Empire Times 40.10 by FUSA Association

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Editorial

Letters to the Editor

Introducing the New Eds

Felescia Schemmer, Desmond Victory

Voluntourism: Altruistic or Narcissistic?

Agnik Sarkar

The Politics of Irresponsibility

Jesse Barker Gale

Hollywood For Ugly People

Aneta Peretko

Hearts on Sleeves

Miranda Richardson

Sex Ed With Mistress M: Holiday Romances

Emma Sachsse

Losing My Religion

Anonymous

Holiday Tips For The Tight-Ass Gamer

Adam Rau

Working for Government, When Government Doesn’t Work

Anonymous

Quidditch In Real Life

Charles Chiam Chuang Chao

Field of Dreams: Australian University Games

Tyson Williams, Daniel Mangos

Vox Pops

Hey Mum, Are We There Yet?

Sarah Gates

Cover Comp Winners

Elaine Cheng, April Grava, Rosemary Ellison

Meeting Anwar Ibrahim

Asano Mirai

Why Productivity Is Important

Anita Nedosyko

FUSA Article

Roxy Henshaw

Water In The Sands Of Mars

Lauren Fuge

The Perks of Being

Holly Richter

Art Review

Joanna Kitto

Crossword

Film Spotlight

Dorian Bašić

Film Reviews

George Mountzouris, Annie Richardson

Music Interview: Animal Shadows

Jess Nicole

Music Reviews

Elizabeth Daw, Amber Hall

Food Reviews

Lauris Buckley, Robbie Peschel

Dance Review

Sarah Gates

Book Review

Simon Collinson

Poetry

Jess Nicole

Fiction

Liana Kim Skrzypczak

Game Reviews

Adam Rau, Tamara Babij

Sudoku Recipe

48 Claire Hannaford

Editors: Sarah Gates, Simon Collinson, and Preesan Pillay Huge thanks to Elaine Cheng and April Grava for the front and back covers Empire Times is a free publication of the Flinders University Student Association Visit us at facebook.com/empiretimesmag or fusa.edu.au/Common/ContentWM.aspx?CID=33 Empire Times does not support any political party or the election of any person to a Commonwealth, State, or Territory parliament or local government body. All views expressed by contributors belong to them alone.

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hit. We did it.

When I arrived at uni this morning I knew this was coming to an end, but I focused instead on being the first to score those sweet ham and cheese croissants at FUSA’s free student breakfast. Sixteen hours later I’m sitting in the ET office, surrounded by the sound of Simon and Sarah typing. The year has sped by so quickly. It’s hard to articulate how I feel about this experience; the look on the others’ faces suggests they feel the same way. I think that my sanity has suffered actually. Being stuck in a luminescent box with two other people arguing about comma placement, for hours on end, would be strenuous under normal circumstances. But I also managed to pick up a Red Bull addiction and mild insomnia along the way. Seriously, have you ever known someone so well that you could pick them out of a police lineup by scent alone? I can. My dreams have Helvetica subtitles, I have an encyclopedic knowledge of sloths and I really, really like idly squishing goon bags. I’m glad it happened though. It was fun. I’ve made some awesome friends, worked with some amazing people and, I hope, helped make the campus a better place. Steph and Will have been an incredible help and made this job fun, even when it really shouldn’t have been. Our contributors are amazaballs. We always say that the mag wouldn’t be possible without them; that’s a lie. We could write it ourselves. But they make the mag worth printing, worth reading, worth showing your cat. Thank you Peeps! Till next time, Preesan

P.S. Lauren G, I love you.

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’m going to let you in on a secret: when I started working with Sarah and Preesan, I was terrified that the pressure of making Empire Times was going to destroy their relationship and, with it, the magazine. Not only have both survived, these two have put me to shame on pretty much every conceivable test of editorial functionality. They’ve put up with my forgetfulness, laziness, disorganisation, and erratic work habits all year; they deserve some kind of medal, forged from Red Bull cans and goon sacks. We’ve all learnt a lot over the course of the year. I’ve learnt a lot about DOTA and more than I ever wanted to know about student politics. If anything, I’m more of a grammar militant than I was before (I defaced a menu the other day). If I had a rap name, it would be MC Track Changes. On behalf of all of us: we’ve been very lucky to have the chance to bring this great institution back to life, but we couldn’t have done it without help: in particular, Steph Walker, Will Fisher, Chris O’Grady, Lauren Gobbett, Gillian Dooley, and Maddie Reece, have gone above and beyond the call of duty. We’re enormously grateful to everybody who’s written for, read, or otherwise helped make this magazine what it is, and we intend to thank many of you personally in the coming weeks. (See over the page for more thanks, and keep an eye on our Facebook page for event updates.) Thanks. It’s been a blast. Simon

t’s always late when we write editorials. You remember that angry one written by Preesan, that rant against Flinders One? Yeah, that was written at 2 am. It’s easy to spit rage at that time in the morning, sitting in our fishbowl office where everyone can see in, but we can’t see out. Seriously, it’s freaky. One time a girl popped out of the darkness at 11 pm on a Sunday and lured Simon off into the darkness under the ruse of needing directions to the library. That, friends, is how horror movies start.

Want to join in with ET Fun With Moths? We’ve hidden five moths within these pages. Can you find them all? If you do, shoot an email to empire.times@ flinders.edu.au telling us which pages they’re on - and if you get in quick, we’ll give you $50.

All gone, sorry!

We’ve all been putting off this last editorial. Finding adequate words is too hard, so I’m going to give you fragments - like the time Simon and I argued for days about whether the comma should go inside or outside of the quotation marks. That Simon still manages to have an opinion on the exact shade of red we should use, despite being colour blind. That Preesan has convinced himself to be a design God, but still manages to spend 20 minutes trying to get a line to move one millimetre instead of the centimetre it wants to move. That we can never all agree on a place to eat. That I cried more times this year than the rest of my life put together. That time we realised the film section title had read “Flim” four editions straight. That time my mum cooked a three course meal, leaving it out for me to return to at 3 am in the morning. That the magazine regularly includes moths, for no other reason than the fact our media officer, Steph, is terrified of the tiny creatures. For every photo of her, there is a tiny moth somewhere in the picture - behind her ear, in the reflection of her sunnies. These jokes become funnier after midnight. So thanks for all the laughs, and the tears. Love you all, Sarah

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[ letters to the editors ] Dear Uni Student,

Greetings Editors of 2013.

Just in case you haven’t heard the coolest and latest craze at Flinders since our student cards could get us 10% discount on overpriced food, FAIR TRADE Coffee is now sold in the Health Foods Shop (which for the first time in my 6 years at Flinders resembles REAL COFFEE and I can justify spending the $3.50 on). So get on it!

Thank you for everything you have done for Empire Times, and thank you for the opportunities that you and the magazine had given me.

Now! Kind regards,

They say time flies when you have fun; I almost could not believe that it has been a year since I heard news about Empire Times’’ revival, and my subsequent involvement. I had never been so enthusiastic to be a part of the campus’ “writing sphere” since my inclusion of the Harry Potter series and the Lord of the Rings series in my Honours thesis.

SS #knowsgoodcoffee

Want to have your opinion heard? Have a complaint to air? Or maybe your friends and family are sick of your tireless flattery? Whether it’s about Flinders, politics, your best friend’s dropkick partner, or a new fad, we want to hear from you - and publish you on this page. This is your opportunity to vent and say what you need to say! And you have the whole holidays to think about it until Issue 1 next year! Shoot an email to empire.times@flinders.edu. au and we’ll probably publish it (and frame it on our wall of awesomeness) — with your name or anonymously, it’s up to you!

If I am to describe what this final 2013 issue means to me, I would liken it to the regeneration scenes from BBC’s Doctor Who. You, the editors, are “The Doctor,” with the magazine being the “TARDIS.” Us contributors? We are the many Companions that come and go. And like the Doctor, we will be seeing new faces next year – we will never forget what comes before the regeneration, at the same time, we will, or at least hope to, enjoy the company of the new, strange characters, who somehow still maintain an aspect of familiarity. This song is ending, but the story never ends. I wish the current editors good luck with their future endeavours, and to the editors of 2014, I look forward to a pleasurable cooperation. Yours sincerely, Charles Chiam Chuang Chao

THANK YOU! THANK YOU. THANK YOu. THANK You. THANK you. THANk you. THAnk you. THank you. Thank you. thank you. Massive, freaking THANK YOU to every single who contributed to Empire Times this year. As you know, the magazine was started from scratch - so at the start of the year, we had no one. Our first issue mainly comprised of our friends lending us a few words. From this quiet beginning, we have grown to where we are now: a contributor base of almost one hundred students. So thank you. Thank you for giving us your time, motivation, and talent. Thank you for filling these pages with words and art that have inspired, fascinated, moved, educated, and brought to tears with either sadness or hilarity. Thank you especially to those who have contributed regularly and reliably - you know who you are and you know we love you most. So for one final time this year. Thank you. We fucking love you. Your eds, Sarah, Simon, and Preesan

Sub-Editors Alice James (Fiction) Aneta Peretko (Law/Policy) Annie Robinson (Film) Elizabeth Daw (Music) Katerina Bryant (Features) Nathan Erdely (Crossword)

Artists/Photographers April Grava Charles Chiam Chuang Chao Elaine Cheng Maddie Reece Rosemary Ellison

Writers

Adam Rau Amber Hall Anita Nedosyko Charles Chiam Chuang Chao Claire Hannaford Daniel Mangos George Mountzouris Holly Richter Jess Nicole Jesse Barker Gale

Joanna Kitto Lauren Fuge Lauris Buckley Leisha Mugford Liana Skrzypczak Miranda Richardson Robbie Peschel Roxy Henshaw Tamara Babij Tyson Williams

Columnists Agnik Sarkar Dorian BaĹĄiÄ&#x2021; Emma Sachsse

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[ meet the 2014 editors ] Flik

ell hello there lovely readers. My name is Felescia but please call me Flik. The name has a lot to do with how I love film production, putting my photos on Flickr, and how easy it is to flick me an email or a Facebook message. I guess I’ve made my point that a lots of things in my life start with F, including Flinders Uni. Fancy that!

fave fresh sounds right now include Chvrches, Lorde and Flume. I have an SLR camera Nikon D3100 which is my baby; I’ve taken it to large public gathers and outdoor spots like Arkaroola and K’Gari (Fraser Island). I have been eating vegan for a while now because obviously, as we all know, vegans taste mighty delicious when they are baked, not fried.

I’m currently finishing up my third year in Bachelor of Media (Public Affairs) with a major in Public Policy, having already completed a Diploma in Film. I’ve had an amazing year on campus, enjoying the parties, immersing myself in Flinders Enviro Space, and polishing my design and networking skills around the city. I’ve mostly been involved with FEAG, which is an environmental collective on campus with a rich history of campus culture. I’ve made amazing connections this year, discovering ecologically sustainable practices and teaching others about the huge variety of topics to do with caring for Country.

I’m bursting at the seams with new ideas for editing Empire Times next year. The important message I’d like to drive home today is that this role is not about me, it’s about sharing Flinders University culture and helping you peeps break out of the mould. I’d like to see this magazine add a meaningful touch to our campus that changes people’s mood and inspires people to see how they can help enliven campus culture. We are not the drones you are looking for on our way to class at 8:45AM. Every one of us has something to share that adds to the greater good of our collective spirit. Curiosity is what drives our creativity, so be bold and contribute to Empire Times. You won’t regret it!

At the end of this year I’m most likely going to Byron Bay to study Public Interest Advocacy at summer school. Who wouldn’t want to hang out with hippies at the beach and soak up a tan, all while studying an accelerated law subject over Christmas? Jeals or not jeals? Let me know. My hobbies include making awesome posters, playing a bit of acoustic guitar, socialising, doing anything creative, making vegan gnocci and traveling outback Australia. My

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I’d like to mention a word of thanks and congrats to our current editors Simon, Preesan and Sarah and also to the media staff Steph and Will, who made it through to the last edition of this volume with their minds still intact. Looking forward to seeing you next year. Peas!

Des

y name is Des Victory. I am finishing the first year of a two year Masters degree in Screen and Media Production at Flinders, which is my recreation as well as my study focus. I live a minute’s walk from one of Adelaide’s premier beaches. In the warmer months I spend a lot of time absorbing beach culture. In my spare time, I like being out on the roads on my bike. In 2014, I will be given the privilege of an editor position for Empire Times. I have relevant qualifications and skills to offer to the role, but the production of ten editions over the course of an academic year will be a challenge. I am very much looking forward to the role.

All editions of Empire Times are available online. I believe in running a parallel online specific version of Empire Times, expanding on the vision of the current editing team that have an Empire Times web presence in partial construction. We intend to release the new online Empire Times next year, providing an additional source for student contributions. Empire Times is the Flinders University monthly magazine by students, for students. While the editing team serves to collate, it is not possible to assemble the publication without wider support from student writers, artists, photographers and columnists from all corners of the student population. As well as retaining the existing contributor base, we

are keen to hear from students wishing to contribute. We welcome suggestions and feedback. In 2014 we will be establishing a time when the Empire Times office is manned. Please call on by. The Empire Times email address is unchanged at empire.times@flinders.edu.au. Please be in touch. Contributors and aspiring contributors have a dedicated Facebook group at https://www. facebook.com/groups/134074086783799/. The demands of study are considerable. Added to the requirements of earning a living, keeping house and maintaining personal relationships, students often can’t help but lose touch with happenings across the wider university population. It is an aim of Empire Times to restore that knowledge and add to the experience of study at Flinders University. We look forward to a busy exciting year. Each new member of the 2014 editing team comes with their own individual but complementary skills and abilities. We will be trying very hard to assemble an interesting and informative magazine every month, reflecting student life at Flinders University I can’t leave without mentioning the amazing work of the current editors Sarah, Simon and Preesan. In 2013, they have rebuilt Empire Times from a too long recess. They have produced a high quality, well regarded student magazine. They led the wider Empire Times production team with professionalism and integrity. Thank you Sarah, Preesan and Simon.

