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From Marracuene to Macaneta there is only a good stretch of dirty road, sometimes passable, sometimes a trap. Any Macaneta enthusiast has already experienced both, for sure! Because it crosses a swamp, when it rains the road almost disappears, changing its structure in such a way that makes it hard or even difficult to use.

Besides being a Russian roulette, this road extends across beautiful unspoiled rural sceneries. In terms of tourism, this road itself has a lot of potentialities, being a favorite among bikers. If it only existed a good safe parking for cars (it could be on the other side of the river), and nice transportation for the tourists from the ferry to the beaches, the interest would surely grow. It could be a service from the lodges, a private business or both.

This road also offers the possibility of contact with: 1) Country life – by transforming empty like farms into something more interesting. 2) African rural ways – by opening a village and village houses to tourist visits. 3) People, mainly children – but that had to happen in different terms from the actual ones. 4) Commercialization of local products – some are already offered, but it can be improved.

A lot more could be said, but this is already a good start. Anyway, it feels like doing something for a place where no plastic bags fly around, yet – or any other kind of rubbish to be precise. A truly rarity!

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The first time I heard the word backhoe I was a teenager and had a distorted knowledge of the world so I misunderstood what a backhoe really was. All I knew was one of our neighbors rented backhoes even though he was happily married. Eventually, I did see what real backhoes looked like and that was the start of my fascination with the backhoe. That boyish fascination continues up to today.

A backhoe is a notorious creature in Trinidad and Tobago and became infamous for causing long lines of traffic on back roads and highways. With its jiggly digger, a backhoe at maximum speed is frightening and unstable at best. Maybe in the sixties a backhoe was considered a fast moving and steady vehicle, but by today's standards for reckless driving and endangering life and limb of the innocent, a maximum speed 30 km/h on the highways shouldn't be tolerated. I dislike backhoes for this reason but I dislike backhoes even more because WASA has adopted the backhoe, along with the jackhammer and incompetence, as their main weapons for the mass destruction of roads.

But backhoes are not all bad and when in action a backhoe can be a joy to watch. To see a bright yellow backhoe skillfully place its digger into the earth and carve a trench that signifies the start of a new pothole can only be matched by seeing dump-trucks offload gravel in the middle of a road in a residential area, then speed off.

Despite its bad reputation, humans are fascinated by backhoes probably because backhoes share some human characteristics such as they can be useful at both ends. Like people, backhoes are also unstable when handled incorrectly and are prone to blowing a hose if the ground is too hard. That is where the jackhammer comes in, I suppose. In some construction catalogues a backhoe is also called a rear actor or back actor which has been know to be confused with actors from a certain misunderstood, but highly appreciated, segment to the movie industry. Now that The Joker is out of the way I think Batman's next villain would be The Backhoe. Maybe the backhoe has been unfairly vilified by us humans but I am still certain I do not want to return as a backhoe in my next life.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Road Trippin’, These guys are probably one of my guilty pleasures when it comes to music. But this is really a pretty good song.

Lyle Lovett - the Road to Endenada, Can’t go wrong with Lyle, and this song is just downright gorgeous!

The Talking Heads - Road to Nowhere, I love the Talking Heads & this video is fantastic - brings back so many memories.

Van Morrison - Bright Side of the Road, That’s right - Van is the Man!

Roger Miller - King of the Road, Obvious choice for the topic, but picked specifically for the video. You really have to watch this one, it’s Roger & Johnny Cash performing together and cracking each other up on live TV.

The road to Marracuene is pretty busy, stretching from one of the wildest open markets in Maputo all the way up to the north. Maputo to Marracuene is only 20km, but it can take you more than an hour of driving if you care about safety.

There were times when that road crossed a farm area, only with an occasional building here and there, signaling a farm, a warehouse or a church – typical country scenery! Nowadays, there are crowds, buildings and markets non interrupted. There is nothing we can do about it: except for the island Maputo is, with its buildings and well-planned streets, Mozambique has become a truly African country.

Witnessing that African way of life must be hard on Western eyes. Though, one day, it can even be proved that they are right: despite all the visible confusion and dirtiness, Africans are not the ones harming the environment.

Concerning this matter, I sympathize with the South African approach: allowing people to go on with their lives but within a certain order. All the easiness and carelessness in Mozambique, widely accepted with the excuse of extreme poverty, sooner or later is going to slap into someone’s face.

What I have to say is that an area supposed to be for farm productivity and related industries should be maintained like that, and not transformed into dormitory or endless dumbanengue. And if such alterations are unavoidable, then they should happen within a plan.

