War/Peace. Matthew Vandenberg

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      3 White America – Eminem

      4 Brinckerhoff, B., [Director] & Spies, A. [Writer] (1991). Stand (Up) and Deliver. Beverly Hills 90210. [Treat the films and shows like songs: these are still backing tracks to the respective pieces].

      5 Ramis, H., [Director and Writer] Stupnitsky, G., [Writer] & Eisenberg, L. [Writer] (2009). Year One.

      6 Who's That Girl? - Guy Sebastian

      7 Flaunt It - TV Rock

      8 Turn Off The Light - Nelly Furtado

      9 When The Lights Go Out - Five

      10 Enter The Ninja - Die Antwoord

      11 Hey Baby - Pitbull and T-Pain

      12 Miami To Ibiza - Swedish House Mafia and Tinie Tempah

      13 We Dance To A Different Disco Honey - Short Stack

      14 (Selling the Fountain of Youth: How the Anti-Aging Industry Made a, Disease Out of Getting Old--and Made Billions, by Arlene Weintraub. Basic Books, 2010 ($29.95))

      15 Club Can't Handle Me – Flo Rida

      16 What's Your Story? – Red Hot Chilli Peppers

      17 *Deisseroth, K. (2010). Controlling the Brain with Light. Scientific, American, 303(5), 48-55. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican1110-48

      18 God Is A DJ – Pink

      19 Promise This – Cheryl Cole

      20 **Feng, J., & Trodden, M. (2010). Dark Worlds. (Cover story). Scientific American, 303(5), 38-45. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican1110-38

      21 (She Blinded Me With Science – Thomas Dolby)

      22 ***Piore, A. (2010). Fit for a Princess. Scientific American, 303(5), 24. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican1110-24

      23 #Omenetto, F., & Kaplan, D. (2010). From Silk Cocoon to Medical Miracle. Scientific American, 303(5), 76-77. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican1110-76

      24 ##Kirkwood, T. (2010). Why Women Live Longer. Scientific American, 303(5), 34-35. doi:10.1038/scientificamerican1110-34

      25 mOBSCENE – Marilyn Manson

      26 Crack A Bottle – Eminem, Dr Dre, and 50 Cent

      27 Gervais, R. (2010). Ricky Gervais Live IV: Science.

      JACKSON CURTIS - 12:03am - December 16 - 2011

      'Last night was amazing,' Shaun says, stepping onto the platform at Bankstown. 'I never knew you were a comedian.'

      'I'm a lot more than that,' I say with a shrug. 'Wouldn't pick it, huh? Way I act at school and all.'

      'Ha. But last night you were uncut. Jackson, I think I've got an idea.'

      'What?'

      'Look: I'm proud to say that I never watched a single episode of Big Brother when it was on the telly. But I'm thinking that the creators were actually pretty clever. They knew what people wanted to see and they gave it to them: ordinary, everyday people. They knew what people wanted to hear and gave it to them: the ordinary thoughts of ordinary people, of those who don't usually have a voice. Now Adrian, Ben, Jamie, and I, along with Shelly and Jerri, have been writing about our experiences, writing down our thoughts, our ideas, everything: maybe these are like transcripts for some strange Big Brother set within a high school. But what you have in your experiences, your thoughts, your soliloquies, is Big Brother Uncut, know what I'm saying? People might actually want to listen to your voice.' - Shaun shrugs - 'I know I do.'

      ‘Like a worm, under remote control, I’mma crawl into their vaginas and rest on their clits, still they're screaming with ecstasy.'

      'What! What the . . .?'

      'Imagine that,' I say. 'Imagine we had these sexy little worms we could control remotely. We could make them crawl up the legs of girls, into their vaginas, and onto their clits, and then we could watch as they cum, in full view of everyone inside some supermarket, or on the busy streets of Sydney . . .'

      'Maybe that's a little too uncut.'

      'Stitch my thoughts up a little?'

      'Yeah. Maybe.'

      'Ha ha. So why are we in Bankstown?'

      'Don't know,' Shaun says, shrugging. 'The Centro's not bad, it's got a few good restaurants. Dude, this place is totally multicultural, just like the joint you took me to last night.'

      'Yeah,' I say, nodding. 'Must have talked to at least five girls who were from around here. This place is totally hot.'

      JACKSON CURTIS - 7:04am - December 17 - 2011

      It’s a Bondi Beach house.

      It’s large, luxurious, spacious, and has a communal bedroom. The windows overlook the sea, but only this wide expanse of blue, as shiny and reflective as the whites of eyes. Seagulls dot the wet, salty scenery like salt might a piece of battered fish. Inside the house are 250 video cameras, strategically positioned so that every movement of every person every night and every day will be captured, seized if you will, and this footage streamed live on line so that anyone, anywhere can view it. Big brother has no name: he could be anyone who logs onto the site – even you. Those inside the house live under the reign of the general public. The rules they must follow are prescribed by the public.

      ‘Know what I love about being here?’ Kurt says. ‘No checkin’ into Centrelink, yeah? I’m sick and tired of having to keep these guys posted on what I do, how I’m living . . .’

      ‘Dude, you’re in the wrong house,’ I say, smiling. ‘You’re keeping the whole world posted now. Every step you take, every move you make, it’s all gonna be on film.’

      ‘Oh well.’

      ‘Know what I love about walking into a Centrelink office?’ I say, standing up. It’s stand-up time for sure. ‘You can check all your dignity at the door. Totally sweet. You could be a successful businessman but this is the joint where you play the fool. You wanna act as hopeless as you can so that you’ll keep getting paid. It’s like – you don’t wanna say too much, just “yeah”, “I guess”, “sure”. You could walk into the fuckin’ office with a hand down your pants and the people will just shrug and be thinking: “that’s why he ain’t got no job. Guess we’ll be needin’ to set aside a whole heap of cash for this guy.” It’s the only’ – I raise my hands and wiggle two fingers on each to make inverted commas of skin – ‘job where you walk into the office with the hope of being fired yet again. The pressure’s totally off. Not that I respond badly to pressure anyway, but it’s nice to have somewhere to go where you can just act like you’re a yob, where it’s good to act like a yob. Coz we all wanna act like a yob every now and then right?’

      ‘Should you be saying this?’ Chloe asks. ‘Guys from Centrelink are bound to be watching.’

      ‘So you don’t know who I am, do you?’

      ‘What СКАЧАТЬ