Red Space Rocket

• Read: Castlemaine becomes Northcote North as tree-changers leave gentrified Melbourne http://twurl.nl/35z0gg #
• Read: On your bike?http://twurl.nl/zxie5z #

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• Read: New Zune prepares to take on iPod http://twurl.nl/3gdpun #
• Read: Joyce defends Qantas charge for emergency exit seats http://twurl.nl/4mk2se #

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• Read: Treat the family to a byte http://twurl.nl/b03vz1 #

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• Read: Treat the family to a byte http://twurl.nl/b03vz1 #

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• Read: How can you tell when the CNN host is telling the truth? http://www.slate.com/id/2218835/ #
• Read: Free To Be Ignored http://bit.ly/iDuV0 #
• Read: How I got addicted to playing games on my iPhone. http://www.slate.com/id/2218844/ #
• Read: Finding film locations in Melbourne. http://www.theage.com.au/news/entertainment/film/2009/05/24/1243103429842.html #

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I have been posting a new topic for every school day so far. However, I only see each class three times. So, from now on, I think I’ll just use three topics each week. This way, you’ll all get the same topics in the same order.

1. The Liar
2. She Prefers Fire
3. Dumb Things

This week, we are writing in the third person for all our pieces. This means no “I” and lots of “he”, “she” and “Barry”. I also don’t want to directly tell the reader anything about your characters. Have details about them emerge as they do things.

For example, “Bob was thirty-six years old, six feet tall and had red hair” is right out of the question. Instead you might write, “As he squinted into the sun, Bob brushed his red hair out of his eyes”.

• Read: The Lord Mayor and Coffee http://bit.ly/mf9JV #
• Read: Hanny Who? http://tinyurl.com/qzyree It seems you can be famous for just being yourself. #
• Read: No more ‘free’ flight sales http://bit.ly/6stTb #

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If you are looking for my PowerPoint presentations to help you with your own preparation, you can find them at school using the Computer in the Start Menu.

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• Read: Performance Pay for Teachers. http://bit.ly/17PnLA #

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I’m on a foggy highway.

• Listen: RN Shuffle, Writers Almanac. #
• Read: Google uses data to know who might be heading for the door. http://twurl.nl/3i10qi #
• Listen: This American Life. No Map. A massively moving episode. The second half packed a wallop. #
• Read: How the Walkman set us free http://twurl.nl/oal283 #
• Read: Having confessed to lifting copy, the New York Times’ columnist almost sets things right. http://www.slate.com/id/2218602/ #
• Read: Like Google, Only Much, Much Worse http://www.slate.com/id/2218594/ #

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When I am thirty years and one day old.

I love it when I wake up, having had the best dreams, describing them in vivid detail to my sister at the table, then completely forgetting them within ten minutes.

I love it when I spend fifteen otherwise useful minutes of my morning picking out the sultanas from my ‘Plus’, leaving the yogurt-covered raisins, then finding out that raisins and sultanas have the same revolting taste.

I love it when I wait for the hair straightener to heat up, then looking outside and it’s raining. I love it when I prepare myself a lovely avocado and ham sandwich, then leave it on the bench at home.

I love packing all my gear for work, then finding out someone’s switched my shift.

I love wearing two pairs of socks, gloves and a scarf so I won’t get cold walking to school, then my mum pops her head out of the door and says, “Oh, George, did I mentioned that I can give you a lift?”

I love setting my alarm for seven o’clock so I won’t be late for school, then my sister unplugging it so she can recharge her phone, thus making me late for school.

I love getting all psyched up for my Maths test today, then leaving my cheat-sheet at home.

I love looking forward to seeing my best friend, and filling her in on everything that could’ve happened in the past eight hours since we’ve seen each other, then her messaging me saying she isn’t coming.

But most of all, I love it how I dread waking up so early and going through these actions, and how I’ll do exactly the same thing tomorrow. I love the smell of irony in the morning.

- By George H in Morphing English.