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Voluntourism: Altruistic or Narcissistic?

Words by Agnik Sarkar

n recent years, the ever-evolving industry of global travel has witnessed a new concept slowly take an increasingly generous slice of the proverbial consumer pie. “Voluntourism” is a witty new portmanteau which describes the commercial effort to reduce the divide between the oft-disparate worlds of international vacations and philanthropy. The idea is incredibly attractive for its simplicity: for the price of an overseas holiday, volunteers can travel to exotic and remote destinations in the pursuit of a humanitarian cause of one’s choice. Be it renovating aging schools in North-Eastern Thailand, or assisting medical missions in Ghana, tailor-made trips are available to suit any individual’s needs. While the donation of one’s time, money, and effort is an admirable and courageous commitment, it is necessary to scrutinise our own motives and the causes we choose to support in order to provide the best possible aid to impoverished nations. Even seemingly benign approaches to this form of charity can wreak considerable damage on vulnerable communities and people. Consider orphanage assistance: one of the most popular opportunities available to travellers in South-East Asia. According to UNICEF, 72% of children currently residing in Cambodian orphanages have at least one living parent. A large proportion of these children have been sold or coerced into these foreign-financed organisations to attract both dollars and pity from volunteers. A 2010 report by the South Africa-based Human Sciences Research Council found that too often, orphans – genuine or otherwise – suffer the consequences of a volunteer’s generosity. Many outsiders establish strong emotional connections with the children they work with, and as a result leave a potent sense of moral fulfilment. The children are then left to endure yet another abandonment before another affluent foreigner fills the gap and the cycle repeats. This systematic construction and deconstruction of relationships ultimately poses a threat to the wellbeing of the child. This is, of course, an extreme example of the pitfalls of voluntourism, but one that illustrates how even compassionate goodwill can create fertile ground for the abuse and manipulation of the unprotected. The Council further reports that short-term voluntourism trips allow tourists to perform tasks that might have been otherwise undertaken in the long-term by local workers. Hence, instead of empowering the poor through infrastructure, job creation and the development of education and health

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systems, this form of charity encourages a paradigm of limited progress and slow gains. What developing communities need is consistent, skilled, local assistance to achieve long-term development. No matter how well-meaning or enthusiastic the participant, the brevity of volunteering excursions limits their impact to the short-term. Ultimately, the most altruistic approach to aiding others would consider the most efficient, productive, and lasting course of action for the people in question. Could, for example, the funds spent transporting, housing, insuring, feeding and protecting a relatively low-skilled voluntourist be better spent on providing long-term solutions to the ills plaguing destitute societies? Could a doctor be trained? Or a teacher hired? Voluntourism represents US$2.6 billion industry and a proportion of this is likely to have been an investment in positive change. However, of the 1.6 million voluntourist trips every year, many others are likely to have left little but faded memories in their wake and have spent their money inefficiently in the process. At its most superficial, voluntourism offers privileged Westerners the chance to indulge narcissistic fantasies and save the planet on personal terms, rather than those of whom they profess to help. As with anything, there is a broad spectrum of success and room for continual improvement. Volunteers obviously play an integral role in a great deal of philanthropic endeavours. It is not a question of whether they have the capacity to instigate positive change in the communities they work in, but whether this is undertaken in the most efficient, ethical, and sustainable way possible. It is easy to be seduced by the idea that physically attempting to help will prove better than donating to an established entity with appropriately skilled staff. It’s true that this may well prove to be a more rewarding and personally valuable means of acting selflessly. In the quest for sincere altruism, however, one should question: who is this for, really?

The Politics of Irresponsibility: Clive Palmer and Vote Fraud Words by Jesse Barker Gale

he results of the recent Federal election were always destined to be a little odd. The Liberal-National Coalition won a commanding victory in the House of Representatives, but was unable to secure a majority in the Senate. The dark horse of election night was Clive Palmer’s modestly named Palmer United Party (PUP), who claimed three Senate seats. However, it is the battle between Clive Palmer and Liberal National Party candidate, Ted O’Brien, for the Queensland House seat of Fairfax that is proving far closer than anyone expected. The majority of political analysts attributed the tightness of the race to high levels of name recognition for Clive Palmer, as well as the mining billionaire’s access to resources in his fight for the seat. Furthermore, the retirement of Alex Somlyay MP meant that neither candidate had the incumbent’s advantage in the electorate. However, in the eyes of Mr Palmer, the tight race is the result of fraudulent voting and plenty of it. He has expressed a variety of views on the Australian Electoral Commission’s competence and diligence during the election, none of it complimentary. He alleged that individuals had voted “30 times,” members of the military were involved in falsifying the returns, and that the only thing that could prevent the rorting of our beloved voting system was the introduction of photo identification for registered citizens who wished to vote.

your full name?”, “Where do you live?”, and “Have you voted before in this election?” Using the answers to the first two questions, the polling official looks up the name on the certified electoral roll and crosses it out. If voters are casting a ballot outside the electorate in which they are registered, then they are issued with a “declaration vote,” through which they declare their right to vote by signing the envelope in which their completed ballot is sealed. There has been no evidence produced during this election, or in recent Australian history, that suggests electoral fraud is a serious, or indeed any, problem in Australian elections. Barely pausing for breath and citing “massive evidence,” Mr Palmer has alleged that the very nature of the electoral system is open to electoral abuse and misconduct. Mr Palmer’s rhetoric on this issue shares several commonalities with views espoused by Republican legislators in the United States during the 2012 Presidential campaign, including the idea that the potential rorting of the system is of greater importance than any actual vote fraud. In a democratic and free society, there is nothing more ardently guarded than the right to vote. As our political system matures, it is only natural that we would want to take steps to ensure and maintain the integrity of our electoral system. The ascension of Julia Gillard to the prime ministership after both parties failed to win a majority in the 2010 elections and the rancour that followed has had a negative impact on the way we view politics and politicians. Mistakes and oversights in the enforcement of the rules of voting and registration are routine in the administration of elections, but there is little evidence that suggests that there is any sort of concerted effort to delegitimise and cheapen Australian democracy. Mr Palmer should know better than to challenge people’s faith in the electoral system.

A practical definition of “vote fraud” is conduct that is intended to corrupt the process by which ballots are obtained, marked, or counted. Therefore, voters cannot accidentally defraud the system because there needs to be a deliberate conspiracy to alter the manner in which people vote, in order for vote fraud to occur. To be clear, the Australian Electoral Commission (AEC) requires eligible citizens to show photographic identification in the form of either a driver’s license or passport in order to register to vote. However, there is not a similar requirement that requires registered voters to present photographic identification when they arrive at a polling booth to cast their ballot. As detailed on the AEC website, on arrival at the polling place potential voters are asked three questions in order to determine their eligibility; “What is

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Hollywood For Ugly People Words by Aneta Peretko

he one common feature of celebrities and politicians seems to be a sense of importance and influence, and, sometimes, a rather delusional sense of grandeur. Nevertheless, of our most adored celebrities (the movie stars, musicians and athletes), many have genuinely worked hard at their craft, honing it through hours of acting lessons, music school, or fitness training. They’re not unlike any other job-seeker in this respect. Workers need to have the adequate qualification, education, and experience, and in a struggling economy, we come to expect qualifications, education, and experience for base level jobs that never needed them before. Baristas with a three year Bachelor degree aren’t an urban myth anymore. This also means that supremely qualified people with advanced degrees, who would sail to success in a healthy economy, are taking jobs for which they are supremely overqualified. Ordinary jobs are demanding higher and higher standards of qualification, education and experience. Meanwhile, something extraordinary is happening in politics. The trend is reversing. And unlike Hollywood, the beige political landscape is a place that gives tangible power to its occupants. The clearest example of this is in the US, where a wave of intransigent players entered national politics in 2010, running on a campaign that Congress was gilded, out of touch, complacent, and too good at the manoeuvring, compromising, and backdoor deals, the essential politicking of it all. Former car salesmen, veterinarians, pizza makers, and general practice doctors, all without a single shred of political experience, flooded the halls of Congress. They were fiery and fiercely anti-government, sneering in the face of compromise and the old-style politicking, and above all, they were unshakably sure that they are right.

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In some ways, it’s a surprise that it took them three years to literally shut down the government. After all, an unqualified factory worker who has no previous manufacturing experience probably wouldn’t do so well in a production plant. A group of about 80 of them, with an ironclad resistance to doing things any way other than their own, would probably shut down the plant too. So what are the long-term consequences of letting former car salesmen with no political or legal background run the world’s superpower? Exactly what we expect. A weakening of the world’s superpower. The inability of America to act on basic domestic issues shakes the confidence of the whole international system. Perhaps they don’t realise, or just don’t care, that the rest of the world is watching closely, with a kind of disbelief and derision that America cannot even run its own government. It’s the same disbelief and derision long aimed at America for its strange and fervent opposition to single-payer health care and even more strange and fervent devotion to guns, both of which breed a sort of social instability that the rest of the world dealt with years ago. We’ve been willing to overlook those entirely domestic issues, because issues of direct international consequences (the debt ceiling, for example) were always taken care of promptly. Until now. Their initial refusal to raise the debt ceiling, a move that would have devastating global economic implications, sent a message to the whole world that America isn’t concerned about it. That it cannot be counted on to do the bare minimum to keep the delicate recovery of the GFC in place. The gridlock haemorrhages America’s influence and standing, amongst friends and enemies alike, making it harder every hour to be the shining leader by example. An America that cannot manage a few dozen rogues in one party of one chamber of one branch of their own

government is not in a prime position to manage much of anything, let alone coups in Egypt, chemical weapons in Syria, the South China Sea conflict, worldwide terrorism, humanitarian crisis in the Central African Republic, or a myriad of other global issues that America is inextricably involved in. The rise of reality TV has meant that people who are less and less qualified and experienced in the art of entertainment are being selected for that very job. The rise of the rogues in America has done the same for politics. A rigorous background in law, public policy or economics? Years of experience at a lower level of the political machine? No longer necessary to pull votes. Throwing a bunch of wild overgrown kids into a shared house, recording and airing their every move and expecting them to entertain us may insult our sensibilities, but at least it doesnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t invite a global economic catastrophe. But giving a bunch of inexperienced, radical overgrown kids the reigns of the worldâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s largest superpower, a country that directly and indirectly affects basically every political issue in the world? That might.

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Hearts on Sleeves Words by

Miranda Richardson S

ome people are surprised by how much clothing I have. I’ve needed more practical clothing since I started dance classes; but when I can, I still delve into the depths of my wardrobe and pull out something more interesting. I wear anything from the NeoVictorian or Lolita movements, to Elfpunk, Steampunk, Gothic and Cyberpunk. I get ridiculous amounts of joy from hunting for the best value garments to compose a wellbalanced ensemble. But there are definitely people who have expressed disapproval at my apparently frivolous hobby. The biggest reason people disapprove seems to be that I could spend my money on more productive things. While this is true, I have no other indulgences in my life. I have very little leisure time, I have pretty average health, and not much money. Something has to give in this triad or I get crushed by stress. I have more money than I have good health or time, so I spend some of it on things that will make me happy. Some people buy DVDs, games, alcohol, or go out a lot. I buy clothes. People get the impression that clothing lovers are narcissistic. I’m not going to pretend I don’t choose clothing that best flatters my figure over clothing that looks bad on me. I might as well like whatever I’m covering my body with. I’ll admit that there is an element of insecurity that comes into my choices. On my “ugly days” I can take over an hour to find a garment that I don’t feel fat in so I can leave the house. So owning a lot of clothing helps me accommodate a weakness. If I feel ugly I don’t work or socialise as well, so it’s only practical to do something to deal with it. None of us want to be unpleasant for people to look at. We want people to like being around us; we want to be a source of happiness. And people do prefer prettier things. The sad truth is that people actually treat you better or worse depending on your appearance. Strangers, at least, seem happier to see me and more willing to talk to me when I’ve put effort into my appearance. Messed

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up? Yes it is. But I guess personal grooming is just a survival technique for anyone living in a society in which superficiality is a factor. But that’s not why I like clothing. If it were only a practical survival mechanism I wouldn’t enjoy it so much. People seem to forget that clothing design is an art form. Clothing works around the unique canvas of the human body. It decorates, accentuates and celebrates the physical forms that make us human, making us women or men. Just because clothing can be mass-produced doesn’t mean each garment isn’t as unique and perfect as the work of any painter. Except, the most wonderful thing about clothing is that it allows us to take on a work of art as part of our identity: we can be the artwork. Clothing is one of the many mediums through which I vent creativity. But when I think about it, if I couldn’t write very well; didn’t enjoy singing or acting; and had no time to draw, clothing would be the only thing left to me for selfexpression. Most people don’t produce much creative work in their lives for various reasons, so it makes sense that many people like clothing. We all have to buy clothing at some point, so we might as well like what we buy. Self-expression through clothing is particularly important to me and, I think, to a lot of people. Our appearance is the first impression people get when meeting us, so I want people to know as much about me as possible in that moment: that I’m approachable, intelligent enough to dress myself, possibly a space pirate, etcetera. Clothing design is off limits to me because I don’t yet know how to sew very well. But thanks to designers who want to express similar things to me, I can buy their products and still say something about myself before saying anything at all. Clothing is communication, and we all just want to be understood. So clothing lovers, bear your over-stocked wardrobes with pride.

Sex Ed With Mistress M: Holiday Romances L

ove a lover who is leaving town.

