Finally, I’ve got my car back. Sixteen months after a “mate” asked to borrow my Mitsubishi Verada wagon, he returned it this morning. Sixteen months!

It’s been a rainy day today so I haven’t inspected it yet, but I’m dreading what I’ll find. He is not known for being clean and tidy, to put it mildly. He says he’s done a cut and polish of the paintwork, and patched some small areas of rust, so we’ll see. He also says he’s done an oil change and new filter, as I asked him to. But he made a big point that it doesn’t use any water – so he never had to put any water in the radiator. That’s not the point – coolant has to be changed at 12 month intervals whether the level is low or not. Coolant is not just water – that green colour means something, it’s additive which is anti-corrosion. It needs to be renewed.

The other point is that when he borrowed it in February last year, 2022, I told him that the rear tyres are worn and probably not legal, and I said I’d want to replace them. “No, don’t worry about it” he said. So for 16 months he’s been driving it, on my insurance, on illegal tyres. He didn’t say he’s replaced them, so I’ll be interested to see what they’re like now.

Bloody hell! If the situation was reversed, if I’d borrowed his car, I would regard it as of the highest importance to return the car in at least as good condition as when I borrowed it, if not better. At least as good! I would never do as he’s done to me. It’s not as if I haven’t been asking for him to return it – I’ve been asking for it back for the last five months.

The result has been months of stress and anxiety for me. Worry about the insurance situation. It’s only on 3rd Party Fire and Theft, meaning that if he had a prang, the other party’s bills would be covered but not mine. Damage to my car would not have been covered. All depending on blame, of course.

So never again. This is not the first time he’s “borrowed” something from me and “assumed ownership” of it, meaning I’ve had to apply pressure to get it back. Well, this is it. No more!

Sun’s out now, so I guess I’d better go and have a look. I’m nervous about it!

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So what did he do about another car? He bought another one of the car that was written off in his prang in February 2022, a Mazda 2 wagon. That’s his third example of the same car. That means he’s got two dead ones parked in his back yard and now he’s bought another one! It’s taken 16 months for him to make up his mind to buy it.

I didn’t ask what he’s paid for it. I’ve been making it explicit for several months that I wanted him to buy the Verada from me, and if he hadn’t taken so long, I would have given him a good price, a big discount. But not now. He always made excuses why he couldn’t buy it from me, so it’s academic now, but grrrrrrr!

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People don’t return calls. I’m waiting on multiple people to call me back, as they said they would, but they don’t.

• Cardiologist – the receptionist didn’t seem able to sort out the appointments schedule, said she’d call me back. That was 10 days ago. No call back.
• A lawyer’s office, for an appointment. I phoned yesterday morning about 10am and I’ve heard nothing back. How long does it take to make an appointment?
• Some news about a delivery for my replacement dishwasher. It’s been nine days since they said they’d call me to arrange a delivery time last week. No call.
• Two mates who I thought were friends, to meet for brekky and coffee. It’s been more than three months since we last met and despite my repeated attempts to arrange a meet-up, I can’t get any answer back. I’m getting the message that they don’t want my company any more. Bloody hell! I try to be pleasant all the time, but I keep getting snubbed.
• It’s taking weeks to get in to see the GP (doctor). I’m in pain!!!! I tried to have a nap just now but I can’t lie on my left shoulder. Changing to my right shoulder doesn’t help. Taking the pain relief tablets that were prescribed a couple of weeks ago doesn’t help.
• Another long-time friend – two weeks ago I phoned her mobile, no answer, left a message, sent an email. No reply, no answer. Don’t people check their messages? Even if she’s away, surely she would get messages?

Get the message? I’m feeling very neglected.

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Re the dive on the Titanic and the loss of the “submarine”: the feeling I have, although I’m very sorry for the loss of those people, is that they were being nosy tourists and deserved what they got. They were being somewhat arrogant, trying to show how intrepid and brave they were. It’s a pity the vessel failed, but it sounds to me that they took too many risks, cut too many corners. They were warned that the vessel had defects. So, BANG! It failed as predicted. I can’t bring myself to feel too sorry for them.

The only consolation is that, as I read, they wouldn’t have known what hit them. As soon as a crack started, it would have been all over within 20 milliseconds or so, faster than it takes for a nerve ending sensation to reach the brain. They wouldn’t have known it had failed. RIP.

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I was always an anti-Brexiter. I groaned when the Poms passed the referendum to leave the European Union. It was the worst act of self sabotage in the history of the UK, a slow form of national suicide for Great Britain. It was crazy!

Sure enough, I would have predicted, grumblings are swelling in Britain. None of the promised benefits are coming to pass. Food is much more expensive, immigration has not slowed down, trade is grinding to a slow halt, it’s much more difficult to do import/export business, London has lost its status as the European banking capital and Britain’s reputation is sliding down the toilet. These are just a few of the negatives. I don’t think there are any positives.

As predicted, British people are starting to realise this, and the grumbles are welling up. Apparently 55% of Brits now regard leaving the EU as a mistake. No kidding.

As well, people are starting to ask, quietly, if it can be reversed. Ho ho ho! It’s only been seven years, but I don’t think the EU citizens will be too keen to let GB back in. Britain proved what many people thought, that Britain is an arrogant, difficult, selfish country, hard to deal with. Really? How can you think that? Tut tut.

I’m afraid GB is going to have to slide down the pole a long way yet before the EU would even begin to entertain the idea of reversing the Brexit process. And even if they did think about it, I think Britain would have to make some very big concessions. Very big.

What a crazy idea it was. Stupid, stupid.

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I’m very sad. I had a conversation with a long time friend last week about many things, but in particular about two things – (1) the referendum to allow an amendment to the constitution for a voice to parliament for Aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders, and (2) the apology that PM Kevin Rudd made to parliament in 2008 for the Stolen Generations (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apology_to_Australia%27s_Indigenous_peoples).

For people who don’t know, number 1 regards a referendum that will be held probably in October this year to insert a change into the Constitution that will allow for the setting up of a committee (a Voice) which will advise the federal parliament on matters affecting Indigenous people.

My friend is adamant that he will be voting No. He does not want this Voice to be heard. I am astounded and saddened. I can not understand how anyone can be so negative, so intransigent. Why? He seems to think this Voice or committee will have too much influence. At least, I think that’s what he thinks. I don’t think he knows what he wants. I don’t think he understands what the referendum means.

He says that he “loves” Aborigines, that he admires them and so on. But he doesn’t want them to be heard except in the way they are now. The problem is, the Aboriginal people are adamant that they are not being heard now.

