Got a call this week from a salesperson from a traditional electricity retailer. It confirmed to me what is rotten in the electricity industry, the lies being told about the causes of high prices and what we need to do about it.Read More »
I used to love taking photos. My house is covered with pictures I took that people admire. But digital cameras and now smart phones have changed all that. I’ve upgraded to an iPhone 7 with its ‘great’ camera and abandoned my digital SLR, but still, I no longer love the pictures I take. Anyone can be a great photographer…and the value of photography and photos has plummeted. Can photos recover? What should I do?Read More »
Out walking the other day, I thought about my life and realised that I was entering the ‘last quarter’ of my life. In sports, you come to the last quarter, knowing what you need to do to win, or else you lose. But in life the last quarter is not about ‘winning’ or ‘losing’. What is it about? And, since we don’t know its length, how do we play the last quarter? And I felt that I didn’t know how to play this last quarter. What should I do?Read More »
After 35 years without seeing you or hearing from you – my best friend through high school, university, early work years, my best man – I came to see you give a public lecture a few weeks ago when you came to town. Somehow, our relationship all went wrong and you deserted me without a word. My life has changed. I thought I might try again.Read More »
In egalitarian societies, it is well-established that abortion is about the right of a woman to choose what to do with her body. Similarly, assisted dying legislation – being proposed now in Victoria, NSW, WA and SA – is about the right of a person to choose how they die. The proposed legislation won’t cover me, but I too want to be able to choose how I die, if possible.Read More »
Standing in the empty car park on top of Westfield Doncaster shopping mall on a cold, clear early morning while waiting for my car to be express serviced, I looked out to the Dandenongs to the east, the CBD to the west, the suburbs all around. I startled 20 swallows and two eastern rosellas. Melbourne lay below us (and the other Doncaster high rises), draped across the gentle rolling hills. It was a beautiful picture (mostly), appreciated by no one else.
I remember being surprised – and pleased – that Melbourne’s liveability was recognised several years ago. Being named the world’s most liveable city inevitably invites the Australian tall poppy syndrome. There’s only one way to go – down.
Now, many residents are querying whether the city is in fact becoming unliveable – citing traffic congestion, population size, multiplying high rises and government planning failures. Yet our personal international visitors invariably enthuse on discovering Melbourne’s delights on their short visits. I wonder myself now, just how ‘liveable’ Melbourne is. Do I even want to live here myself? Read More »
I closed my consulting business last week, after 30 years. It was a sad feeling to close the bank account and realise it’s the last tax return I’ll lodge. It was only a one-person business really. I never wanted to hire staff, but I’d have loved to have found a business partner who shared my ideals, goals, philosophies, ways of work and concern with on-time delivery. I’m going to miss it. Read More »
Australia is a great country for tourism. And I love to travel. And tourism boosts the economy. But I’ve had enough. There are too many tourists. We don’t want any more.Read More »
With a group of friends the other day, I was attracted by the bright hair colours of the women. One had a shock of blue and platinum, another red-brown, two were rich black, two were blonde and only two were natural shades of grey. Those men who had much hair at all appeared to be grey-white – fully grey-white, mostly grey with a sprinkling of the old brown or black, or greying at the edges of wispy black or brown. On average, the men looked at least 10 years older than the women, though they were in fact all of similar ages. Why do only women get to colour their hair?Read More »
Recently, journalists at The Age went on strike for a week in protest at yet another large cut in staff numbers, claiming that independent journalism was at great risk if this cutting continued. Though I sympathise and value some of The Age journalists, particularly the commentators and analysts, I’m afraid they are like people promoting sailing ships when steamships arrived. The time of newspapers is over. Let me explain.Read More »