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Sometimes birds are hard to find. Sometimes not. Bob Gosford takes two steps from his bed and finds an ornithorium of wonder and beauty.

Terry Mills has travelled to Japan to find some gas for the NT and promote the NT economy. Will he still have a job when he gets back?

“If there won’t be dancing at the revolution, I’m not coming.” Emma Goldman.

Hotel Darwin, Mitchell Street. Saturday 26 January 2013.
3pm onwards.

Roger Hedgecock: It has to do with taking guns away from people who might oppose the government … The purpose of the second Amendment is to make sure you are sufficiently armed to resist tyranny … People know where this is going … buy your guns and ammo now while you can.

That head stockman and my father had a good go in the yard. He wanted to beat my father but my father been too good for him. After my father knocked that bloke out he got a rope and jammed that bloke in the bronco panel – made that head stockman squeal. (laughs) My father and I pulled out from there. Got his swag, put me in the saddle-bags and we went walking towards Larrimah way.

Olga Havnen Almost a year ago I wrote here of the magnitude of Olga Havnen’s job as the replacement for Bob Beadman in the key role of Northern Territory Coordinator-General for Remote Service Delivery: The most challenging part of Havnen’s new job will be to renew the shattered faith and trust in governments as service [...]

The Tjanpi Desert Weavers have a whimsical and very often funny approach to their art and I’m sure more than a bit of that rubbed off on their northern counterparts, where often weaving is more utilitarian.
You can see some of the Tjanpi Weaver’s wonderful work at their website.Yesterday the Tjanpi’s whimsy won over the practical.

You folk, conch shells shall be!
Bailer shells you shall become!
Pearlshells you shall become!
Ducks you shall become!
Native companions be!
I go! Better that I should go!
For white pigeons will come with me!

It brings me no joy to record that while Vikki was lying in the hospital fighting for what little life she had left there were people willing to traduce the memory of a woman who at her worst would always be better than them at their pathetic best.