Life expectancy 20 years below that of white people, many hundreds of deaths in custody (ie at the hands of the police), police brutality, awful rates of preventable diseases, terrible racism …. I can’t see that they are being heard or treated properly.

Yet he doesn’t want them to be heard any more than they are now, which is bugger all. I can’t understand his attitude. To me, it’s racism, pure and simple.

On the second point, the apology for the Stolen Genrations – to explain, up until around 1990, it was common for Aboriginal children to be taken from their parents and farmed out to white (European) families and institutions with the aim of supposedly giving them the chance to grow up as whites, go to white schools and to effectively erase their Aboriginality. Mostly they were prohibited from speaking their own language, forced to speak English only, and to dress and behave as Europeans.

But too often, the environment they grew up in was cruel, with beatings and punishments if they tried to assert their Aboriginality. If they ran away to find their parents or go back to their tribal lands, they would be rounded up, caught and brought back to their white “parents” or ther institutions they were confined to.

Naturally, this caused severe psychological and mental illnesses, distress. Many of these “Stolen” people suffered badly, and still do to this day.

Gradually attudes changed and it was realised the harm this had caused. The previous Liberal-National Party (conservative) governments refused to apologise, mainly with the excuse that they felt it would open the floodgates for law suits for compensation.

But really, this was pure racism. This was white supremacy. This was the attitude that “We only did this with the best of intentions” and we don’t feel we should have to apologise. So the L-NP governments, with that racist prime minister John Howard, took the lead in refusing any apology, despite a massive change in community attitudes in favour of apologising. In the early 2000s thare was a mass march across the Sydney Harbour Bridge to show public solidarity in favour of an apology. Yet Racist-in-Chief PM Howard went as far as actually prohibiting any members of the federal parliamentary Liberal Party from joing the march!!

Finally, in 2008 and with Labor back in power, the new Labor Prime Minister Kevin Rudd made an apology on the floor of the House of Representatives (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apology_to_Australia%27s_Indigenous_peoples). I thought it was dignified and reverential. I was proud to hear it.

Did the sky fall in? Did law suits start flying out of the lawyers’ chambers? Were there marches down Pitt Street demanding this apology be reversed? OF COURSE NOT!

Yet my friend mocks PM Rudd and doesn’t think this apology was right. Calls PM Rudd Elmer Fudd. Ha ha.

I’m very sad for him. He can dress it up all he likes, make any excuses, but to deny this apology is racism, pure and simple. I’m very saddened. It’s shameful.

There’s no doubt in my mind, Australia is still very much a racist country.

Haematuria. That’s a polite way of saying there’s blood in me piss. A lot. This is the third day. This happened a couple of years ago and the GP seemed unconcerned. Sure enough, it stopped after a couple of days. Could I have a kidney stone and not be aware of it? Time will tell.

Meanwhile, it’s too bloody cold for me. My tiny fingers are frozen. Crumbs, it’s only 17C, a balmy summer day in northern hemisphere climates, but it’s too cold for me.

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I’m not a touch-typist and I need to look at the keyboard as I type. But I do make mistakes and I find I instinctively know it when I do. Something just feels wrong and I know I have to look up and correct it. It’s like editing in my head. In addition, I always read my typing back. It’s obvious to me that most Facebook people don’t bother to read what they’ve typed. The errors are so glaring that they can’t possibly have read it back. So careless, so lazy, so slapdash. It’s typical of lazy Australian people, I think.

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I’m not very proud of us as a nation. We do produce some outstanding people in innovation, sport, science and so on, but the laziness, the “near enough’s good enough” attitudes, the slapdash workmanship, the racism, the crudeness, the lack of manners … I could go on.

I remember years ago that a guy in WA was making small ornaments out of welded railway spikes, with bits of rod and nuts and washers welded together, set on a wooden base. They were crude junk, but they sold. I was friendly with a Japanese lady at the time and I remember feeling embarrassed that she would see them. I didn’t want her to think that it was all we could do.

I compared them to the beautiful craftsmanship of Japanese artisans in their wood carvings, lacquer work, masks, calligraphy, costumes, dolls, swords and knives and so on. A Japanese craftsman would laugh at those rough, crude junky ornaments being produced in WA. Actually, he absolutely would not laugh, Japanese are too polite to do that.

This is a metaphor for much of the work we produce in Australia. Yes, there are shining examples of top level work, but most of the “stuff” we produce is just that – stuff, rubbish.

It’s very noticeable to me that most of the examples of outstanding work here, in whatever field, art, sculpture, architecture and so on, are done by immigrants. People from Britain, Italy, Scandinavia, other parts of Europe. They might live in WA or elsewhere in Australia, but their talent comes from their countries of origin, not from Australia.

I’m also pretty tired of programs about what a great nation of inventors we are, with the old saws about the stump jump plow and the Hills Hoist. I will give credit to a few innovations like the polymer bank notes and the Cochlear implants, but show me something on the scale of the Boeing 747 or the Concord or the F-22 fighter aircraft, or a thousand other British, American or Japanese inventions. We don’t work on the same level.

This will be controversial.

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I notice the next financial debacle is developing, courtesy of Malcolm Turnbull, “The man who trashed Australia’s broadband fibre-optic network”.

This is the man who, as minister for communications and the man who thinks he understands technology, had to change things about the NBN when the Liberals got into power in 2014 just so he had a point of difference from the previous Labor government, the visionary innovators of the scheme.

Yes, it was going to be expensive and it was taking a long time to develop, but Turnbull wanted it done faster and cheaper. So he made major changes that have rendered it to be a sub-standard network, compared to the rest of the world. New Zealand had gigabit (1,000Mb/s) fibre, country wide, years ago. We still don’t have it! Australia ranks something like 37th in the world in internet speed rates.

Anyway, his other big idea was Snowy pumped hydro. Build (dig) tunnels through the Snowy Mountains linking high and lower level existing dams, and pump water up to the top level dams in the day time using solar power, letting it speed down these new tunnels at night to drive the turbines lower down.

In theory, it works. But as usual, the costings and the time scales were way off the mark. I think the initial cost estimate was around $2 billion, with completion around 2026, and five years later the cost has already blown out to around $10bn with completion maybe 2030.

The project is currently stalled, with one of the tunnel boring machines stuck in a tunnel only about 100m in. It seems no-one realised there was a soft sandy deposit above, which collpased on the machine. now they’re trying to dig it out. What an embarrassment.

I’ve also read that the financials just don’t add up. The initial costings didn’t include the cost of the new transmission lines to get the extra power from the Snowy Mountains to Sydney and Melbourne.

As I said, it’s just another debacle to the credit of egomaniac politicians.

