Sir Terry Wogan. She also mentioned France’s Jean-Paul Gaultier, then others. “Never mind the others,” Wogan said, “It’s just me and Jean-Paul.”

We cut to the Green Room. Wogan believed that the eventual sighting of Mr Stockselius was the sign that vote-counting could begin. And thus Sir Terry was becoming even more impatient and curmudgeonly than usual. “Why is it that these Green Room things are such an unmitigated disaster – everyone shouting and trying so hard?” Difficult to say.

We cut back to the main arena. Wogan: “Oh well joy is unconfined there…for heaven’s sake!” He really wanted Mr Stockselius to show his face. “Make yourself known,” he said. And finally there he was, a fortyish man with headphones, glasses and microphone. Svante Stockselius. The Wikipedia tells me he is the Executive Supervisor of the Eurovision Song Contest.

And then the voting began. 43 countries had to chime in with their votes and points. In previous years this was a two-hour orgy of numbers being read out in two languages. In recent years this has become rather truncated. Only the 8, 10 and 12 points getters are announced. And as always, no country can vote for itself.

This leads to what Wogan called ‘Political Voting’. In other words, countries voting for the countries that they had the most in common with geographically, culturally or ethnically. Sir Terry became more and more string-lipped as he noted how many former Soviet Republics and other Eastern European nations had voted for Russia.

When Ukraine voted for the boys from Dima Balin, Wogan pointed out that all their oil and power lines ran through Russia. And later as Dima Balin attained an apparently unassailable lead, “You see Latvia, Estonia, they know where their bread is buttered…” Political Voting was really getting up Sir Terry’s nose. But Laka from Bosnia Herzegovina got 12 points from Serbia, for an act that could only have scanned well in the Balkan states, so maybe Wogan had a point.

Finally, we had a winner. It WAS Russia. The Ukraine was second and Greece was third. It would have been nice if the Ukraine had won it, what with their showmanship, neon monolith and all, but they still fared better than I had imagined they would.

Sir Terry was having a meltdown in his Skybox. “Tremendously disappointing from the point of view of the UK. We’ve come joint last,” he grumbled. As the fireworks cracked over Belgrade he said, “You’d have to say this is no longer a musical contest.”

He then said a goodbye to his long time BBC colleague Kevin Bishop who was leaving. “What he and I have to decide is whether we want to do this again…” It was really hitting him hard, but he had a little bit more to get out. “Indeed Western Europe participants have to decide whether they want to participate from here on in, because their prospects are poor.”

This might have been a bridge too far. Sure, Russia’s entry wasn’t better than Ukraine’s, but it was still quite entertaining. Not all of those former Soviet Republics were giving Russia the premium 12 points because they could see Putin standing there with his booted foot on their oil, gas and wind pipes. Were they?

Western Europe and in particular the Big Four didn’t exactly ace it with their musical choices. UK’s song was quite good, but Spain, France and Germany did themselves no favours with theirs. None of these was better than Russia’s song.

In the dying moments of the contest, Wogan, decided to put a brave face on it as Dima Balin went from the Green Room and took the stage to reprise their winning song. “This is the winner - let’s not take away from them,” Wogan said after at least two minutes of doing exactly that, “Next year in Moscow.”

Do svidaniya!

Mr Trivia

15 May, 2008

Take Two Aspirins


Zeities,

I phoned the Doctor today, feeling poorly. I was put in a phone queue for about five minutes and listened to the customised message about the services my Medical Centre provides. They look forward to seeing me, apparently, which is awesome.

Then an allegedly human voice came on and quite snippily replied that the whole practice was booked out tomorrow, what about Monday? I said okay while not really feeling it was. I then told dronebot which doctor I usually see, figuring that I wanted the same one who had been following my test results for the last year or so. I was told he was on leave.

So, the breakdown.

1. We’re too busy to answer you now, so wait.
2. We’re too busy to see you tomorrow, so wait until Monday.
3. The doctor, exhausted from his busy schedule isn’t here so wait until he’s back, if you really feel you need to talk to the guy who has been advising on your treatment.

Yeah, it’s way better than struggling to find a doctor in the Third World or in regional Australia, but is it better than it used to be? (You see my theme now.)

Why does it feel as though it was simpler to make an appointment with a doctor before, even – heaven forbid – see that doctor on the very same day?

And yes, I’m asking whether twenty years of private GPs turning into large businesses has resulted in a better standard of access for your regular punter.

Elevate the Malcontented,

Mr Trivia

14 May, 2008

Marketing, Huh?!

Creativity and commercialism collide



Zeitgeisterinos,

Most of us have developed effective filters for advertising. We know when we’re being sold to or marketed at. So it’s pleasant to see something new. I say new in the sense that this piece of advertising makes no sense at all.

Yesterday, I was walking from the Perth train station and into the city when I spied this in Myer’s window. After walking on for half a dozen steps, I turned back and took another look because it didn’t compute.

As far as I can tell the message is: “after shopping for great fashion why not visit our café and enjoy a hot beverage and a…” And a what? What IS that? A bagel with sesame seeds? A donut with sprinkles? Why is it circling that mannequin like a doughy life preserver or the rings of Saturn rendered in pastry?

