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dontmeantobepoliticalbut · 7 months

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It’s not every day you see a CEO arguing for a worse economy. But that’s what Tim Gurner, founder and CEO of Australian luxury real estate company the Gurner Group, tried to do at an Australian Financial Review conference on Tuesday.

“Employees feel the employer is extremely lucky to have them, as opposed to the other way around,” Gurner told the audience. “We’ve got to kill that attitude, and that has to come through hurting the economy,” he continued.

“We need to see pain in the economy. We need to remind people that they work for the employer, not the other way around,” he said. The real estate CEO also suggested that Australian unemployment needed to jump by as much as 50%.

Gurner also complained about “tradies”—workers who practice a trade, like electricians, plumbers and carpenters—and claimed they had “pulled back on productivity.”

Gurner’s remarks have since rocketed out of the Australian context to catch the attention of commentators around the world, including U.S. Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.).

“Major CEOs have skyrocketed their own pay so much that the ratio of CEO-to-worker pay is now at some of the highest levels *ever* recorded,” the congresswoman wrote on X, responding to a video of Gurner’s comments.

WHO IS TIM GURNER?

Gurner is the head of the Gurner Group, a real estate company founded in 2013. According to the company’s website, the firm has a development and management portfolio worth about 9.5 billion Australian dollars (or just over $6 billion). The firm primarily focuses on luxury homes and property management, but also dabbles in private social clubs, with one offering anti-aging services.

The Australian Financial Review estimates Gurner’s net worth to be $584 million.

It’s not the first time Gurner has courted controversy with his opinions.

Back in 2017, Gurner took to Australia’s “60 Minutes” news program to talk about housing affordability.

The real estate millionaire complained that poor spending habits—particularly on avocado toast and other small luxuries—were the reason why younger Australians were struggling to afford homes.

“When I was trying to buy my first home, I wasn’t buying smashed avocado for [19 Australian dollars] and four coffees at [4 Australian dollars] each,” he said.

“The people that own homes today worked very, very hard for it, saved every dollar,” while younger Australians “want to eat out every day, they want to travel to Europe every year,” he said.

In spite of his rhetoric, Gurner reportedly got help when he started out. According to the Australian Financial Review, after Gurner’s comments went viral, the real estate founder got help from his former boss and his grandfather as he was starting his business.

COMPLAINING BOSSES

Gurmen’s blunt complaints about arrogant workers may win sympathy from other business leaders.

In April, the CEO of office equipment company MillerKnoll, Andi Owen, told employees to stop worrying about bonuses in an internal meeting.

“Spend your time and your effort thinking about the $26 million we need, and not thinking about what you’re going to do if you don’t get a bonus, alright?,” she said, while also suggesting that employees “leave Pity City.”

Owen apologized for her comments after they went viral on social media. She later told Fortune CEO Alan Murray that social media allowed “a few negative people to amplify and take things out of context,” and that the experience reinforced her view of bringing people back together in person.

Then in May, Tesla CEO Elon Musk complained that workers who wanted remote work needed to “get off their goddamn moral high horse.” In an interview with CNBC, Musk argued that remote employees enjoyed unfair privileges that other workers didn’t yet. “You’re going to make people who make your food that gets delivered—they can’t work from home?” Musk asked.

Despite the loud rhetoric from some CEOs, the remote work debate between bosses and workers may be settling into a truce. Over 80% of Fortune 500 companies tracked by remote work platform Scoop are settling into a hybrid work system.

“A lot of the coverage and discussion is on the CEOs who are pushing really hard on full time in office, and there are a lot of readers interested in that,” Scoop CEO Rob Sadow tells Fortune. “But in reality, employees and employers are less far apart than it may seem.”

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: swearing, mild smuttiness

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

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Part 10

We eventually got up. We showered and dressed. I fed Perrin, and we ate breakfast. I asked Liam what his plans were for the day.

"Not much. I thought I would stay with you until you kick me out." He winked. "What are your plans?"

"Well, I have to kick this guy out..." I said with mock agitation. Liam feigned a look of hurt. "Not much until tonight. I'm going to Dave's house for dinner. I'll see my nephews and niece, which will be good. My Mum too, I suppose."

"Dave's your brother, right?" I nodded. "You haven't told me much about your mother. I think this is the first time you've mentioned her."

