From the amazing David Pope
From the wonderful Cathy Wilcox.
From First Dog on the Moon – see the whole thing here, it was brilliant.
Let’s talk about discretion and trust. And perhaps also the public interest.
These are not the usual words I would use when introducing a discussion of the Disclosure principles in privacy law, but right now they seem apt. Because right now I am hopping mad about the disclosure by our government of one woman’s personal information to the media.
The matter I am talking about involves a single mother, but at a deeper level it involves all of us. We are all citizens, we are all ‘clients’ of government agencies at various times throughout our lives, and we all entrust our personal information to those government agencies. We expect that our privacy will be respected in return. This is the story of what happens when it isn’t. This is the story of Andie Fox, but it could just as easily be the story of you or me.
From Anna Johnston’s “Just because you can disclose, doesn’t mean you should”at Salinger Privacy.
But if you read Malone’s piece, as I did, you’d know that it didn’t actually dispute anything of moment in what Fox wrote – not the prehistoric hardware, the clunking website, not the wait times, the mindless bureaucracy, the searing hot shame of sharing private lives in a public space that would lead you to any conclusions Fox made. All Malone really did was divulge, on behalf of the government, information about Andie Fox that was irrelevant to her story. He helped them frighten her.
From the writer, Mary-Rose MacColl’s piece, “If we want writers like Andie Fox”.
In the subtropics, around the middle of summer things start to die in the heat so Christmas is a strange presence in the season, although I guess not unlike Christmas being situated in the dead of winter in the northern hemisphere. Because the season of summer is not associated with new life here, but rather with the onset of destructive storms, bush fires, drought, and burning sun. Kitchen gardens are largely left to rest. The weeds grow furiously but otherwise everything feels very slow in the humidity.
Storms signal Christmas is coming and the garden succumbs to the mix of overgrown and death.
For me, the foods of summer are all Mediterranean, Mexican and Asian and seem to come in the colours of Christmas. And we eat out in the garden unless the mosquitoes are terrible.
My favourite part of Christmas is all the spontaneous socialising. Friends who message you to tell you they have two Cabernets and are waiting out the rain in a quiet corner, so hurry up and join them in the bar… and other friends who invite you and your kids to swim in their pool and share pot luck dinners together, and friends who beg you to be invited over because their kid is going spare and they want to talk and laugh with you, and all the playfulness and, the exposed skin and lying under a fan even, the goddamn craft (which now includes sewing by my kids).
And this year it included for me a writing deadline for (hopefully) another book anthology next year.
Previous views of December here:
Interestingly, I didn’t post photos in 2014.
I love to see what December looks like in your part of the world, so if you care to, leave a link to your own December photos in the comment section.
Prominent canines (fangs) and the desire to strike a pose in front of the camera.
I get the impression had she been born now the woman would have liked taking selfies.
(Detail from one of boyfriend’s sketches of me. Never be too idle near him or you get sketched).
Celebrating this week when a doctor thought she found a lump in my breast and I spent four days thinking I had breast cancer before the tests revealed it was not cancer, not even a lump.
I hope this anecdote brings you some relief if you should ever be going through your own cancer scare. False positives.
Hear my voice, trying to speak slower.
UPDATE: Here it is – me on Radio National defending sexting.