If Kant was alive today

 If Kant was alive today
 to hear Guthrie Govan
 soloing on Regret #9,
 he’d say “Man!
 That’s what I mean
 by sublime!”

Frost crack

 early morning frost
 we need to talk about us
 a stringy gum cracks

frost crack

frost crack

* image created by databending a credit card sized number 3 and applying edge effects.

Charters Towers, outside hours

If everything had unfolded according to my travel plan, the 6 hour wait at Townsville Airport for the last flight home to Sydney on Wednesday this week could have been easily avoided; I could have booked in for the last Tuesday night flight out. It would have been tight time for check-in, but do-able. As it happened though nothing went wrong, or even slightly awry, to delay my completion of the install I was flown for: I didn’t get lost or take a wrong turn on the drive in to site; the client was fully prepped, present, and had all the necessary personal protection equipment on hand at the ready; no last minute changes required rewiring or hardware adjustments. In short, there was no need to stay late or go back again the next morning. But you don’t get bonus points for being ready to take your flight home a day early. Rather, they’ll keep what you paid in the first place and then make you pay the full price once again. So there was nothing to do but stick to the plan and stay one more night in (beautiful one day, perfect the next) Tropical North Queensland, Charters Towers.
I had the rental car back at the airport by 11am the next morning in order to save an extra day’s rent, checked in my tool case, and read the latest issue (#8) of New Philosopher on the theme of travel from cover to cover between numerous coffees until 4:30 boarding. By the time I was home—just on midnight—my reading had left me so deeply in such diverse thoughts on the ethics and utility of travel in general that I couldn’t get myself off to sleep for another 3 hours. Here are a few quotes from Issue #8 of New Philosopher to give you a taste for what’s inside.

“[Susan] Sontag argues that taking photos is a way of refusing life, of limiting experience to a search for the photographic.”
(News: Stealing the moment)


“Few places today uphold the right to be bored. Even our thoughts are hijacked. “Silent and lifeless, people sit side by side as if their souls were wandering far away,” writes Kracauer.”
(News: Radical boredom)


“[Peter] Singer’s is a philosophy that demands the end of travel as we know it, in that it demands that we unpack the special box of experience it represents and instead judge every action by the same criteria. How does what we say and do, every single day, affect the aggregate suffering of the world in which we exist? Where can most good be done – and how can we ensure that we contribute to that good?”
(Travelling with purpose: by Tom Chatfield)

I’m not sure that my purpose in Charters Towers – to help make personal protection equipment more accessible and accountable on a gold mining site – would impress Peter Singer, but it’s a step forward from my purpose 10 years ago, which involved servicing cash handling equipment for the gambling and hoteliers industries.
In brief response to Kracauer, I can say with some confidence after 6 hours waiting at an airport that airports are one of the few places that still uphold the right to be bored, though they do make the boredom, should you choose to accept it, terribly comfortable.
Finally, I haven’t read Sontag’s full argument On Photography for the dismissal of photography from the list of life enhancing experiences, but I have read elsewhere that she changed her mind later in life about some aspects of that argument, and, so, having now, by way of diary entry, at least partially justified using my free travel time between Sydney and Charters Towers to do some photography, I give you some photos of light playing on clouds filmed at a few different heights.
p.s. I’m not at all disappointed that I didn’t capture a photo of the iridescent fog that rippled and surged overhead of me like an aurora during my drive back to Townsville, but it wouldn’t have harmed my experience if I’d been able to stop by the highway for just a few moments to capture it without the fear of a truck slamming into me.

