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Sustainable Olympics? Haha!

This was originally intended as another section to be tacked onto the end of my latest musings post, but I felt so strongly about it and had so much to say, I figure it makes sense to post it separately. I’d post it together you see, but I don’t have enough stamps, nor a postal bag big enough. Actually I might have a postal bag big enough, but it’s full of wheatberries.

I’ve been told the Olympics are over. One of my good Twitter friends Mike Sullivan who also bases himself in Singapore said the fireworks from the closing ceremony probably put back our efforts to slow global warming by at least 10 years! I can remember having similar feelings whenever I watched the fireworks in Sydney for New Years each year: all that smoke and burnt up material seemed so wasteful. I guess I’m unromantic in that way!

The Clannad folks playing tennis. Tomoya doesn't look impressed!
The Clannad folks playing tennis. Tomoya doesn’t look impressed!

I just can’t believe it’s over already. Part of me feels as though it dragged on forever, but the other part is drinking coffee. Wait, I got sidetracked, let me try that again. The other part of me feels as though it only just started. As a person who feels sustainable development is more important than exponential growth, the Olympics for me has come to stand for wasteful spending and ridiculous extravagance, not least because of the time frame in which it’s played and how much money goes into it for such a short amount of time. Sure the facilities that are built can be used later, but realistically can that really be used to justify the cost?

This isn’t to say I think Olympic games have always been nauseatingly wasteful, but the last half a dozen have certainly… taken the gold. In China’s case though, it wasn’t just limited to government spending. My father who does a lot of business in Beijing said numerous times during the lead-up to the games that to cope with the pollution, factories and plants he was overseeing were being told to close, and they weren’t even leading offenders! For other firms that benefited from the Olympics, he can name several that defaulted on payments and had to close down as a result of not being able to manufacture their goods. Again there have been new public spaces created, subway lines etc, but one can’t help but think there would have been a better way of doing it.

ASIDE: A post about the Chinese Olympics wouldn’t be complete without a Westerner complaining about Tibet, Inner Mongolia and Taiwan, so consider that taken care of! Don’t worry, I voted against John Howard who took Australia to Iraq!

This issue makes my head hurt.
This issue makes my head hurt.

Now we come to the issue of Australia at the Olympics. When you consider that Australia is a country with just over 20 million people, it is staggering that it appears alongside China and the United States in the medal tallies with hundreds of millions of people. Per capita, Australia is one of the most successful sporting nations on Earth. Whoopty-do. So, what’s the catch?

Unfortunately, such an enviable position doesn’t come cheap. According to an article published yesterday in the Sydney Morning Herald, a newspaper from Sydney of all places (sometimes I surprise even myself!), the 13 gold medals won by Australian athletes at the Beijing 2008 games cost Australian taxpayers…

$16.7 million

Not only that, but the federally funded Australian Institute of Sport costs a few more million a year, not to mention each of the state government sponsored training centres which combined are estimated to blow out that initial figure to over $100 million.

TAXPAYERS have forked out $16.7 million through direct federal grants for each of the 13 gold medals won by Australia’s Olympic team in Beijing.

But sports academic James Connor said even that figure is an underestimate once funding by state governments, and the cost of sporting infrastructure, such as the high-tech $17 million Australian Institute of Sport swimming pool, are taken into account.

“The real price of a gold medal would be three, four or five times higher, up to $100 million,” [told] Dr Connor.

~ Going for Gold, but at what cost?

The Brittas Empire!
5 minutes at the Whitbury New Town Leisure Centre is all those athletes would need!

So we come to the inevitable, unavoidable question: is it worth it? I’m not sure that it is. Sure I have my own biases against athletes in general, but I honestly can’t help but think some of this money could have been put to better use. And I can’t stand fuzzy justifications like it boosts moral, national pride etc, that attempt to speak on behalf of everyone, like this paragraph from another article from the Sydney Morning Herald:

When the farmers, public servants, shop assistants, tradesmen, students and motley sporting obsessives are chosen for elite training and then selected to represent their country, an investment has been made in world’s best practice and the social benefits that flow from tangible success on a world stage that can be enjoyed across the social spectrum. As Australians have excelled, out of proportion to their numbers, from generation to generation, it suggests that something powerful, something money can’t buy, comes from wearing the wattle green and gold.

