Yeah? Well, I don't like you either, Iran!
I'm blogging on this about a month late ... but ... According to the Speaker chap at
Upperhouse.info, I'm the
equal third-most blocked Australian blog site in ... Iran? 70% of the time. Yup, apparently I'm even more of an external threat to Iran than News.com. Harsh!
And considering the company I'm keeping at the higher end of this illustrious list, I'm a wee bit concerned. On the one hand, there's the legendary
Ms Fits - no dramas there. But the remaining list comprises the following righties, listed in order of wingnut lunacy (whom I won't link for obvious reasons): Harry Clarke (mostly harmless economist); Kev Gillett (unsettling); Andrew Bolt (bleckh); A Western Heart (often and correctly christened 'A Whackjob Heart' by Jeremy Sear) and Andrew (S)Landeryou, who to my mind is as much a political blogger as a severe epileptic fit is a form of dance.
Not that I'm a regular reader of any of these sites, but I would assume that (apart from Clarke perhaps) all these blokes get in quite a bit of regular Iran bashing while banging on incessantly about 'Islamofacism', their key bugbear. So I can see why they might not be such a hit with the Iranian Government's Minitrue in downtown Tehran.
I'm just not sure why I'm getting lumped with them. At a quick glance, in the 3+ years of QP's existence I've blogged about Iran exactly
once - one of my earliest posts, and it was far more critical of Condi Rice and the Bush administration than Iran itself.
Don't get me wrong, I'm in no great rush to fly to Iran anytime soon,
given their recent form with gay teens. Although you wonder why they went to the trouble hanging those young boys, given that
according to Iran's president, homosexuality doesn't exist there anyway.
Maybe it's the word 'queer' in QP's title? Is blocking me a way of preventing queer sexuality - which is clearly just a symptom of a sick, decadent western society - from seeping into the country? Are they trying to quarantine the nation from the queer disease? I wish I had been banned for a blog post about the travesty of the aforementioned boys' murders - but I never got around to writing one.
Ordinarily I'd wear regular Iranian blocking as a badge of pride - but I figure those other blokes do, too. And the less I have in common with them the better. Talk about politics making strange bedfellows ...
Labels: blogging, capital punishment, international politics, Iran
Kiwi fruit
3,2,1...I'm back in the room.
New Zealand is greasch. Similar but different, parallel universe sort of feel - well, at least until you reach the heart of the South Island, then it's very, very unlike anywhere in Australia, or I imagine the world.
Anyways, won't bore you with a long travelog, so here are some easily digestible bullets:
NORTHAuckland: Meh, just another city, really. Not offensive, just...meh. Go to a spot called
Devonport at Auckland's North Shore, that's kinda cute. And check out
Karangahape - 'K' - Road and Ponsonby, the closest Auckland has to a homo ghetto.
Rotorua: Amazing geology - lots of sexually suggestive exploding geysers. But man, it really,
really stinks to high shit. Wouldn't have been able to manage more than 2 days there.
Napier: The
'art deco city', so named because after a big fuck-off earthquake all but decimated it in 1931, it was rebuilt smack in the middle of the art deco period. Got a nice, English seaside village thing happening - the sort of play where Emily and Florence would prance around being 'layyydies'. Weird though - it's on the coast and markets itself as a seaside village, yet the pebbly 'beach' and massive rips and currents make any swimming there impossible.
Would recommend
Marineland too, where you can get up close and personal enough with a Little Blue penguin that the sod will bite you given a chance.
Wellington: Absolute gem. Big city compacted into a beautiful setting of harbour and hills. Much more exciting and attractive than big brother Auckland. Has a cool, funky, Melbournesque vibe. Just a tip to NZ city planners: putting all your shipping and docks right in front of the CBD rather than less visible parts of your harbours is not a good look.
SOUTHPicton: Small, cute. The best part is getting there via the
InterIslander, and coming into the vastly different landscape of the South Island.
Greymouth/Haast: The West Coast is the duelling banjos territory of NZ. Pretty spectacular scenery, of course, but disproportionately higher human/sheep ratio, really, really bad roads and an ominous feeling that NZ's equivalent of
Mick Taylor would be the person most likely to drive by if you broke down. Go there for
Franz Josef as quickly and effortlessly as possible.
Queenstown: 'Noosa of New Zealand', quipped my dad. He's about right. Unlike Haast, Queenstown has a Louis Vuitton outlet, very few native accents and ridiculously overpriced - well, everything. But hey - it's Queenstown. No trip to NZ would be complete without at least a couple of nights there. Do shit you wouldn't otherwise normally do, like
jump off a bridge. Still not quite sure how I managed that without alcohol and/or drugs. And after a few days in the West Coast, civilisation will be muchly appreciated.
Te Anau/Milford Sound: Again, kinda scary road to get there, but worth it. Milford Sound is probably the definitive South Island experience. If you're lucky, as we were, while you're waiting for through traffic at
Homer Tunnel (scariest tunnel I've ever driven through), you might get some very inquisitive
Kea come up for a chat.
Christchurch: Very reminiscent of Adelaide. Like, unsettlingly so. Magnificent botanic gardens,
punting on the Avon is very fa, fa, and there were actually quite a few cuties at
Cruz, Ch'ch's only gay club (avoid its only gay bar, 'Heaven's Above', like the proverbial).
OVERALLDefinitely a more progressive place than Australia. Fascinating to hear newsreaders open a bulletin with the Maori 'Kia ora' before 'Good evening'. And a much more successful integration (compared to us anyway) of Maori people and European settlers - perhaps because
it started off on a slightly better note.
Helen Clark seems to have a Howard factor about her - has also ruled since the 20th century and seems a bit on the nose. Also interesting to see the inverse of what's happening with our Opposition - their National Party under new leader John Key looked to be shifting to the left to mirror Clark in the hope of gaining some of her voters, as Labor under Beazley and Rudd has steadily shifted to the right for similar reasons.
Each year NZ's population rises by literally 50% in tourists alone. You can understand why - it really is a paradise.
Plus, we didn't see one farmer having relations with his sheep. Not a one.
Labels: international politics, New Zealand, sheep, travel
