Debunking the 97% Scientists Agree re Climate Change

One of the most sensible, balanced videos I have seen and I've viewed hundreds in my search for the truth and not what passes for truth.

You can find it here: https://youtu.be/YhmMBLGQpEs

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Who has earned your admiration in life?

Anika Ghandi

How many people in your life have you found worthy of admiration?

Apart from my father, said by others to be a "brilliant engineer" and a Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF) Squadron Leader who was my boss, most other people I have admired have been women.

Most recently, I stumbled upon the site of Anika Ghandi who provides YouTube videos about woodwork and carpentry tools. As an amateur carpenter who attends the local Men's Shed and is learning to craft wooden products - at an advanced age I might add, I find her blog, email messages and YouTube videos very helpful.

Anika even provides top quality plans for some of her projects. How good is that?

When I first watched one of her videos I thought, "She must be a tradesperson, she's very good at this." Little did I know that she is actually a degreed electrical engineer (like my father who was an electrical and mechanical engineer) who decided to transition from electricity to timber. Obviously doing practical things with timber (or lumber in the US) appeals to her more than designing power installations and high-tension power lines.

Anika is obviously very smart - aren't all engineers - and also talented. She's adapted to woodwork and made it a career. One has to admire her achievements even if you aren't into engineering or woodwork.

I'm beginning one of her project shortly and I look forward to viewing Anika's videos and reading her blog frequently as I hone my skills.

As a one-time adult educator/trainer, I have a sound understanding of competency-based training (CBT) and assessment and I'm using CBT principles as I develop my skills base piece of timber by piece of timber. 

Only time will tell how successful I become and time isn't something I have a lot of since I'm closer to the end than the beginning. 

Who have or do you admire? Tell us in the comments.

#Robinoz

My first ever paid job

 

When I was at high school my parents and I lived on a copper mine in a remote region of Central Australia. 

Peko Mine has since vanished in its entirety. All that is left are concrete house bases and a concrete block placed over the 1,000 odd foot mine shaft to prevent idiots falling in. There was only one shaft and that was located under the poppet head or head frame you can see near the top right of the photo. There was another access point used for emergency exit and also air circulation. Air circulation needs an upcast shaft and a downcast shaft - sucking and blowing. The downcast shaft was a ladder way into the top level of the mine, only a short distance below surface. This has been filled in too and not one piece of metal from the buildings remains.

In the photo is the assaying laboratory in the foreground, the office (shorter building middle right), the main mill complex next to it (the taller building), the diesel-electric powerhouse in the middle and houses in the distant background.

We lived in one of the staff houses.

During school holidays, especially the Christmas holidays that were of six weeks duration, my parents found it difficult to help me find something to do; yes, I rode my bike all over the place, trekked off into the local arid country checking out old mines and a variety of lizards, snakes, kangaroos, and echidnas, but eventually I got bored. 

The devil finds evil things for idle hands to do. And I got into trouble on a couple of occasions when I was found on the minesite where I shouldn't have been. At 12 or 13 years of age, I wasn't permitted anywhere on the mine unaccompanied and not allowed underground period.

My father, who was chief engineer, did take me underground on several occasions at Peko and Orlando Mine which was fairly safe given that the Inspector of Mines was located at Darwin, 1500 km away and wasn't likely to catch us in the act.

My father decided to find me a job. He spoke with the then Exploration Department chief geologist whose work was mostly off-site and bingo, I got hired and paid a pittance out of petty cash since I was also too young to be formally employed.

For the rest of my school days I had a job every holiday.

I went out in the field seeking new mineral leases, surveying diamond drilling exploration locations, picking up lunches for the teams going "bush", and doing other important stuff like collecting geologist's hammers, cleaning the Landrover 4WD vehicles, and sharpening the boss's pencil collection.

I really hit the big time when I was shown how to split a cylindrical diamond drilled core in half using an ancient core splitter almost identical to that shown below.

The first few hundred feet of core splitting was very interesting, but the novelty soon wore off. I'd take a piece of core from a core tray with maybe 50 feet of core lying in it, place a cloth bag on one side of the splitter and wind down the wheel until the core cracked in half.

One half fell into the bag which, when it was full, I'd label with the core tray number, tie it off with the integrated ties and send it to the assaying laboratory.

The other pieces were meticulously placed back in the core tray.

It was a mind-numbingly boring job, but it helped me realise what I was to understand better later in life, all jobs have their menial, less interesting tasks, but even monotonous, uninteresting, unchallenging jobs need to be done.

So, my first paid job was as a "field assistant" that involved being a GOFER and splitting endless footage of drilled core. The money, added to my parents' allowance enabled me to hit the local town eight miles away a couple of times per week to meet my mates for an iced coffee and a trip to the local open-air theatre.

Another good job was that I learned to drive the Landrover 4 Wheel Drive vehicles in open country where there was little to hit except a few gum trees and a pile of anthills. By 14 I was a seasoned driver on manual vehicles (autos were just beginning to appear in the 60s).

Now, as I write this reflection on life, I'm post-work having retired after several major career changes and I can look back and smile at these stages of my development.

What was your first job? Comment below and let us know all about it.

#Robinoz

How much can we donate?

 

During the last five days - not even a whole week, I've received four requests for donations in the mail.

On top of that, I've had several pop-ups wanting me to subscribe to various news outlets.

Two of the envelopes I received included pairs of childrens socks and a few cards with envelopes.

Quid pro Quo.  We'll give something to you if you give something to us.

The challenge is, as much as I would like to donate to every worthy cause, like most people, I'm not a billionaire with an unending stream of income.

I did send $100 to a group seeking to abolish Alzheimers and other cognitive diseases. 

Each year I donate to several organisations whose research will improve the lot of all humanity, not just people with this or that disease, but as I said, I'm not Mark Zuckerberg or Bill Gates.

In fact, I'm a self-funded retiree with an annual income well below the average Australian income. No, I'm not crying poor. I'm debt free and manage to feed and clothe myself, but I don't have truck loads of money to send to every worthy cause whose letter arrives at my letterbox or whose email or SMS arrives on my mobile.

If I win 80 million in next weeks lottery, you can be sure I'll use 95% of the win to help others in need; veterans, homeless and many charities. Until then, I'm sorry, I can't help most of you who ask.

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