Summer is a time of warm days, cool drinks and holiday romances. Holiday romances are fun. If you haven’t had one, I thoroughly recommend it. Whether you are the exotic stranger who has breezed into town with your broken Italian and cute Aussie accent, or you found the gorgeous French backpacker getting hopelessly sunburnt down at your local beach. The freedom of meeting, someone who knows nothing about you, your friends or family is intoxicating. Foreign accents are sexy and language barriers just don’t seem to be a barrier for lust. And it is just lust. I know that the rush of chemicals is telling you that it’s more, but why try to make it something it isn’t? This is your chance to have the perfect summer romance and then get out of town scott free. No need to know any of the mundane things about their life, or for them to know about yours. Just talk about your fascination with the ocean, their eyes, the sunset blah, blah , blah. Why talk about your anxieties? Just enjoy the physical closeness and the electrifying chemistry. But use a condom. Unfortunately sexy backpackers with sexy accents will be getting a fair bit of action so be very, very careful. You want to remember this romance forever, but in a good way, not in an “I have to take medication every day for the rest of my life” way. If you get it right and enjoy every moment for what it is (a holiday romance that has an end date), it can be one of the most fun relationships you will ever have. No nasty break ups, no bad memories, just a tearful goodbye at the airport. And no nasty diseases as long as you keep your head and use a condom.

this one, you don’t have to talk about politics, how many kids you want, your mother’s alcoholism or your boss’s constant nit picking. Just take another look at the sunset and their eyes, and have another sip of your drink and enjoy the serenity. Although the movie Grease is a fun classic, it is important to remember that Sandy and Danny’s holiday romance had more than a few hiccups in its transition to a full time romance, including Sandy having to change her entire persona before they could fly off into the sky together. It’s best to let holiday romances end where they should; unless you have a flying car, in which case do whatever the hell you want. And for those of us who can’t afford to travel and haven’t bumped into any cute backpackers yet, a great way to meet new people is to set aside some time to act like a tourist in your own town. Go sightseeing, spend time in cafes writing in a journal or reading Lonely Planet, wander around and take photos, find free events to attend, hang out around festivals, walk around with your eyes open and be prepared to talk to people in the same open way you would if you were in a new country. I promise you will have a fun time and may even have a holiday romance. If worst comes to worst, go to a pub and ask for a beer in broken English and see what happens!

Words by Emma Sachsse, Mistress M.

Oh, and it’s a good idea to check how long they will be in town. It can be a nasty surprise when they suddenly say, “I’ve got a two year visa and I have decided not to travel, but to stay with you instead.” At this point, you must stoically point out to them that it’s important they use this time to travel and enjoy Australia, and that it would be selfish of you to keep them here. For those of you that are leaving town, make sure your holiday romance doesn’t jump on the plane with you and don’t tell them where in Australia you’re from! Unfortunately everything you love about a holiday romance can go sour if you try to extend it past its expiry date. That special person can lose their special shine in the harsh light of reality. As with any relationship, it’s still important to communicate, be honest and keep your intentions clear; it’s just with

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Losing My Relgion

Words By Anonymous M

y entire life I have been raised as a Christian. My mother recounts stories of me sleeping under her seat in church when I was only a couple of weeks old, or being passed from person to person as she chatted following the service. My family goes to church every Sunday, unless we’re dying and contagious. It’s an expectation, not something to be questioned. I attended a Christian primary school, filled with Christian children who were also part of Christian homes. While other children were studying science, history and current events, we studied the Bible, had worship services and had morning devotions. Entering a public high school was a strange experience for me. Until that point, I had not realised that there were people who had been brought up in a different way to me. It was strange adapting to the knowledge that there were people who did not attend church every week, were not involved in a youth group, who didn’t pray, or believe in God. I had no knowledge of evolution or science, wars or politics, current events or pop culture. High school awakened in me the realisation that there was a whole world outside of what I knew. As my knowledge of the world increased, I found myself growing further and further from the idea of Christianity. There were so many unanswered questions, so much that didn’t make sense. But questioning was frowned upon. Wondering why bad things happened to good people or why God would allow natural disasters that killed hundreds of people was met with the response, “Trust God, he has a plan.” I remember crying at youth camps, feeling guilty for any bad things I had done in my life – for lying to my parents, gossiping, thinking impure thoughts, laughing at that dirty joke my friend told in class, dating a non-Christian, not being good enough, for thinking I wasn’t good enough.

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Looking back now, youth camps are definitely emotionally manipulative places. While I had some truly wonderful times with friends at these events, I find myself recalling the services with the soft lighting, the emotional music and the powerful preacher getting us to kneel down on the ground in the most submissive of positions to chant words, “forgive me” and “please God.” I remember crying. Weeping, sobbing, falling to the floor and feeling lost, but found at the same time. I look back on those experiences now and realise that while in the moment I felt like I was being spoken to by God and having some kind of emotional response to his word, it was merely my reaction to the mood created by this emotive environment. We were broken down to our most emotionally vulnerable point, until we would cling to anything that we were told and believe it. I remember being scared; ever so scared of being sent to hell and burning for an eternity. That imagery is ever so powerful when you’re kneeling on the ground, among a hundred other young people, pleading to God to lead you to His cross where He died for you even though you could never be deserving of that sacrifice. You are never going to be worthy of that, no matter how hard you try, that nothing you do will ever be good enough. One day you could be burning for the rest of eternity amongst all of the

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It is truly the strangest feeling, to doubt everything you’ve known your whole life.”

sinners and bad people. And then comes the day when you realise that these “sinners” and “bad people” are your friends, your loved ones who don’t believe in God. That because your friends don’t believe in this deity, they will one day need to burn in a fiery pit… The turning point for me came from months, if not years, of uncertainty in my faith. After spending countless nights crying out to God for anything, any indication that he was there and that he cared, and hearing nothing in return – never receiving any indication that there was actually someone there hearing my thoughts and prayers. There came a time when all of the unanswered questions and things that didn’t make sense became too much for me to handle, when I had to admit to myself that I didn’t really believe that there was anyone out there. It is truly the strangest feeling, to doubt everything you’ve known your whole life.

Initially, deciding that I no longer identified as a Christian was one of the most terrifying things. There’s a sense of safety in belief that just isn’t present after you let go – a sense of protection, like no matter what happens you will be okay. And honestly, I haven’t found this since. There is nothing more damaging than to raise a child to be constantly afraid of their actions, their thoughts, their sexuality. The fear that one misstep could lead to eternity burning in hell. My children will be raised to make their own decisions about faith. They will not grow up fearing every mistake they make like I did. Not being a Christian is not an option with my parents – but I will not let my own children grow up needing to hide who they are from me, as I need to from my own family. Honestly, letting go of this belief has made me feel truly free for the first time in my life. I feel like I am truly free to be myself, to make my own decisions, to make choices and have thoughts without having to feel guilty or upset with myself. I am free to pursue the life that I want to have and the person I want to be. And there is nothing more liberating than that.

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Holiday Tips For The Tight-Ass Gamer

Words by Adam Rau

he Christmas break is fast approaching: time to get your game on! For those of you with more time to kill than money, we’ve got you covered. Time will fly fast with these free games and the new semester will be here before you know it - but don’t let that stop you from giving them a go anyway. Realm of the Mad God

Coined by its creators as a “massively multiplayer cooperative bullet hell shooter,” Realm of the Mad God sees the player run across the land dodging projectiles from a huge variety of monsters while quickly levelling up your character in preparation to take on the Mad God himself. Cooperation is incredibly strong within this game and it is possible to have parties of up to 85 players taking on the difficult bosses. You could play Realm of the Mad God for hours and never spend a dime, as in-game purchases are purely cosmetic or to unlock new classes immediately. The game isn’t a time sink either, as it takes a couple of hours to reach the maximum character level and perma-death means you’ll always be nearby players at a similar level. With the tiny file size of roughly 50Mb and the ability to run on any computer made within the last ten years, Realm of the Mad God is pretty much the perfect massively multiplayer game for the casual gamer. Available on Steam or at www.realmofthemadgod.com

Team Fortress 2

If you call yourself a gamer and don’t know Team Fortress 2, put that rock down, get out of your cave and get to a computer. Team Fortress 2 is a class-based shooter that favours cooperation over pinpoint accuracy. No matter your skill-set, you have a purpose in TF2; be it sneaking behind enemy lines, building sentries, capping objectives with lightning speed or using brute force to hold the line. The style and comedic value in this game makes it appealing to the casual crowd and veteran gamer alike. With continued updates, player created maps and both competitive and cooperative game modes, the Team Fortress 2 community remains alive and kicking six years from release. Playing the game is completely free; however you have the option to purchase… hats? Available via Steam. Alien Swarm If you’re a fan of the Aliens quadrilogy this may be right up your alley. Alien Swarm is a top-down cooperative shooter that sees a team of four marines fight their way through labs, barracks and bases in order to survive. The game is class-based and all classes have their place, whether you’re the technician hacking keypads to bypass locks, the brute force of the Special Weapons Officer, the passive support of the Officer or the crucial healing abilities of the Medic. Without cooperation and communication the team will surely be slain and even when the team does everything right, the missions will come down to nail-biting conclusions. The game is completely free and has one full campaign available, however hundreds more have been created by the Alien Swarm community utilising the easy to use mapping tools. Available via Steam. Trackmania Nations Forever

Realm of the Mad God

Trackmania Nations Forever is a racing game unlike most, combining Formula One racing with ridiculous jumps, loop de loops and other ridiculous acrobatics. It’s a game played competitively worldwide. While time trials are not usually too exciting, shaving milliseconds off your time to climb the ranks of the fastest players worldwide is incredibly addictive. Available via Steam or www.trackmaniaforever.com

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Warsow Remember the days of Quake 3 Arena and Unreal Tournament? Warsow takes the fast-paced multiplayer arena combat of the games of old, adding wall-jumping, more speed and a cyberpunk theme for good measure. Fans of the genre will find themselves hopping around the map, pulling off trick shots while expending more bullets than John McClane in no time. It’s also completely free! Available at www.warsow.net

gameplay. Choosing between the two is a matter of preference. Did you love the technical components of building and controlling a Battlemech in the Mechwarrior series? Unsurprisingly, Mechwarrior Online is the title for you. Did you like the simplified, but faster-paced combat of Armoured Core or the Heavy Gear series? Hawken is right up your alley. Hawken available at www.playhawken.com Mechwarrior Online available at http://mwomercs.com League of Legends/DOTA 2 If you know what a MOBA is, you’ve heard of the Warcraft 3 mod DOTA (or Defense of the Ancients, for those playing at home). League of Legends and DOTA 2 are the competing successors to the classic mod, with a strong presence in the world of eSports along with massive communities on both sides and tournaments with prize pools of up to $1.6 million U.S dollars. If you enjoyed DOTA, both free-to-play games are right up your alley and the game on which you choose to hone your skills is purely a matter of preference of mechanics. While the games look mechanically similar at face value, the nuances of the overall gameplay and the play style of the characters means MOBA players should give both a run and find the game that suits them. Who knows? Play well enough and you might just make enough to pay off your HECS debt… just make sure you’re passing your subjects between practice, eh? League of Legends available at leagueoflegends.com

Warsow

DOTA 2 available via Steam

Cookie Clicker You click the cookie to bake cookies and when you bake enough cookies you can purchase grandmas and other assets to build more cookies. Don’t be fooled by the description: Cookie Clicker will consume your days, your nights and your every moment leading up to the hour before your assignment is due. Playable at orteil.dashnet.org/cookieclicker Warframe Space ninjas. You heard me. Combine the stealth mechanics of Metal Gear Solid with combat mechanics reminiscent of the Mass Effect series, throw cooperative play and tons of missions ranging from assassination to search and rescue, and you’d have something similar to Warframe. Also, did I mention space ninjas? If that didn’t grab your attention, hand in your gamer license: it’s been revoked. Available at www.warframe.com

DOTA 2

Hawken/Mechwarrior Online Like mechs? Both Hawken and Mechwarrior Online are fantastic free-to-play titles offering the customisation and hulking combat you love, complete with robust multiplayer

Merry Christmas folks and happy gaming!

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Working for Government, Words by Anonymous

he author, who worked for a Republican member of the US Congress in 2012 and answered many angry phone calls demanding to “shut it down,” offers a semi-fictional account of life on Capitol Hill during the government shutdown. “Do you think they’ll be happy now?” She was a shadow of the effervescent sorority girl who had arrived in Washington a few short weeks ago from the University of Georgia. But even after a nine-hour shift manning the phones in the Rayburn House Office Building, the naïveté of the intern was charming. They came to the Hill so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, only to discover that so many of their fellow countrymen were just bad people. The calls never stop. The people are never happy. It’s the curse of being a Republican congressional staffer. Zach, our “graduate intern,” battling to find a rare job for a poli sci major in the crummy economy, just laughed. He’d been here for six months, long enough to know how the business works. “No, Steph. Our constituents are essentially spoilt brats. You can do everything they ask and they’ll still suspect you’re part of the vast right-wing conspiracy. The sooner you realize that the people who call – or, for that matter, most of our constituents – are fundamentally unreasonable people, the happier you’ll be.” I wasn’t quite a cynical as young Zach, but the shutdown

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was pushing me that way. I was a ten-year veteran of Capitol Hill, with the usual brief departure to the private sector as a lobbyist. But the draw of the chance to make Important Decisions without incurring the considerable hassle of being elected to federal office had called me back. Most Hill staffers hold the people who call their offices in a healthy disdain. The trend to redistrict House districts to make them ridiculously partisan means that constituents who called were generally nothing more than a unwelcome distraction for me. The tea party groups, on the other hand, were a concern. The only electoral danger to my boss was being outflanked on the right by a primary challenger, which was unlikely, since my boss had a voting record that made Paul Ryan look like a fellow traveller. But stranger things had happened in Georgia politics; it would be the tea party kids who would responsible. So that’s why I was having my ear chewed off by the chair of the Gylett County Tea Party Patriots, who my boss had seen fit to give my direct line to. Some accused our member of not being the sharpest tool in the shed, but somehow our local “community leaders” had never got their hands on his phone number. The conversations followed a familiar pattern. My tea party friend would implore me to impeach Obama, not raise the debt ceiling, or impose huge tariffs on China. I would calmly and politely explain how doing that would fail, crash the world economy, or make everything at Wal-Mart unaffordable. My tea party friend would accuse

When Government Doesn’t Work me of hating freedom. I would thank him for his call and assure him that we were fighting for him. Abuse would generally follow. I thought today might be different. We’d finally given them what they wanted. We shut down the U.S. Federal Government. I know it’s not going to play well in places that aren’t like Georgia’s 7th Congressional District, which, to be honest, is most places. But were they happy? Of course not. Half of them were convinced it was all some grand left-wing plot to sneak Obamacare into law. As I gently replaced my phone, I felt a twinge of jealousy towards my Democrat colleagues. “You know what makes me wish that I was a Democrat?” I asked no one in particular. Zach was on the ball. “You’ve mentioned how much you love that Obama campaign ad set to Passion Pit about three hundred times,” he said, with a look of contempt befitting a good Southern boy who thought there were only two types of music – country and western.