I figured the interpretation of this mercantile art installation was beyond me, so I whipped out the trusty Nokia and took a photo. Seriously, what the heck is going on here?

Mr Trivia

05 May, 2008

Boom Times in Perth

A Steve Parish image of Perth, W.A.


Hi Zeitgeisters,


Those of you who are full of joy, need to turn away from this ‘blog post now, because today Mr Trivia is not full of joy, but piss and vinegar and he is referring to himself in the third person - never a good sign.

Perth, Western Australia, the glittering city ‘twixt the ‘scarp (Darling Escarpment) and the Sea (Indian Ocean) where I dwellest, is going through something of a transition at the moment.

According to Channel 7’s never-sensationalist and always-accurate TODAY TONIGHT program, our state is in the midst of a Boom. Everyone says this. In fact, they utter this piece of wisdom whenever possible. It fills in breaks in conversations and the moments between television programs.

WA is in the midst of a Boom. Everyone says that.

In the TODAY TONIGHT piece, the Pilbara was shown as a place where a shrewd landlord can make a stack of money renting out even a one bedroom fibroshack for $1000 dollars a week. And it's all thanks to that modern economic miracle built on the remains of an ancient empire - China.

China needs mineral resources to feed its on-going transition into the world’s largest communist-capitalist super-power. Like every other nation, we are happy to trade with China because by doing so we’re making money hand over fist.

Certain theorists have for the last generation suggested that trading with China will lead to the Middle Kingdom adopting a democratic form of government. No real signs of this at the moment. In fact this theory seems like a load of B.S. to justify trading with a nation that has a shocking record on human rights.* Perhaps I should leave this kind of speculation to my ranty friends The Monopolymen.

So we’re in the middle of a Boom and we’re making lotsa money. Well, my neighbours, the Cashed Up Bogans are making lotsa money. Check the streets of Perth, plenty of brand new utes and SUVs. A decade ago if you left school you entered a really tough jobs market. Now you can walk into a high-paying job in the mining industry. Everyone says that.

There’s a television commercial running currently for a training organisation. This ad more or less says you can exit high school and earn $70,000 in your first year in the mining industry. These are great times to live in the most isolated capital city in the world.

So we had a housing boom (slowing slightly). And it’s become impossible to find a tradie to build anything or fix anything small. They’re all flat out working on houses, offices and commercial properties.

And try getting decent service in anywhere in Perth. It was never great. Now it’s woeful. Thanks to near full employment, many of your wait staff and especially your teenage French-fry slingers are more or less incapable of getting your order right. It’s not their fault, in an earlier age they would spend time on the dole learning how to write a CV and speak in full sentences in order to make themselves attractive to a potential employer.

Now, by the simple expedient of turning up, these formerly undesirable employees are the ones screwing up your order in the drive-thru at MacDonalds.

Allow me to dramatise:


Mr Trivia: Big Mac Meal, That’s all. Thanks.

DriveThru: What?

Mr Trivia: Big Mac Meal, That’s all. Thanks.

DriveThru: Sorry?

Mr Trivia: Big. Mac. Meal….Thanks.

DriveThru: Did you say Big Mac Meal?

Mr Trivia: Yes. That’s all.

DriveThru: Would you like anything else with that?

Mr Trivia: Yes, I’d like you to learn the menu and your job.

There’s only about a dozen things on that menu and I have

just ordered the most iconic of all MacDonald’s meals.

So please, wise-up and stop wasting my time, you

lazy, clock-watching, unmotivated burger drone.


And no. I didn’t utter the last line. I only thought it.

So what am I saying - SUVs, China, human rights, slow service at MacDonalds - what am I saying about all of this?

Well, it’s not good enough, is it?

They oughtta sort all of that out. Pronto. If I ran things it would be very different indeed. If I ran the planet - it would all be dealt with in other ways.

Cashed Up Bogans who were brought up in houses where slamming car doors and talking at the top of your voice and playing your music full blast at 3am was considered acceptable, would be given a one way ticket to Shanghai. They need your building expertise, there, fellas. They’ve got a new skyscraper going up every month.

Inadequate staff at fast food eateries, need to be given a one-way ticket to the nited States and sent to a do a course at the Ronald MacDonald College of Hamburger Knowledge.

SUVs - banned! CUB utes driven by anyone under the age of 30 - banned! Everyone in Perth is issued with a VW Golf.

Human rights and China? That’s huge. Maybe I’ve done enough … I think I’ll have to leave that one for another day.

Elevate the Intransigent,

Mr Trivia

*(China Apologists - feel free to post your self-justifications in my comments section. If any of it sounds like reasoned argument rather than party-line nonsense, I might just let it run. Hmmm, can we all see that irony...?)

04 May, 2008

Green

Hi Zeitgeisters,

Check out this slightly dodgy badge of my Green pride. If you're on Facebook you can add the 'Li'l Green Patch' Application and save square feet of rain forest. According to the app's creators when one uses it, advertisers donate money to a Rain Forest charity.

Feeling a little cynical about this proposition? Have some doubts that merely messing in cyberspace can save real world ecosystems? Click on this weird little character below, do some research and make up your own mind.

Elevate the Insignificant

Mr Trivia