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1 Pioneering Diver Valerie Taylor Helped Film Jaws, Then Spent Her Life Trying to Save Sharks Michael Dulaney , 2022 single work column
— Appears in: ABC News [Online] , April 2022;
1 ABC Podcast CrossBread, about a Christian Youth Group, Resurrects Radio Comedy for the 21st Century Tom Wright , Michael Dulaney , 2020 single work column
— Appears in: ABC News [Online] , August 2020;

'Australian acting legend John Waters started his long career doing voice acting work for ABC Radio comedies in the 1960s.'

1 Letter to a Friend from an Idiot Sandwich Michael Dulaney , 2019 single work prose
— Appears in: The Lifted Brow , December no. 44 2019; (p. 19-22)

'As I write this, I am watching you eat a fillet mignon steak out of a piece of roof tile. !e meat has been carved and sauced beside your table, and garlic bu and er is dripping all down your arm into a little makeshift gutter. I'm about halfway through a compilation video on YouTube: 'ONE HOUR of Gordon Ramsay hating on food.' I've seen all these clips before-many times in fact. Every few weeks or so I think about the time you told a chef his fried codfish tasted like "a breaded condom." My memory lately seems so overwhelmed with information and raw data, yet that one sticks. Let's say I'm writing to you today because you and I have been intimate, in a strange way. It's possible I've seen your deeply-wrinkled forehead more than I've seen the faces of some of my dear friends.' (Publication abstract)

 

1 The End of Dreaming, the Death of the Dreamer Michael Dulaney , 2019 single work criticism
— Appears in: The Lifted Brow , September no. 43 2019; (p. 5-10)

'Whyalla is only four hours drive from Adelaide by way of Australia's Highway 1, but in many ways it exists in a different age to the cosmopolitan boulevards and bucolic hinterlands of the state capital. Some people are born here and never leave until they die. For everyone else there is no seasonal migration, only exodus; sometimes there is a golden year abroad. and e land yields wheat and grain, yet the fields and riverbanks are seeded with heavy metals and contaminants. and e fishing je"y is dilapidated, but it will be rebuilt. A kid can still trade baitfish for snapper among the crowds casting in at dusk.' (Publication abstract)

 

1 Welcome to Country : A Landmark Travel Guide to Indigenous Australia Michael Dulaney , 2018 single work column
— Appears in: ABC News [Online] , June 2018;

'Every year, hundreds of thousands of people from around the world visit sites of natural beauty and significance to Aboriginal people: Uluru Kata Tjuta National Park, Kakadu, the Bungle Bungles in the Kimberley, Cape Yorke.'  (Introduction)

1 Beyond the Bridge to Nowhere Michael Dulaney , 2017 single work essay
— Appears in: Overland , Summer no. 229 2017; (p. 59-64)

'Every morning, around nine, a white truck branded with the letters ‘TLAP’ pulls up to the Flinders View playground on the quiet main street in Port Pirie. The truck is decorated with a bright cartoon of happy kids playing beneath a caption that says ‘Proudly greening, cleaning and washing down the community.’ Two workers in high-vis shirts jump out and retrieve cleaning equipment and a water hose and spend a few minutes spraying and cleaning the plastic slide, the swings and the little green frog see-saw.' (Introduction)

1 Waiting for the Sun : Port Augusta's Search for a Post-coal Identity Michael Dulaney , 2017 single work essay
— Appears in: Griffith Review , no. 55 2017; (p. 44-53)
'Even though I have been lost in the pop-culture megastores of Tokyo, and touched the bronze horns of the Wall Street bull, I never truly appreciated the redemptive power of capitalism until I visited an auction of equipment from a decommissioned coal-power station. It was where I learned there is a legitimate market for 3,000-horsepower motors and semi-used spools of insulated cable. An auctioneer told me a bright-red fire door - ten feet by twelve feet of tempered steel clad with pounded aluminium - was to be repurposed as the entrance to someone's 'man cave'. Whoever had the unenviable job of cataloguing this industrial detritus had alleviated his or her boredom by coming up with sarcastic descriptions for some of the more underwhelming items: 'Divorce Pack' (three fridges, a microwave, two heaters and a cabinet); 'The Trap!!' (a mysterious steel cage contraption); and 'quantity grease tins on wall'. All of this was being sold to clear the way for the demolition of Alinta Energy's brown-coal plant at Port Augusta, a dirty old giant of industry that had sat on the saltbush tip of the Spencer Gulf for six decades. We had come here on a cold Tuesday morning to wander through the carcass of the power plant, which had incinerated enough little brown rocks to power a few thousand homes for something like 65 million hours, and either pay our respects or make out like carrion. One guy, David, whose father had worked at the power station for two decades, had brought his camera to document this piece of local and family history.' (Publication abstract)
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