How many tweets does it take to feel ashamed of being Australian?
Just one, it turns out.
Just one.

Go here:



 and leave room for dessert.
379 Liverpool St,
Darlinghurst, Sydney.

"I acknowledge that the use of terms like ‘mandatory detention’ may be by and large unavoidable until changes in government policy. But although politicians clearly play an integral part in creating and maintaining biased language around refugee issues, it is by and large journalists who normalise these terms into everyday use, far beyond quoting government policy."

- Maxine Clarke at Overland

"I watched over the weekend as a Black Hawk military helicopter flew low over Sydney harbour, hovered in the bowl of the city's Olympic stadium and then dipped its nose to salute Kevin Rudd, who was perched in the stands."

Nick Bryant blogging for BBC News

I was confused myself, watching the opening of the NRL grand final from the comforts of the Aussie Club in Dhaka. A black hawk helicopter bringing a bit of military presence to a footy match seemed a bit 'Un-Australian' to me. Not being the authority on things that are 'Australian' exactly, I'll confess bewilderment with these things is only ever a moment away. I'm going to refrain on commenting on Wolfmother, for example, because, well I just don't know about all this really.

I love a good bit of social capital. The kind of things that prove we're not all soulless, selfish greedy buggers who want it all for nothing. Things just like this:

Glen’s Espresso (82 Ann Street, Brisbane)   

It makes me want to go to Brisbane just so I can indulge in some fair trade, organic caffeinated goodness, then sit in the sun, sipping away, feeling all smug about the world.

(via Lisa Dempster)

Sharing Stories: Australian Aboriginal kids are talking to you

"this is my uncle and my little cousin"

11 year old Reharnee at Wugularr School Blog part of the digital online project Sharing Stories