Brazil’s World Cup countdown hits discordant note

In a game of word association, Brazil conjures many possibilities. Football. Carnival. Party. Colour. Movement. And, of course, music. Brazilian drums and samba beats that get those hips swinging as only Latino hips can. There’s also The Girl from Ipanema. And let’s not forget Peter Allen’s I Go To Rio or Barry Manilow’s Copacabana. Hey,…

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Fighting racism with dignity and bananas

On Monday, I had breakfast with Adam Goodes. Me and a couple of hundred other people he mostly doesn’t know. Listening to him in conversation with Adam Spencer, I was glad I hadn’t chosen a career in Aussie Rules, or any professional sport, with all the training and the injuries and the diet and the…

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