Daily Archives: July 19, 2008

Liberal – Conservapedia: this is not a joke

Yes, convinced that Wikipedia, aside from its real sins, is a hotbed of “liberal bias”, people have come together to create a serious Conservative (US sense) alternative. Let’s see how they define “liberal” — and anything more parochial and US-centred is hard to imagine. No, this is not Landover Baptist Church. I only wish it were.

Liberal – Conservapedia

[Note that links here are Conservapedia’s and do not open in new windows or tabs. — N]

A liberal supports many of the following political positions and practices:

Feel free to express your disbelief! I seriously thought this to be satire, but am convinced after looking at other articles that it is not.

After that definition comes more detail which you can check for yourselves.

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Pilgrim watching in Surry Hills

So I just went out to buy one of the lovely fresh breads from The Baker’s Bun in Baptist Street, and on the way back paused in the park up by the Northcott and watched the passing parade.

And what a sight it is, I have to say.

Devonshire Street — maybe 500 metres from where I live — is one of the main pilgrimage routes to Randwick. It’s just a shame I don’t have a camera…

Best music came from a large group of Argentinians. There was another big group from India whose music was interesting too. More flags than I have on my new flag widget.

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::: Alexander McCall Smith :::

9780316727822 Yes, I am again able to report sheer delight in the latest I have read by Alexander McCall Smith: The Careful Use of Compliments (2007). As I said before:

The thrust is gently conservative, with a folk wisdom that has much to commend it… Po-faced indeed would be any reader who is not drawn in and delighted, even if at the expense of an odd cringe or two — the latter probably being therapeutic.

I really am reminded of Jane Austen.

Among many lovely moments is a concert:

With the Pie Jesu, which was sung by Nicola Wood, whom Isabel knew slightly, her mind came back to the music. Dona eis requiem; grant them rest. It was not a complex melody, with its cautiously developed melody and its utter resolution; it was a lullaby really, and that, she thought, was what a requiem really was. If one were to be taken up to heaven, then it would be Faure who might accompany one.

This blogger tells you more about the series, and this one puts a different spin on the novel.

Over the fold there is a little more Faure, and a PDF extract from The Careful Use of Compliments. Enjoy.
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