"We don't always get along. Mum's mellowed as she's gotten older, but she was a bit of a tyrant when I was growing up. She didn't like Andy. Well, she didn't like any of my boyfriends. She always judged them based on their jobs like she wanted me to end up with a doctor or lawyer or something like that. It's like she thought she'd wasted her money sending me to a private school because I found myself attracted to tradies."

"What's a tradie?

"A tradesman."

"Gotcha."

I laughed at a memory. "I used to tell my friends that if a guys hands weren't calloused enough to cause a run in my stockings, then he has no business touching my legs."

Liam burst out laughing. "Are you serious?"

"What can I say? I like a man who is good with his hands." I shrugged before continuing, "anyway, that's one reason why my mum and I didn't get along."

"What about your Dad?"

"He passed away three years ago."

"I'm sorry."

I didn't say anything for a while. I played with the crusts of my toast, breaking it into little crumbs. I think Liam sensed my mood and changed the subject. "You went to a private school?"

"Yeah," I said. "An all-girls, Catholic one at that."

"Well, that explains a lot." Liam quipped, his tone very serious, but his twitchy lip gave him away.

I narrowed my eyes and frowned. "I hate you."

Liam ignored me and cupped my face with his hands. "Kiss me." He ordered. And I did.

We spent most of the morning sitting together and talking. We spoke about the books we were reading. We found that we had similar taste in books when we talked before we met. Liam had recommended a book to me, and I had finished it a few days ago. I showed him my bookshelves, and we compared which ones we had read. He asked to borrow a couple.

Later we just sat on the lounge. We talked, held hands, cuddled, kissed, had coffee, and then some tea. We took turns patting Perrin, who had taken to Liam really well.

It got close to lunchtime, and it seemed like we were both trying to work out a way to avoid the inevitable parting. Neither of us had brought it up since breakfast. Eventually, Liam asked, "when can I see you again?"

Liam was sitting up, and I was laying on my back with my head in his lap. Liam was stroking my hair, sometimes taking a curl and twisting it around his finger. I smiled when I saw him do that since I had done the same to him earlier.

"As soon as possible," I replied. "I'm going to miss your pretty face." I reached up and patted his cheek patronisingly.

He gave me a small smile but didn't say anything. Then his god damned lip twitched.

"What are you thinking?" I asked. "I can tell when your lip twitches that you're thinking something naughty or you know something I don't know."

"My mother tells me the same thing." His lips stretched into a full grin, revealing his Hollywood white teeth.

"Well, I'm not your bloody mother, so tell me."

"I was just thinking about all the parts of you that I'm going to miss."

"You're very cheeky."

"Unfortunately for you, my mother tells me that too."

"You're a fuck knuckle," I said, smirking. "I'll bet your mother doesn't tell you that."

Liam's eyes went wide. "Bloody hell, Sweetheart. Anyone would think you didn't like me." He was smiling though.

"It's because I like you that I insult you. I'm very polite to people I don't like." I said, putting a sickly sweet smile on my face and batted my eyelashes at him.

"You're lucky you're cute." Liam leaned down and kissed me. "You haven't answered my question. When can I see you again?"

"Well, we both work all week. I guess that means we will have to wait until Friday night."

"Do you want to come to my place on Friday after work? Spend the weekend with me?"

"Ok. I'll ask Dave when I see him tonight if he will have Perrin for me. But it shouldn't be an issue."

Liam's face was unreadable for a moment. Then he smiled and kissed my forehead. "I'm already looking forward to it." He sat back and said, "well, I suppose I had better call an Uber."

I sat up and waited for Liam to book his ride. When he had finished, I said, "Call me tomorrow night. After work?"

Liam nodded. He scooped me up and sat me on his lap. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. You won't get rid of me easily." He smiled and caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. "Now, kiss me."

I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him hard.

Liam kissed me back, his arms wrapped around my waist, and he crushed my body into his. Our kisses became ardent, and I squirmed on his lap. I didn't want to let him go. Not ever.

I wanted him again now, and I cursed myself for letting him call for an Uber. I felt like he was part of my life like I had already given let him into my heart when I let him in this house. This sacred place. Mine and Andy's place. It seemed as though he had just blended into my life and any thoughts of the future now included him.

But I also knew enough to hold back, to remember I didn't really know him. The weekend wasn't real life. It was an illusion. It wasn't the daily grind of work, come home, sleep, do it all again. To make it worse, Liam's life wasn't normal. Would I adjust? Could I adjust? Did I even want to try?

