reflections of the morning

Drove out the driveway this morning, heard a tink-tink-tink noise in time with the wheel rotation. Uh-oh.

I'd gotten a screw in the tyre.

I drove back home (20m), texted my boss to say I'd be late, changed to the temp tyre on my driveway (ugh lugnuts), and took it in to the place where I'd gotten the tyres. They plugged the hole and everything and I was only 90 minutes late to work.

*sigh*

It could have been worse - an entirely new tyre costs $300, and plugging the hole only cost $40...

( food choices, reflections, etc. )

I didn't watch the Oscars, didn't pay attention to them. But I'm not exactly surprised anymore.

for later reading

Representation: The story is a Spell. The Story is a Curse.

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( Cardinal Pell is found guilty: tw - pedophilia/sexual assualt )

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Auspol:

Scott Morrison and the self-inflicted political wedgie.

If the Coalition has had a climate epiphany, I'm Beyonce

In order to hit reset on climate policy in a way that has some prospect of cutting through with the cohort of voters inclined to desert the government over this issue, and this issue alone, Morrison needed to do two things on Monday.

He needed to say sorry for all of that insanity. He needed to say I don’t know what came over us, but we aren’t going to do that again.

Prime ministers can do that in two ways. The first is to just say it, but that’s very hard for risk-averse politicians who equate public acts of humility with public acts of weakness.

The second is do it by implication: put forward a serious policy program that is an implicit apology for past misdeeds, and in so doing, project that you are prepared to stare down any internal brinkmanship that ensues.

That didn’t happen on Monday, and it didn’t happen on Monday because we all know what happens when the Coalition hits these particular tipping points.

Just ask Malcolm Turnbull.