An infinitely larger and smaller universe with repeating patterns and motifs is an interesting notion.

But the next iteration need not be an exact or even close replica of our own reality.

Why not invert mass, let time and superposition of quarks determine velocity and place a single Vanadium atom at the center and outer rim of the next iteration of a cosmos?

A cell, an atom, a subatomic particle, a universe. These are the boundary objects with which we measure the infinite.

"Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives. " - Socrates.

Perhaps he considered the 'atomos' of his day to be grains of sand; a unit of mass and time.

More soggy images

Petrol is a risky business.

Not pictured, the bowling club, because it is entirely underwater. Take that old people hobby.

Take that playground! Not pictured, the children.

Take that weird dude staring at puddles.


Since I had no power and was within spitting distance, albeit spitting distance across a big old puddle or eighty, I decided to check out the U of Q and see what I could see.

See see.

It was right bloody soggy all over.

The athletics field.

UQ lake[s]


Some decent urbex to be had in the carparks.

I think the street was improved by a water feature.

Green bridge still connected Dutton Park to St Lucia.

Parking in this precinct is for UQ students and staff only.

The blue sign reads dangerous when wet.

Green waste.

That is a bad place to park. Car was left running with lights on, they stopped after a little while.

Glasshouses on glasshouse road from the top of a carpark.

Floor one was a bit moist, no cars to be seen though.

Bunch of shipping containers floated about during the peak.

More underwater glasshouses.

Carpark was not easy to access, but totally worth it.

Tragic devastation! I can't wait for the next one.

More water

"Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds" - Persian Postal service

'It is a bit soggy, maybe next week' - Brisbane Postal service

Well it is wet still.

That white thing is the top of a goal post.


Temporary river view apartments.


Something majestic about having a boat ready for times like this.


Brisbane St. Just a little over head height in the middle.


I hope to steal a boat or helicopter for some action shots for my next post.

Brisbane learns to swim

West end, directly across the river from us has been evacuated. They are on the inside of the river's curve meaning less sediment, more erosion and hence a higher risk of flooding.

The city council are busy sticking fliers to cars recommending places not to park.

All the turkeys have left us, probably a wise move on their part.

Walking along the river I checked the mouths of the drains; they are all underwater. Since the water is still draining properly I am impressed at the feat of engineering that ensures water flows along the pressure gradient even while the mouth is a meter underwater. I appreciate shrinkers more, even as I still despise them.

The city cats have stopped running. The Guyatt park terminal is underwater and the path leading to it is lapped by waves.





Sarah is concerned, I am too fascinated to be so yet.

Constructing a lake or swimming pool.


A shortcut I usually take on evening walks is now a mite soggy


The university of Queensland is uncharacteristically clean

Let me tell you a secret

Water 1/2 cup
Butter 1/2 cup
Sugar 1/2 cup
cocoa 1/2 cup

Fold in:

Sifted flour 1 cup
Salt 1/2 tsp
Bicarb soda 1/2 tsp
Baking powder 1/2 tsp

With:

Egg 1 beaten
Sour cream 3/4 cup
Vanilla 1 tsp

Then it is just a matter of 180C for 23'.

Let them cool and eat one hot, burning your pathetic human mouth.

While you are crying like a child, mix cream cheese, vanilla and icing sugar together.

Put that on top and eat the hell out of it.

One of these things I does not want!

It is like a choice between Homework (DaPu), Graduation (KaWe) and Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell (Whatever).

Great Ideas

As humans take the final steps to reverting to their peaceful and happy photosynthetic ancestors all technology begins to crumble.

World governments never declared peace, merely becoming old without dignity. Defensive measures and dependence on stability of diminishing primary resources forced a disarmament. Now patriotic or just plain angry teenagers take sticks and makeshift armor across a border via rapid transit. Finding another gang of teenagers of a separate faction or different ideology. These two forces clash at a local park or social club. Feircely beating lecturns to state the precepts and values of their ideology geneally over the local drink. Then, their mission of diplomacy and social change nearly complete. They decide whether to beat each other senseless before returning home.

More often than not these sortie soirees ended in peace, fond memories and promises to later call each other to indulge in a VR game, some bizare sexual ritual, or a combination of the two.

A violent last gasp of the chaotic ecoRight trying to save the convoluted ecosystems of beurocracy that allow swarms of unique managers and administrators to surive, is met with swift and placid resistance.

A means of destruction part sentient computer, part hungry fungus, seeks to digest all sentient life in a grasp towards absolute power via knowledge.

Order triumphs and the cycle of voluntary ego death to sustain life through the cataclysm proceeds.



Also: Prefab shelters useful for waiting for a bus need rubber skirts along their bottoms to stop drafts while still maintaining the ability to be placed on uneven ground without altering the base design.

Where the devil am I?

I resolve to feign interest while watching people urinate.

Do not enjoy this year too much, but be sure to get some.