Ozwok - Battle of the Blands

Chef Harunobu Inukai at Galileo Restaurant.

In a testament to the mystery that is feng shwa (?) a colourful Sydney WokSlinger slapped his Kendone Coathanger Tee and says, "Where else we gonna find a City this bent?" Sydney was reluctantly chosen after Gosford's Hautnoshery insisted on real estate as the celebrity ingredient.

Sydney: if I were a WokWalla in Tinkletown, I wouldn't go near the seafood. Considering the the ever-growing pile of compost and dark tunnels, it makes sense to feature the local fungi.

Hmm, Honey'd mushies 'n bush greens - Bang that gong!

Civility is Exognomic

Is there enough room between a hillbilly and a hippy to qualify as an exonome? Yep.
The Flute (personable tv game host) asks the Hard One - "Has blogging changed our lives?". Lordy, that's deeper than my bog's plumbing goes, but it does point to something I've been pondering . . . Do Exonomes (as Brownie nicely defines 'em) see blogs the same way as the Social Elites© - those who don't feel quite so alone in a crowd? Posting is all about cammo paint, anon.com, approval, attention, hypocracy, great ideas, generational wisdom; all the stuff that pub lunches were made for. All available in the greater blogopolis where the entertainers and the audience mix freely and happily mug each other.
To all of us who quietly watch and secretly learn what it is to be civilised, this is a great medium. Each of us has part of the answer and agreement isn't arrived at by voting, but by a negotiated consensus - the better answers come from a holistic view, an eclectic eye - something Exonomes should have a knack for.