“Look at Romney. You’d think the base would be pleased he’d become more conservative over time. But he spent the whole campaign running from Romneycare and abortion. I don’t know why we even bother trying to keep them happy. They hate us. And they’ll always hate us. We could shrink government to the size where we could drown it in a bathtub, and some asshole would be calling to complain that we aren’t burning the corpse and that this is all a ruse so we can revive it again behind their backs.” Steph looked confused. She’d lost track of one of my mixed metaphors again. Zach rolled his eyes. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our esteemed legislative director is having yet another The Newsroom moment.” I sighed. “Just don’t tell the Tea Party. I can’t be bothered looking for another job.” The phones rang again. I’d had enough. “It’s 9:32. The government is shut down. Send the fuckers to voicemail.”

“No, buddy. It’s that they’ll uncritically accept any shift in policy without us having to deal with years of accusation that it’s all some grand scheme to trick them. Remember when Obama announced that he supported gay marriage, despite consistently opposing it for, well, ever? No Democrat accused him of just “saying that” to get elected and then go off implementing his secret anti-gay agenda.”

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y dear readers, if you have read the Harry Potter books, and/or watched the movies, then I am sure you know about the fantastic and dangerous wizarding sport, Quidditch; a game played on flying broomsticks, with many balls of different sizes zooming about. Like many translations from the fictitious realms, Quidditch can, and has already been, played in real life. Albeit with some adaptations and limitations. So, a Quidditch game must have players on broomsticks. In real life, that is exactly what we did. Yes, “we.” Flinders University now has its own Quidditch Club (approach the Harry Potter Society for more details). According to our rules, brooms must be held above the ground and between our legs, so players must use one hand to hold their brooms. Harry and company needed to do this to actually fly. For us Muggles, on the other hand, it not only looks awkward to run around with one hand holding a broomstick between your legs, you also have to throw and catch balls with your remaining free hand. A difficult feat —for me at least. The movies make it look so easy! Then, there are the balls. The quaffle, which the fictional wizards use to score points, is replaced by a volleyball instead. Like Rowling’s version, each team has three “chasers.” These players try to take the ball from the other team and score goals, with “keepers” preventing them from doing so. Then there are the bludgers. Their novel versions are two black balls enchanted to fly around and hit random players off their brooms, to be defended against by the “beaters.” The beaters are players with

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bats, responsible for preventing their teammates being hit and directing the balls towards the other team. Since we cannot produce these gravity-defying, rounded attack drones, we are content to just throw soccer balls at each other. Finally, there is the golden snitch. Again, as we are lacking knowledge in enchanted metallurgy, we have to find a substitute. This we procure in the form of a fellow Muggle. This person, siding with neither team, does whatever it takes to avoid capture. The seekers (that’s the position held by Harry and Draco, by the way) have to run after this person, brooms between their legs and all. In one game, the snitch had this bright idea of turning up on a bike. Imagine, two humans, each of them holding onto a broomsticks between their legs, chasing after someone on a bike! Even in real life, Quidditch is a very demanding and physical sport. Still, it has a magic of its own. The Harry Potter books turned me away from TV and towards reading, and now it has me interested in sports! So, anybody want to play Quidditch; Muggle style?

Field of Dreams Australian University Games

he Australian University Games are an annual event that every uni student should attend. Held on the Gold Coast this year, over 8000 students competed in Australia’s largest annual sporting event. Flinders University sent a team of 60 students who competed in 9 of the 36 different sports. Our week started with individual events. Thomas Auger and Erin Strong both collected gold in Taekwondo and Judo respectively. Erin also earned Green and Gold selection, a merit award that is awarded to outstanding competitors. SuSim Lim was our lone swimmer. She swam well and made multiple finals but couldn’t bring home a medal in a pool filled with Olympians and World’s competitors. The team sports ran all week, most teams played at least two games a day, if not three, and the end of the week was definitely about survival as much as talent. Ultimate Frisbee and Mixed Netball both finished 11th in their divisions, but were only narrowly prevented from being much higher. Women’s Futsal also finished 11th. Our Beach Volleyball teams came close to success, with mixed 4’s finishing 6th and men’s pairs ending up 5th. Both of these teams were one win away from competing for medals. On the last afternoon of competition we had two teams playing for medals. Our Lawn Bowls team fell agonisingly short of bronze against Adelaide University (AU), who they had beaten in the pool matches. Women’s Indoor Volleyball were undefeated and playing against the other undefeated team, Bond University. Bond were the host for the games and had brought a strong team, but our girls were superior for the first two sets. Unfortunately they ran out of legs and ended up losing in five sets. However, silver does guarantee them promotion to the top division next year where they will be having another crack at the gold. A great result from one of the smaller teams Flinders has sent, we will be bigger and better next year for AUGs in Sydney. I hope you can join us.

he Spirit of Uni Games takes hold within competitors the moment they arrive on the tarmac and evolves as the colourful display of university uniforms engulfs the host city. This year we were fortunate enough to enjoy a warm welcome from the Gold Coast, with temperatures in the thirties providing the perfect backdrop for the week. As a University Team Captain, I was one of a few spiritual advisors for this pilgrimage; although each competitor had their own pathway towards enlightenment. As the sun set, the rituals began with each team joining together for communion and discussing events from the day. Stories of sporting prowess, or lack thereof and tales of amusing exploits meant that there was never a dull moment during dinner. With some alcoholic lubrication, competitors then prepared for the themed nights that awaited. Every night was different and held its own special charm, but “Tight and Bright” and “Childhood Heroes” were definitely favourites. To reflect on events transpired, Uni Games was more about sportsmanship (and womanship) than the sports themselves. Yes, it’s nice to be competitive; but many of us now have an extended family from our shared experience. This extends beyond Flinders. Teams have already organised some scratch matches and catch ups with students from Adelaide Uni and UniSA. Uni Games creates a special fraternity, a unique bond which we are all too happy to share. Trust me ladies and gentlemen, Flinders Uni has definitely made its presence felt on the Gold Coast and will leave a similar impression on Sydney in 2014. F Who? F U!

Words by Daniel Mangos University Team Captain

Words by Tyson Williams University Team Manager

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VOX Tinh Name an interesting thing about today? I listened to my lecturer. He came to our group and explained how we could analyse data. How are your studies going right now? I think it’s alright. Not much workload. What are your plans for the summer? I will spend a couple of weeks in my home country, then come back here and maybe go somewhere - maybe go to Tasmania. What’s your best study experience? It’s a very large campus and difficult to get around. Do you read the Empire Times? I’ve read it several times. What would you like to see in future editions of the Empire Times? There should be photo essays. For example how students enjoy Flinders.

Cathy

Alex

Name an interesting thing about today My friend is visiting from Sydney.

Name an interesting thing about today? I handed up an assignment.

How are your studies going right now? Pretty good.

How are your studies going right now? Not too bad… not too bad at all.

What are your plans for the summer? I am going to summer school to get my electives done.

What are your plans for the summer? I might be going overseas to Vanuatu, so that should be exciting.

What’s your best study experience? The helpfulness of the staff in the library.

What’s your best study experience? Probably pub crawls. Very much the social aspect.

Do you read the Empire Times? No. Where do you get it?*

Do you read the Empire Times? It’s always been interesting.

What would you like to see in future editions of the Empire Times? A What’s On section, maybe?

What would you like to see in future editions of the Empire Times? I couldn’t say. There’s nothing off the top of my head I want to see. Beer coupons? A couple I read had articles about life around flinders.

[22] *ET can always be found in the Refectory, Law Courtyard, FUSA office and Central Library. We also distro to the Sturt Library, SILC and the Med Library.

POPS Kimbe

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Name an interesting thing about today? No. I don’t have anything really. How are your studies going right now? Yeah, they’re going good. What are your plans for the summer? Work. I work at a bakery down by the beach. What’s your best study experience? Just all the people. Do you read the Empire Times? Yes. I like the interviews with people. What would you like to see in future editions of the Empire Times? It already covers everything.

Mark Name an interesting thing about today? I’ve had a pretty ordinary day. This week I was injured. I’m a cricketer. I strained my groin muscles. How are your studies going right now? Up until this semester I’ve been going really well. This semester is a bit more of a drag for me. What are your plans for the summer? This summer is for working. That’s when I earn my money. What’s your best study experience? I’ve met some really good friends. Do you read the Empire Times? No. I’ve never seen it before. I wouldn’t know where to go to get one. What would you like to see in future editions of the Empire Times? I don’t know. That’s not something I can answer.

Ellie Name an interesting thing about today? Lunch was interesting… I saw Gravity at the movies. How are your studies going right now? Pretty stressful at the moment, and I have an exam. What are your plans for the summer? Nothing… this will be the first time I haven’t worked since I was 15 years old, so I’m really looking forward to not doing anything. Maybe a trip or something, but I haven’t planned anything. What’s your best study experience? The social life; just the people I’ve met. Probably the most I have got out of uni is learning to think for yourself. Do you read the Empire Times? No. I didn’t know it existed. Now that I know it exists I will probably read it. What would you like to see in future editions of the Empire Times? An Upcoming Events section.

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Hey Mum,

Words by Sarah Gates

Are we There Yet?

A Discussion of Feminism In This Year’s Adelaide Festival of Ideas

his year’s Adelaide Festival of Ideas has seen a myriad of speeches and discussions on all areas of science, business, culture, and innovation. Among the exploration of some of the biggest questions of our time – including climate change, aging, technology and war – feminism certainly was not forgotten. Conversation between Dr Anne Summers and Anna Goldsworthy in “Are We There Yet?” highlighted the importance of feminism being debated and considered, in both private and public forums. Dr Anne Summers suggested that a new activism is occurring, the likes which haven’t been seen in Australia since the 1970s. Such interest has been largely stimulated by Julia Gillard’s ascension and quick removal from the prime ministership, as well as the barrage of gender assaults and accusations in between. Anna Goldsworthy agreed that gender was a significant aspect to Gillard’s experience in office - with sexist language and stereotypes used to belittle and undermine her, and feminists relying on her to positively act on women’s issues such as abortion and maternal leave. In terms of public office, Howard pacified the population, perpetuating a way of thinking that focuses on one’s own life and capitalist goals instead of the big questions of the day. Even to people who don’t identify as feminists, or have no knowledge of the movement, the idea of feminism went viral with Gillard’s misogyny speech and constant reference to “the gender card.” Culturally, the gender card and gender war are terms which are only used about and against women. Ambition is less celebrated in women. Some traits and emotions are considered inappropriate for women, such as assertiveness and anger. Economically, a progressive think tank from the Institute of Melbourne has questioned whether it is worth women receiving high education. They suggest that this capital is not utilised, certainly not to the extent that it is utilised by men, because of pregnancy and child rearing. Systematically, child support, particularly for working mothers, is insufficient support for parents and their offspring. Violence is another huge issue. Women are 25 times more likely to receive sexually abusive or violent messages if their online username or profile indicate their gender. So what about the streets? Rape culture remains pervasive: from the lowest consequences of victim blaming and shaming, to sexual abuse in our streets and

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homes. Summers, Goldsworthy, and the rest of the audience could agree when asked, “are we there yet?” The answer was a resounding no. As a framework for judging progress, Summers offered the test of inclusion, equality, and respect. For example, our first female prime minister was included in public office. Tick. She received equal pay to her male counterparts. Tick. But she did not receive respect. She was constantly ridiculed, both overtly and through the use of highly sexist language. In comparison, stay-at-home mothers might be respected, but not included in public life or equal in terms of pay and social standing. In her research, Summers had concluded that women

need two things to be in control of their lives: to be economically self sufficient and to have freedom of fertility. Through discussion in “Are We There Yet?” she added one more, freedom from violence. This goes to highlight the importance of legislative and structural issues such as equal pay, sufficient maternity leave and child support, access to contraceptives and abortion, rape law, and domestic violence. In these areas, as well as aspects of public discourse, Goldsworthy insists that we “cannot rely on cultural autocorrect, we need to address it ourselves.” Many oppressive factors within our Australian society stem from patriarchal ideology in popular opinion. When a profession becomes female-dominated, its status and pay drop. In many

challenges and have greater self confidence. Different language is used with girls, who are rewarded for being “good” or “smart.” So when they break a rule or fail, they are intrinsically taught that they must be “bad” or “stupid.” Girls also face more pressure with body image and conflicting perspectives of sexuality. One of the biggest failings of feminism is the inability for people to conform to the one idea or definition of feminism. Female promiscuity, for example, is viewed as both empowering and degrading. Control of women’s sexuality has long been a tool for oppression: both in terms of maintaining the virginity and “purity” of young girls, and utilising prostitutes to fulfil male desire. Sex and sexuality are prevalent issues in the debate around pornography. Summers and Goldsworthy discussed porn as “sexual scripts for our youth” which consist of “hideous violence, physical and verbal, against women.” They cited porn stars who recognise misogyny in the business and quoted a sleazy male porn enthusiast who said that men have the ultimate power in being able to ejaculate on a woman’s face. Of course, there are many fundamental problems with popular porn, including violence and rape, verbal abuse, sexualisation of minors or “youth,” persistent domination of women, and perpetuation of unrealistic body image and expectations attained through both clever camera work and postproduction editing. Feminists have also reclaimed porn as a device for legitimising female sexual desire and appetite. Feminist porn claims to reject the shame of women’s sexual desires and encourage open discussion about women’s bodies and needs. It leads to greater awareness of safe and consensual sex.