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One Aussie thing I will take my hat off to is Utopia, the ABC-TV program at 8pm on Wednesday nights, made by Working Dog Productions and starring Rob Sitch.

What a fabulous program! If you haven’t seen it, it’s a send up (but without a laugh track) of a fictitious government department, the Nation Building Authority (NBA). It’s filled with characters based on observations of the way real government departments operate. Only a few of the characters have any ability – the rest just get by, or their blunders are not noticed. Rob Sitch plays the head of the authority, constantly battling to inject rationality into the crazy ideas of politicians and other wannabe power trippers. It’s brilliant!

Many people who have worked in government comment that it’s like an operations manual, an eye-in-the-sky for the real life in government departments. One or two competent people constantly battling the hangers-on, the egomaniacs, the time servers and wasters. Sigh.

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I’ve just finished watching a Netflix series called The Days. It’s Japanese made with dubbed dialogue, about “the days” after the 2011 Fukushima earthquake and subsequent nuclear power station meltdowns. It’s a true story and it’s still going on. It’s not over, by a long shot.

There are eight 1hr episodes and it’s a drag to watch. It’s very well made, showing the devastation that the earthquake produced in the power plants, but it’s so s-l-o-w. I thought about giving up a few times, but I watched it all.

What it showed is the incompetence of many of the politicians, heads of government departments and engineers. Many of them didn’t know the answers when asked questions and just sat there with their mouths open.

But what made it especially slow was the long silences between speakers. Sometimes the characters took 10, 15, 20 seconds of slack jawed silence in the dialogue. Was this real? Is this the way Japanese speak? It got very tiresome.

The thing is, this is real, this is ongoing even now in 2023. The fuel rods in the reactors really were exposed when the cooling water pumps failed due to loss of electrical power and started to melt through the concrete containment vessels. No kidding. The only way they can keep it cool even now, 12 years later, is to use sea water to cool them. The result is that the sea water becomes contaminated with radioactivity and has to be stored in giant tanks.

The problem now is that they’ve run out of storage. They don’t have room for more tanks, so they are going to have to release huge amounts of this radioactive water into the sea again.

Naturally, this is causing huge controversy, but what choice do they have? There is no other way. They are banking on the dilution of the ocean to solve the problem. It may be OK, but I wouldn’t be buying any fish caught off the NE coast of Japan for the next few decades.

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I’ve just read an item in last weekend’s newspaper that set me back on my heels. Like many people I’ve stopped using cash, coins and notes, in my everyday life. I haven’t used an ATM in several years, I couldn’t pay the lawn mowing man last week because I don’t have any notes/change.

But something I hadn’t thought of is that this is killing busking. You know, street performers who ask for donations ino their “hat” as they make music or dance or whatever on the footpath outside shops. The trouble is, people don’t have coins or cash any more to donate. Wow, I hadn’t thought of that.

Nice day, if a little cool, 18degC. But wow, I wished for rain last week and wham! We’ve had rain. We’re only nine days into June and already we’ve exceeded our average for the month. And cold to go with it! I’m sure people from really cold climates would laugh at my complaints, but it feels cold here.

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One of the casualties of my kitchen ceiling collapse in February was the dishwasher. It just started making a lould hum when I turned it on, and the repair guy said it would cost more than the price of a new one to fix. So this beautiful piece of machinery, made in Germany (Miele) is rendered worthless, junk. It’s criminal the way companies plan for obsolescence. It’s a beautifully built stainless steel machine, simply needing a new motor, but no, can’t be done. I cry.

Anyway, the insurance company, NRMA, accepted that its demise was caused by water and insulation getting into the motor and agreed to replace it. Whacko! A rare win in the insurance game.

So I’m just waiting on the repair guy to get back to me about installing the new one and how to dispose of the “old” one. I’ve been thinking about the logistics of how to manouver these big devices when it comes time. Luckily my floor is all big ceramic tiles, so I can just slide the boxes around. I’ve got a big sheet of cardboard in the garage to slide it on. On the other hand, the installation guy will probably make it easy. No need for me to worry about it.

I’ve specified that I want a white one, not stainless steel. S/s shows fingerprints, whereas white devices clean up with a quick wipe if needed.

I’ve been without it for four months now and I sure miss it. I don’t use many dishes and pots and pans, only needing to wash up about once a week, but the dishwasher does such a great job, especially getting glassware so completely clean. Hand washing doesn’t do such a good job.

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Damn, hard drives! I’ve got all my Europe 2008 photos and especially video clips, around 1,000 of them, stored on two hard drives, and both of them have died! One is completely silent and stone cold, so I think the disc motor has died, not the discs themselves. That means the data should be recoverable in a clean room.

But my “backup” drive is making the ominous clicking sounds, which means the heads are searching for data and not finding it, hence the repeated back and forth clicking. It’s possible that it may be recoverable, but I doubt it.

I have a full pro backup program that backs up my C drive at 9am each weekday morning to another drive. This is mainly so that if I’m ever subjected to a “ransomware” attack, where your C drive is locked up by a hacker until you pay to have it unlocked, I can just tell them to take a running jump, reformat my drive and restore all my stuff.

Of course, what happens if my backup drive containg the C-image fails. Maybe I should have a backup of my backup. This gets crazy. I have complete copies of my “Images” folder (10,000+ images) and my “Music” folder (1,000+ CDs) on solid state drives sitting on my bookshelves, but again, SSDs can and do fail. maybe I should have backups of those? As I said, crazy.

I’ve been thinking about getting a multi-disk RAID array, where the failure of any one disk in a group of three or four can be rebuilt once the dead drive is replaced. But the enclosure costs around $450 and each drive costs about $100, so it mounts up. One o’these days, Norton, one o’these days.

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My headline title for this post refers to my history of having to deal with dragons, that is, females. While going through old documents the other day, I came across my documentation of the hell I went through from 2006 to 2008 with my female next-door neighbour in the Trigg house. I shouldn’t have read it all, but I did and it upset me all over again. What a pity it was. I used to have aneighbour who was a PhD in psychology, very intelligent, I mean. For several years we got along great, talking over the fence, doing each other favours. I even got to know her father until he died.

But around 2006 she changed. She busted up with her girlfriend (yes, she was gay) and seemed to throw herself into her work as compensation. But she overdid it. I could see the fatigue in her face. She was drooping. From then on, for some reason I became the enemy. She wanted a high fence between us, so no more over-the-fence chats. The fence became a huge limestone wall extending up to the front property line, completely enclosing her house.

But in having this “Berlin wall” built, she wanted me to pay half the cost, which was going to be around $2,500 as my “share”.

