Babel Fish surfaces what is buried: urgency without hysteria, Indigenous framing without dilution, patterns without conspiratorial spin. When traditional outlets lag — through caution, bias, cycle fatigue, or illusions of neutrality — tools like this broaden the epistemic field. They let those out of phase with dominant rhythms host the conversation and refuse single-beat dominance.

In programming, a call stack is how your computer keeps track of where it is in a program. Every time you call a function, it gets added to the stack. Every time a function completes, it gets removed. LIFO: Last In, First Out.

As a middle-aged bloke living in Perth, Western Australia, one who was diagnosed with ADHD aged 48, I have found myself going back over my life a lot over the past three years. Reflections I have described to a small number of folk as being like standing in a house with a never-ending hallway, which is lined with a never-ending number of doors. Since my diagnosis, I am pleased to reflect on how I have sometimes uncomfortably and confrontationally opened just about all of thes

Earlier today I was standing in the shower in my home in East Fremantle, Western Australia. As the water droplets stimulated the top of my head, my thoughts drifted to the date itself. Australia Day 2026. From there, my thoughts turned further back to Port Arthur, a place I had visited only two weeks ago. Fremantle and Port Arthur. Two places separated by ocean and time. Once joined by purpose. Fremantle and Port Arthur were destinations for convicts deported from England in

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed how the fridges in just about every petrol service station, supermarket shelves, and fast food counters are packed with “food” products that are in actual fact primarily sugar or sugar-variant based, high in ultra-processed formulations (UPFs), and loaded with saturated fats? I saw this pattern first-hand on a recent road trip from Fremantle to Tasmania and back. The trip covered approx 10,000 km and honestly - every servo, supermarke

From the outside, my life can be read as late, interrupted or incomplete: education that never quite tracked, jobs that refused to stabilise, projects that seemed to spiral instead of progressing in straight lines. Inside, the experience is not of absence but of excess: too many patterns, too many connections, too many timelines overlapping in ways that resist tidy sequencing. The problem is not that there is no rhythm, but that the institutional metronome is set to a tempo t