“I’m Not a Feminist, But...” Regardless of your opinion, porn remains a dividing issue for feminists – as does the existence of women who engage in multiple casual sexual relationships. Slut shaming by women against women is massively pervasive, and largely responsible for undermining feminism. How can we expect the rest of the world to agree, when we refuse to respect our liberal women?

workplaces, unequal pay is evident. A National Australia Bank survey, for example, assessed 10% of its workforce and found that for women and men in the same level positions, the pay gap was a massive 29% – in favour of the men. The base rate, however, was the same. Summers and Goldsworthy attributed this to men, on the whole, being the better negotiators. The discussion explored how boys are taught to be assert and have high self value. They are told to “work harder” or that they need to “stop messing around in school” in order to improve their grades, so are more likely to respond positively to

Both Summers and Goldsworthy agree that too much time is afforded to the controversial topics encompassed by feminism. It is a movement that holds many different meanings to different people. Often, people feel obliged to preface their opinion with, “I’m not a feminist, but...” Summers and Goldsworthy, instead, stated a very simple wish list. Inclusion. Equality. Respect. And, of course, men can be feminists too. Feminism is about equal rights; patriarchal ideologies and practices can be just as damaging to men as women. It’s about examining the cages we’re in – like the ingrained doctrine that men shouldn’t cry, ever. As Summers stated, “The label of feminism is not important. But I’ve never met a woman against equal pay. So let’s focus on the things we want.”

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Meeting Anwar Ibrahim – My first Anarchy experience

By Asano Mirai

n a loosely defined manner, I am now an anarchist.

As part of the Adelaide Festival of Ideas (AFOI), various guest speakers were invited to give talks and facilitate discussion. One of them was Anwar Ibrahim, the Opposition Leader of Malaysia. What makes his presence significantly different from other guests is the Malaysian government’s response to send emails to government scholarships receivers, warning them not to attend Anwar’s event on the threat of having their scholarship withdrawn:

To my fellow scholars, Please refrain yourself from further joining this activity. You are smarter to think and focus on what matters rather than joining this activity that could make your hardship in maintaining good grades and earning the scholarship goes down the drain. I wouldn’t hesitate to take stern action to those (JPA Scholars) who involved. You know really well what you’ve signed into. Thank you for your attention. the one who cares, PPL JPA The email was signed by “the one who cares” – the one who care about what, exactly? Well, they are certainly not the one who care about democracy. Anwar Ibrahim, who Senator Nick Xenophon describes as “a beacon of hope for democracy in Malaysia,” is not surprised by such a deed, as the government had often tried their darndest to silence him in the past. In fact, Xenophon himself was deported from Malaysia this year, very possibly due to his support of Mr Anwar. News of the threat soon reached the media’s ears and Malaysian students are being sought out in hopes of procuring an interview about their views regarding this issue. Yours truly was approached by the ABC and The Australian – I turned down the interview with ABC cameras, but I managed to give a few words to The Australian. On Friday the 19th, both The Advertiser and The Australian had articles regarding the threat and anonymous students’ angry remarks. After giving the government an invisible middle finger, I proceeded to attend the event held at the Flinders Victoria Square campus. The first thing that struck me as odd and surprising was the presence of security personnel. I have attended various events by the university, but this is the first time I had to go through an ID check before being allowed in.

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Photography and other form of recording were prohibited during the event, another first for me. To think we had to implement such precautions… Thanks a lot, ya bloody Malaysian government! The attendance most certainly exceeded my expectations. Not only was the room packed, but there was another full room receiving a live feed of the discussion. Flinders University’s Associate Professor Robert Phiddian chaired the session. It soon became apparent that Mr Anwar is a charismatic speaker and well read scholar, referencing and quoting the King James Bible, the Analects of Confucius, the Mahabharata, Shakespeare and so on. He said that, as a leader, one must have resolute courage and conviction and must be able to bear more hardship than the followers. He also expressed that despite his loss during the May election, he does not blame the minorities who did not support his party. It is his opinion that these minorities are being bullied by the corrupt government. He stated that the controversial election was not stolen from him, but from the rakyat (people). He emphasised the rampant corruption within the Malaysian government and expressed beliefs that if corrupt government in other nations can be defeated, then the same can happen in Malaysia. Of course, Anwar Ibrahim is not without humour. He recalls during the electoral campaign that the government had tried to blame him for everything that is wrong in Malaysia. He mentioned that things eventually got so hilariously out of hand, that he was blamed for an unsatisfactory result in the World Cup! When asked to talk about the emails to students, he jokingly thanked the email sender for the publicity and promotion. He said that his visit is not widely known. Then the emails were received and various media picked it up, working to his advantage. Thanks to the exposure, Australia now knows about the full-force authoritarianism of the Malaysian government. Mr Anwar sent his love and affection to the scholarship receivers; saying that not only does he not blame them for being afraid, but pledging to try his best to defend them. Senator Nick Xenephon had previously stated that he would attempt to protect students as well. At the end of the session, Mr Anwar answered questions from the attending students. Topics ranging from political, to social development and the brain drain problem. He also took the time to speak and attend to the students who wished to have pictures taken with him before leaving. Overall, it was a great experience. I would like to thank Flinders University and its partners, as well as the AFOI for hosting this event. And thank you Mr Anwar Ibrahim, for your insights. You are truly a great inspiration.

Why Productivity Is Important A

lecturer once said that “all successful students have a sophisticated productivity system and a supportive network.” Simply stated, when you have positive and encouraging people around you, and you can get your uni work done efficiently, the sky is the limit! A productivity system gives you the power to achieve your goals. If designed thoughtfully, it will ensure that you don’t forget important deadlines, can approach work with confidence and focus, and can manage time so that your life is balanced between work, rest, and play.

Set up Evernote.com. This is where you can store all of your lecture notes, revision materials, and journal articles all in one place to help you easily revise for exams. Download the free app now. It will change the way you study.

So what are you trying to achieve in life? As assignment are piling up and exams are approaching, knowing what your big picture goals are will remind you of the importance of putting in the effort now for future gain. With the job market being as competitive as it is, none of us can afford to be credit-average students. So how do these “alphagraduates” make it through the semester so seamlessly? Here we share the top seven tips that successful students have shared with us.

Hang out with supportive and positive people. Do you have friends or housemates that are constantly dragging you down to the pub? Ditch these guys (politely) over the next few weeks and find a study partner that you know will be able to motivate you and help you stay on track.

Set yourself three daily goals. As a student you may notice that you have many competing goals that are in play simultaneously, but knowing which ones to focus on is not always easy. Aim to complete just three things per day; but make sure they are achievable. For example, “Do biology revision” is too broad. How will you know when this is done? Instead break it down into manageable tasks like, “Watch last the lectures online.” Everyone loves crossing things off their to-do list. It makes us feel like we are getting stuff done and that makes us happy little vegemites.

Plan your week. On Sunday night, make a habit of sitting down and planning out your entire week (i.e. meetings, lectures, workshops, and social commitments). Using this information, you can then incorporate these tasks into a planner, diary, or weekly schedule.

For the ladies.Taking your bra off can seriously give you an extra two hours of study time. Underwire cuts off circulation and restricts blood flow to the brain, leaving you tired and less focused. Get your bra off ladies. It is useful for students to share their productivity system with their fellow students, so others might avoid needless years of stress, procrastination, and disappointment which can result from not having an effective and well thought out approach to study.

Words by Anita Nedosyko

Use downtime as a reward. During the semester you can become so consumed by the sheer volume of work, that you don’t allow yourself to participate in activities you love like exercising, playing with the kids, or catching up with friends. When you set yourself daily goals, it’s important to reward yourself once you have achieved them. You can then sit back, relax, and watch that episode of Game of Thrones guilt free! Know when you are most productive and how best to spend your time. Do you know when you read best? When you find writing the easiest? Whether you’re a morning person or evening person? Identify your natural habits and work with them, not against them. Smart students don’t set themselves unrealistic goals, like working on an essay Sunday morning after a night out. This just sets you up for failure and an unhealthy state of mind.

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Meet the 2014

General Secretary Words by Roxy Henshaw

nder the strong leadership of Student President Brodie McGee, this has been a fantastic first year of Student Council. Every member has done their best to represent their fellow Flinders students and improve student life on and off campus. I was elected to Student Council halfway through the year, and since then have worked hard supporting the office-bearers as a General Council Member. I ran for Student Council as I wanted to support schemes to make every student’s life a little bit easier. I found the leap from high school into university absolutely terrifying; it took me almost a year to adapt to the different learning environment and feel at ease with my surroundings. I hope I have successfully represented my fellow students and been accessible. This year we worked hard as a team and fought for online assignment submission and increased recording of lectures, both of which will be compulsory from next year. We fought for this magazine, for which the current editors – Preesan, Sarah and Simon – have gone above and beyond. We brought better food and coffee to Flinders, with food vans now visiting several times a week and free breakfasts on various mornings. We improved campus life with brilliant social events, organised by the wonderful Lauren Brice, the pajama party and the ball. We welcomed new and returning students during Refresher Week with the UV party, quiz night, karaoke night, comedy night, and 80s party, as well as numerous events during the day. Special thanks are due to the people who helped organise important festivals and events on campus, including the Multicultural Festival (Abdullah Alajlan and Nadira Zainal), Idaho Day (Jake Lane), Mental Health Day (Christopher Sellwood) and Sustainafair (Adriana Allman). I would also like to congratulate Will Menzies, in particular, for his

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ongoing work to make Flinders an accredited Fair Trade University. Most students don’t appreciate how much time and effort Student Council put in every week to improve campus culture and student life at Flinders. To anyone on council who I haven’t mentioned, this is not a reflection of my perception of how much work you’ve done this year, but rather a result of my dying week eleven brain cells and the editors’ imposed word limit. Thanks to all council members! Next year, as General Secretary, I intend to work closely with and for all students, but particularly clubs and societies, to improve student hang-out spaces and storage. I hope to have many, many social, cultural, intellectual, and Harry Potter themed events that can be co-hosted by FUSA and the relevant clubs and societies. I hope to improve campus facilities, with 24-hour access to computer labs, the refectory, and other spaces. I want to raise student awareness about the facilities the university already has to offer in order to give students a head start with their careers and to benefit their education in general. I promise to do my best to fill Paul Harrison’s enormous shoes as General Secretary – he has set the standard by which all future General Secretaries will be measured! It seems totally inadequate but THANK YOU! If you have any suggestions for improvements around Flinders or issues you wish to raise, please feel free to contact me by email (general.secretary@flinders.edu. au), on Facebook, or on campus – I look roughly like the unflattering picture I’m sure the editors (probably one of my “friends” Sarah or Preesan) have put above this article. Thanks for electing me, Flinders.

Words by Lauren Fuge

WATER IN THE SANDS OF MARS A

t Gale Crater, a vast mountainous area near the equator of Mars, a little robotic rover trundles across the orange dusts. It has a mission: to determine whether the Red Planet is, or has ever been, habitable. In this distant and lonely place, which is separated from Earth by 137 million kilometres of empty space, the rover has analysed its first scoop of Martian soil, finding one of the key requirements for habitability—water. Lovingly dubbed Curiosity, the car-sized rover touched down on Mars in August 2012. It is equipped with the most advanced scientific instruments ever sent to the Martian surface. It is, essentially, a laboratory on wheels; carrying out carefully documented observations and experiments, all controlled by a team on Earth. Determining habitability involves searching for environmental conditions favourable to microbial life. So Curiosity analyses climate and geology, devoting some time to looking for subterranean water. Shortly after landing last year, Curiosity used its robotic arm to scoop up a sample of fine, wind-blown regolith; loose material-like dust, soil and broken rock. The on-board chemical laboratory heated this sample to 835 degrees Celsius and observed the gases that were released. Significant quantities of carbon dioxide, oxygen and sulfur compounds were detected, as well as something pretty profound—the soil was 2% water by weight. That’s a relatively high percentage. It means that in each cubic metre of soil, there is approximately 15 litres of water. Finding signs of water on Mars isn’t anything new. The planet is dry by Earth’s standards, thanks to the freezing surface temperatures of 63 degrees Celsius, but previous rovers and orbiters have discovered that water does exist as ice; locked away in polar ice caps and as water vapour in the atmosphere. In its explorations, Curiosity has also found bedrock with rounded pebbles. This is strong evidence that fast moving streams used to flow on the surface. Billions of years ago, when the temperature was higher and the atmosphere was denser, it is thought that up to a third of the Martian surface was been covered by primordial liquid oceans. Despite the long history of water on Mars, Curiosity’s new finding is still significant because it suggests that the planet’s topsoil is laced with high quantities of water too.