I had never agreed to this wall being built, I hated it, and as I had no contract with the wall builder, I only paid him $500 as my half of a “sufficient fence”, i.e. the cost of a Colorbond fence. She refused to pay the wall builder the full cost of the wall, which meant he came after me for the $2,500. I refused, saying I had paid my share and I had never agreed to this monstrosity. That led to him putting a debt collector onto me, and I had to see a lawyer for a “cease and desist” letter, at a cost of around $120.

This infuriated her and she started accusing me of shifting dirt to the nature strip on the other side of the road; she wrote to the Stirling council about it, accusing me and telling them that I was sick. She made threats against my dog. She came to my front door in full confrontation mode, and when I refused to listen, she shouted at me through my window. She wrote a pseudo “legal agreement” and demanded I sign it, which I refused to do. It was nearly three years of hell. This was a woman scorned. I became afraid of her.

Luckily in 2008 she disappeared. She seemed to have sold up or something and I never saw her again, which was fine by me. There’s a LOT more to this story. You wouldn’t credit it.

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Model railways – I keep buying bits, but will I ever make a start on actually building? I’m beginning to wonder. I’ve got boxes and boxes of bits. I’d guess I’ve bought around $3,000 worth of stuff, and I’m wondering if I should just sell it all to one of the many companies that advertise that they want to buy collections, and quit the game.

But to do that I need to catalogue it all, and that’s a huge job in itself. I don’t even know what I’ve got and what it’s worth. Maybe if I stopped wasting time writing blogs like this.

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I’m not sure if I mentioned this, but – The Diplomat on Netflix. What a magnificent show!! Only eight episodes unfortunately, but it ended in a cliff hanger so I hope for a second series.

It’s about a female US ambassador to “the Court of St James”, i.e. the UK. Her husband accompanies her and as he’s a former ambassador himself, he has expertise, but he’s at a loss as to how he fits in. He has no official role but he can’t help sticking his oar in at times. Sometimes successfully, sometimes blundering. There’s a monumental argument between him and his wife on one occasion.

But the thing is, the dialogue is fast, intelligent, believeable, erudite. The characters are charismatic, appealing, even though it seems as if the writers felt the need to conform to current ideas of diversity, in colour, race and sexuality. It doesn’t intrude.

But as I said, the dialogue is crackling good. I was so entralled that I was watching two one hour episodes in succession, unable to switch off. It’s a magnificent program. More, please.

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I’m hoping I might get my Mitsubishi Verada back “sometime soon”. I lent it to a friend after he had a crash in his car, but that was in February last year! He’s had it for over 16 months and seems reluctant to return it. Yet although I’ve asked him several times to either return it or buy it, he doesn’t do either.

I’ve got him to reimburse me for the registration and insurance that I continue to pay out, but I’m upset and worried. When he took it away last year, I knew the rear tyres were well worn, almost certainly illegal then, and I offered to get them replaced, but he waved me away. She’ll be right he said. Well, if there was an accident, she wouldn’t be right! The insurance wouldn’t pay out. It wouldn’t matter so much about my car as it’s only worth around $4,000, but damage to the other party wouldn’t be covered and that could be tens of $thousands. That would come back on me as I’m the licenced owner. Grrrr.

As well, this friend is not the tidiest or most fastidious person and I shudder to think what the condition of my car is like after 16 months of his use as his work car.

So I’ve put it to him that he has to make a decision: either buy it or return it. But if he returns it, I want it to be in the same or better condition than when he took it. I suspect he won’t be able to match that. The thing is, I want to sell it and I feel it’s suffered 16 months of depreciation in his hands. It’s not worth as much as it was at the beginning of last year, and so who bears that loss? Grrrrrrrr!

Fourth day of winter and it’s a clear, cloudless blue sky outside, around 18C. I hear rain is coming and the wind is stirring the leaves a bit, but we’re well below average in rainfall for the year so far. More please. *see below!

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Another magnificent photo:

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Long time no posting, sorry. I’m still suffering from pain, which takes the pleasure out of everything. Right side torso this time. Sharp needle pains, with a nagging dull ache just below the right breast. I have to use the “pain patches”, which help tremendously, but they only last a week and after I remove each one, the relief lasts a week and the pain comes back again. Thank goodness I have them available.

I had a CAT scan and an MRI scan late last year which covered the whole chest, obviously, and no problems were seen. The needle pains are random in location, even extending to my fingers and thumb occasionally, so there’s no precise location. I guess it’s just gettin’ older.

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I’ve just made a comment on The On-line Photographer web site (www.theonlinephotographer.typepad.com) after the owner, Mike Johnston, wrote a piece praising a book which philosophises that there should be no political parties. I wrote:

“I think it’s human nature to form groupings or teams. Very rarely do we do things in isolation, hence teams become parties. A solitary politician can’t achieve much, if anything.

“It’s akin to something close to my heart, unionism. I just can’t believe it would be better for every worker to negotiate alone with the groups or teams (or unions) of managers.

“Every aspect of society forms teams or groups, including employers. Lawyers, doctors, judges, and yes, employers, form teams or groupings or ‘societies’ to argue their case coherently. So should unions of employees. It’s obvious why the modern day ‘robber barons’ are so against unions – it’s divide and conquer in action.

“So to circle back to the point, I can’t see government working without parties. Sooner or later parties would form, like planets coalescing from dust.”

I often think, regarding unions and the bosses’ arguments that all workers should negotiate their wages and conditions individually, that I can think of very, very few aspects of life and sociey where we don’t work as part of a team. Or to put the opposite, that it’s better to work as an individual. Nearly all people, whether employee or employer, works as part of a group or team.

I try to think of anyone who doesn’t belong to a team, and all I can think of is a few creative occupations like painting, writing, literature if you like. Although even those turn to teams if the person wants his/her work shown to a large audience. A writer has to have a publisher or be part of the team which publishes writing, be it just books or newspapers or magazines. Everything needs teamwork to thrive.

So, no, political parties will form whether we like it or not. Just as animals form herds. Even the solitary lion forms a team with a female to raise cubs.

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My kitchen ceiling repairs are finally done, thank goodness. A guy came a few weeks ago to install insulation in the roof space, and now I’ve got a dimmer on the kitchen downlights and that is almost that. I’m only waiting on the insurance company, NRMA, to approve the replacement of the dishwasher. I have sent the repairer’s letter through to them, saying its demise was caused by water and rockwool getting into the motor, and I’ve sent a reminder, but although they acknowledge receipt, I haven’t heard anything more yet. They’ve been good so far so I’m not too worried. I’m sick of washing dishes by hand, though. Not that I do it much.