I knew I did want to try, at least. Liam seemed worth it. Worth the risk of another broken heart, another love snatched from my grasp. If I didn't try with Liam, then who would I try with? And if I never tried, then love would be gone from my life forever.

Liam pulled away. "I had better go now, or I think I'll never leave." We got up just as his phone alerted him the driver was less than a minute away. He grabbed his bag, and I walked him to the door, and he followed behind me up the hallway.

We got to the door, and before I could open it, he turned me around and pinned me to it with his whole body. His forehead pushed against mine. He kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. He ground his body against me. "Lana," he breathed. "Lana, I..." He stopped talking, kissed me again softly then pulled away.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want Liam to stop. "I'll call you tonight," I said despite our plans to call tomorrow night. I knew I wouldn't be able to wait until then. I opened the door for him.

As he walked out the door, Liam put his hand on the back of my head. He brought me to his face, and he kissed the top of my head. "As you wish." He winked and pulled the door closed behind him.

The rest of my day felt lonely. I moped around for a bit. I threw Perrin the ball for a while. He was too old these days for more than a few runs, but he still loved it. I did some washing, cleaned my bathroom and put my Ben and Jerry's tub in the bin. I painted my nails.

When the afternoon wound down, I called Riza.

"Hey, Slut!" She said when she picked up.

"Piss off," I said back.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What the fuck happened?"

"I don't even know where to begin."

"Well, did you fuck him?" I shook my head. If Liam thought I was direct, he should talk to Riza. I didn't say anything. She knew me well enough to know what the answer was by my silence. "'Bout fucking time." She said, and I laughed. "So tell me about him. What's his name? What does he do for work? Where does he live? Boxers or briefs?"

"Uh, his name is Liam. Liam Cross."

"Like the actor? Man, that's weird. I knew a girl once whose name was Indiana Jones. I couldn't do it cause I kept thinking about Harrison Ford."

"No, Riz. Not like the actor, he is the actor."

Stunned silence. Then, "you're shitting me."

"Serious as a heart attack."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't know who he was," I told Riza about the Will/Liam thing.

"You're really not joking. Send me a pic."

"I didn't take any."

I swear I could hear Riza roll her eyes. "Of course, you didn't. You never do!" Then she shouted, "Hey Jen! Lana..."

"Riza! No, no, no!" I shouted.

"Fucked Liam Cross," she finished.

I hung my head. Fuck. I could trust Riza, but Jen, I wasn't sure of. She spent all day on Instagram and Snapchat. I didn't know if she could keep quiet.

"You there, Lansey?" I heard Jen talking in the background. "Hang on a sec, what's that, babe?" More Jen talking. "Oh shit, you looked good on Friday night Lans, no wonder you got fucked."

"How do you know what I wore Friday night?"

"Jen found pics."

"That quickly?"

"Yeah, they're everywhere. Some of you guys at a shop too. Hey, that's the shop near Mike the Butcher, right?"

This was news to me. I knew they took pictures, but I didn't think they were posted. I should have though. Why wouldn't they be? "Fuck."

"Did you just meet him? On Friday?"

"Yeah, why?"

"There's this one picture of you two, and he's touching your cheek. You two look like you're in love," she teased, making love sound like llllooooouuuuv. "Ha! There's Perrin!"

"Is my name mentioned? Do they know who I am?"

"Doesn't look like it. You two look perfect together."

"Tell Jen not to say anything. Please?"

"Yeah, yeah, no worries."

She kept talking, but I'd had enough. "I've gotta get going," I said.

"Lans, you ok?" She knows me too bloody well.

"Yeah," I bit my lip and took some deep breaths. "It's a lot to take in, you know. He's bloody famous, it's like, I don't want that shit in my life."

"Is he worth it?"

"I think so. I mean, he's a sweet, kinda daggy guy who happens to be built like Hercules and sexy as fuck. What's not to like?"

"I always thought he was gay."

Before I could stop myself, I said, "He's definitely not gay. I'd never believe a gay guy could growl a girl out like he does." I've got to learn to keep my mouth shut.

Riza yelled, "yas girl! You got a keeper!"

I laughed. "Fucking hell. Alright, Riz, I've really got to go. Say hi to Jen. Don't say anything!" Riz agreed, and we hung up.

Dinner at Dave and Lucy's was mostly uneventful. I jumped with the kids on the trampoline and played some wrestling on the PlayStation. My mum wasn't too much of a bitch. I forgot about the pictures and didn't think about Liam for a while. I needed that. I felt like the weekend was such a whirlwind and so much happened I needed some time to get back to normality, something familiar.

