The Build, 12

This installment is late due to my doctors and other appointments and rain slowing down things on the ground. Fairly early last week or the week before, this truck rolled in with a drilling rig from Anora Foundations.

Once that semi was out of the picture—me taking a shot from Level 6—a CAT digger followed by a truck with ancillary equipment.


The crews meeting at the top of the site, the scene of operations for the week …


For a while we residents were still guessing as to what was needing foundations

Getting the machinery operational took a full morning and then it was on … the drill being shook to dislodge all the rubble …


Pole shaped rebar arriving …

And that wasn’t the only thing going on, in between showers of rain, the workers ‘village’ was getting its walkways covered.


All the trucking movements, and dare I say the continuing rain, meant that the road to the platform had to be repaired and strengthened before the cement mixer trucks could come to fill the holes …


Close up of the machinery … I was walking by the herb garden, on my way to yet another appointment.


And finally the result … a row of foundations. Probably for a retaining wall is the general opinion.

The Build, 9

There are no workers on site. The site being water-logged due to the rain we had here over the last couple of days. At least 45 mm, probably a lot more. A good time to catch up with what’s has been done so far.

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The site was cleared of rubbish and recyclable resources: old fencing and tangled shrubbery probably going to landfill. Top soil, a humongous pile, should be worth gold. A small pile of steel handrails. Landscaping boulders.

Tearing down the old wooden fence at the front of the site … man with ute outside it to police the public I assume to stop people falling in

Sumitomo Number 2 ripping into the shrubbery beside where the road will be. Crows and ibises have lived there for some years so there will be a bit of displacement.

Sumitomo Number One loading vegetation and fencing into a truck

Same machine loading some of the humongous pile of topsoil into a dump truck trailer.

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Well, I guess these are going to be a series of short posts. WP has other ideas than I have, which is not unusual.


Mongrel: 46, 47 and 48

Last three chapters. But not really THE END.

It was hard to figure out the cut-off point between Mongrel and Meld. In a way, the whole of Mongrel is Tardi’s backstory and set-up for his role in Meld.

I felt that, with at least the main character a familiar person, we might all be able to better understand the new scenario. Experience it through his senses, as it were. It was hard to write and it’ll be hard to understand. But I hope you’ll find it intriguing.

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I’ve seen most snakes in the wild, but never a death adder. Like most bush-walking Australians I was always on the look out for them. Very scary. I’ve known several people who thought they killed one, only for the animal to turn out to be a blue-tongue skink.

Image from https://wildlifeqld.com.au/common-death-adder/ Check out this link for all the variety of colors of death adders.

‘Condemned to Decide’

I loved reading this article right now when my cortex and lizard brain have been at odds with one another and I made the wrong decision about getting medical help for a cat scratch. And AI would’ve been no use whatever.

Am I mimetic or a stubborn fool? Anyway more on my adventures another time. There are such good ideas in here, I’ll be journalling them when I get home (from hospital).

Because the future is here already and when we have kids and grandkids we need to be able model these very important concepts.

An essay about agentic vs mimetic people, using your lizard brain, and why outsourcing your judgment to AI is a values problem before it’s a …

Condemned to Decide