~ Let the medal tallies begin in 1954: Sydney Morning Herald

I don’t like being talked about on my behalf, especially with regards to something like this. I feel far more proud when an Australian develops a medical vaccine, or a more efficient way to desalinate water for people in desperately poor countries, or when an Australian comedy team releases a hilarious new TV series. Not only do these things help far more people, but their effects outlast a gold medal.

The Clannad folks playing tennis. Tomoya doesn't look impressed!
Yay for athletic government grants!

Australia is often stereotyped as a country full of people who all love watching sport, but talking to people since coming back here, I’d say less than half were interested in watching Olympics, or AFL, or any other sport. Given this, I’m sure there’s at least a statistically significant slice of the Australian population that have their priorities somewhere else, but alas as long as some people think it’s worth spending millions upon millions of dollars on training athletes, I guess we’ll continue to spend money in said fashion. It’s not that I’m bitter or anything, it’s more to do with the fact that I’m a bit bitter!

So anyway we’ve finished up with the Olympics for another four years. I was going to say "flash in the pan" but chose not to, because doing so would make me look bitter, and the last thing I want to do is look as though I’m bitter in any way.

Eerie night Mawson Lakes train station photo

I just walked outside our house in Mawson Lakes in Northern Adelaide (Australia) and took a photo of the newly built Mawson Lakes Interchange train station (00:47 Central Australian Time). They spared no expense in lighting it up, the blue lights are a nice touch! Forgive the bad camera angle, the moment I took this shot the batteries died.

Now if they’d just finish building the houses around us so we’re not woken up by jackhammers every morning we’ll be in business.

On students and generic brand goodness

If Australian Woolworths Supermarket’s Homebrand isn’t the greatest thing since sliced bread for university students, I don’t know what is.

Oh but wait… Homebrand also make sliced bread! Haw haw haw :-)

Woolworths Homebrand goodness!

Internode rocks!

ASIDE: This is not a paid advertisement, despite it reading as such. Having something go well for me is a big thing you see!

After several weeks of disastrous encounters with phone companies (Telstra and Virgin Mobile, I’m looking at you guys!) something has finally gone well: I’m typing this post from our newly established Internode ADSL connection!

FreeBSD sees RubenerdShow.com, for the first time in a while!

Internode (Wikipedia link) is a local, Adelaide based internet service provider that, unlike other ISPs in Australia I’ve had experience with, have two very important things going for them: their heads are screwed on and their arses aren’t on fire! We went from applying for a connection from scratch, to having a modem and working connection in less 4 days.

Monday, 11th August
Registered online for ADSL2+ broadband plan
Tuesday, 12th August
Recieved SMS saying that our local phone exchange isn’t ADSL2+ ready and that they can’t connect us (Telstra’s fault, not theirs). Went online and changed the plan to ADSL 8Mb/s
Thursday, 14th August
Recieved SMS saying we were all connected and ready to go. Went into the city and picked up the modem, went back home and went to RubenerdShow.com :-)

Internode logo thingy What blew me away even more than their timeliness (is that a word?) was their customer support. When we registered online, I chose the option to pick up the modem from their office in the CBD instead of waiting for a courier delivery. Getting the train into the city from Mawson Lakes only takes 20 minutes or so, and I figured I might as well save the $15 and grab a bite to eat. What, I’m not allowed to eat? I’m only human.