After dinner, Mum went home, and the kids wanted to watch a movie. I got on the lounge with the two older ones, Charlie and Harry and went through Netflix. Lucy had taken Lilly to bed. I saw Liam's face in one of the movies thumbnails, and I groaned. It was the one where he was a superhero. It was nearly ten years old. Though it didn't seem possible, he was even more handsome now. I quickly flicked past it.

"No, Aunty Lanny, I want to watch that one," Harry said.

"Isn't it too scary?"

Dave called out from the kitchen, "it's their new favourite. They've been watching it all week."

"Then we can watch something else," I said.

Both boys protested. I half relented. "Have you seen the sequel?" It had much less screen time for Liam since he had teamed up with a couple of other superheroes in that one.

"There's a sequel?" Charlie was excited.

So we watched the sequel. I'd seen it before, but it was weird watching it now. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. Although it was obvious that Liam was the actor, it was surprisingly easy to forget him and believe he was really the character.

He looked different to the Liam I knew. His hair was lighter, he was clean-shaven, and even the way he held his face was different. The way he moved and mannerisms weren't Liam's either. His voice was different too. The most apparent change there was the accent. Those harsh American tones seemed so strange after hearing his soft Queens English ones. Although, scenes with his shirt off still made me think of Liam.

After the movie I said goodbye to the kids, and they went to bed. I asked Dave if he would watch Perrin next weekend. I tried to sound casual about it, but Dave knew me better than that.

"Girls weekend?" He asked. I tried to say yeah, but I blushed, and he knew it wasn't a girls weekend.

Dave was eight years older than me, the same as Liam. I adored Dave. I remember following him around as a kid, wanting to do everything he did. As we got older, I watched the same movies he did, read the same books he did and listened to the same music, which is probably why I prefer 90s music to 2000s music.

He was sweet about it for the most part. He even got me alcohol a few times when I was 17 and took me to the pub with his mates when I was 18. He was protective though. Not one of his mates was allowed to touch me. It had made me mad at the time, especially when I had the hots for his best mate Chris since I was 12. So when he worked out that I was probably going to be spending the weekend with a guy, I expected him to freak out. He didn't.

"Is he a good bloke?" Dave asked. "Treating you well?"

"Yeah, he is." I couldn't help but smile.

Dave grunted, "I can tell by the look on your face, you are smitten. Alright then, Perrin can stay."

"Thanks, Dave. Don't tell mum."

"Yeah, Nah. I'm not stupid."

I went home and got ready for bed straight away. I was mentally exhausted, but I still called Liam. Not only because I said I would. I did miss him in my bed already. I felt lonely again. Of all the things about being married I missed, sleeping with somebody else in the bed was high on the list.

When I went to call, I was confused for a minute because I couldn't find his number. Then I remembered he was in my contacts as Will. I changed the name and called him. I hoped I wasn't calling too late.

"Hello, Sweetheart." Liam's voice sent a ripple of excitement through me.

"Hey," I said. "How was the rest of your day?"

"Good. Do you want to FaceTime?"

"I'm in bed."

"Me too." He said, and I heard the ring of FaceTime come through the phone.

I answered. Liam's face appeared. So did his naked shoulders. Sweet Jesus, he couldn't fit in the frame.

"Much better," he said, smiling. "How was your day?"

"Ok, I just hung around at home then saw the fam. Dave said he would have Perrin next weekend," I got flustered thinking about it. I cleared my throat. "So yeah, that's sorted."

"Excellent. I'm really looking forward to it. How was the family? Was your mum ok?"

"Yeah, she was good. The kids are fans of yours, by the way."

He gave a short laugh at this. "Really? Did you tell your family about me?"

I said I didn't and told him about the kids and the movie. "They loved it. I liked it too." I told him about how it was strange to watch him act after actually knowing him, and for a lot of the time, I had forgotten it was him. I just believed the character and enjoyed the story.

"Thank you." Liam seemed genuinely pleased. "That is the aim of what I do."

"I did tell Riza about you. Her wife, Jen, found pictures of us almost immediately."

"Did you see the ones from yesterday?"

"She told me about them, but I've not seen them."

"You ok?"

I shrugged, "it is what it is. I asked them not to say anything about us."