On the other hand, I am fed up and ropeable about the mattress I bought last year. AH Beard, remember that brand and don’t buy it! I don’t think they know how to make mattresses.

After I complained in January that it was too soft, they took the mattress back and “remade” it to a firm setting. At first, that seemed to fix the problem. But it’s reverted to almost the same problem – insufficient support at the edge and a ridge down the middle, such that I feel as if I’m sliding off. I think this has only occurred after I got the mattress back from the repairs.

I’ve stayed silent up to now because they never sent me a bill for the re-work, but I’m thinking of getting stroppy again and demanding my money back. I’ll tell them that I don’t think they know what they’re doing.

Luckily I’m sleeping well and I hardly move when I sleep, so I only notice the problems when I’m just settling down for the night. But, grrrrr!

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I’ve been doing a lot of work on the MyHeritage web site on my family tree and I’ve got the Croft side going back as far as William Croft 1393 – 1434. In the line are several Baronets, i.e. members of the House of Lords in Britain. All were associated or lived in Croft Castle, Herefordshire, and the baronetcy and knighthoods were hereditary for a few centuries. There were many sons, though, so where the inherited titles went is very obscure.

I must admit I’m sad that my branch of the tree ends with me. Having never married, I have no offspring so that’s that. They heavily push the sale of DNA testing and so far I’ve resisted, but at $87 maybe I should give it a go.

I was never into ancestry, but I must admit I’m chuffed to have got this far. I think this is all I need, though. They’ve sent me advice that my subscription will automatically renew this month for $345, but that’s too expensive. I’m sure I only paid about $85 last year. I’m trying to work out how to stop the auto-renewal. It’s not easy!

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Wow, what a fascinating outcome in the trial of Ben Roberts-Smith, that giant of an SAS soldier (6ft 6 inches tall and a bundle of muscle). He sued three newspapers for defamation when they published articles about his and his platoon’s exploits in Afghanistan ten or more years ago. It’s exloded in his face – he lost the case and has been labelled a war criminal, murderer and bully. He’s a Victoria Cross winner, but it’s possible he’ll lose it and possibly face further criminal trial. It’s been a bombshell of a case, probably as bad as anything he faced in the war zone. Wow.

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Damn, it looks as if the battery in the Peugeot has died. It won’t take a charge. Last time this happened was in the Honda and the RAC guy used one of his big capacity batteries to “dump” a charge into it. It worked and I’ve had no trouble since. I hope he might be able to do the same with the Pug’s battery.

A friend helped me get the rear number (licence) plate off so I can take t to the police licencing centre to get a new plate for the front. I lost the front plate a few months ago. You have to present the other plate to prove ownership to get a new one. Trouble is, I believe the licencing centre is slow, choked up with queueing and I’m scared to go there as I can’t stand for long. Oh well, gotta try. Gotta get a move on – the car is becoming covered in spiderwebs from standing unused for too long.

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I spoke too soon – the clouds are rolling over and the wind’s picking up. Our blue sky day is transitioning to rain. I asked for it and now we’re going to get it, but hooray anyway. I’ve just got my washing down off the line so it will miss out on the rainwater rinse this week. 🙂

Aaaah, another warm 26degC day in our Indian summer, 18 days into autumn and only a couple of weeks away from the start of winter. The seasons have definitely shifted – summer starts later, i.e. well into December, and as I say, it stays warm right through autumn. As well, Perth used to be a really windy city. I hated it.

I really noticed the difference when I went overseas, how calm it was. What’s happened is that the wind band called the Roaring Forties, which used to stretch up over the lower half of the state, has shifted south. That’s fine by me, because as I say, it’s much calmer here now, but it also means we don’t get as many of the rain bearing cloud fronts driven across the lower south west of WA, so less rain.

This happened quite suddenly, 1977 in fact. I clearly remember going on a trip to England in about April that year, and talking to people in pubs about the fact that it hadn’t rained in Perth for four months. Four months! To a Pom, that was remarkable. Or maybe they were just humouring me. Yeah, I think so.

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Di’ja watch the coronation? I’ll confess that even though I’m a confirmed republican, even being a member of the ARM, the Australian Rupublican Movement, I still love the pageantry, the colour and the music of the British ceremonies. I started watching when the broadcast started at 3pm our time on the Saturday, and I stayed with it right through to the end at around 11pm our time. I’m almost embarrassed to say it, but I loved it. In fact I even recorded an edited highlights program, 1h 40m long, and I’ve watched about half of that. What a soft headed fool I am.

I couldn’t help noticing how soft and vulnerable Charlie looked. He didn’t have much to do so all he could do was sit there and keep his mouth shut, which he did. It was also very noticeable how much lower Camilla ranked in the proceedings. Although she can’t complain, going from commoner to Queen, she was definitely an “accessory after the fact”.

One point was that, being a fan of George Frideric Handel’s music, I’ve heard Zadok the Priest scores of times, but I didn’t realise how important it is in these royal ceremonies. Handel lived from 1685 to 1759 so the piece was written and performed after the time of Charles the 1st, (1600 to 1649). It has been performed at every coronation since then.

Did you know that Handel and Johan Sebastian Bach were contemporaries? Both were born in 1685 in Germany but moved to London, which was very much a centre of classical music then. Handel’s middle name is Frideric, by the way, not Frederick.

Of course, Shakespeare had lived around that time too, 1564 to 1616, so London was rich with literature and music.

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I’m having trouble typing this piece. My computer is really struggling, and it’s a poerful computer. I’m converting six video clips that I downloaded from YouTube from .MKV format to .MP4 format and it’s using all eight cores of my CPU flat out. Everything else is being slowed down under the load. The software tells me there’s 3h and 20mins to go. It’s been going for 40 mins so far. I’m wondering if I should drop one or two of the pieces and do them later.

They’re clips of the UK ceremonial military bands and troops marching for Charlie’s coronation. I’m doing it because I love this marching music and because a friend is coming tomorrow and he’s bringing some of his slide shows to watch on my 4K Ultra Hi-def TV.

I’m hoping to persuade him to get one or more of his three sons to come here and help me with some of the physical stuff I’m doing. I find I’m struggling these days. I find it very hard to get down low and I’m at constant risk of tripping and falling. I tire very easily too. I’m sleeping ten hours a night and another hour or two during the day too. That’s not good.

I have many small jobs to do, but I’m struggling to do them. I need help. I’ll offer things in exchange. I have a lot of electronic stuff to give away.

in fact, surprisingly, my friend said all his sons are converts to film photography. One has even bought a vintage Hasselblad. That’s an expensive camera, even used!