“Mars has kind of a global layer, a layer of surface soil that has been mixed and distributed by frequent dust storms,” says Laurie Leshin, lead author of the study and Dean of Science at the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in New York. “So a scoop of this stuff is basically a microscopic Mars rock collection. If you mix many grains of it together, you probably have an accurate picture of typical Martian crust. By learning about it in any one place, you’re learning about the entire planet.” It is possible that the single scoop of Martian soil that Curiosity analysed is actually representative of the whole Martian surface. Yet just because water exists on the surface, this doesn’t automatically mean that Mars is habitable for microscopic organisms. Searching for life is more complicated than that. In that pivotal scoop of soil, Curiosity also found reactive chemicals known as perchlorates. These are salts derived from perchloric acid. They were first detected by NASA’s Phoenix lander in 2008 in the planet’s north pole, but not until now have researchers realised how widespread they are. Calcium perchlorate seems to exist in Martian soils at concentrations of between 0.5 to 1 percent. Since calcium perchlorate is toxic to humans, this could be perilous to future manned missions to Mars. But calcium perchlorate’s existence has dual implications. On Earth, microbes use perchlorates as an energy source. So their existence might also increase the chance that microbial life exists on Mars—that is, if Martian microbes metabolise it in a similar way. It also might mean we have to change the way we look for life. Usually we search for certain chemicals through observing the gases released when a sample is heated, but heat can cause perchlorates in soil samples to set off chemical reactions that break down organic compounds. In the process of searching for organics, we might be destroying them; which could explain why we’ve had a tough time finding them so far. This new evidence of water in the sands of Mars is a vital step in piecing together its biological and geological history. Slowly, we’re getting closer to uncovering the Red Planet’s potential living past.

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The Perks Of Words by Holly Richter A

response to the film adaptation of Stephen Chbosky’s book and an excuse for one last autobiographical rant before the year is up and life changes, again. When I was a teenager I didn’t exactly have many of those high school, coming of age, clichéd but wonderful experiences that we see in films. The particular feel good movie that springs to mind is Steven Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower; a story that is as popular as it is controversial and that I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed. My first response to this film was perhaps a little different to yours; envy. Watching Charlie and Sam kiss on a highway as he narrates the final chapter of his beautiful revelation, I felt both enlightened and overwhelmed. It reminded me of the joy of introspection and the tranquility in hindsight that we are just occasionally afforded, if lucky enough to be in a better place now than we were ‘back then.’ I did not, as Charlie did, meet a brilliant group of likeminded people with whom I could both learn and teach as I navigated the perils of puberty. Most lunchtimes I sat in the library whilst the rest of my peers found new ways to hide from me; new places to hang out that I wouldn’t know. Instead I read books on fashion, art and design. Some days I was lucky enough to join the girls in their circle, only to have sticks thrown at my back or my wallet chucked into the bushes. The only time it ever really got to me was in class. At lunchtime I had my armor, my haven. But in class I was supposed to be an equal. Still, the taunts came. When that happened, my only option was to calmly walk to the bathrooms and sit in silence until my heart stopped beating so furiously.

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I write this not to evoke sympathy or to make some grand gesture about how bullying, high school and adolescence is a real shit. I write this because I wish to contest the fact that high school is the sole time for those special journeys, for first kisses and staying up all night passing secret notes between sweaty hands. I would argue that my life, right now, is equally as thrilling, special and butterflies-in-the-tummy exciting as it was for most of you

Being. at fifteen. And not just because I didn’t have any of those experiences until I was older; a sixteen year old with a new school and a new start. But because road trips and night time giggling doesn’t end when you turn twenty. No longer being a teenager is not the kiss of redundancy that is so often prophesied. I still drive late at night and my friends stick their heads out the windows, yelling and singing along to the radio. I get hugs and they ruffle my hair, we punch each other on the shoulder whilst we watch our favourite band. We sit with a cup of tea and we talk about all the classically intelligent and surprisingly banal things there are to talk about. Every time I’m with them I am reminded that I’m okay. The girl I was at twelve, at fourteen and even after that is gone - and whilst I don’t wish to ever be her again, I do love her. She managed to retain some semblance of self, despite the whole world protesting against every fibre of her being. She didn’t give up - even though some days it was all she could do to drag herself out of bed and go to school. She kept reading, singing and even writing a little. She finally told the truth about what was happening to her and she managed to make a fresh claim to normalcy. I am lucky, far more fortunate than the great majority of the people on this earth. Some people suffer at the hands of their environment a far worse fate than you or I could even imagine. Still, pain is relative. Experience is relative. And my journey to this day, typing this, is no less significant than anyone else’s. The difference is how we determine our future and whilst I’m so nervous about it that it sometimes keeps me awake at night, I’m not as afraid as I used to be. Resilience is a blessing; empathy is a necessity and an open mind is a gift. Happy holidays and good luck in 2014.

The Spirit of Spinifex Country at the Flinders University Spinifex City Gallery Words by Joanna Kitto

Shirley Macnamara, Fascinator, 2013, spinifex, emu feather, waxed thread, synthetic polymer fixative, 17 x 25 x 18cm (irregular), © courtesy the artist. Photography: Madeline Reece, Flinders University Art Museum.

he spinifex plant is the centerpiece of a dynamic exhibition held across two venues – the Flinders University City Gallery and the South Australian Museum. This tough, spiny-leaved grass dominates the deserts of inland Australia. It is of enduring significance to the Aboriginal people who inhabit these arid landscapes and is celebrated for its versatility. Spinifex is used as a source of resin and the grasses are woven to make shelters, baskets, and bowls. It is used for fishing and trapping and as fuel for fires, and it is ingested for medicinal purposes. As Spinifex Country demonstrates, the plant is also a key material and inspiration for many Indigenous and non-Indigenous artists across Australia. Curated by PhD candidate Heidi Pitman and Flinders University Art Museum Director Fiona Salmon, Spinifex Country displays the vitality of spinifex through an array of archival photographs, museum objects, and contemporary works. Images of people working with spinifex are presented through the ethnographic lens of photography, whilst the plant and landscapes are explored through the display of historical objects and works of the artists. Time and space have been collapsed, with art and anthropology brought into dialogue. Large acrylic paintings by Roy Underwood and Ngupulya Pumani delve into the Dreaming Lore of the Spinifex lands, with striking explorations of ceremony and country. The downpour on the rocky Antara landscape is vividly realized by Punami’s Maku Inmaku Pakani (2012) and the powerful water snakes that guard the permanent water supply at Miramirajara (2012) are depicted through dense symmetrical shapes by Underwood. For Elizabeth Nyumi, spinifex is an important subject matter. In portraying Parwala, south of Balgo in the Great Sandy Desert, Nyumi tells of the spinifex plant seedling so thick after the wet season rains it obscures the ground and other plants below. A sense of playfulness and movement is brought to Spinifex Country by the ever-dynamic Tjanpi Desert Weavers (tjanpi meaning ‘grass’). Mary Katatjuku Pan’s sculptural Tjulpu (bird of flight) (2013) soars overhead and

Tuppy Goodwin’s Malu (kangaroo) (2013) almost bounds across the wall towards Polly Jackson’s proud Karlaya (emu) (2013) and Maime Butler’s rotund Nganurti (bush turkey) (2013). Among the new works commissioned for the exhibition are a series of woven headdresses by Indilndji/Alyawarre weaver Shirley Macnamara and assemblage works by local artist Sandy Elverd. Macnamara pays tribute to the traditional practices in Indigenous communities with her exquisite fascinators made of spinifex and featuring amethyst crystal chips, emu feathers, and kangaroo bones. In Spinifex blanket (2012-2013), Elverd transforms a deep red textile into a vivid landscape by sewing cotton and silk in spiraled patterns reminiscent of the spinifex plant as seen from above. Other works in the show include a vibrant array of paintings transcribed to serigraph prints, also known as screen prints, by Pitjantatjara artists Jimmy Baker, Maringka Baker, Angkaliya Curtis, Beryl Jimmy, David Miller, Lance Peck, Bernard Tjalkuri, Wingu Tingima, Nyankulya Watson Walyampari, and Ginger Wikilyiri. Salmon explains that the exhibition “reflects the place of spinifex in the lives of Aboriginal people past and present, while suggesting ways in which this ubiquitous and uniquely Australian plant has captured the imagination of non-Indigenous people who have encountered it firsthand.” The conversation between the Museum and the Gallery affords Spinifex Country a valuable multidimensionality. The viewer is presented with the heat, colour, and richness of Australia’s desert country as well as its inhabitants’ skill, creativity and astute knowledge of the land. The result is a comprehensive look at this vital desert resident – seen through both a contemporary and a historical lens – that captures the spirit of the spinifex plant. Spinifex Country is presented in two parts on North Terrace: the Flinders University City Gallery in the State Library of South Australia and the Aboriginal Cultures Gallery in the South Australian Museum from October 5 until December 8 2013.

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Spotlight: In the Dark of the Night Children from Central Europe get more than just coal for Christmas should they misbehave. In Bavaria, Switzerland, and the former lands of the Habsburg Empire, everyone’s favourite holiday Saint was accompanied by his counterpart, Krampus. This antithesis to Father Christmas was a demon of Germanic-pagan origins, and very much a part of the annual celebrations for children, who were told to behave for fear of being stuffed in a sack and dragged down to hell. People outside the culture may question the appropriateness of Krampus, though he isn’t alone in the fear he brings with him. Being scared is an essential part of being a kid, whether it was from cautionary tales, self-made bogeymen, or urban legends. The modern incarnation of Halloween is a testament to this fact. The holiday is built entirely on things that cater to kids and the inner-child in adults — sweet foods, colourful costumes, and “spookiness.” Children even have words that almost define fear through their eyes. For adults, things are “horrifying;” for kids, they’re simply “scary” or “spooky,” two words that often aren’t used outside of that context. It’s no surprise, then, that some modern “family” films also provide the same counter-balance as Krapmus or Grimm’s Fairytales. These films are often seen to be of questionable appropriateness by critics who fail to understand the natural love-hate relationship between children and fear. They are also films which challenge modern sensibilities towards sheltering kids from everything to the unsupervised outdoors and first place ribbons. In keeping with the Christmas theme, Gremlins (1984) is a relevant example of the dark side of children’s storytelling. The film is very much in line with the “folk” nature of classic fairy tales: a young adult, who as a result of disobeying an elder’s instructions, lets loose a horde of mythical creatures from Pandora’s Box. It’s a familiar tale of growing up, and with that, having to take on the responsibilities that are a natural result. However, before it reaches its conclusion, the audience is witness to the antics of scaly little monsters spawned from slime, inhabiting the entire spectrum of chaotic behaviour. Duality as a story-telling technique is as common here as in many other tales

and films, since Gizmo retains his good nature through responsibility and discipline, whereas his brothers are the opposite side of the coin. The Witches (1990) is a step up from Gremlins. Although its monsters are equally as disgusting and disfigured as those in Gremlins, The Witches manages to include an element of conspiracy and slight paranoia. The protagonist combats a foe that could almost exist entirely in his imagination. None of the adults are aware of the danger that their children are in, neither do they know of the cabal that lurks amongst them out in the open. It’s a well-loved and frequently used cliché of the fantastical nature of things through the eyes of children. Gmork and Mr. Dark (The Neverending Story (1984) and Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983), respectively) are two other examples of the harmony that children’s cinema has with continental folklore. Gmork is a creature of the shadows and inhabits neither Fantasia nor the real world. He is a throwback to the Norse Fenrir and follows the orders of unseen, otherworldly beings who take joy in watching the death of human imagination and belief. Likewise, Something Wicked is a Faustian tale, whose antagonist, Mr. Dark, aims to reap the souls of a township with only two local boys able to stop him. Both are familiar tales of bravery and the ability to overcome adversity. Much like The Witches, the adults are oblivious to or incapable of dealing with the threat, instead standing on the shoulders of the child protagonists. Experiencing, dealing with, and overcoming fear are as inherent to childhood as curiosity and the urge to explore. However, and most importantly, the fear of the fantastical fades as one grows into adulthood. Movies that have this quality are a valuable commodity, and while their impact lasts, children are able to tread into the darker bounds of their imagination and experience all the thrills and excitement that come with being scared.

Words by Dorian Bašić

Film Reviews I

n Gravity, Sandra Bullock and George Clooney star in this sci-fi thriller about three astronauts on a seemingly routine mission in space. However, disaster soon strikes, leaving Dr Ryan Stone (Bullock) and Matt Kowalski (Clooney) alone amidst the destruction of their shuttle. The visuals in this film are nothing short of breathtaking. Director Alfonso Cuaron perfectly captures both the beauty and isolation of space through Emmanuel Lubezki’s cinematography. Lubezki brings the settings to life in a way that leaves you utterly speechless. The slow paced movement of the camera seems to flow along with the objects in space, creating a vast level of intimacy between the audience and the characters on screen. Many shots in the film are reminiscent of Kubrick’s 2001: A Space Odyssey with an almost documentary like feel, as though the camera is actually roaming through space. Everything shown on screen looks real, which draws the audience into the terrain of space. The 3D effect is used perfectly, taking all elements of the film to a deeper level. I would highly recommend seeing the film in 3D, as it is a true spectacle.

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The cinematography would not be as effective as it was however, if it weren’t for Steven Price’s score. The music is precisely executed at all stages of the film and perfectly accompanies the beautiful imagery on screen. It brings these images to life, in a big way. The score greatly heightens the suspense and creates a mystical vibe when the audience is viewing footage of essentially unknown territory. Since there is basically no sound in space, the music takes on a life of its own. During the darker moments of the film, it becomes harsh and daunting, adding depth to the events on screen.

Alfonso Cuaron’s directing in this film deserves praise, for the way he is able to create such levels of suspense and action with a small cast and limited settings at his disposal. I was on the edge of my seat throughout the film, for one reason or another. Be it in complete awe of the visual imagery, or being taken away by the action packed sequences. It is truly a credit to Cuaron for being able to bring out this level of emotion in his audience. This certainly demonstrates Cuaron’s directorial skills, which are masterfully executed in this film. Sandra Bullock and George Clooney are well cast in their respective roles. George Clooney was perfect as Matt Kowalski - the witty, charming, and handsome figure, similar to the man himself. Bullock brilliantly played the character of Stone - a reserved woman who is completely unsure of herself and lost in the real world. Having said this, there were a couple of things that could have been changed. Certain scenes would have benefited from extended use of Price’s score. The intended humour in the film could have been executed better. However, these are very minor complaints that in no way take any enjoyment from the experience. Gravity is one of those rare films that completely draws you into its world, and immerses you in the story. I was absolutely blown away by this film and it is definitely the best picture I have seen this year. It is refreshing and will be remembered in many years to come as a true achievement of visual storytelling. Rating: 8.5/10. Words by George Mountzouris

he Canadian documentary film Stories We Tell premiered at the Venice International Film Festival in 2012. After winning various film festival awards, it is now out on limited release in Australia. If you have an opportunity to see this film, you must.

