For the record

I sent these pictures to a local (Trigg) woman who campaigns for green causes, among others.

This was 29 December 2004

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and this was 9 November 2012 (a few weeks ago, iow)

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All the trees have grown, except the pines, strangely. They must be mature. The two outer light poles have disappeared in favour of the central one.

My point is to document this view because the Stirling City Council has passed a resolution to rip out ALL these trees and build a new $5m sports pavilion in that top area. Sport, junior football, takes priority over everything else, including my needs and all principles of conservation. It won’t happen immediately, but it’s scheduled for the next few years.

I’ve written to the council protesting and pointing out, among other complaints, that I asked in 2003 for seats under the trees on the left, in the shade. In 9 years, nothing has been done. The only seat is still in full sun. You can’t sit under the trees except on the ground, which I can’t do. My request is ignored.

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Auspicious Date

You read it here first, folks.

Have you thought about the significance of next Wednesday? It’s 12/12/12. And that’s the last of a dodecade of palindromic dates for a thousand years (nearly).

We’ve had 01/01/01, 02/02/02 etc right through the memorable 11/11/11, and next Wednesday will be 12/12/12.

But that’s the last of them. There can’t be 13/13/13 or any other similar date until the next millennium. We can’t have 21/21/21 or 50/50/50 or any other until 01/01/(30)01.

Makes you think, doesn’t it? What a great time to be living through, from the Sixties through the turn of the millennium to now. Very few in history get to see the turn of a millennium.

It’s also the last time that American dates fall in line with the rest of the world. Almost alone, they use MM/DD/YY, whereas we and most other countries use DD/MM/YY. So 12/12/12 will be the same date in USA as it is here.

Speaking of significant dates:

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Three generations. L-R Dad’s mother, my mother, me, in 1968, the year I turned 21.

Outside the Bennelong Flats in South Perth. It seems both an awful long time ago, and as if it were yesterday. Strange.