There is no significative vision for Marracuene. That cute village could well be a tourism and museum small town, without having to invest heavily to achieve it. And by the way, shouldn’t a place where Mozambicans fought the colonialism be declared historical and protected?

Over the last years, what we have been witnessing is bad taste constructions, empty ruins and the usual proliferation of barracas displaying all kind of stuff, mainly beer and soft drinks. Near the batelão, at least a forty years survivor, women sell fish and sundries without a proper place or shadow to protect them and the products they sell.

When the subject is Marracuene, there are so many things to do and so few resources or enthusiasm that the obvious question always is: why even bother?

Dumbanengue-street market

Barraca-tent to sell products
Batelão-ferryboat

Because it is a briefing, members of the public will not be able to attend - but nor can any decisions be made.  The first full Council meeting after that date will be 2 September but it remains to be seen if the Council will be considering the issue at that meeting.

The price of gas is more in the news now than it was four years ago when I wrote this press release (that never made the news, of course):

Price Gouging, or Bad Planning?

It wasn’t so long ago that Democrats wanted European-like prices for gasoline.  They reasoned that if gasoline were more expensive, then more people would ride bicycles, walk, or use public transportation and, in general, conserve this energy resource as if it were finite.  Expensive gas would promote the development of alternative fuels and energy sources, and probably fuel a new wave of technological breakthroughs.  While we may not like the idea of expensive gas, the long-term reasoning is actually pretty sound.

Sadly, Democratic politicians abandoned this reasoning when they lifted gasoline taxes before an election (the late Governor O’Bannon in 2000), suggested that we tap into our Strategic Oil Reserves (several Democrats on state and federal levels), or (as Rep. Julia Carson had done this past June) call for an investigation of the oil industry at the first hint of rising gasoline prices.

Ms. Carson has voted for federal price controls, though this policy has proven disastrous every time, and in every country, and every market that it has been tried.  Ironically, she’s also voted against fuel alternative incentives and raising CAFE standards, two common liberal rallying points.

Ms. Carson isn’t a policy wonk, to be sure.  But her ideas on energy consumption are inconsistent, illogical and counterproductive.  Without better representation in this key policy area, and soon, our future looks grim.

There hasn’t been a new oil refinery built in the USA since 1976.  So instead of doing the math of supply and demand with our own resources, we turned to global markets that have their own agenda in global politics.   This has made us dependent upon foreign intervention as an energy policy, and raises the possibility that third-world nations may soon pass us in terms of energy efficiency and robust delivery/point of use generation…and this could mean even further erosion of USA industry and technological prowess.

We’ve built our cities for cars and cheap gas; so we have seas of parking lots and miles and miles of ugly boxes we call buildings.  Such unsightly, inefficient building lowers our quality of life, steals our leisure time, and makes us a nation of red-faced road-ragers.  Oh, and of course, like most federal policies of the last forty years, this lack of clear-sighted policy has cost us tens of thousands of jobs.

We must do better.  We’re past-due for some forward-thinking in energy and transportation policy, and I will make free-market investment, innovation and infrastructure development a high priority on day one.

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Going by what I see at the SSC in Colombo, this match is going to be yet another high scoring draw. Even after losing King Kumar early, Sri Lanka are still at a formidable position at 3/305, scoring at a run-rate of 3,5.

The future of test cricket however looks very bleak.

If the curators continue to dish out pitches like the SSC and Lords, test cricket will suffer a premature death.

This could not have come at a worser time, when the shorter versions threaten to put an end to this unadulterated form of the game.

The players that passionately talk about upholding test cricket tradition will some day complain about the five-day duration in future. If they don't want to do that, they'll feign injury and prefer to play the more-lucrative LOI edition.

Already, the youth want a heavy dosage of T20 cricket. If the curators continue to prepare test pitches where there is nothing in for the bowlers, even the most ardent test cricket audience will ask to put an end to test cricket.

You can call that mercy killing.

When India toured Australia last summer, we got excellent sporting wickets. If not for the batting belter in Adelaide, Melbourne, Sydney and Perth were excellent test match wickets.

It is also a noteworthy point that both teams played for a result and did not look to draw matches like South Africa and England.

The curators have to make sure that they prepare sporting wickets for test matches, taking a cue from their Australian counterparts.

Else, we'll have to be prepared for the untimely demise of test cricket.

RIP Test Cricket

Born: 1861 Dead: 2008

I believe that the privatizations of roads would be in the form of giving the taxpayers their money back and allowing them to only pay for the roads for which they use. With "Smart Passes" this seems like an easier project than before. Many roads in the colonial days were private but people drove around the tolls. If all roads were private you would not be able to do this.