Liam changed the subject and showed me he had started one of the books he had borrowed. Once again, I was grateful that he seemed to know my mood and not push me.

We talked for about ten minutes before I started yawning.

"I better let you go. You're tired, Sweetheart."

"Yeah," I said as a yawn overtook me. "I think you're right." I blinked several times, my eyes watering from the yawns. "Call me tomorrow night?"

"I definitely will. Goodnight, Sweetheart."

"Night, Liam." I fell straight asleep.

Part 11

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audible--silence · 3 years

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Well that was quite something. You started off in Fremantle with Alex and Milly. You made it to Lancelin with them after trying to talk them, along with Ochre into coming to Exmouth with you. It didn’t work and from there on out, your thumbs were out to the world in search of human decency and stories. You found it in George, a Greek seaman who told his captain to fuck off. In Eamon, a young school teacher, surfer and swimmer who had an accidentally racist dog who swap the qualifier for the rotto swim despite absolutely no training. In Tal and Sharon, an Indian couple with two sweet young girls named Zara and Sarina who contemplated the sciences of coffee, hitchhiking and dating websites. In Pieter who showed that boredom is as good a motivator for a kind heart however a kind heart will always mean more. In Dylan, a shy, quiet tradie who worked in geraldton, liked beers, drove a car that had a few too many km’s on it and who had a phenomenally well rounded taste in music. You found decency in the staff at Minilyup servo, where you spent no less than 24 whole hours in wait for a ride. You learned patience from them. You also learned the value of following your gut but also the value of jumping in the deep end with no way out from getting in Andys car. You learned that life always pans out the way it does for a reason with Mat and Sophia. The journalist and film producer who saved your asses off the side of the road after Andy left you stranded after making threats. You learned that stories are the most important from the Karratha backpackers and that fate is very real from your drive there to Broome. You learned that you care very much about damn well everybody and that all you want to do is share those stories. As you brought in the new year with a bunch of total strangers, your conscience weighed on you. Even as the night closed and you helped Franz and his brother Rizach out of a shared taxi, you learn that human decency has no ends. In a trip truly like no other, you found a new love for people that you didn’t know you didn’t have. My wishes for the new year as of 2.35 on the 1st of January 2021 is to be selfless but stay true to myself and my needs.

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kentonramsey · 4 years

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Andy Samberg’s “Palm Springs” Is My 2020 Time Warp Comfort Food

You could argue that any time is a good time for a delightfully cheesy and genuinely funny rom-com to debut on a streaming service, but the timing of Andy Samberg’s Palm Springs couldn’t be more perfect. The release of this particular movie at this particular time feels like it was part of some kind of cosmic intervention. Palm Springs is about two people who become caught in an infinite time loop while attending a wedding in the middle of the Californian desert. Together, they live the same day over and over and over, with no real means of escape. I may not exactly know the feeling but, also, throw in a virus and swap Palm Springs for the three-mile radius around my apartment and… I know the feeling.

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Without giving too much away, Nyles (Andy) and Sarah (Cristin Milioti) do the usual things main characters in a rom-com do, while also navigating their current situation of restarting the same day every time they fall asleep. Sarah is cool, hot, and a bit of a mess without falling into manic-pixie-dream-girl territory. Cristin is also 34 years old, which is something I actually appreciated more than I expected. Andy, my long-time number-one celebrity crush, also looks just as good as ever. As my friend Terri said, he is definitive proof that being unproblematic is good for your skin. (An unrelated side note: I also want to find out exactly who wrote the dialogue for the one Australian character because my god, it was bloody spot on.)

The comfort I found in the rinse-and-repeat repetitiveness of Palm Springs felt shocking similar to the mindless gratification I’ve found in watching back-to-back episodes of Love Island Australia. If you haven’t succumbed to the allure of Love Island yet, the plot of this reality TV show is essentially “group of young hot singles agree to lock themselves in an island villa for weeks, in an attempt to find love and Instagram fame.” Take away the whole young-hot-and-single thing, and the beach-island-paradise thing, and, yet again, you have yourself a scenario that’s felt somewhat akin to the situation quarantined individuals have been feeling since March.