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I think my kitchen ceiling repairs are finally finished, after three months! A guy came this morning (at 7:15am!) to install some insulation in the ceiling to replace the “blow-in” rockwool that was lost in the leak.

I think that completes the work, at last. It’s not as nice as it used to be, but it can’t be helped. The kitchen LED down-lights are flush with the timber panels, instead of being recessed, but no-one who wasn’t familiar with the way it was would notice. They’re on a dimmer now, so that’s good. I wasn’t aware – in my day (say 20-30 years ago), a dimmer was a separate switch panel, but now it’s a snap-in replacement for the switch in a standard switch plate. You still need to be an electrician to swap the wires over, but apart from that it’s two minute job. Easy. I didn’t know that.

The insurance company, NRMA, are willing to accept that the demise of my dishwasher was caused by the water and rockwool insulation getting into the motor, and will add it onto the payout. Good one! I’ve been quite pleased with NRMA’s insurance coverage – they’ve done it all. I’m quite happy. Recommended.

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Beautiful days at the moment, highs of 22 – 25degC. Not much rain this week, but we had some ripper showers last week. It’s going to be a wet weekend coming up, though the more rain the better.

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I’m writing this at 5am – I’m having terrible sleep problems these days. Restless legs! It’s awful! I don’t know if you’re aware of it but at night, I just cannot resist moving my legs and tightening my leg muscles, while clenching my glutes (buttocks). The result is that I just can’t lie still. I’m writhing around in the bed.

The result is that I have to get up and do stuff on the computer until it goes away, usually 4 or 5am. I then sleep until 9am or 10am, or even later. It’s a complete waste of the morning.

I don’t know of any cure for the condition. I’m taking magnesium already, for cramps, but it doesn’t help this. Dr Google is no help. I’ve been given a list of specialists in Perth, but I feel it will just cost me a big fee for no real help. Reluctant.

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I really enjoy the time at the computer, though. There’s a guy in New Hampshire, USA, called Waldo, who runs a Youtube channel called Waldo’s World. Although his day job is as a computer specialist (programming, mainly), he dovotes all his spare time buying and fixing cars, tractors, trucks and earth moving equipment on his enormous block on the woods.

He seems to be completely self taught in all his wrenching and mechanic work, and he also makes things in steel, ranging from a broken part for a car, to making a ginormous gooseneck trailer.

He’s a self taught welder and it’s fascinating to see how he develops and welds bits together. It’s inspiring.

I’m a follower of several Youtube channels, such as Rainman Ray, a motor mechanic, and a couple of model railway guys. The only problem is that some of these guys are so boring that I have to just pick the eyes out of their presentations.

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Speaking of model railways, I’ve been collecting all the necessary bits and pieces for around six years so far. Obviously I need track, and I bought a box of track all those years ago. The long box has been sitting on a shelf in the garage all this time, and when I calculated how much track I’ll need, I realised I was a bit short, so I ordered another box (of 30 x 1m lengths), cost $237.

But surprise, surprise, last week I moved the box in the garage and there was another box hidden behind it! Unopened. That’s great – it means I can do anything I like, any design, and I have plenty of track to do it now that I have three boxes of 30x1m. I foresee a winding mountain track, perhaps.

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Uh oh. I said last week that I tried to start the Peugeot and it seemed as if the battery was weak or flat. Well, I’ve had the battery on charge for three days now and it doesn’t seem to want to take the charge. It’s only flashing the charge light weakly and measures only around 6V. I hope it’s not completely dead.

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The images above show two cans of a non-alco mixed drink. Note that the ring pulls are unbroken, i.e. the cans have not been opened. But one of the cans is empty and the other is only about 1/3 full. Yet another example of deceptive packaging.

Here’s another:

Look at the size of the box, compared with the size of the contents. There’s no reason to make the box so much bigger, to allow for “settling” as they say. It’s just another example of short measure, ripping us off. I’m sick of it.

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It’s now nine weeks since the ceiling collapse and I’m still waiting on the repairers. They’ve been out once, to measure up and work out what to do, but that was three weeks ago and I’m still waiting. They are supposed to come today, Wednesday, to do the work.

UPDATE: it’s 10.15am and they turned up at 7.15am as promised. They’re working on the new ceiling now. It’s all good so far.

I give NRMA Insurance credit – they’ve phoned and emailed me a couple of times to ask how it’s going. They phoned me yesterday to enquire and I told the lady nothing’s happened. She said they’d get onto the repairers.

However, she asked me if I want to claim for the glassware and crockery that was broken when the panel fell on the sink. I said no, I don’t even know what was broken and it wasn’t enough to worry about.

But I took the opportunity to say that my dishwasher has died, unfixable, and I feel it was caused by water and rockwool insulation from the ceiling getting into the dishwasher motor.

That’s fine, she said, she’ll just add the cost of a new machine onto my claim. No trouble. They just want a report from the repairer. Whacko! That saves me about $1,000 for a new machine. That’s a good result.

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I’ve been watching Netflix lately and one program in particular, The Diplomat. WOW! This has to be one of the best shows I’ve seen in years.

It’s about a woman who’s sent to London to be the US ambassador to the UK. Working out of the US embassy in London.

The complication is that she has her husband along with her. He’s also been a US ambassor to some other country in the past, and he seems to be a spare in this posting. He doesn’t know whether to speak up or just be a “wife” to his wife. It’s complicated.

The storyline is that there’s a very bad attack against one of the UK’s aircraft carriers in the Arabian Gulf. They suspect Iran, and the UK prime minister wnats to launch a revenge attack, but then evidence appears that it wasn’t Iran afterll, and things get very complicated and very dangerous. It’s a fascinating and complex story. All set in magnificent rooms in London and Paris.

This has to be one of the best Netflix series I have ever seen. It’s magnificent. It’s only eight episodes and it ends in an ambiguous way, implying that there’s more to the story. I hope so.

I’m also re-watching the Attorney Woo Young-Woo for a second time. I watched it about a year ago and it’s definitely worth watching again.

It’s a South Korean series, about a young woman called Woo Young Woo, who is autistic, but has a photographic (eidetic) memory and graduated Summa Cum Laude from Seoul University in law. She’s able to recall masses of text and images from the law texts and wins many cases in this way.

I don’t know if the actress playing the role is autistic herself, but it’s a magnificen performance. Good enough for me to watch the whole series again.

It’s 11.30am on Thursday 20 April 2023 and this is the eclipse at very near totality. There’s a greyness when I look outside and a slight chill in the air. It’s almost totally silent, and the wind has dropped to stillness. No birds are cheeping either. It feels eery.

