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Just in case you missed it earlier on Twitter. Here's media futurist Gerd Leonhard's Sydney presentation.

"The future of content: Open, mobile, connected, collaborative, interdependent"

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Socialnomics:

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Scribbles: Less persona and more smiles for a free tank of petrol.

Sometimes I feel like I might actually not exist at all.

Not the me that's me.

What's out there is just a me generated by collisions at the intersections of human memory, imagination and perception. And there's not much sense in it at all.

How many personas do I have? At least three according to http://personas.media.mit.edu/personasWeb - an online artwork that generates these identity or persona bar charts - yet there's only one Lisa Yallamas in the world - unlike John Smith, of which there are many. It generates one bar chart for John Smith based on all the John Smiths in the world.
 
I heard on the radio coming home from dinner with my mum a story of a woman who smiled at another person while they were filling up their cars at a petrol station.
When she went in to pay she found that the other person - who'd driven away already - had paid for her.
All because of a smile. Isn't that something?
A smile is all that matters sometimes.

Scribbles: Audio portrait. In Unguarded Moments everything plastic vanishes.

When my phone's message bank was full I had to erase old messages and I found messages from my dad who died in April, 2009.
The messages date back a year or so.
A year compressed into three short messages I've kept. 
Stopped me in my tracks to hear his voice again. 
But knocked the wind out of me to hear him well in one and close to death in the next.
His humour, his pain. 
Unguarded moments left on a phone. Nothing plastic.
An audio portrait.

 

 

And to lift the tone of this post a little: 
Here's The Church: In Unguarded Moments:

Scribbles: Bloodbath at the Cauldron where Brisbane Roar drew with the Wellington Phoenix one all.

At half time, Roar were up by a point .
But Phoenix equalized in the second half.
Heated. Yellow cards flying.
 
Play stopped as Roar coach Frank Farina got banished for arguing with the ref who handed Tommy Oar a red card just before he blew the whistle.
 
In the grandstand, there was a "bloodbath" in a carton of chips.
Cartridges of sauce lay on the floor beneath the place where a carton
of hot chips was wiped out no remorse.

 
http://goal.com/en/news/808/australia/2009/08/23/1456109/brisbane-roar-1-1-we...

Scribbles: Inglourious Basterds reviewed in 10-minutes. Best Picture/Best Script 2010.

The last time I wanted to see a movie on the big screen twice was There Will Be Blood. 

It won Best Picture last year which makes me think that maybe Quentin Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds will win next year's Best Picture - and best script!
The storytelling is so elegant - the characters so well drawn that they remain real in my mind.

You'll see why he's cast Melanie Laurent as Shosonna in the scene at the window in the red dress.

"She's gorgeous and dangerous, like a snow leopard that can't be seen by her prey" - you can almost hear him say.
Tarantino's voice is distinct. 
He has painted her on film as Leonardo would've painted her on canvas.
Images flutter across the screen, unfolding the story - and you know, the fact that it's Brad Pitt leading the charge which changes the whole outcome of the Second World War don't matter a damn.

They'll talk about the basement bar room scene like they talk about the Russian Roulette scene in Deer Hunter.
Don't want to ruin it by giving too much away.

But my favourite line belongs to the villain: "Let's talk about ending the war tonight" (or words to that effect).
However, there's nothing that comes close to the astonishing beauty of Tarantino's Kill Bill fight in the snow fight:
I don't think anything will ever match this: 

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If Shakespeare has been reincarnated - he's Quentin Tarantino.

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Scribbles: My wishbone theory's different to the influencers' line.

Who is it that decided that a chicken's breastbone is a wishbone?
Now that's what you call an influencer - the guy who invented this superstition.
"Let's snap a chicken's breastbone and make a wish ..."
 
If you ever find yourself alone with a wishbone what do you do?
Well, you decide that the wish comes true if the bone breaks to the right - or the left.
Or place a bet each way. One wish on the right. One wish on the left. Right?
Doesn't matter. It's just a chicken bone right?
 
I'd like to propose another wishbone theory.
People joke about yoga devotees tying themselves in knots but you know it's actually the opposite it's about untying knots.
The knots that press down on your wishbone and constrict the centre of your chest.
I spend my days locked down at the computer - I don't think I'm even breathing sometimes because my own muscles have compacted into strange and unnatural positions.
Unravelling all those knotted muscles is not easy.
I can spend hours stretching out at the end of the day and in the past year I've developed the wishbone theory - if your shoulders are in front or even in line with your wishbone (your breastbone) - you're in trouble Bub!
It's gonna snap your wishbone if you let it.
Just a theory mind you ... but wishing on a chicken bone ain't gonna fix it.

Scribbles: Ten Pin Bowling Australian champion's tips to success.

George Frilingos is Australia's Number One Ten Pin Bowler but this champion is anonymous in his own country. 

He's a celebrity in Asia where ten-pin bowling is a top-ranked professional sport. 
He's asked for his autograph when he hops off a plane in Asia.
Here he's gone into the business of roof insulation and construction - he's tired of living out of a suitcase.
Forgot to get his autograph - was too excited that I had a blog topic.

So Ten Pin Bowling in Asia is hugely popular - and not just a recreation sport for families. 
In Malaysia, Dubai and Kuwait the prize money is between $20,000 and $40,000.
George has won in the USA, Singapore and Greece.
He'd love to go to the Olympics but it's only been a demonstration sport so far in Korea and the Malaysian Commonwealth Games.

George, who was raised in the north Queensland town of Townsville, developed a theory on success when he was about 20.
And proved it by becoming an international star. He was a police officer before that.
In June at the Melbourne bowling cup he recorded the first televised "perfect game" in Australia - 12 strikes in a row.

Take a look for yourself on Japanese YouTube:  

You want to know his secret to success? He says it's not talent. 
Anyone can become a bowling champion apparently if they conform to his five rules for success in Ten-Pin Bowling.
But I can't help thinking that his logic and analysis works across many different areas of life.
It's not all about practice and talent - it's learning what works and then learning to produce it consistently in your game...
If you want to contact George Frilingos he's on Facebook:

This was a really quick interview: