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An ungovernable world, a bike ride and a few pictures.

Been reading up on the climate change latest and “Go party like there’s no tomorrow”, would be considered advise for today’s young people. Basically the young of today have two choices, party and wait for death and disaster or find a way to scrub copious amounts of CO2 from the atmosphere and not forgetting they will also have to find a way to pay for the scrubbing the cost of which is estimated to be in the hundreds of trillions of dollars.

Not good news and the trouble with all these predictions is that they are made by scientists. People who are fenced into their area of expertise which do not necessarily include big picture views of the implications of their predictions. They are most often told to butt out of questions related to policy. An exception to this rule is professor James Hansen who is vocal on policy but unfortunately most of what he says falls on the death ears of politicians despite his well-founded warnings of economic collapse and the world becoming ungovernable. I would recommend everyone, especially if under middle-aged, read his papers, watch his videos and get angry.

Hansen’s website.

Other than imagining battles for survival, life in a cave and a world-wide shortage of sun lotion, I’ve not done much recently, brain not clicking into gear for some reason, and so went the other day for a mountain bike ride. Katoomba down to Woodford which is about twenty kilometres on the highway and then thirty kilometres off-road on “The Oaks” fire trail to Glenbrook. Not bad for someone whose license was canceled last month on the grounds of allegedly being too ill to drive a motorcar. No one worry though – I’m not dying yet – just doctors who misdiagnose, prescribe the wrong medication which did make me feel seriously ill and then are incapable of admitting they made a mistake when I recovered as a result of taking control of my own health. In any case I’m seriously thinking of cutting up my license so I can look my grandkids in the eye and say I did all I could to save them from starvation and world war three.

My mountain bike by the side of The Oaks firetrail in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney.

‘The Oaks’ fire trail – near thirty kilometres of sand, rocks and some awesome downhills. I’ve hit 68 kilometres per hour on this trail. Not bad for an old fella! LOL

Not doing as much as I’d like but have been taking pictures and experimenting with ways to get the effects I want – pretty dark I admit but that probably is just a reflection of my mental state. Below are two that are proving to be popular on photography websites.

Black and white photograph of graffiti and baby pram in back alley in Katoomba, New South wales, Australia.

 

Black and white photograph of paste up stuck on door in a back alley in Katoomba, New South Wales, Australia.

Blessings to all.

A few tech difficulties and few pictures.

Some may have noticed this blog went offline a few times recently, you probably got a ‘server not found’ error but happy to say the host’s wonderful tech people appear to have fixed whatever the issues were. Nevertheless a few posts disappeared into cyberspace which is not a big deal – I’m sure I’ll remember what they were about and will repost. In the meantime below are a few recent pictures and which are also doing OK on my reactivated 500px account. I mentioned that I think on one of the missing posts.

Black and white photograph and composite of glass door, young male and energy drink bottle. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Black and white photograph of peeling paste up of guru character on concrete wall with cast shadow of rubbis bin and person standing nearby. Photograph by Paul Nyssen. Black and white photograph of mannequins in discount store window with downmarket men's fashion shirts and sunglasses. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Thoughts forgotten and criminal and a few pictures.

Pretty sure I had quiet a few thoughts to share on a range of subjects but as is often the case, by the time you are sitting in front of the computer and looking at a flashing cursor the mind has gone blank. What was that thing that got me all fired up on the train back up the mountains the other day? Can’t remember but thinking about whatever it could have been you realise that it was probably just one symptom of a bigger illness. A bit like five hurricanes in a row in the Caribbean is either bad luck or just another indication that climate change is accelerating which itself is just a symptom of the disease that is civilisation based on consumption. Consumption produces two things, one being heat and the other toxic waste and so the ‘virus’ in need of eradication is human want. No-one will resolve climate change without resolving the insatiable appetite of some for consumer goods. The marketing people have long identified who ‘some’ is – just check out television ads and social media marketing.

OK – so we are all fucked because that particular sub-species will always put self ahead of everything and anyone else and will consider it a simple matter of rights and entitlement to put future generation’s right to a livable planet behind their immediate and irrational want for the latest article of clothing, smart-phone or motorcar. There are scientists who give us a decade at most but that is something I need to research a bit before daring to believe it could in fact be true.

Another thing that grabbed me today was an article about a guy who up until the time of his arrest some months ago was a prominent television journalist. He got himself entrapped by online vigilantes and wound up as the poster boy for pure evil on all the competition’s print and broadcast media. As it turned out he had a dirty conversation with online vigilantes and is facing a maximum sentence of up to fifteen years for the crime of talking stupid. He reportedly pleaded ‘guilty’ to this charge with his lawyer seeking a reduced sentence because no dirty pictures of under-age persons were exchanged and no child was actually interfered with in any manner whatsoever. Throwing out all the bullshit – his crime in fact amounts to having had a dirty thought. Wow – who hasn’t?

The stupid thing with this is that liking young males is average amongst older males, it’s according to research into the role aesthetics played in evolution a major reason that amongst primates the human branch was most successful. Contrary to our hairy cousins human adult males do not reject or even kill young males as potential sexual rivals but rather welcome and mentor them into successful adulthood. For that to happen there has to be a force of attraction between older and younger males that overrides the need for other-sex copulation in the older male. Fact lost on some who, let’s surmise, indeed see pretty boys as the greatest threat to their evil plans for world domination and therefore would push for ever tougher penalties on anyone who even mouths out the thought that a young guy is more fun to be with than a floppy bag of resentment.

Other than trying to remember what crosses my mind when I want to get it down in ones and zeros on the hard drive my 500px, which I closed about this time last year, was re-activated without my consent. Never put anything on automatic payments I suppose is the lesson there. I had the same problem with the newspaper ‘Le Monde’ who don’t tell you when you accept the offer of a three-month trial at 1 euro a month that having your bank details they will at the end of the 3 months take the full amount of the subscription and the only way to cancel it is to send them a suitably filled-in form and by registered snail mail to their Paris office. It borders on scam but I know, I know – print news media is in trouble and big problems require bold solutions.

So having another year of ‘awesome’ subscription to the 500px photography website I decided I may as well use it as a way of getting feedback on pictures and below are a few that are doing well.

Concrete footpath with penis scaped into cement with superimposed flowers. Photograph and montage by Paul Nyssen.

“Cities are awash with desire”.

Door and window of rundown habitation with sticker that reads 'please do not knock - no salesmen'. Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Picture of murdered teenager Jason Swift.

Picture I made in remembrance of teenager Jason Swift, murdered in London in 1985.

Peace and blessings to all.