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This is prompted by a call from Getup to contribute a message for a time capsule . Here is my contribution: Greetings, from 2011, Part of th...

I had hoped to flex my newly awakened blogging skills with something light. Instead we have the sight of police chucking tear gas into prote...

Or... Why I Write If this is a story then, in the traditional sense, it is an incomplete one. It certainly has a beginning, and a developing...

A bee has landed. Seven years ago, a couple of guys started posting about possible choices for the future. It wasn't just an exercise in...

So games can save the world, eh? The notion sounds hokey and ridiculous and, while I have been involved with some of Jane McGonigal's on...

I can remember being utterly entranced by the breadth of vision offered by Arthur C Clarke in a collection of essays titled 'Profiles of...

NB: This whimsical tale was inspired by the little game of 'Social Chocolate' that Jane McGonigal and friends have put up. They shou...

It matters not what speakers do, so much as what they say. And what thee make of their fine words; where with them would'st thou stray? ...

Consider a circle of 100m radius. A breeze pushes air through it at a steady 36 km/hr. That represent wind blowing past with a total power c...

Reading about the recent games of whack-a-rat various folk have been playing with Wikileaks, I have an irrational desire to do a Tony Curtis...

I am taking the 20 minute trudge to work from Flinders Street station, in the pouring rain. Walking along Southbank, there is little shelter...

World Overshoot Day is the day when when human demand on nature surpasses what nature can renewably supply in a year. It has been falling p...

"Politics is the art of the possible" -Otto Von Bismark This being the case, shouldn't those who would practise the art of the...

This election is shaping up to be one of the most contentious in recent memory. On the left: a Labor government which appears to have gone m...

As it appears likely that my current place of employment will be shifting to the Melbourne Docklands at year's end, I thought it appropr...

This essay was prompted by a critique of Transition Towns by Alex Steffen. While praising of its ability to free people from their isolation...

In this age of rush and deadline, it seems bizarre that anyone would have the time to listen to a piece of music that lasts for a thousand y...

A lone face in the crowd. This is what a small blimp carrying a remote camera over the Alexandra gardens recorded at 1pm on Saturday, Octobe...

There is a lot riding on the upcoming climate conference in Copenhagen. So much so that many commentators are proclaiming it to be our last...

The environment trembles. Copenhagen looms as our last best hope, and it all seems so much effort. What to do? What to do? Blog about it! We...