Friday, June 10, 2011

Lake Wendouree, Ballarat, Victoria, Australia photos from a moving car. Essay of it's drought

This time last year you could walk across the lake which was dry for a good four or five years before it. The lake I grew up around had always catered swimming, fishing and many other water sports. Then suddenly one year the Swans never had signets (baby's) and were replaced the year after by a few pelicans, which I would be lead to believe they came to clear out the remaining of the fish knowing of what was about to happen to the lake.

Lake Learmonth outside of Ballarat had been dry for many years which was another popular swimming and water sporting place that I think they were considering a Golf Course to be placed there. Another, Lake Burrumbeet droughts around the same time as Lake Wendouree did.  And of course the towns water supplies were lowering too and putting residents on limits. No washing the car, watering gardens, cut shower time down, don't flush unless it's necessary and other hand slapping warning before that was to dry up too. 

Though it was alright for the Council to water street gardens and places, they had to have something pretty for the tourist to appreciate Ballarat away from the big pile of mud in the middle of town. Lake Wendouree was ugly to look at so a lot of ideas were sparking on either refilling it from far away Murry Basin through pipes or some bottomless water hole that some argued taking that water would ruin that area. Some developer submitted a course of action that if he was to get the water to it, he wanted to shape the lake into an Australia shape and in return build a multi story sky high grand royal hotel of some sort over looking the Australia shaped lake from one corner. Don't know why, it never got to be carved into any shape.

Slowly there were claims the Council and Government will have the lake full again by such n such a year, claims they have placed running pipes into the lake. Personally I never seen any evidence and people I have spoken to hadn't either. Even my mother in her 70's said she'd probably never see it with water again in her life-time. But just another conspiracy to make the people believe. Houses surrounding the Lake were getting fairy grass flossed. Covering everything from their yards and anything they had laying around, it was a nuisance to them. The Council built a low mesh fence around the effected areas which I believe failed.

When I drove for the Red Cross twenty years ago or so there was an old lady that told me that in the 1920's Lake Wendouree dried up. So the drought ridden lake last year was no surprise to me. Lake Wendouree has and always had a serious weed problem, the lady told me the US Army Soldiers offered to clean up those weeds before the lake refilled but the City knocked back the offer.

This recent dry up the Council was doing something, then found it to be one corner dug deeper for a rowing course for regattas and local clubs and schools use. By chance the Council lost the bid to hold the Melbourne 2006 Olympic rowing as they did host the 1956 Olympics. It would of been embarrassing if they won the bid and then at the time have no water to run it, I know I would of laughed, but I'm just a cynic at times.

Late last year, disaster and chaos for most of Victoria was ravished from heavy down pours causing major flooding and damages across most of the state over a two day period roughly. As devastating as it was for most people, damage and losing un-replaceable items especially homes, in return, the water was returned to Lake Wendouree, Lake Learmonth that no one ever expected it's recovery and of course Lake Burrumbeet. The floods had it's bad and it's good side in away. A year before this was Black Saturday that almost half of Victoria burnt down from bush fires.

Victory, the return of the lakes. But still so ugly. I once did see when the water was back a bulldozer out in the middle and digging up the mud, huh? To rid the weeds or what? Why wasn't that done when it was dry? Really, official people just can't get anything right.

Again, January this year Victoria and even the same time, Queensland were both hit by horrific floods again, although Queensland was a lot worse then what lower Victoria was taunted by, still a sad story for a lot of people to go through it all again when they really haven't recovered from the previous floods.

Water, friend or foe(?) 

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Water, though weeds are blooming out worse then before the drought.

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The area that was dug out for the rowing course, oh look, I see the weeder to the very left of this picture.


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Ugly to look at. No it's a lake silly, not a sewerage farm, hmm. 

Original document by Andrew Johnson for his Posterous blog at http://blog.andjoh.com 
Blog contents apart from this lake report are either new and original or circulating emails. Please enjoy what can be found here and leave some kind or nasty comments, that's why the box is there, to encourage people to drop a line even if it's nothing to do with the corresponding post or anything to be found on the blog as then I will know that I am not alone and there are other mutters out there, I just need to look, but I don't go out much anymore, incase something out of the ordinary takes place and I miss it.

Thank You

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Monday, June 6, 2011

Some of these will give you a chuckle (sad though)

BLESSED ARE THE CRACKED, FOR THEY LET IN THE LIGHT!

TWENTY-NINE LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE

1. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
2.
I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
3.
Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
4.
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
5. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.

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6. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
7. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
8.
Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
9.
I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just missing.
10. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.

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11. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.
12. God must love stupid people; He made so many.
13.
The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
14.
Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
15. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

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16.
Being 'over the hill' is much better than being under it!
17.
Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.
18
. Procrastinate Now!
 
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19. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?
20.
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
21. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.
22. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
23.
They call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken
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24. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless DEAD.
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25. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory.
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26
. Ham and eggs... A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig. (how true)
27.
The trouble with life is there's no background music.
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28.
The original point and click interface was a Smith & Wesson.
29. I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on.


Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends!
 
Life is too short and
friends are too few !

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Saturday, June 4, 2011

I made "goes a flow" with GarageBand on my iPad

Another night messing with GarageBand on the iPad, can't help it, so cool. None of me and nonsense in this one, nice clean sound with a bit of experimental sound and a stolen choir voice, well she's in the loops so it's there for use, so not stolen. Anyhow the radio stations would be dying for the burning of this track if it was a release on Cd so no negative reactions will deploy even more creative commerce tracks for me to blend for your listening torture. Don't worry about sitting, doesn't go for long, cheers

andjoh

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Friday, June 3, 2011

Comics that pin points how technology has taken over lives


SIGNS OF THE TIMES

 


 

 

 



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WOW!!! This is worth a read. whatever age, Poem of a old man


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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in  GRASS VALLEY, CA. it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri.

The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man...
What do you see nurses?. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking. . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit.
.. . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice .. . . .... . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .. . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . .... . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . .... . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . .. with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . .. . ... who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . .. a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . .. my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . ... . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other .. . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . ... . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . .... . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years .. . . .. . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . ..... and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . ... . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . .. . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . ... . open and see.
Not a crabby old man . ... . . Look closer . .. . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meetan older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.

We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.They must be felt by the heart.

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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Shark whisperer... YouTube Video

unbelievable - watch till the end


 

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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Penguins !! What happens to dead penguins?

I never knew this.


 Penguins 
  

  
Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins

On the ice in Antarctica - where do they go? 
                                    
Wonder no more ! ! !


It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic

Bird which lives an extremely ordered and complex life.


 The penguin is very committed to its family and will

Mate for life, as well as maintaining a form of

Compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life.

If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members

Of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes

In the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is

Deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled into and buried.

The male penguins then gather in a circle

Around the fresh grave and sing:


"Freeze a jolly good fellow"
  
"Freeze a jolly good fellow."

"Then they kick him in the ice hole." 

                              
You really didn't believe that I know anything about penguins, did you?

 It's so easy to fool OLD people.

I am sorry, the devil made me do it!!!

I fell for it too.

 

 

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