I generally don't read non addressed 'City of Sydney' mail. I don't believe in it. Well actually that isn't entirely true, beyond the facts that I can see looking out the window like when a tree is wrapped in what looks like the slats from a futon mattress, and the letter is telling me the car space that kept cars from parking in my street is now public property soon to become a bike clearway I understand that public architecture remains a form of attempted social control but I can accept that because on the streets the ambivalent middle classes I hide amongst seamlessly adjust their lives accordingly to public policy as long as they get a seat at the latest complex eating establishment. Having said that you don't need a set top box to work out Bourke St is under attack from within. The road workers - mayor Clover Moore's high viz army famous for the relaying the footpaths of Kings Cross so when developers and real estate agents called it Potts Point no one would notice - that once passed the time between cigarette breaks building footpaths and roads that brought 4WDing Double Bay mothers to Dank Street to a place they had heard about at the local Aboriginal Art gallery called 'East Redfern' for 10 kilo bags of flour and $80au bottles of extra-uber olive oil are now holding ripping up those roads and sending all drivers to toll roads off South Dowling street.



I wonder what other compulsory social engineering might become involved in the Redfern council area and will Ed Hardy's fashion designs seem normal when 'high viz' clothing is compulsory for pedestrians following the occupational health and safety police take over of 'community relations'?

But I don't get these feelings only in my home town, don't get me wrong I love Melbourne but I'm glad I don't have to deal with the states obsession with geometrical shapes in public art and giant non-parallel lines which distract and confuse me every time I see them. Recently I saw pieces of one of the federation square buildings which had fallen on a temporary book stall in a freak weather incident. If Carl Williams was under that fallen roof it would have made the news...




When french philosopher Rene Descartes stood at the window he looked down watched the top hats and wondered if the bustle of the suits and top hats of the locals in 1620 were not men but robots, how could he know if others are conscious when he sees the world from his own minds eye, do they see the same world as him? When I look out the window I wonder if that dog owner knows their designer dog has crapped on the newly laid grass and will I remember not to walk in it. My problem is not actually with any dogs or their owners my problem is that it is impossible to get a coffee on a Sat or Sunday without a 4 course tapas deposit on a table.


No photo can describe how good that desert tasted, I have no resentment towards my suburb every minute waiting in line at Bourke st Bakery is worth it, I have the best coffee I have tasted from Hobart to Hamburg within walking distance I have risked everything from Goat Curry to Crock from in the pub bistro, I just ask one thing City Of Sydney?

WHAT KICKBACKS ARE YOU GETTING FROM CAR SHARE?