If there’s one thing my TV and movie watching habits during this time have taught me, it’s that watching people live out silly little character arcs, silly little dramas, and silly little love stories without going anywhere feels a whole lot better than watching someone do all the things I currently can’t. So long as I’m stuck inside without the stimulation of new people, places, and things, the comfort of the familiar feels important. When I watch Love Island Australia, it’s the familiarity of the slang and countless stereotypes (tradies get the ladies!). And when I watched Palm Springs I was comforted not only by the anguish Nyles and Sarah felt when they initially discovered their predicament, but also the reminder that there is joy to be found in moments of mundane repetition and that—in rom-coms and in real life—if there’s a way into a bad situation, there’s eventually going to be a way out too.

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Active Readings 1-2

Active Reading 1-

· Video Art – New type of on contemporary art usually seen in installations.

· Artist who started this – Andy Warhold, Wolf Vostell, and Nam June Paik.

· Two basic varieties – single channel and installation.

· Single Channel – video is screened, projected, or shown in a single series of images.

· Installations – typically an environment made of several pieces of video shown together or through a combination of videos. It is the most common form of video art.

· Films – make storyline, with screenplays, actors, and dialogue.

· Video Artist – explores the medium itself to challenge the viewers idea of space, time and form.

· Pioneers were Nam June Paik (1932-2006) (Koerean musician/artist) and Andy Warhol (1928-87) leader of Pop-Art Movement.

· Andy Warhol made Sleep, Empire, and Chelsea Girls.

· Peter Campus made, Three Transitions, Double Vision (1971), Interface (1972), Three Transitions (1973), R-G-B (1974), Video Ergo Sum: Divide (1999), Video Ergo Sum: Dream (1999), Edge of the Ocean (2003), Kathleen in Grey (2004), Baruch the Blessed (2004).

· Joan Jones was sculptor who made The Juniper Tree and Lines in the Sand.

· Bill Viola made Nantes Triptych and The Passions.

Active Reading 2 –

· The self-revealing act of voice-over narration, then, is considered a politically radical act.

· Dismissing the claim that voice-over is incompatible with Asian cinemas, Stephen Teo studies the relationship between words and images in the Far-Eastern cinematic modes.

· on-screen, di egetic dialogue can provide us access to the character’s emo - tional journey from loathing to love, voice-over’s special creation of intimacy

· In Hornby’s novel, the story alternates between chapters centred on Will and those centred on Marcus, all written in the third-person, but the film script develops their characters through cleverly-written voice-over

· Clueless, chronologically the first of the voice-over romantic comedies

· The prevalence of voice-over in contemporary romantic comedies arises mostly out of a desire to bond us as closely as possible to the protagonist, to heighten our emotional engagement and desire

· voice-over is often ironic and funny, allowing the films to eschew sentimentality, wink at the audience with in-jokes, and appeal to both male and female viewers

· Malick has used voice-over in a variety of unconventional ways for a number of different effects.

· Malick’s employment of the voice-over have created a unique auditory perspective in The Tree of Life, wherein Malick positions the audience in the place of God, able to hear the questions and objections of the soul.

· Joan McGettigan asserts, “The voice-overs serve more to de-stabilize the discourse than to provide the tradi - tional interiority of character narration”

· when the characters address God through voice-over, they almost always use the pronoun “you,” further placing us in God’s auditory position as we are directly spoken to by the characters.

· The voice-over—one of the most overtly “oral” aspects of cinematic enunciation—accrues a particular significance when considered within the context of films originating from historically oral cultures; the presence of voice-over in such films would appear to be the most obvious point of intersection between the modern cultural form of cinema and the ancient tradition of oral performance.

· Borom Sarret achieves transgression via its voice-over’s unstable situation within the heterogeneous soundtrack.

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ebenalconstruct · 4 years

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successaccgroup-blog · 6 years

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Secrets To Why The Rich Get Richer | Success Accounting Group

95% of Australia’s population at age 65 is either dead, dead broke or on the pension. This is not discriminatory.

This includes Tradies, Engineers, IT Consultants, Doctors, Lawyers, School teachers, Secretaries, Accountants and so on.

How can this be possible?

The Australian Government pumps Billions of dollars in education from school days to retirement and yet at the end of the day 95% of us can barely feed ourselves…..

It’s the Government’s fault!

They should provide a bigger Pension!

It’s not fair to work all your life so hard and then live so poor in your twilight days…..

Or is it?

We’ll come back to this question later….

Approximately 14 years ago I was an employee with a JOB. (Just Over Broke). I was on about $50,000 a year as a Senior accountant. I had a young family and my son was just born. It was tough. We were barely surviving – money comes in / more money goes out.

I was under tremendous stress!

Our family was on the edge.