Brisbane descent

Brisbane descent

Townsville descent with solar glory

Townsville descent with solar glory

Fog bow at Macrossan camping ground

Fog bow at Macrossan camping ground

Pajingo access road at sunrise

Pajingo access road at sunrise

Towers Hill Lookout, Charters Towers, with town under fog

Towers Hill Lookout, Charters Towers, with town under fog

Towers Hill Lookout, Charters Towers - Sunrise with town under fog

Towers Hill Lookout, Charters Towers – Sunrise with town under fog



It’s surprising how many ecological transformations are possible given a salt lake bed and a patch of common reed to begin with. So many in fact that it’s taken a few days of sorting through all of my artist’s impressions to pick out a series that’s not merely arbitrary, but seems to comply with my basic idea of how reforestation works, but this is more like a regrasslandestation. Here we see what is basically the original salt lake bed, except I’ve cleared some haze out from the background to improve the view. You can almost see the low mountain range on the horizon.
Salt lake - Gippsland
The next step involved planting a nice green lawn in the salt bed.
Salt lake with lawn
I’m not sure what species of grass it was, but it clearly thrived on the saline conditions; it even outcompeted the common reed grass.
It strikes me now as I weigh up the pros and cons of this transformation that where there were at least three biomes before (mountain range, salt lake bed, and common reed patch) there is only one biome now (if you don’t include the sky). So there is nowhere for two communities to meet and integrate as per the definition of an ecotone, unless you include the sky.
The obvious thing to do here is to define the sky as a biome, thus permitting whatever community happens to be there to transact with the one on the overgrown lawn. This in turn leads one to wonder what kind of transactions occur between the other side of the sky, and, say, the surface of the moon. The result of this kind of wondering I found turns out to be mostly very silly, but I did start to wonder about how one would go about terraforming another planet to make it suitable for life as we know it on Earth, and that’s not so silly to wonder about. For instance, can the terraforming process manufacture a wide range of ecotones where biomes from different communities can meet, integrate, and produce edge effects? I’ve not seen any such consideration given to this question in the literature of terraforming. And if it can be done, how many salt lakes should there be compared to lawns and common reed patches? Which countries on Earth will the salt lakes and their vegetation be introduced from?

While filming a raven

While filming a raven raiding a jam-packed garbage bin at a shopping centre car park in a Western Sydney suburb, a regular ABC Radio National listener accidentally records the sound of an unidentified stationary motorist adapting a personal safety device to the purpose of warlike behaviour blaring over the program he’s listening intently to.

The listener notices a woman in the car on the opposite side of the garbage bin becoming visibly distressed and can’t tell if it’s because she can see the camera pointed in her direction, or because the motorist leaning on the horn is right behind her and she wants to reverse out. The raven takes off with a brown paper bag from McDonald’s, and with nothing more here to see the listener brings the film to a conclusion. He plays it back on the phone to see how it looks and thinks, ‘Cool! It couldn’t have ended sounding more sweetly than that if I’d planned it.’

The following afternoon, the listener goes to the local DVD retailer and asks a young bloke at the counter for anything directed by Rolf de Heer. The bloke finds a box set collection of six Rolf de Heer films in the system, but they only sell it during Christmas. The bloke writes the catalogue number down for the listener so he can order it online, then the listener browses the shelves to see if any of the other films nobody ever has when he’s looking are maybe there this time. To his delight he finds two of them:

a) π: faith in chaos (A Film By Darren Aronofsky)
b) Grave of the Fireflies (A Film By Isao Takahata)

The bloke from the counter wanders over and mentions the 20% discount on all DVDs and Blurays that ends today, so the listener checks the price on Batman Begins and The Dark Knight and decides that at five bucks a pop if they’re as emotionally unfulfilling as he suspects they will be, they’ll be just what he needs to restore his façade and face up with cool, calm collection to the world after

a) π: faith in chaos
b) Grave of the Fireflies

have shot, he’s long been expecting, his emotional order to pieces.

Sunset on a Golden rectangle with Fibonacci Number white-out

This image of a stunning sunset in Paynesville, Victoria was databent by resizing the dimensions of the image to a Golden Rectangle (1618 x 1000) and then using #FF to ‘white-out’ the Fibonacci Hexadecimal Numbers in the RGB values: #01,#02,#03,#05,#08,#0D,#15,#22,#37,#59,#90, and #E9 were all converted to #FF.

Sunset on a Golden Rectangle with Fibonacci Number white-out

Sunset on a Golden rectangle with Fibonacci Number white-out

Can’t touch this

y=1/x²+2. Similarly,
1/y(x²+2)=1. Since
1/1=1 then
y(x²+2)=1, so

x²=(1-2y)/y, and

There is no x for y=0!