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I did a long drive yesterday, from my place in Butler, “way oop north” 45km north of the city, to Rockingham, about 35km south of the city. Why? I chose to go there to see a specialist physician, in her suburban office. Just because I felt like a long drive.

But the road works along the freeway! Holy smoke, will they ever finish? This freeway (we’ve only got one 🙂 ) has been under change for the last three years, at least. It never seems to end. I was down to slower than walking pace at one point.

I was going to take the Peugeot, despite its missing front number plate, but when I went to start it, “click” and I got just a bunch of warning lights. No go. I hope it’s only a flat battery. I haven’t been driving it lately due to the missing number plate, but I started it and ran it in the garage a couple of weeks ago without trouble. I hope the battery only needs a charge and is not dead. It’s in the boot, and is a bit difficult to get leads onto.

By the way, the specialist physician’s fee for about a 45 mins consultation was $390. Ugh! Medcare pays $245 of that, so that helps.

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Therefore I took the Honda MDX and as always, it was smooth and trouble free. It’s a 3.5 litre V6 with fuel injection, twin OHC, 4 speed automatic, with cruise control. Unfortunately it weighs over 2 tonnes so it’s no sports car. I ended up with 14.9 l/100km, not great.

The aircon needs regassing too. Not that I needed it. It was a beautiful 26deg day, with a cloudless sky.

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“Amid the incessant cries of budget constraints we lose sight of the fact we are one of the wealthiest countries in the world.

“We can somehow afford the stage-three tax cuts, hundreds of billions on submarines, generous capital gains tax concessions on investment properties, billions of dollars in fossil fuel subsidies and we can afford not to tax windfall profits. But we can’t afford to look after Australians who need our support.”

These are the words of Senator David Pocock, an independent in federal parliament with a platform of action on climate change, and other social needs.

Exactly! For the life of me, I cannot see why we should be using taxpayer money to subsidise fossil fuel companies! The stage three tax cuts refers to a scheme brought in by the previous conservative government (“the rich man’s friends”) to reduce taxes on the wealthiest people in the country. Why should we? They tax-dodge their way out of paying tax anyway. If you’re a millionaire in Australia, paying tax is optional. There are so many “clever” accountants finding loopholes in the taxation act that even the cost of hiring the tax avoiding accountant is deductible. It’s obscene.

The “windfall profits” refers to fossil fuel, coal and gas companies vastly increasing their profits from the big increases in commodity prices due to the war in Ukraine and the sanctions against Russia. Yet, somehow taxing these windfall profits is too hard. I’m fed up with this.

The fact is that the Reserve Bank’s increases in interest rates to control inflation are crushing the poorest people, the ones who can least afford it. People on $150k and above don’t notice these interest rate increases. All it means is that they earn more interest on their savings and investment accounts.

Grrrrrrr!

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At 12.10pm we’re well past totality of the eclipse:

It looks as bright as normal outside now. It only got dim in Perth, not the near total darkness they would have seen in Exmouth. Oh well, the next eclipse is a few years away. I’ll see it again then.

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There’s a lot of discussion about monochrome cameras lately. Monochrome? This is where the sensor has its colour filters removed, so that it only produces black and white images (and all the greys in between, of course).

Pentax has just released such a camera, the K-3 Mk III Monochrome.

To me, this is an exceedingly beautiful camera, but for it to be incapable of capturing colour information? You must be crazy. The price is USD$2,300 (~A$3,400) by the way.

Yet my favourite photo blogger, Mike Johnston of The On-line Photographer regards this as very desirable. I own a Pentax K-5:

It’s one of my favourite cameras (I have about 11 digital cameras! Plus four film cameras 🙂 ), although it doesn’t get much use due to its size and weight, especially when I carry the extra lenses I have for it. I have:

• Sigma 10-20mm (= 15-30mm in 35mm film terms)
• Sigma 28-135mm (= 42-200mm)
• Pentax 12-45mm (= 18-67mm)
• Pentax 55-200mm (= 82-300mm)
• Sigma 120-400mm (= 180-600mm)
• Pentax 50mm (= 75mm)
  
  This represents a heavy bag, so I rarely carry the first and last Sigma lenses. They are heavy!
  
  Anyway, I’m waffling. I was out driving yesterday (Wednesday) and around 5pm I was driving through a smoky haze, from burning off. It was very beautiful, with soft shadows and warm colours.
  
  I was driving through the Kwinana industrial area and I spied a huge white oil storage tank, you know, those enormous round pots with a spiral ladder up the side.
  
  So this one looked creamy white, with a red logo of some kind on the side. The shadows were bluish. I instantly recognised it as “a picture”! But the traffic was such that I couldn’t stop. In any case, I didn’t have my camera with me, except for my phone camera. So I lost the shot. Damn.
  
  It occurred to me last night that if I had the software called Dall-E, I could generate that picture by artificial intelligence, just by describing it in words. Lawdy, what’s the world coming to?

For my foreign readers, the title is Aussie Strine for “Did you have a good weekend?”

Easter’s been and gone. I’m not religious, although I do wonder at the mystery of the story of Jesus and the crucifixion. I find it easier to believe that a scientific explanation exists. A bright star appears in the sky – a supernova. A virgin birth – pregnancies can have strange causes. A guy grows up doing good things – is that so strange? Miracles? To a primitive people, many things would seem miraculous. And so on.

I find it easier to believe that Jesus was a space born visitor from another civilisation. He could have been carrying knowledge and instruments that could perform miracles, by the standards of the time.

The miracle I see is that this story has endured for 2,000 years and still exerts such a strong influence, even today in this age of science and technological “magic”.

What makes me angry is that there is so much conflict between the different religions. Even Christians fight among themselves – Catholics versus Protestants. The hatred between Sunni versus Shi’ite Muslims. The warfare between Muslims and Christians. And on and on ….

I reject religion! It has caused more deaths and suffering throughout history than any other cause. I don’t need it and I don’t want it.

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It always rains at Easter. That’s been my mantra for as long as I can remember, and it’s been fulfilled again this Easter. We got a lot of rain this afternoon. Good! Happy day! We need all we can get.

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I’ve been spending a lot of time adding details to my family tree on the MyHeritage web site, and it’s paying off. There are more than 670 ancestors and current family members. Remember that each of us has two parents, and each parent had two parents, and each had two … it goes on and on.