We had no backup plan or enough savings if anything went wrong.

My son was sick. How could we afford to pay for him?

I was on verge of a nervous breakdown so many times….

I did everything I could… I decided to go back to school to get a CA.

That would help!

I worked on weekends.

Just two short years later…. After giving up all my free time to either study frantically or work, I got my qualification.

And I was rewarded.

My boss congratulated me and gave me a $7000 pay rise.

This soon led to my huge mindshift..

We could not keep going on living life like this!

Both my husband and I worked so hard, yet hardly saw each other!

I worked my guts out for 2 years and traded all my time away for a $7k payrise , longer hours and more pressure at work.

The additional money made no difference.

Buddha bless me…. If any emergency or accident happened to my family or me, we were gone.

And then….

I lost my health.

The doctor said I could no longer keep doing what I was doing. My body and mind could not keep up.

Then my true education came….

I met Rolf.

As with any great mentor, many of his words still resonate in my head to this day.

One of my favourites – ‘Don’t trade time with money’.

He explained to me that most people live in denial.

We are educated at school to survive and support society. We are taught to get a J.O.B and stick our hand out each week to get our pay.

That’s it.

I thought about that. I reflected on my life.

I was like a cart horse with a carrot in front of my head.

I worked so hard and lost my health for an extra $7k.

Did this change my life? My quality of living? Did it give me back time to spend with my family? Did it build emergency funds we would desperately need if anything went wrong? My nest egg later on or the home of my dreams?

Rolf said something which at first really offended me.

He said, ‘You have an addiction’.

You are addicted to pay cheques and money.

You are controlled by your fears and don’t allow your mind to think clearly away from your emotions.

Fear – Pay cheque – spend – fear

The truth is that our schooling presents us perfectly to get our jobs.

Then… just like an addict…. An alcoholic…. We give up all our energy and time… for the next pay cheque. We spend…. Fear some more, spend and go back for the next one.

Get up…. Start at 8.30am….. come home at 6pm…… or in my case 8pm.

We give our lives away for money…. We do not respect how it works

Year after year….. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50……

So many people say to me….. its ok Lan. I am safe. In 10 years time, I will have saved enough to retire. I will have a few hundred bucks a week.

Are you safe?

Do you have control of your life?

We have a J.O.B and we place all our trust in another person whom pays us a modest sum.

Just like a gentle old woman feeding the ducks some bread next to the pond each day.

We give our life for some person and they pay us a little money to eat, sleep and come back again the next day.

What happens if we lose our health and cannot work in our J.O.B? What if the company goes bust? What if we have issues with our superiors?

We are controlled by our FEAR (False Evidence Appearing Real).

We don’t know anything better. We go to school. Complete our education and then we switch the light off.

Most of us never learn even the most simple steps to create wealth.

Its not hard.

In fact it is so simple….. and as most of you know….. a short education of 6 months transformed my complete life.

'IT’S HOW YOU USE YOUR MONEY – TO MAKE MONEY WORK FOR YOU'

I fought so hard for 2 years to make a $7k payrise. I gave my health and all my free time.

Just two years after meeting Rolf, I was the owner of three properties and had made a profit of over $750,000 in Capital Growth. I was able to work less time and now I had a nest egg well and truly growing. I had money to immediately give in case of an emergency and I felt safe.

Fast track 10 years and I have 20.

I say this not to impress but to impress upon you.

After two years my income had increased from $57k a year to approximately $307k a year and rising.

Sure. A CEO might be on $307k. Then he pays Tax. 47%?

I am sure he works incredibly hard and trades most of his time for money.

And of course… he then gives back $117k to the Government… or almost 6 months work or lets just say Monday, Tuesday and half of Wednesday for free.

We are not meant to live like this.

The problem is we live in FEAR and don’t allow ourselves to think as our emotions take over our mind.

I know. I used to be so stressed I could not sleep at night…. Worried about work, worried about the family’s financial position, to pay the next bill etc etc

If we all could just have a moment to think clearly without these distractions and had the right education on how to make money work for us….. we would drop our addiction.

My young employee Andy. Most of you know him well. He was the same as me. Same position and virtually the same wage.

Just over a year ago I assisted him and he will by the end of this year have assets worth $3 million.

I don’t think he will try for his CA. He understands….

