Powderfinger Thinks Big

One of the best rock bands of all time, Powderfinger, is currently on a farewell tour. I won't devote too many words to just how much they rock; that is self-evident.

What's really impressed me, though, is their advertising. The 'Finger have had their name painted in a lovely, flowing font all over the side of a Jetstar Airbus, in letters ten feet high. Pretty snappy. Attention-grabbing. Modest.

Of course, Powderfinger are more than solvent, but they don't own the plane. It looks like it, though. Very rock and roll.

Perhaps we all should think a bit bigger, in line with that wise and well-worn aphorism about not playing small in the universe, the exact text of which I've forgotten.

So, get your name on a plane. Start with your uncle's Cessna and work your way up. It is the surest sign in this world that you've made it.

Alias: Frank Satyr

The Satyr Has Trouble Walking on Tiles

Welcome to this little outpost of OZTRAILYA, which will one day be gobbled into some sort of globalised Asian hybrid. Nevertheless, in the intervening moons, this Satyr will blow a few notes on his pan flute.

I boldy predict that by 2050, Australia will be Australia in name only. It's fate; I'm learning Chinese. I'm going with the flow.

Meanwhile, there are dollars to be earned, holes to be dug, dollars to be lost, lives to be lived, laughs to be had, other countries to visit and oil to enjoy while it's still in the sub-200s.

So, spin the turbines and punch those keyboards. The International Date Line has a thing for me.

Oh, and I really do want a Porsche. Cayman. Failing that, a bicycle capable of 260 km/h.

Alias: Frank Satyr.