Quote of the day…

“You told us to imagine, and we imagined your irrelevance!”

Music

Anybody interested in,I dunno underground, or simply overlooked american music, try here.

Should be more sites like this on the net…be more like back in the old days then…more a concept of “what can we give…rather than the current,,,what can we take??” mentality that is all pervasive.

Computer still awaiting its heart transplant.

Still my computer awaits its heart transplant, but the new heart (in the form of a refurb cpu) is somewhere in the mail….surprise surprise, I hate fuckin ebayers who get the money and then wait a week to send off the item, usually with some bullshit explanation. Anyway hence no computer, posts have dwindled off, but killin time here are a few links  for the metalheads and punks.

SAXON 

DROPKICK MURPHYS

MOTORHEAD

FLOGGING MOLLY

English Russia

I’m not sure why this particular blog attracts the amount of  savage and  bitter  feedback that it does.  Sometimes maybe the details are a little hazy, and on occasion maybe the owner may be accused of leaping to conclusions, but all in all I like the blog and much of its content. English Russia, if you have any interest in Russia,or the former Soviet Union, is worth visiting.

The latest posting is of diamond mines in the far north.

Out Dalgety Way…

Went for a drive to Delgety, well didn't initially set out with that in mind, but rather was engaged in distributing marketing material for Pen and Ink Sketch Artist Dean Haeusler. And somewhere along the way we ended up out at Dalgety, N.S.W., on the banks of the Snowy River.

Its one of those place where the road begins as bitumen, then becomes gravel, and then for no apparent reason at intervals there are short stretches of bitumen. Years back in this country people always said of such instances of bitumen on a gravel road, that these sections were along the road frontage of  local councillors land...cynical perhaps, but often true, I dunno if that is the case with this location or not.

It is elevated country through there, all around 700 to 800 metres, undulating, stony and harsh looking, and I daresay when the wind blows across in mid winter it would be freezing cold.  It is in its open sparseness, beautiful country to travel through. The sort of country where the clouds create distinct  shadows  as they pass over.

And there are signs that once there was a much larger number of inhabitants than there are now, like much of rural Australia these days.  Empty and decaying buildings,  they must feature in somebody's memories, in somebody's story, but for how much longer? Which will cease to exist first the memory or the building?

There's a bridge at Dalgety, a road bridge across the Snowy River,  these days it looks a little like overkill, the amount of water flowing down the Snowy at the moment, a concrete culvert would suffice...maybe one day there will be a decent flow again.

Somewhere out there between Dalgety, Bombala  and Nimmitabel, along the old Bombala Cooma rail line, is the Jincumbilly Siding, it lies between Bombala and Holts Flat Siding.  There is another siding in there we have yet to visit.

This view is out the window of the old hall that is also out there in that area, can't think of the name of it off hand...the name don't matter greatly, it reminds me of John Prines song about memories and the view out dirty windows.

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