This would allow for a pricing mechanism to take place. For example, the hours of 7-9 in the morning and 3-7 in the evening would have the highest fees. This would allow some businesses to shift their hours and decrease congestion. Another benefit is construction would not happen during the day, as it would anger consumers. It would anger you if you went into the local Starbucks and they were redoing the tile on the floor during business hours. There are many other benefits to privatization but the one I truly believe in is better quality of roads.

The Economist took a look at the current road situation:

"If America does not act, say Robert Yaro of the Regional Plan Association (RPA), a body that plans the New Jersey-Connecticut region, it will have the infrastructure of a third world country."

So what are the facts of the government funded roads and transportation system:

• First, we pay less in GDP compared to most countries; 2.4% of GDP. It's 5% in Europe and 9% in China.
• Second, Flight delays costs $15 billion dollars a year.
• Third, road congestion costs $78 billion dollars a year; 4.2 billion lost hours and 2.9 billion lost petrol.
• Last, the National Commission wants $225 billion dollars for the next 50 years; we are spending 40%.

If David Friedman's laws of anything the government does the private sector can do for half is true then that means we could get this done with $113 billion dollars and save all the $78 billion dollars.

Should we privatize? Or should we continue to pump money? We could even seen gas prices being lowered due to this.

~PCCapitalist

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One of the reasons they were asked to do this work was that Infinity Investments, the owners of the Ravenswood property north of Woodend, have suggested a slip road to connect the Pegasus entrance on the Main North Road with the Rangiora-Woodend Road .  The intention of this is to ease traffic in Woodend and to provide a more direct route between Pegasus and Rangiora.  It was felt by some councillors that this added a new element into the mix subsequent to Transit completing their own public consultation.

The ViaStrada conclusions are as follows:

1. The Woodend Transport Study conducted by transit was appropriately based on the current and future Waimakariri District's planning stategies, current zoning and on the Greater Christchurch Urban Development Strategy.  Therefore Transit's assumptions and the basis of the consultation process are sound.
2. Based on legal advice we have received Transit's recognition of the potentially acute difficulties involved with the acquisition of land in the Maori Reserve is justified.
3. The conclusion reached by Transit to eliminate further consideration of western options is reasonable.

"In addition, we have assessed several different western corridors but have not identified any option that would, in the context of the current planning foundation for the project, be considered viable or worthy of further investigation."

The route will include some sections above the water, and some coastal waterway sections.

Also we have taken some sneaky snaps of whole-island-size builds we've constructed to add around the Mainland. One is a Space Base:

and the other is a lofty Castle:

Once placed, these locations will be available to rent for events, similarly to existing areas such as Platinum.

If you haven't visited the Ichelus volcano, the playground in Da Boom, or the Juice Bar in Brownlee, give then a peek, too!

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'getcher fresh lottery tickets! get the latest scandals from Guatemala City! only 3 quetzales and good for starting a fire in the evening.(the paper, not her)

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the caballero...we were going to be visiting someone he knows(just about anyone)with a small collection of old cars for sale, but per his accident this week in Frida's...it is/we are delayed, as usual. Nothing, or very little happens on time or as scheduled:

This reserve extends, very roughly, over the triangle of land bounded by Rangiora-Woodend Road, Sandhills Road, the Cam River and Tuahiwi Road.  It is one of the reserves allocated to Ngai Tahu in negotiations with the Government agent Walter Mantell in 1849.  This followed an earlier, inadequately completed, deal made by Henry Kemp the preceding year.

The deals allowed for “adequate” reserves to be set aside to Ngai Tahu for their own use.  The inadequacy of those reserves became a subject of continued petition and argument with the Government over the ensuing 150 years, culminating in the Ngai Tahu Claims Settlement Act of 1998.

In 1865, Parliament passed a Native Lands Act which stated that no more than 10 Maori owners could be listed on a title.  In this way, Maori tribal land was broken up all over the country and passed into the hands of groups of individuals.  In Tuahiwi, the effect was to dispossess Ngai Tahu of their tribal land.  Over the years, while some of these blocks of land have been sold, the remainder have remained in the hands of ever-multiplying numbers of owners as each successive generation has inherited its share.

The 1865 Act was designed to do just this. At that time, the New Zealand Wars were still being waged in the North Island, wars that were partly brought about by the increasing reluctance of Maori to part with their land.  Opposition to land sales, for instance, was a central part of the Maori King Movement (Kingitanga) that had been established in the Waikato in 1858.  The Act was the settler Government's way of freeing up land for sale.

Since 1865, there have also been many instances where government, both central and local, has seen Maori land as fair game when it comes to public works: roads, airfields, defence installations and the like.

