After tragedy, grief is quickly hijacked by blame. Votes are counted, ideologies accused, and humanity lost in the noise. But violence is not a referendum, and collective guilt solves nothing. What matters is courage, evidence, and a media culture that informs rather than inflames.
The Swan Newspaper is going south…specifically the South West of Western Australia. We will be telling stories about the great southern region, its history and…
Travelling companions aren’t always pleasant. If you are forced to sit beside someone who is obnoxious or smelly or you aren’t in the mood to…
I always wanted to open a bakery…if I win lotto I will and call it ‘This Day’…as in ‘give us this day our daily bread’. …
A bunch of really special people start chopping and slicing at the Margaret River Soup Kitchen every Wednesday morning in preparation for the 5.00 pm…
Margs people or ‘Margites’ as I affectionately call them will get a kick out of a newby (a Maggot) who was annoyed about what sounded…
The Cowaramup Bullshed is the ‘Men Shed’ for the Margaret River region. Apparently others are planned for Margs itself and there is also one at…
La Caricature morale, politique et littéraire was published from 1830 to 1843. Auguste Audibert was editor and Charles Philipon (1800–1861) was director. The journal was…
With reference to Plutarch’s Life of Brutus In the quiet after terror, when the ghost of Caesar has vanished from Brutus’s tent, Cassius delivers a…
In the context of an attempt to slap our beloved nation in the face with the shame it deserves for its past and present treatment…
The following jewel of self experimentation with mind-warping laughing gas, is in the words of Sir Humphrey Davy himself. It is taken from A History…
Immortality has always been humanity’s oldest dream. From myths of gods to the latest neural implants, we’ve searched for ways to outlast time. Now, Dyson swarms — vast constellations of solar-panel satellites — promise limitless energy, while artificial intelligence and neural technologies hint at endurance beyond biology. Could machines carry our voices, memories, and even our identities into futures powered by the stars?
Isaac Asimov once joked that humanity might be “a bunch of hicks way out in the sticks,” living too far from the bustling heart of the galaxy for anyone to visit. Perhaps he was right. In this sweeping exploration of the Milky Way’s architecture, Leo O’Hagan argues that our loneliness may simply be the price of distance — that civilisation thrives near the crowded core, while we drift quietly on the rim, listening for voices too far away to hear.