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Sarah Polley’s feature-length debut as a director sees her breaking down the barriers between the person behind the camera and the person in front. Sarah interviews her dad, siblings, and family friends in order to paint a picture of her family’s unique situation. At first the film seems to be telling the story of Sarah’s late mother Diane, an exuberant actress who died too soon. When it is revealed that Diane had an affair, the subject surprisingly becomes Sarah herself as she begins exploring life-long questions about her paternity. Her story is predominantly told by her two fathers; the one who raised her, and her biological father whom she accidentally met as an adult. Cast actors are used in faux home movies of Diane. Although these were filmed convincingly, the audience’s disappointment was clear when it was revealed they are all staged. As a film about family and the nature of story telling, Stories We Tell is compelling to the end. At one point in the documentary, Sarah’s charismatic older brother asks Sarah, who is behind the camera, what she thinks the movie is about. Whilst she explains that what she’s trying to achieve is an exploration of the nature of story telling, it becomes clear to the viewer that at its core, the movie is about and made for the director herself, her mother Diane, and her family. This personal insight into one family’s situation is what makes the film special. As a viewer, it feels at many times like you’ve been invited into their living room to chat to them all over coffee. All viewers will relate in some way to this exploration of identity. Words by Annie Robinson

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Meet Animal Shadows Animal Shadows is the solo act of Adelaide’s Tom Gaffney, performing at local venues such as The Ed, The Metro, and The Exeter. With ambient tunes and dulcet vocals, Animal Shadows has created a killer self-titled sampler featuring tracks “Stay Sane, Stay Sane,” “Veins,” and “Cedric.” Jess Nicole managed to track Tom down for a chat in between attending uni and going to his friend’s gig: What has been your favourite gig and why? The Metro back in July – I put two of my free drink cards in ten of my CDs and put them up the front of the stage. When I announced they had drink cards in them they all got snatched up within a minute. I also played with some really talented bands called Gypsy by Night and Beach Swim. Tell me about your recent track “Spring” and what it means for you. When I was writing it, “Spring” went from a really sad song into a happy one (but the lyrics are still sort of sad). It’s all about trying to disappear, in the hope that people will forget about you really easily so you don’t make anyone sad. It’s got this real nice sunny tone to it, though. What’s more important: the music or the lyrics? If the lyrics are made before the music it means so much more. Still, lyrics should always be important and I am a huge advocate of words in songs that take a little bit of time for listeners to form their own opinion on what they mean. What is the best advice you’ve received in life? I read somewhere that James Blake used to throw up before he went on stage, so that makes me feel a bit more comfortable when I get nervous. Also, before I started playing music, someone told me how fulfilling it is to even do something a little creative at least once a week, even if it’s drawing something in a book, or writing a page of a story. I took the music route. How do you feel when you perform on stage? I feel very excited, but the most nerve-wracking part is when I’m all ready to start and it’s all up to me to walk up there and start playing. It’s a blur the whole time during my set, so I can say some pretty silly things in my banter. If you were asked to open for the (recently cancelled) Ke$ha/Pitbull Adelaide show, would you accept? That would be so amazing! You should listen to Animal Shadows if you like… Artists like Massive Attack, Flume, Youth Lagoon, Sigur Ròs, and Washed Out, or if you just want some music to study to. You can catch Tom at local gigs being a kickass musician, or with the rest of us around uni, attending classes and eating lunch.

Interview by Jess Nicole

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Music Reviews

The Creases, Northeast Party House, and The Jungle Giants – The Gov, 19 October 2013

his show had it all: exceptional music, cookies thrown into the audience, flowers, and an attempt to set up a hook-up for the techie. Indie-pop band The Jungle Giants delivered their album Learn to Exist to an all ages audience – mainly comprising of 14-year-olds decked out in Supre clothes – at The Gov. Supported by The Creases and Northeast Party House, the all Australian line-up provided a night of unique and upbeat entertainment. The Creases’ performance of alternative-rock music lacked coherence; the obviously talented musicians appeared to have their own separate agendas. Not only was their set messy, but the band members consumed alcohol onstage, with the lead appearing significantly intoxicated, in front of a mostly underage audience. Thankfully there was redemption when six piece band Northeast Party House filled the stage. Their somewhat repetitive, but electric set was infused with strong base lines and keyboard riffs to which you couldn’t help but dance. Northeast Party House created a surreal intensity and memorable experience for their audience – with dimmed lights, as modestly requested by the lead singer, Jack Bourke, so he couldn’t be seen dancing. The Jungle Giants, however, stole the show as the sound of jangly guitar riffs, infectious beats, and impeccable vocals filled the intimate venue. From the slow and heartfelt ballad “Devil’s in the Detail” to the up-beat “Mr Polite” the band had the entire audience mesmerized; the fourteen year old hipster in everyone came out to play. Loaded with charisma and throwing everything into their performance (including themselves, into the audience), The Jungle Giants cemented their worth as a headliner act and proved that they have a bright future ahead.

Words by Amber Hall

Adalita – All Day Venus

ll Day Venus is the second solo album from Magic Dirt frontwoman Adalita. As to be expected from Adalita, it is a dark and guitar heavy record. This album is filled with killer tracks, in particular “Blue Sky” and “My Ego.” While a few songs do sound quite similar, overall it is an album that keeps your attention start to finish. “Love of My Life” is a heartbreaking song that demonstrations Adalita’s lyrical maturity. The track explores the ending of a serious romantic relationship. Adalita has masterfully taken a universal theme and wielded it in a way that can be personal to many listeners, the mark of a strong songwriter. Adalita’s guitar tone on this album fits perfectly with both the lyrical content and her vocal quality. Adalita’s vocals shift between smoky, sultry, and rocking, and they have a strength that is created through the conviction and connection she has to what she is singing. This quality is at the heart of what makes the songs on All Day Venus powerful. The structure and movement of songs such as “Too Far Gone” and “Homesick” shows the influence Australian guitarist Rowland S. Howard has had on Adalita. All Day Venus ends oddly with “Rolled in Gold,” which is a mellow song centred on the organ. While this song is intriguing, especially with the psychedelic violin solo towards the end, it does not mesh well with the other songs on the album. Perhaps this is a hint at a new direction for Adalita in the future. This album is moody and grungy, and it demonstrations the maturity of Adalita’s song writing. All Day Venus is a rock album with strong musicianship and relatable lyrics.

Words by Elizabeth Daw

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$10 Student Eats

Words by Lauris Buckley and Robbie Peschel

t’s Monday, you have an hour lunch break and think “Oh, I might head to the refectory and grab something to eat.” You hand over $10 and receive a plate of mush that somewhat resembles what you ordered. We’ve all been there, wishing the line at Subway wasn’t so long, praying your lukewarm chicken parmi isn’t as rubbery as last time. Why not keep that $10, skip class and try some of these places around Adelaide instead! And it won’t cost you much more. Chinatown Café – 38 Moonta Street, Adelaide 5000 No one is a stranger to Chinatown. Why go anywhere else for Asian food? Next time you’re in the city, head to Chinatown Café for a quick meal that is cheap, delicious and not from a bain-marie. The Hainanese chicken comes with rice and you can choose either breast or leg meat. It’s worth getting a side of Asian greens too; cooked so they’re crispy – they add texture to the dish. The rice can be a bit bland and is sometimes a little overcooked, but ask for a serve of the laksa broth to pour over. If you’re feeling up for something a bit spicier and packed with flavour, try the mee-goreng. This has eggs, fried prawn, chicken and beef with plenty of spice! The noodles are served fresh and steaming. There is enough to fill you up. If you can’t eat it all, you can pay 50c more to take it away to finish on those long SWOTVAC nights. Grace The Establishment - 127 The Parade, Norwood SA 5067 Grace The Establishment has been a trendy hang out for many locals since opening in 2011. At night it has a great ambience about it, with dim lighting throughout, and some funky beats playing; which sees it get very busy during the warmer weather. There is a great beer garden that feels more like someone’s backyard and is gorgeous in summertime. One would presume the place to be expensive, but they have a variety of ‘nights.’ Sangria night on Saturdays is notoriously popular! On Wednesdays they do American-style Coca-Cola BBQ ribs with coleslaw for $10.We went on three different occasions and found them to be inconsistent in terms of

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portions; one week being generous and the next, not so much. However, the meat falls off the bone tenderly and the left over sauce is a tasty accompaniment to the coleslaw. One time we were presented with a bowl of warm sparkling water to wash our fingers in, the next time we weren’t. Still, for $10 you can’t be too picky. Grace The Establishment has a great selection of premium beers and ciders on tap; worth a look for that alone. Charlies Club Sandwich – Westfield Shopping Centre, Marion 5043 If you no longer live with your parents, one of the biggest things you’ll miss, apart from someone doing your washing for you, is home cooked meals. Busy students can go weeks without seeing a single vegetable. When your body is craving some carrots and peas, the best place to go for around $10 is Charlies Club Sandwich at Marion. Apart from selling (delicious) sandwiches, they offer three different sizes of roast dinner plates! You can choose between several types of meats, all sliced right in front of you. If you get one of the larger plates, you can have more than one type. And the best bit? The pork comes with crackling. The range of vegetables changes daily, so if your favourite isn’t there, it’s just an excuse to go back another day. Head there early so as not to miss out. Conclusion There are plenty of places around that do exceptionally good value meals. We heard a rumour about $10 buffalo wings at Gilbert St Hotel and, after the Oriental (in Norwood) has finished refurbishing, we’re hoping they bring back the $5 parmi Wednesdays. The Duke of York also has a selection of pizzas under $10 which are worth a look, especially in summertime.

*We apologise if reading this article has made that semiwarm, slightly soggy pie even less appealing.

Dance Review: In Absence Of Words by Sarah Gates

o you’re a poor uni student: you have no money, but an avid interest in performance art and culture. The Adelaide Festival Centre’s inSPACE program is a worthy candidate for your time and attention. This program allows an artist or group to develop a contemporary and experimental theatre, dance, or hybrid performance. Approximately ten projects are selected each year, with applications now open for inclusion in the 2014 program. They are given access to the Adelaide Festival Centre venues and services for one to four weeks, as well as marketing support for an audience viewing, in which artists may receive feedback on their works-inprogress. On October 18, inSPACE presented In Absence Of, a movement based work which explores the relationships within a family – a father, son, daughter, and her boyfriend. There is an underlying sense of sadness and hopelessness in the piece. At the conclusion of the session, creative director Tobiah Booth-Remmers explained that the plot revolves around the loss of the daughter and girlfriend as she moves away from home, leaving behind the men close to her; although the story was also consistent with a falling out, illness, and many other explanations contrived by the audience. However, a significant purpose of this performance was to receive feedback from the audience, so the creators could clarify this sequence of events. To their credit, almost every audience member recognised the distinct familial and romantic relationships of the characters. The tone of the piece was definitive, thanks to a fluent combination of music, by sound artist Callan Fleming, and choreography. Some of the movements, such as the dancers falling flat on their stomachs, were repetitive and overdone. But it was mostly impressive and emotive, with a few lifts and synchronised actions causing

a perceivable audience reaction – in the form of gasps, sighs, and smiles. The acting of one dancer, playing the boyfriend, was flat and lacked reactions to the other characters. This was only noticeable, however, because of the captivating expressions and involvement of the other three dancers, who smiled, laughed, frowned, appeared on the verge of tears, and even spoke inaudibly. With a bit of well-placed dialogue, the piece would be an immerse theatre/dance hybrid performance, due to its effective use of plot and the talent of the performers. The inSPACE audience only saw four scenes: the introduction of characters and relationships, two alternate endings, and a dramatic climax of emotions and conflicts. Despite the lack of polish and incompleteness of the performance, this work was a joy to watch. With the feedback of audience members and Festival Centre rehearsal director/mentor, Carol Wellman Kelly, the piece promises to be a fascinating and emotional journey. It was a privilege to watch its development at work – and all for just $2! There are three remaining inSPACE performances for 2013: Chance, The Awkward Man, and The Milgram Project. Chance is a dance/media mash up about four people lost in a forest, showing November 15. The Awkward Man is a theatre works that will use a purpose built venue, to be placed outdoors, all utilised to expose an invisible life; experimenting for the first time on December 6. The Milgram Project is, as its name suggests, a theatre piece about the psychological experiments of Stanley Milgram about the links between authority and obedience; to be performed on December 19. For an interesting night out, inSPACE is certainly a great experience and a worthy exchange of ideas.

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books The Iliad by Homer, translated by Barry Powell

e are one of the first educated generations to read Homer without any knowledge of ancient Greek since the introduction of the trivium in the fifth century CE. A few repeated phrases, like epi oinopa ponton – across the wine-dark sea – might have made their way into our lexicon. But, for the most part, reading Homer in the Greek is an experience now confined to eccentrics and PhD students. The publishing community seems to have taken it upon itself to rectify this change by publishing new translations of the Iliad and Odyssey every other year. Oxford University Press put out a new Iliad just two years ago and now it is publishing renowned Homeric scholar Barry Powell’s blank verse version. The extraordinary fecundity of classical translation over the past century might seem like overkill, but it has some big advantages. By reading two or more versions of Homer and comparing the various approaches of the translators – their omissions, emphases, and departures – we can get perhaps as close to the original text as anyone without Greek. I first read the Iliad in E.V. Rieu’s prose translation, which is great for telling the story and fashioning the dialogue in a gripping, clear way, but not so great for giving the reader a sense of the deep, strange poetry of the Greek. Because the story can never change, most translations are usually rated according to where they fall on this notional “readability/fidelity” scale. Barry Powell’s translation finds a nice resting point on the scale. Here are the opening lines: The rage, sing, O goddess, of Achilles, the son of Peleus, the destructive anger that brought ten-thousand pains to the Achaeans and sent many brave souls of fighting men to the house of Hades and made their bodies a feast for dogs and all kinds of birds. For such was the will of Zeus.

