The recently levelled site for the $50 million Yass Valley Council admin centre. It will be built adjacent to the historic Crago Mill – it’s back in the left-hand-corner of the photo. Photo: Sally Hopman.
Does anyone else want to turn off devices big and small and just go with the flow/wave, whatever it is today that floats your boat?
Can we not just listen to stuff grow, people talk, yes, even dogs bark – as long as their canines aren’t showing. (Who knew but apparently humans eat dogs, they really eat them, according to one side of a colourful debate in the US this week. So colourful, one of the debaters was orange.)
Don’t know about you, but I’m edging closer towards turning off all form of communication. My cassette tape recorder (ask your parents), newspapers (ask them again) along with pen and paper (ask someone really old). Surely everything then would become so much clearer – possibly because I’d have even less of an idea of what’s going on.
Have you noticed that the weird stuff is getting even weirder?
In the town of Yass, which is less than an hour’s drive from the nation’s capital, they’re building a $50 million council building that, probably, no-one, except for the people who will have an office in there, want.
Also, what is described as a world-leading library will go in there too. Anything with books can’t be bad, but world-leading? In Yass? Are all the books in this new library going to be about Yass then? Or will they lead in to other subjects.
Is a new admin centre the best of ideas in a town where they can’t guarantee you’ll get clear water from your kitchen tap? Yes, because the existing one (the centre, not the tap) – if it hasn’t already been demolished by the time you read this – does not provide adequate access for people in wheelchairs so we clearly need to do better. (Clean water wouldn’t be a bad thing either.)
Yes, it’s splendid that it will provide more parking, a little hub for community groups to discuss the meaning of life and especially another cafe or two, but where’s the reference or 50 to a town that oozes history? That has houses in it that can legitimately be called historic – that is, they’re over 100 years old. A town that has true-blue Indigenous legends in its cemetery.
Think of all the stories that disappear with each demolition. At least they’re not destroying the old Crago mill that’s at the back of the site, probably because it would cost too much dough.
There’s just no reason to knock (down) history – it’s the only thing we know for sure.
The other thing that seemed to go missing this week was a large chunk of the English language.
I know farmers are doing it tough, I live on one, a farm not a a farm(er). In a media release from NSW Farmers – sometimes these things are useful – for journalists and the people who send them – other times, not so much. But it helps if they tell the truth.
This one had an important message: why fighting the fight against biosecurity threats must remain a top priority.
OK, but then there was this next bit: “NSW Farmers Conservation and Resource Management Committee Member Bronwyn Petrie, describing the state’s pests and weeds problem exploding added: “There’s no doubt we have a problem; pigs the size of footy players are running rampant across the state, weeds are spreading like wildfire and wild dogs are bleeding through our borders”.
A pig the size of a footy player? After you’ve tried to wipe that vision from your eye, what about the clear conflict of interest – a giant pig holding an equally giant ball made of you-know-what?
“Dogs are bleeding through our borders?”. Maybe “breeding” through our borders if they were geographically promiscuous or did they get caught in fences? Were they chasing giant pigs which in turn were chasing even bigger pigs which had ruined everything by dropping the giant ball?
Sorry, but it didn’t happen unless there are photos.
Yep, I know truth can get in the way of a good story, stories about pigs the size of large footy players, but, for those fans out there, be still your beating heart (attacks). That’s what you could call bringing home the bacon.
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