Given this background, it is hardly surprising if talk of roads through the Tuahiwi Reserve strikes a sensitive nerve!

Multi-tasking. What the fuck is the modern obsession with doing 50 million things at once? I don’t fucking get it! Yes, life is busy. Yes, the world is moving faster than it did before people had mobile phones, wi-fi internet or the wheel. But, seriously, are you saving time by doing a half-arsed job of a bunch of things? What the cunt are you doing?

It makes me sick. I’m a singular focus person. I like dedicating myself to a single thing and doing it properly before moving on to the next thing. I’m also a guy and doing more than one thing usually fucks me up. Women seem to be better at multi-tasking and good luck to them. I draw the line at walking while listening to music or watching telly while drinking beer, that’s the limit for me. Whatever! The thing that nauseates me, like a floating turd in my breakfast cereal, is the useless cunts who insist of multi-tasking at the expense of both tasks.

The attention-deficit FUCKHEADS who try to compose text messages while riding bicycles. These are truly useless people and I want to buy a big car just to run the fuckers over. No clue! No fucking clue where they’re going, what’s around them and I dread to even think about the spelling in their stupid messages. They cunt along at walking pace all over the road like they’re just screaming to the world: KILL ME NOW!!! Oh no, I better answer the message now or my pathetic social life will crumble. Ooh, no but I’d better not stop pedaling or time will stop and I’ll miss my vegan-sexual-philosophy tutorial. DIE!!!

DECIDE!!! Text OR ride! Not both! You’re not saving time. If you stop, type and send your message, then start riding again, you’ll be riding faster and you won’t give everyone around you the steaming shits by forcing the guilt of manslaughter on them, and the person who gets the message may even understand it. What the fuck is the point in fucking up both tasks? It fills me with boundless fury. They don’t deserve the oxygen they’re wasting on their atrophied brains. They should be legally designated outlets for public indignation and repressed rage. I want to snatch your stupid phone out of your hand and smash it on the road, and when you come back around to ask me in your neo-hippy-passive-aggressive way what my problem is, I want to swipe you off your bike with my cricket bat and smash your chinless body into a greasy paste in the bike lane!

Multi-tasking is bullshit, except when done by girls...sometimes, and only because they can make it work. Note the word can, they can make it work, and if they do - fine. Anyone who can’t should abstain from it and just learn to fucking well PRIORITISE!!!

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My most recent trips along the Michigan Road, however, have been along a segment I know well. I've driven the road from my home near Michigan Rd. and Kessler Blvd. in Indianapolis almost to Rochester dozens and dozens of times over the years. When I set out recently along this stretch to take photographs, I was surprised by how much I found that I had never noticed before!

It started less than a mile from my house when I encountered this 1840s farmhouse, which is for sale. (Click on any photo to see it larger in Flickr.)

Then, three blocks north I saw this home, which I learned was built in 1852 by the Aston family and served as an inn for travelers on the road.

I've driven by these houses countless times. But while I've certainly seen them out of the corner of my eye as I sped past, I never really noticed them. I was too busy going to work or to Wal-Mart or wherever. But now that I've really seen them, I really see them every time I drive past.

And so it went all the way to Rochester. I saw century-old churches and rotting storefronts and homestead farmhouses that I may have only vaguely noticed on all my previous trips along this road. I have been zoned out enough for so long on this road that I didn't even notice an abandoned old alignment until just recently. I live for abandoned old alignments! How could I have missed it?

When the Michigan Road was built in the 1830s, this land was marshy and hard to travel. In those days, the state of the roadbuilding art was to "corduroy" such roads, laying long logs across it one after another. The logs would roll, and horses could lose their footing, but it was better than getting stuck in the muck.

The roadbuilders used sycamore logs so fresh that new sycamores began to grow out of their ends. The corduroy road is long gone, but the sycamores that grew from them still stand. A historical marker proclaims this Sycamore Row.

Deer Creek is at this alignment's end. Today, the Michigan Road jogs left and then right around Sycamore Row, crossing the creek on a modern bridge. I'm betting that at some point in the past, the bridge at the end of Sycamore Row needed to be replaced. Instead of closing the road to replace the bridge, a bypass was built with the new bridge at its end. Since this alignment is one lane wide, and the road probably wasn't widened to two lanes until the automobile era was in swing, I'd guess that the old bridge was of stone or wood, and the realignment happened in the 1910s or 1920s. Sycamore Row was left to remind us of this bit of Indiana history.

Several years ago, driving by here I thought I saw a historical marker out of the corner of my eye. "I ought to stop someday," I said to myself, but I didn't until just the other weekend. What a shame that I couldn't see!