I lost my phone in what is known by the Dharawal people as Kamay. Most of us know it as Botany Bay home of Sydney airport. I'm sure the original inhabitants would think we had made a right hash of it if they could see it today. I took a photo of Kamay as our plane left for Broken Hill. I had to use my work phone as...

I am nearing the end of a brief trip in which I revisited the Mid-North Coast. Here are a bunch of snaps I took when driving through my old home. I sent them to my pal MJD to share in my bitter-sweet memories and cynicism. This is a picture of the Coles Loading Dock. I am sure MJD spent many an hour in the vicinity...

Yesterday I was feeling sorry for myself. I was knackered after a week at work and had no energy left. I dragged myself out for my first actual run in forever. I found myself fatly sinking into the couch with a Guinness; some salted peanuts and shite telly on. C'mon, I thought, this isn't me. So, I dragged myself...

I barely slept last night. I just lay in bed, bored - for what seemed like hours. Trying not to roll around or moan and groan too much to avoid waking Re. Eventually I got up and tip-toed around the house. A drink of water, a pee, a warm blanket and on the sofa with my laptop. Too tired to do anything intelligent I...

An old Broken Hill Steam Tram - view a larger image This photo is interesting to me. I am writing this post in a house that is in the the picture. It is at the bottom of Billy Goat Hill, the junction of Garnet and Argent Streets. The Steam Tram looks like a noisy and smoky affair. Best of all is the chap in the...

In my ongoing quest to collect the pointless lint of my life here is another layer of words like dust. I gave this post the title of Demarc and initially tagged it with #Stravages My oldest son sent this picture of some young soldiers walking on a muddy track in the forest. he told me, This was my team on demarc The...

Some colleagues at work are downsizing their household cat population and kindly offered us one. Re and Harly were both overly keen to expand our little family... so, I adopted a cat. His name I was told is James Bartholomew. When I took him home he ran straight up the chimney and hid. Eventually I extricated him...

As part of my usual life displacement activity I am again tinkering with the configuration of this blog. I tag all these posts #meta as a way to help avoid/find them later. My intention has been to use the HTML attribute srcset to serve Responsive Images . I had hoped it would be pretty easy to throw something...

This is sort of what my attempt at making the <dfn> title appear on mobile looks like In a previous post (pictured above) I wrote how I would like to enable mobile users to read the 'title' text in the <dfn> tags and also with the <abbr> tag. Anyhoo... This is what I did. First I edited my CSS to allow the <dfn> tag...

I just took Winnie for a run down 9 mile single track. It is actually only about 8km but leads to 9 mile road. Winnie managed 6.47km before collapsing (I hung my Garmin off her collar). I put her in the ute and took her home for a dunk in the pool. She was a bit over-heated. Poor Winnie, I think I’ll keep her runs...

HG Wells wrote The Time Machine - predicting the future degeneracy of the Murdochs Morlocks. This illustration may be a tad degenerate itself... I just posted this on the echo chamber that is FB, Hey Australia, at the very least read the Uluru Statement before the 14th of October. Before you dismiss that last...

Like pretty much all the posts on this blog this one represents another unfinished thought. I am prompted to write this because I re-read my previous post, Showies . In it I began with my usual nostalgic claptrap before wending my way into my experience of the Silver City Show. I then clumsily fizzled out in a...