Fat Bob in the corner

Over the years I’ve had the displeasure of working or should I say attending and wasting my time in a variety of government departments. One consistent experience was dealing with IT departments and IT dudes….sad common traits were observable. There was always at least one “Fat Bob in the corner” . Bob could nearly always be described as a huge fat slob with 3 days of facial hair, looks like he’d been up all night watching porn, pallid looking and always a total smart arse know it all because he’s seen it online or done it.

Fat Bob always has a desk in the corner of a room where his work station monitors can never be looked at, desk covered in crap, CD’s, USB thumb drives, coffee stains, Cat5 cables, Pepsi cans, meat pie wrappers and the obligatory headset.

Fat Bobs are programmed with a standard response on initial consultation “can’t do it because of security”. If one was ever able to proceed beyond that the next response is nearly always “you need to re boot your "computer”. The concept of even getting the fat prick out of his broken chair to your work station to make the Microsoft piece of shit work is almost unheard of but you will have to wait as fat Bob has a few pornos to get through before lunch.

It seems fat Bobs have attained power and control over everyone because holding the levers of IT is “power”, we are constantly reminded of IT policy, rules, laws, codes of conduct, pass words, user names need I go on and one has to change that shit every three months just to fuck you up.

Sometimes life was better without a computer, once upon a time you could actually pick up a phone and speak with someone or even dare I say go speak with a real human being and get something organised and done..now to do anything it seems you have to “Log a job”. Fat Fucking Bobs have won and its all because of Porn.

T and T ratio.

This week in my travels I learnt a new “metric” applied to some parts of society, its called the T and T ratio. It’s a metric specific to a part of the community that combines the adoration of tattoos, number of teeth and the number of children the “parents” have of school age children and education outcomes. According to the person I spoke to there is a strong correlation between the number of tatts, teeth, children, the intelligence quotient of the biological parents which apparently has a direct impact on the education outcome of said child/ children. Interesting……

The apparent observed data goes something like this. The more teeth and less number of tattoos the biological parent of said child has the better possible education outcome said child has at one end of the spectrum. The other end of the spectrum is the less teeth (or no teeth at all) the greater number of tattoos and the number of children in any given familial situation the apparent outcomes are worse.

In other words the T and T or Tatts to Teeth ratio has a direct correlation to education outcomes in school age children. Clearly this is hearsay by an educational professional and I have no way or even interest in determining the facts of the matter however theres probably a phd in this for some low life.

If schools are seeking funding for “special” students then maybe just maybe the metric shouldn't be applied to any given child rather an assessment of the parents.

Goodbye NSW Hello Qld....the previous 12 months...

It goes something like this, sold House, decided to move to Queensland because its warmer and no where near Canberra, bought 5 acre property in Booral, Qld. Moved all our possessions to new house, then locked out of Queensland due to Covid border closures, homeless for 5 months. Finally able to enter Queensland and start again in late 2021. Arguably the best and worst experience in my life.

The whole pandemic issue gave many allot of time to think about the fabric of our society and government management of a perceived or real crisis. As an apprentice I was always curious to listen to the older tradesmen talk about elected government of any flavour and hear their deep mistrust of any political party and their motives and yet here we were working for Defence which always had strong overtones in the workplace of both the right and left. This deep mistrust of government came back to my thinking having reflected on how we found ourselves in a mindless and heartless stalemate locked out of our new home for an indefinite period of time, my lobbying and letter writing to every politician in the country came to nought and forever more I will Never Ever give a politician of any flavour any higher consideration other than SCUMBAG.

Mount Gingera, middle aged male decides to go for a walk....

Seems one of the hardest things to do in life is actually make a start. Recent years had me thinking I really should get back out in the “Bush”, have some exercise and enjoy the natural shapes of bush fire burnt organic carbon. Theres some kind of beauty to a burnt and mangled landscape.

Herein lies one problem, no…. a major problem…age, or at least my perception at 56 years old is I’m too old and decrepit to do anything outdoors again, and frankly why would I as I have a really comfy lounge called Shazza which gets a serious workout every day after lunch…..

We all hear the usual crap about age is no barrier to anything blah blah…….well that’s simply not true, lets face it the odds of me running a marathon are shall we say about the same as winning next Thursdays Powerball.

I digressed a bit, years ago I was watching Youtube and for some algorithm reason a channel popped up that caught my eye, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQhqmV26773qZhzqJz4VFcw . It has been interesting to watch over the years however personally it pressed a button that wouldn’t go away, a very annoying button. It for whatever reason sent me back 20+ years ago and a book I bought by Ray Jardine called “Beyond Backpacking”. A tome who’s name is probably appropriate as I think Im probably beyond it anyway it’s for those who pursue walking/ through hiking camping etc in the outdoors and how we have got it wrong! years ago we all carried too much crap and it was heavy, seems things in the outdoors have come along way in weight reduction. Jessica Mills the host of the above Youtube Channel on her first outdoor experience hiked the Appalachian Trail end to end. A gutsy effort by any measure….my own deluded thoughts were if she can do it then I can pick up a pack and go for at least a short walk…

Jardines general idea in Beyond Backpacking is going “Ultralight” in weight of equipment which should give one way more pleasure (if that’s ever to be had) more opportunity to cover greater distance. Jardine writes about all sorts of stuff, there are some gems in his work and the take away is half the crap we used to take outdoor years ago was simply stupid and waste of time….. back then we didn’t really know any better….

