Sunday, May 13, 2007

Return to stuff...

Yes, once again my phantom audience from the dim, dark recessess of the net. Does anybody really refer to themselves as a 'Netizen'? Are they distantly related to the Gitizen, fine, upstanding and doubtlessly pushy, grasping and arrogant. Certainly not ones for a quiet Sunday hangover night in, ripped and ripping their latest favourite choons with my best girl by side. Oddly, with a few exceptions, the selection is more reflective of decades gone for the most part, faithfully scoured from the Rockinghorse discount bin. Yes all my teenage memories available for $9.99- how could you go wrong? Take a punt on some new overhyped shite for 3 x the dosh, or cozy up to some olde favourites- The The being the greatest beneficiarys of extra airplay in the Home of Stuff. A little interlude in reality, before back to the Monday grind and another hard day's colouring in. Back again soon... promise!

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Thursday, October 19, 2006

Cracking up

Fursday night once more, in dear old Brisbane town. Well it's been a week of motoring mayhem with the Riverside expressway cracking up, and all the poor little petrolheads finding themselves queing up endlessly, as I breeze on past on the busway- ipod groovin' away, reading matter of my choice and not a care in the world as they gnaw at their own livers and fulmiate against the uncaring spring morning sunshine. Kind of instant Karma when oil/auto industry mouthpiece ke Willet of RACQ comes out frothing how the bad ol' government spends all this money on public transport that should rightly be ashpalting the universe. This is the same clown who believes 'induced traffic demand' is a myth whilst ignoring all the documented evidence to the contrary, especially the M5 East in Sydney, instant traffic jam once opened, and rail patronage down 8 percent in to the bargain. Road building is just pissing away good money after bad when it is part of a 'bigger pipe' solution. Besides, once you build it, you gotta maintain it (and the rest of it you've built already). In any event, the least efficient way to utilise a lane on the road is to fill it with cars. Each car utilises not only the area that it physically occupies, but also half of the separation distance before and after the vehicle, which increases with the speed of travel. Given that the average private car occupancy is 1.1 persons per vehicle, this represents a massive increase in the amount of lane space compared to someone on a half-full bus travelling at the same speed, so as Mr Willet lobbied the BCC to remove the bus lanes on Bowen Bridge Road, he actually REDUCED the capacity of the road in peak hour to shift people, from what was possible under even a poorly patronised rail corridor- what a win that was! Naturally, a proportion of the bus passengers, having lost their priority probably shifted back to cars, thus further increasing the congestion. That served the public interest, as does Can-do Campbell's underground traffic sewer system and extraneous bridge program. Why have we (collectively using public money) spent a fortune revitalising Southbank into the most human scaled part of this fair town, only to ram the Hale Street Traffic Jam through it, destroying all the amenity that has been introduced over the last 10 years. South Brisbane is a peninsula, there are only a couple of ways in or out, so there is no logic in either a transport planning or urban structure sense in pumping all this traffic through it. To alleviate one bottleneck, simply exacerbate another one in Mater Hill, outside the Children's Hospital. This proposal will simultaneously clog up Vulture Street, Stanley Street, Annerley Road, Gladstone Road, Fairfield Road and Ipswich Road, not to mention Cordelia and Merivale Streets, all to 'solve' a single traffic problem on the northside.

Sheer brillance I must say, as was that remark attributed to Einstein "insanity is repeating the same mistake, yet expecting different results" [or words to that effect].

Rant over,

bye for now

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Intermediata

Thursday night in dear old Brissie-town. Home stretch to the weekend, but not quite there yet. Slow progress in solving all the worlds ills- my Transit Oriented Development Research has reached eye-glazing, mid project doldrums. Time to buck up and get on with it but the boring mechanical cronicling of case studies must continue for the foreseeable future.
On a brighter note, now the requisite introductory whinge is out of the way, those mighty Socceroos have secured Asian Cup seeding. And there was much rejoicing- no more nerves when the draw is finally held. Should be a blast. Nothing much more to add tonight so time to sign off before drivel sets in...

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Decisions Decisions

Forced to choose between two loves. I know it must happen at some point, but fate can be cruel some times. Weeks go by, without a blip on the entertainment horizon, the last Roar home game and Gaslight Radio's excellent show at the Zoo fading into memory and now this... Not only do the Socceroos play in Brisvegas Saturday night, but the Church play their first fully electric show in oh, quite some time- all on the SAME NIGHT! Nothing's ever 'sposed to happen in this town- and now all this at once. Oh cruel trickster of fate, you taunt me mercilessly- my depleted store of Pacfic Peso's cannot possibly stretch this far.

I was forced to show my hand early, not even an informed choice afforded to me. The thin tendrils of smoke from SparkleCard (TM) had only began to dissipate from my instinctive lurch towards Suncorp when the Football Family had triggered my reflex instincts with a possie of World Cup types promising a football spectacle of a kind not seen in sleepy old Brissytown for quite a few siesta's with a buncho South American twinkle-toed virtuosity to boot... When, through those whispered underground networks began to hint that another possie of Pharmokoi:Distance Crunching Honchos with Echo Units + MWP's arsenal o' Rikenbachers & firey fingertips were coming to lay waste with two hours of reverb-drenched madness. And I had the parents in tow.

It was then, with a resigned sense of the inevitable, that I was forced to curb that emotional knee-jerk response of "I must have it all now" impulse-buying-damn-the-consequences affluenza and let the cold hard rationalism of the choice i had made set in. Not that I'm really complaining you see, 'cause I got to see a great game and there will be many more times to see the Church in old Brisvegas Entertainment Central (as I said when declining an opportunity to see the Go-B's @ the Tivoli last year....). At least now I can appreciate Old Man Kilbey's vegan Goji Juice slurping ways for evergreen rockin' some later date. And drag out my Live at the Enmore VCR if I feel a need for a fix...

Maybe you can have too much of a good thing. But I'll have to find out some other time...

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Stuff it all!

Hello, good evening and welcome to much a do about stuff. This is a little blog about big things + personal peccidillos and anything that get's my goat. I will promise intermittant updates and responses only, 'cause I'm basically a slack bastard. On that note, I will cut this off without any further leads and get back to you all when I've got some content (of a kind).