END OF YEAR SENATE SPEECH TO GET A FEW THINGS OFF MY CHEST. I rise tonight to thank and acknowledge all of those people around the country who are providing the real opposition to the Abbott Government. If it’s your view that democracy is just about putting a piece of paper in a box once every few years and hoping for the best, then you’re really leaving that concept of opposition to the politicians who file in here for 19 weeks of the year.
There is an old story about the original creator of the game of chess, a wily mathematician who submits his invention to the ruler of the country. Asked by the delighted queen what he would require by way of reward, the mathematician requests to be paid in gold. He proposes the queen place one single coin on the first square of the chessboard, two on the second square, four on the next, eight on the next, doubling the number of coins on each successive square up to the sixty fourth. The queen, perplexed that the mathematician would ask such
http://youtu.be/0fYhZHNnlO4 30 second TV spot for the March 2013 state election on the theme of ‘Solar Goldfields’, showing just a hint of influence from my trip to Spain in December. Adobe Photoshop / Premiere / After Effects; 3D modelling in Carrara. Soundtrack by Jose Garcia
This report is more than a year in the making, and is written with a very simple intent. It canvasses technology options for the rapid decarbonisation of the electricity grid that lights up the South West of Western Australia. The scenarios drawn here describe our state in the year 2029, a year in which the final legacy fossil fuel generators are decommissioned, forever eliminating our reliance on depleting coal, oil and gas. Instead, we set our course by the colossal abundance of the sun and the wind, the swells of the ocean, the regenerative potential of our wheatbelt and
i. cause The rice paddy on the edge of Iitate village is 30km back from the coast, framed by steep forested hills, and we stop here briefly because the scene is so strangely heraldic. At first glance, this looks like any other rural Japanese town in late summer, but it isn’t any more. The precise geometries of the fields are softened with neglect and waist-high weeds. Two empty police cars sit out front of the vacant community hall. Crickets hum in the mid-day humidity, in sleepy counterpoint to the rumble of diesel engines. A work team of several dozen