So after years of collecting bits and pieces of Ultralight gear the time was getting close to test myself against my delusions of grandeur…on my own no less so as to hide fear and embarrassment of stopping to catch ones breath after about one kilometre….the ever present thoughts about WTF am I doing here, do I in fact really want to be doing this?…after all I could be at home in my man cave making noise which the neighbours complain about endlessly or giving Shazza the lounge another serious workout.

Road to somewhere…..

Road to somewhere…..

The thing with Ultralight philosophy every thing is pared back to the minimum of weight yet still has function otherwise known as the “ultimate compromise”…in recent months Ive packed and weighed and re packed and weighed some more, wrote lists with weights, chucked stuff in the heavy bin, bought stuff, watched videos. Procrastinated terribly, weighed myself, tried the pack on with different weight/ gear combos and ended in a spiral vortex off doubt.

In the end I printed a gear check list I stole off “backpacking light.com” stopped over thinking it all, seriously how hard can it be?…and packed…I surprised myself with a weigh in of 8kg without water or food…
this included everything for a sustained walk with some semblance of comfort..packed some freeze dried and other important items like Coffee and Chocolate.

Drove the Mt Franklin road to the locked gate high in the Brindabella’s, started walking…felt a bit stupid as I could have been doing this adventure thing years ago….my Hyperlite Mountain gear pack felt good, I started thinking as soon as I started walking as one does about what I left behind, I left my watch, I didn’t have a map, and I didn’t know exactly where I was going other than skim reading Kate Grarocks trip report on Mt Gingera https://australianhiker.com.au/trails/mount-gingera-act-14-9-km/

I became lost in my own thoughts and had no idea how far I had walked, I came to a sign that said I’d walked four kilometres having one kilometre to go till Priors Hut, I was carrying way too much water i.e. 4 litres which equals 4 kilos, my knees started to let me know as did any uphill climb…I hadn’t struggled to this point which was a surprise although I must confess I did stop a few times for a breather…

Priors Hut circa 1950..

Priors Hut circa 1950..

Priors was pretty dark and dingy inside…

Priors was pretty dark and dingy inside…

Carrying on with no idea of how far I’d get having started late in the day, I came to the turn off for the uphill climb towards Mt Gingera summit, I don’t mind trudging up hills! there’s some kind of weird physical challenge to get to the next tree, over the next rise, one foot in front of the other all the while wondering what a heart attack might fee like. After a while I walked through the cloud base where everything became wet with daylight diminishing fast. Setting up camp on the only flat spot I could find under a tree, not ideal which turned out to be a nightmare.

I looked for probably half an hour around the saddle area where I stopped for possible tent sites but recent fires had burnt many of the plants to the ground leaving very sharp stubs of wood everywhere on what appeared to be level ground. Closer inspection revealed this would be a damn uncomfortable home for the night.

Setting up my ZPacks Plexamid tent is quick and simple, rain started falling so I was just in time, climbing inside and lying down the choices I made the far had been Ok….the trip to the summit would have to wait till daylight. One Big mistake was the amount of water I carried, not knowing if there would be water on what is essentially a ridge walk I did a rough calc on what I might need and packed it, turns out the place was running with streams!…I could have knocked 3 kilos off from the start…damn.

Dinner was freeze dried Beef Teriyaki which shall we say is Ok but only just…I didn’t feel hungry but ate the crap anyway. I’m thinking the amount of calories in the McDonalds I ate the day before is excellent walking food one load of that stuff and you can go for days. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep only to be woken by rapid fire water drops coming off the tree above which intern dislodged the condensate on the inside of the tent….this went on all night…on top of that when I did sleep I had the weirdest dreams, dog attack, wombats, kangaroos, galloping brumbies all the while when it rained I swear I could hear people or “something”….the bush was talking to me and I wished it would shut up for a bit…

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Waking at 6.40 was a surprise as I normally wake at 5.00…still not hungry I decided to climb to the summit for a “Non look” the cloud was thicker and everything was still damp, I had to finish the job at hand…turns out it was a short walk/ climb which I suspect on a nice day would be spectacular. I have to say I was feeling slightly sore but to be fair I hadn’t carried a pack in years.

Mt Gingera summit.

Mt Gingera summit.

Returning to camp and packing up was easy with the Hyperlite gear system, everything is packed into “pods“ and these simply stack up inside the pack with the tent being the last to pull down and go in. Compared to years ago Ultralight is fast in just about every aspect of travel, why hadn’t I thought about all this years ago…

Leaving camp walking down hill is worse than going up! carrying a pack and having knees that aren’t 20 years old anymore makes one take extra caution as an injury out here wouldn’t be fun…the walk back was uneventful and I couldn’t help but walk fast, not sure why. I know I’ve got arthritis in my hips and this was a constant pain towards the end but it well be muscular. I dropped back into Priors hut for a snack and a closer inspection…its pretty grubby. The log book showed no one had been there for days which was fine by me.

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Summary: Everything worked pretty well although I couldn’t help but think how I could lose more gear weight, I forgot my watch, my Keen Targhee walking shoes are too hard in the sole for sustained walking, I should research more about water next time and that’s about it. In all not a bad for overnight out, subsequent days I was really sore, 15 kilometres total and no idea of how much up and down but suspect not much…didn’t see any Wallabies or Kangaroos, no snakes, very few birds, no insects, no people, no noise.

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February 27, 2018.

Its time for me to start over, take a fresh direction in life and start doing things I really love doing, one of them is Photography. Ive been making images for 40 years so I guess its time to do something with them, and thats share them. This ongoing Blog will discuss anything and everything, it won't just be about Photography. So here goes.