You can listen to his story here: https://www.facebook.com/LanNguyen.com.au/videos/1876642752355508/

Or perhaps you would like to hear from my student Maria:

https://www.facebook.com/LanNguyensuccessag/videos/769546113238952/

Or a little more about myself here:

https://www.facebook.com/LanNguyen.com.au/videos/1874562785896838/

If you are truly ready and wanting to make change…. They can happen without risking your work, your time or your family.

It is not like having to re-invent yourself if you wanted to try another trade or occupation.

Nothing will serve you or your family better than Real Estate.

Now is a wonderful chance to strike…

And…..

If you don’t want to do it alone…. I can offer you the same mentorship I received.

I will guide you to building up your property portfolio…

The outcome for my graduates is to have secured their first property by the end of our 6 week course.

I will provide one-on-ones to ensure you are on the right track.

It is my 6 week Fast Track Millions Property Investor course.

Your investment is $2,997

Enough to separate the investors that are serious and from those whom are not.

We are limiting to the first 12 people….

We have just 4 spots left..

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A Self-Built Weekender Cabin

Homes

by Lucy Feagins, Editor

Inside the weekender of artist and researcher Lucy Hersey and her husband Nathan. Handmade tiles behind the fire are by Daniel Robertson (gifted by Lucy’s Gran, left over from the home she built in the 1960s) and the cowhide stools from Bangkok. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

They completed construction of their amazing little cabin three years ago. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

It was self-built with the help of Youtube clips and phone calls to tradie mates! Earth pigment painting by Lucy Hersey and second-hand sofa, originally from Freedom. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

The ‘style’ of the home emerged organically and is ‘just filled with things we love,’ tells Lucy. Watercolour of Lolly by Zoe Harriet, thrifted chest of drawers featuring Australian wildlife painted by Lucy, and her treasured Koala head bottle opener! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

Most of the furniture is second hand or pieces found on travels. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

The loft bed, with vintage crochet blanket and little love birds painting, found in a market in Kathmandu, Nepal. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

The cabin is a trove of op-shopped homewares! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

Deck view. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

A perfect library of ‘ugly mugs’. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

It’s all 70’s Australian craft movement meets Kevin McLeod from Grand Designs! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

A deck and outdoor setting, perfect for whiling away the weekend! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

The couple loves enjoying an afternoon cuppa and gazing across the paddocks. Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

The cabin, in regional Victoria, offers some pretty idyllic vistas! Photo – Caitlin Mills for The Design Files.

Artist and researcher Lucy Hersey and husband Nathan seem to have found the perfect balance of city living and weekend escape, in this tiny nook of a cabin in regional Victoria. Three years ago the couple built their miniature getaway, despite admitting to lacking any real construction know how! Lucy describes how the pair ‘had to learn how to do everything for the first time on site’. Between Youtube clips and phone calls to tradie mates, the pair cobbled together the skills required to build this cosy cabin. And it’s such beauty!

Lucy explains that the ‘style’ of the home emerged organically, as the cabin is ‘just filled with things we love.’ There’s a touch of 1970’s Australian craft movement about the place, with an emphasis on raw timber and ceramic details, and mostly second-hand furniture. The couple loves recycling for ethical reasons, but also cherish the experience of fossicking through the op-shops and occasionally striking gold!

Despite the limited footprint, the space is fully adorned with lovingly selected artworks, ceramics, and cosy details – we especially love the hand-crocheted blanket (a bedroom destined for the pages of Frankie ‘SPACES’, surely!?). Lucy’s own stunning earthy toned artworks are hung on the walls, alongside those of her friends Candice McGaw, Andy Murray and Sarah Dingwall. ‘I try to buy pieces from artists I have a relationship with already. Buying work from people you know and love adds that extra dimension to a special piece,’ Lucy describes.

‘I love waking up in the morning and drinking a coffee in the loft bed, looking out at the view, and snuggling down by the fire in winter after being out in the cold and wind all day’ Lucy enthuses. The tiny kitchen is a favourite spot, where she can peer out of the cabin window to watch the cows grazing, and in summer the couple love to entertain friends on the deck.

If this all sounds a little TOO idyllic, Lucy is upfront about the realities of the property! The cabin has no bathroom, and electricity is occasionally powered by a generator, but Lucy makes these limitations seem romantic – ‘we live by candlelight and battery lights most the time. It is nice to be forced to slow down, collect firewood, be thoughtful about your use of resources and feel self-sufficient.’ There are plans for a permaculture garden, olive grove and native flower plantation – has a low-energy-and-impact lifestyle ever looked so good?!

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