It has that formality and strangeness of diction which we instinctively identify with epic poetry. Still, there are a few awkward moments where Powell (an American) unadvisedly imposes colloquialisms on the text, as in the first book where Agamemnon tells a man “don’t rub me the wrong way, if you hope to survive!”, when Zeus

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calls Hera a “bitch,” or in the following scene where Zeus sends an omen to the soldiers: ...The eagle held a fawn in its talons, the offspring of a swift deer. It dropped the fawn—kerplop!—beside the most beautiful altar of Zeus...

Overall, however, Powell’s text maintains the poem’s epic mood. It is particularly good on the stock phrases – known as epithets – which accompany certain characters and gods: “Achilles the fast runner,” “flashing-eyed Athena,” etcetera. Some translations omit these phrases, but they are an important reminder of the text’s oral heritage and contribute significantly to the mood. Powell also does an excellent job of translating the pastoral imagery which is used to relieve the poem’s otherwise relentless brutality. Take this passage: As when on a resounding beach the swelling of the sea rises, wave after wave, driven by West Wind—at first the sea forms a crest out on the deep, then breaking on the land it makes a huge sound like thunder as around the headlands, swollen, it rears its head and spits out a foam of brine—just so the battalions of Danaäns moved forward, wave after wave, ceaselessly, to the war.

Along with the text, Powell has provided an excellent introduction which outlines the current state of Homeric scholarship – notably, arguing that the Greek language was created in order to write down Homer – and explains of the methods by which oral poetry is thought to have been constructed. The text is accompanied by images of various scenes as represented in Roman mosaics and shards of Greek pottery, which keep the mood appropriately ancient. Powell is perhaps not as lucid and natural as Fitzgerald or as faithful as Lattimore, but his is nevertheless a good, clear, and fair translation. The Iliad is the greatest story of war ever set to paper and I urge anyone who has any interest in literature whatsoever to plunge into the depths of this poem and experience its beauty, its strangeness, and its horror. Words by Simon Collinson

poem Secrets Under The Fireplace Words by Jess Nicole

During the haze of winter Through frosted glass the moon can see You lifting me up on top of your shoulders While I trace the ceiling with my fingertips. Laughing like children sharing secrets; We write novels together and speak with our eyes. In daisy-patterned underwear, I reach for your quivering hands. When our lips stop moving I can hear the sound of spiders building their homes. Nobody sees you like I do, the halo flickering above your head And the stutter in your speech. I always told myself not to cry Because babies cry when they need their mother. Singing me to sleep, you croon stories of lost warriors and their horses While my sweater hangs from my body As it will hang from a tree two years from now. Unburden my soul but bury my heart.

White Horse:

Words by Liana Kim Skrzypczak

pidery tendrils of rain split open the sky to splatter like frantic morse code upon the hot tin roof. A ray of sun fans through a skylight atop a four-storey building, below which a child stands frozen. Her hands grip the barrier, chewed fingernails digging into the metal railing. She stares, wide-eyed, at the growing chaos in the marketplace below where shrieks and screams erupt. She turns and flees, warm water from her sodden socks dribbling from the lace holes in her boots as though the very leather is weeping. Ten minutes earlier The pavement, slick as skin covered in sweat, rippled back her muddy reflection as she stooped to pick up another plastic bottle and place it in her trolley. The incessant rain made a cold compress of her clothing and she began to shiver. As she passed the marketplace, she slipped inside, seeking shelter from the rain. Immediately, the salty smell of roasted melon seeds and welcoming sizzle of fat dripping from rare meats made her stop and take three deep breaths. Amidst the hustle and bustle of shoppers, something caught her eye. A cloaked man attempted to climb a narrow staircase to the abandoned floor above, his frail arms clutching the railing as though his life depended on it. His legs were weak and a rasping cough wracked his body with each step. She looked around. Angry shoppers passed him by, their glances drifting over him as though he weren’t there. None offered him help. She stumbled forward, feet dragged on a leash of pity and compassion until she was standing beside him. “Can I help you, Sir?” He looked up, startled. His face bore the signs of age, though he’d lived only forty years, and his wrinkled skin sagged from the weight of the secrets they held. Grey hair flecked with traces of black framed his face, clinging where his sweat was condensing. “Leave me be,” he grunted, continuing his climb. She should’ve turned back then, but she couldn’t bear to watch his struggle. Instead, she wrapped an arm around his body and helped him to make the steep ascent. At first he tensed, his muscles rejecting her sudden presence. Then, reluctantly, he relaxed and accepted her assistance. Together they climbed, past the first storey, then the second, then the third. By the fourth, she was beginning to wheeze herself and was glad when they stopped. “Thank you, my dear. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your kindness. You have helped me more than you could know.” His voice was a soothing baritone and a small sad smile beckoned at the corners of his mouth. “Will you do one last thing for me?” She nodded slowly, compelled by his steady brown gaze. “Take this to my mother-in-law.” From beneath his cloak he pulled out a beautiful gold pocket watch and placed it in her palm. “She lives in the Black Market District in a green and red

Prologue cottage with a bird-shaped knocker. If you can’t find it, ask for the Phoenix Healer and they’ll take you to her. My name is Kayl Haru. Tell her it’s from me. She’ll know what it is. She’ll know what to do with it.” She nodded again, muttering his instructions back to him to make sure she’d remembered correctly. His gentle eyes twinkled, but his hands squeezed hers with a sense of urgency. “Thank you. The world needs more people like you,” he stuttered. “Now, you must go. You must leave.” “But—” “LEAVE!” His voice cut the air, freezing her insides. Frightened, she turned and ran, but halfway down the stairs, dread replaced her fear. Something wasn’t right. Something didn’t add up. She stopped and turned back, taking two steps at a time. Her breath echoed off the stairs and her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She shouldn’t have turned back. “Noooooooo!” she screamed. She reached the top just in time to see him jump. His body slipped over the balcony and his cloak flapped weakly behind him, like the wings of a baby bird falling from its nest. Unable to stave off the impact, his bones crunched upon the bitumen. She stood frozen to the spot where he’d thanked her, hands clenched around the golden pocket watch. She turned and ran. *** The fluid voice of the reporter drowns out the chaos of sirens and pulsating lights as the body bag is lifted into the ambulance. “In breaking news, a renowned watchmaker fell to his death in the O Band Markets this afternoon. Only two days ago, the man, known as Kayl Haru, claimed he’d learnt how to turn back time, leading Establishment officials to believe that his mental condition was unstable and that his death was a suicide. Others continue to suspect foul play...”

Liana Kim Skrzypczak is an aspiring writer and prospective Honours student at Flinders University. Her work is influenced by the effects of development on the environment and the growing influence of The East on Western discourse. This is the prologue to her novel White Horse, which was recently shortlisted for the 2013 Impress Prize, an international prize for new writers. You can read more of Liana’s work at withluck.wordpress.com.

Game Reviews Whoever decided that retro video games were cool obviously didn’t inform my eighth grade girlfriend. There doesn’t seem to be a day when I’m not reading about the latest 2D, pixelated, indie title hitting PC, consoles or handheld devices. Unfortunately, while developers cash in on the retro craze, games that actually replicate the gameplay of retro titles rather than their visual style often fly under the radar. Hammerwatch is no exception. Those who suffered panic attacks every time they heard a synthetic voice warn, “Warrior is about to die!” will be happy (or terrified) to hear that Hammerwatch is a game inspired heavily by the Atari classic Gauntlet. Hammerwatch takes the dungeon-crawling gameplay of Gauntlet and gives it a makeover, reminiscent of Super Nintendo RPGs. Together with this, it adds puzzles, unique class abilities and the ability to upgrade equipment and skills. The game can be completed via single player or cooperatively, either locally (using USB controllers) or online. The difficulty of the game is steep, however Hammerwatch allows you to enable modifiers (such as infinite lives or regenerative health) to cut you some slack. Alternatively, for those that find the game too easy, there are modifiers to make the game harder too. Throw in a handy level editor and Hammerwatch is a solid, polished game that retains the gameplay of the Atari classic while

offering sensible improvements to the experience. But that’s the problem: Hammerwatch is too sensible and tries too hard to be an improved Gauntlet rather than a game that can be appreciated on its own merits. Sure, the puzzles are a neat addition and the ability to gain and upgrade equipment and skills are a smart choice. However, Hammerwatch tries nothing new with the formula by modern standards, making the experience forgettable. While a solid game, it is too easy to lose Hammerwatch amongst the sea of retro-themed indie games; despite the fact it is one of the few to actually complement the visual style with similarly retro gameplay. Fans of the classic game will find themselves at home with Hammerwatch and will inevitably have a blast fighting through goblins, skeletons, ghosts and more, in true dungeon-crawl style. The $10 price tag incredibly reasonable. However, Hammerwatch has little to offer to uninitiated gamers that they cannot receive in other titles. For those unfamiliar with the Atari classic, consider giving Realm of the Mad God a whirl instead; a free title available via Steam, discussed in further detail of this issue’s article, Holiday Tips for the Tight-ass Gamer. Words by Adam Rau

If you like leaving your games with a sense of accomplishment and other warm, happy feelings, then Spec Ops: The Line is not for you. Don’t let the classic shooter mechanics fool you, this is not a “classic” game. I am conflicted here, because I want to tell you to go into this game not knowing what to expect, to let the game have the effect intended, but that would compromise this review. If you are seriously considering playing, play it now then come back and then read this. Spec Ops is based in a sand storm ruined Dubai, with people stranded and dying of thirst. You are sent in to investigate a signal coming out from Dubai. The game opens with you and your team walking over a sand dune to walk towards the ruined city. It starts off with humour, nice visuals and an interesting situation. I was ready to have a similar experience to that of the Battlefield 3 campaign — a war setting with light hearted humour. This game most certainly lets you believe that. There are subtle hints to an underlying plot, but you stumble blindly into the situation believing you are doing good. This game draws you in deeper. You keep trying to help; however, you are good people in a very bad situation. One of the focuses of this game is the player controlled character, Walker and the decaying mental states of his crew. The composition of the game consists of the usual achievement, instant reward based shooter, but with a harrowing commentary on the consequences of war. While this formula doesn’t totally reinvent to wheel, it does challenge the norm of the first person shooter genre. The player gets lost in the fun of shooting the

enemy and earning achievements, to then be faced with the consequences of their actions. Walker and his team’s actions are based on the assumption that they are doing good. Unlike most shooters, in which you kill some bad guys and move on, Spec Ops: The Line shows the toll it can take. It’s most certainly not for everyone. It doesn’t pat you on the back and tell you what a good job you did. Despite this, I would have to say this game has been one of my favourites. It isn’t “enjoyable,” but it’s unique. It showed me the consequences of violence, the likes of which I have not encountered before in a gaming medium. I had little control over Walker’s actions and yet, I had an emotional reaction to the situation I was put in. There is a lot of decision making in Spec Ops: The Line but ultimately, it boils down to which choice is less wrong. The choices you add some burden to your character and his team. The further you delve into the game, the more you try to fix the situation and try to make it less terrible. Overall, I feel this game’s game-play and control are what you would expect from a typical shooter. However the narrative extends far beyond others in the genre. While I wouldn’t describe the experience as “fun,” I was pulled into the world. I kept playing, trying to fix everything that had happened. I have heard a few people tell me that the only way to win this game is not to play, but I recommend everyone take this emotional journey to see a different side of war. Words by Tamara Babij

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RECIPE BY CLAIRE HANNAFORD STUFFED CAPSICUMS 4 serves Ingredients: • cooking oil spray • 1 small red onion, diced • 1 medium zucchini, diced • 1 ½ tsp Mexican chilli powder • 1 ½ cups cooked rice • 2 x 400g cans no-added-salt red kidney beans, rinsed • 2 tomatoes, diced • 2 tbsp fresh coriander, chopped • ⅔ cup reduced-fat grated cheese • 2 red capsicums, halved, seeded • 2 green capsicums, halved, seeded • large green salad, to serve Method: 1. Preheat oven to 200°C. Line a large baking tray with baking paper. 2. Spray a medium frying pan with oil and place over medium heat. Cook onion and zucchini, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes, until soft. Add chilli powder, stirring, for 1 more minute. 3. Transfer onion mixture to a large mixing bowl. Add rice, kidney beans, tomato, coriander and half the cheese. 4. Place capsicums cut side up on the baking tray and fill with rice mixture. Sprinkle remaining cheese over capsicums and lightly spray with oil. 5. Bake for 20–25 minutes, or until capsicums are tender. Serve with a green salad. *Recipe adapted from www.healthyfoodguide.com.au

Meet the Flinders University Nutrition Club I

would like to introduce you to a brand new Flinders University Club: the Flinders University Nutrition Club (FUNC). Established in August this year by Nutrition and Dietetic students, we are in the process of recruiting General Members. Any present, past, or future student interested in nutrition is welcome to join the club. The membership fee is $5. The purpose of the FUNC is to create a networking opportunity for students who are interested in nutrition. The FUNC will hold various social events such as pub crawls and dinners, design and sell merchandise, increase awareness of nutrition in the health industry, and raise funds for these activities and other organisations through activities like bake sales and raffles. To join the club or for more information, please contact me.

Words by Claire Hannaford, President, Flinders University Nutrition Club 2013 Bachelor Nutrition & Dietetics Year 3 0418 896 971 hann0167@flinders.edu.au

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