What I’ve found most interesting lately is that one of my ancestors on Dad’s side, the Croft side, was Sir James Guerin Croft, MP, Lord Deputy of Ireland:

The couple at bottom right, Ernest Carrington Croft and Doris Arabelle Greentree were Dad’s parents, my grandparents. So there’s the line, from 1518 through to now, seven generations. I’m trying to find the earlier links, before 1517. I’ll get there.

On Mum’s side, the name Lawrie is very strong, from Scotland, from around 1719 so far.

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I’m not feeling very well these days, hence the absence of blog posts. Always tired, always feeling “a bit” sick, the feeling of having the ‘flu, although I don’t think that’s what it is. I’m doing a lot of sleeping, to excess, really. Thyroid tablets haven’t helped much. Antibiotic for a bladder infection haven’t helped, although they have in the past. I dunno.

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I don’t much like the styling of modern cars. Gargoyles, I call them. for example:

But I’m a fan of the latest Korean cars, and this one in particular:

It’s an EV, which also doesn’t do much for me (I like a V6 turbo or a V8 any day), but I like this! If I could afford it (which I can’t) I’d buy one tomorrow.

Wow, it’s a sting in the tail of summer – three weeks into autumn, and at the autumnal equinoxe, it was 37C on Tuesday last week, 33C the next, 28degC today. It’s hot! It’s slowly cooling down, thank goodness, but we’re still looking at high twenties for the rest of this week. Our summer 2022/23 was actually quite cool, in the sense that we had no days or 40C or above. That’s a bit unusual, and I’ll take it, but I don’t think it means that global heating is not happening.

As well, it’s been dry! I think the figure was 1.4mm of rain for the entire three months of summer. I don’t like that. We need rain.

PS: last night we had rain, rain, rain! 38mm on the second last day of March. Whoopee!

The warning, this morning, that unless something is done to change our CO₂ emissions, i.e. our greenhouse gas emissions, then we’re going to exceed the 1.5degC increase in our average temperatures and permanently damage the entire Earth’s climate, for the worse. This is serious!

Yet the big emitters and the coal and gas industries are barrelling along as if nothing needs to change. Glencore, the big company wanting to develop a huge coal mine in the Hunter Valley in NSW, is fighting tooth and nail to start digging. The only thing stopping them are the Aborigines opposing the plans.

Personally, at age 76 I won’t live to see the worst effects of climate change, but I’m afraid it’s too late. Money rules! Money will override all other considerations and mining and petroleum will go on, as long as people demand share returns for their superannuation funds. This is the point, we all want change for the good, as long as it doesn’t adversely affect us. T’was ever thus.

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Anyone who reads this blog knows that I am left wing, so left wing that I’m to the left of the present government, the Australian Labor Party. when I swim, I swim in anti-clockwise circles. I have to ask pilots of aircraft to apply a bit of right rudder. I loathe the conservatives, the Liberal Party in Australia.

How anyone can support a party which knowingly broke the law to take vindictive action against low income earners in the infamous scheme which has become known as Robodebt is beyond me. The result of this infamous scheme was that at least several people committed suicide when they were pursued by government appointed debt collectors, when they didn’t actually owe any money! The relevant ministers knew they were implementing an unlawful scheme, yet they chose to ignore the law and continue. As a result, people died!

The reason I mention this is because I’ve just heard, this afternoon, on the PBS News Hour (a US publicly funded broadcasting organisation, so reasonably credible and impartial), something which I didn’t know, and I bet you didn’t either.

It’s that after Ronald Reagan’s win after Jimmy Carter’s (Democrat) term as president, the Republicans wanted some good news to announce at Reagan’s inauguration. At this time, the Iran hostage crisis was in progress, where all the staff of the US embassy in Tehran, 52 people, were held hostage, violating all the rules of the Geneva Convention.

The hostage crisis was nearing its end, with negotiations having presaged the release of the hostages. But the Republican administration and Reagan’s new Secretary of State ordered that the release of the hostages be delayed until the day after Reagan’s inauguration ceremony! The hostages were formally released into United States custody the day after the signing of the Algiers Accords, just minutes after American President Ronald Reagan was sworn into office.

What a low act, and in my opinion, typical of the low acts that conservatives in any country will go to. I loathe conservatives for reasons like this.

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I’ve just found out, today, that a photography web site DP Review, a site that I’ve been avidly reading since the early ’00s, is to close down on 10 April. Damn! This is like learning that the ABC is to shut down, or any similar web presence that has been a part of our lives for a long time.

DP Review was started by a British guy, Phil Askey, in London in 1998. I found it during the early days of digital cameras and it’s been one of my favourite sites ever since. I visit it daily.

Unfortunately, very unfortunately, it was bought out by Amazon and moved holus bolus to Seattle in Washington State, USA in 2007.

As we should have expected, Amazon has decided it has to close, as a result of massive staff cuts through the whole company. DP Review only has 14 staff, for goodness sakes, but Amazon management don’t care about small things like that.

That’s bad enough, but DP Review has a massive database of camera information, technical specs, cameras tests and the same for lenses. Surely this can’t be lost to us? Surely even the 200lb gorilla that is Amazon couldn’t trash this information? We can only hope.

(PS: apparently a dedicated group are frantically downloading as much of the web site as they can before it disappears.)

An item on Petapixel about landscape photography, a series of three YouTube five minute episodes by two British landscape photographers. Yeeeaaah, right up my alley.

It sparked my memories of my 2008 trip around Dornie, Applecross and the Isle of Skye. What a fantastic trip that was! I took hundreds of photos and I’ve brought a few out to show. The opening shot was on a day so windy that I could hardly hold the camera upright on the tripod.

I sure wish I could redo that whole two month trip.

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By the way, I shot around 1,000 High Def video clips on the trip, and they’re still on my hard drive labelled Video. Problem is, the drive has failed. It’s not making clicking noises luckily (a sure sign the heads are contacting the disk surface, disaster). It’s actually totally silent, meaning I think the motor has failed. This can be fixed and the data retrieved, I think. But at a cost – maybe $500 or more. The failure happened nearly a year ago and I still haven’t made the move to get it fixed. I do have a backup, so it’s not urgent, but as the faulty disk is 3TB and has hundreds of more recent video and images, I don’t want to lose it.

As disk sizes are becoming so large, backup is difficult. I’m actually thinking I may need to buy a RAID array which has redundancy built in, to guard against these failures. I’ve actually got 4x 4TB drives brand new awaiting a drive aray, but cost is a factor.

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By the way, I bought a 1TB micro-SD card last week, from the Wish.com web site for $8.80!

I’m always suspicious of these ultra cheap things as they can be made to look like 1TB, but only format to 100MB or similar. This one seems OK so far, but I’ll make sure it’s trustworthy before I, er, trust it.