When I arrived in the city, I went to their office to get the connection finalised and collect the modem:

11:29
Walked into building. Told receptionist what I was there for. Was directed to a counter. Noticed all their computers were aluminium iMacs and their chairs were bright orange… very important!
11:30
Was told that my credit card worked and that the new connection was successful. Was told to wait while their technician configured the new modem. Was asked if I wanted to pay for the modem with the same credit card they had on file. Naaaaaaaaaah worries.
11:38
Walked out of customer service centre with modem and activated account.

Compared to Netspace that sent Kevin Tan and I a faulty modem back in 2005 and took a whopping two months to get connected as a result, and TPG Australia that took over three weeks, this was fantastic! Virgin Mobile Broadbandget a clue!

ASIDE: If you didn’t read my adventure with Virgin Mobile’s Wireless Broadband service, they wouldn’t let me register before I provided an Australian bank statement as "capacity to pay". My Singaporean bank accounts and credit cards were useless despite them meeting the minimum requirements and then some. Fine with me, I took my business elsewhere!

Internode House on Grenfell St, from Google Maps street view
Internode House on Grenfell St, from Google Maps street view

As a free and open source software advocate (no, me, really?) what really impresses me about Internode is that they’re also an officially licenced mirror of SourceForge, meaning when I download software I’m getting it from a server that’s geographically next door, and doesn’t count towards the monthly quota. They also have another comprehensive local software mirror that includes amongst other software… FreeBSD ISO images :-).

Unfortunately as I elaborated in a previous post, our local telephone exchange’s DSLAM isn’t ADSL2+ ready, meaning we’re stuck with 8Mb/s 40GiB-limit plan until at least the end of the year. Telstra trying to get to me again it seems… what an oven of stupid grilled cheese sandwiches.

ASIDE: What’s the collective term for grilled cheese sandwiches? Chuck Peddle?

Virgin Broadband doesn’t like my money!

ASIDE: Considering the phone company in question, I was going to title this post "Screwed over by a virgin", but that’s a little too much even for this site I think. I do think, it only hurts sometimes.

Another day, another major problem with a phone company. I’m starting to think they’re more evil than… other evil corporations.

Today marked the end of the long and involved adventure with Virgin Broadband, Virgin Mobile Australia’s wireless broadband service. This system allows you to connect your laptop wirelessly (no, really?) through the Virgin 3G phone network to the intertubes for a fixed amount per month, plus the cost of the small USB modem. In Singapore, the public Wireless@SG WiFi network service is ubiquitous, but in Adelaide WiFi connections are fairly spare by comparison and not interconnected, so I figured this wireless broadband service would be quite handy.

Virgin Broadband's wireless service
Virgin Broadband’s wireless service

Enter the phrase "capacity to pay". The idea behind this boneheaded system of checks is to ensure that prospective clients have the ability to meet their financial obligations each month for the lifetime of the contract, in this case with Virgin Mobile’s 23 month wireless broadband plan. Simple and straightforward enough right? Of course not!

This is how it works: once you’ve registered and provided them was enough personal information to allow them to easily steal and assume your identity for malicious purposes involving grilled cheese sandwiches, you must provide them with a bank statement showing your last several paychecks or other forms of income. The bank account must be Australian, and no other form of proof is accepted.

This means that, despite my bank account clearly showing regular deposits from clients (or as regular as you could expect from a self employed person such as myself) which, after conversion to Aussie dollars more than meets the minimum income requirement… because it is with a Singaporean bank it is comepletely useless. Visiting a local Australian branch of DBS and printing the statement in Australia doesn’t qualify me. Heck, not even my credit card is an acceptable form of proof.

ASIDE: Forgive me for the following transport related metaphors, I hate them as much as you do but they’re so especially apt under these circumstances. Next time I’ll go back to talking about grilled cheese sandwiches and Chuck Peddle, I promise.

Now let’s take a step off the insanity bus and instead board the clue train. If their stated purpose was to verify my "capacity to pay", what does the location of the account have to do with verifying my finances? If they’re worried my foerign bank doesn’t exist or that I forged the documents, does not the fact that I printed them here in Australia negate this? Wouldn’t it be just as easy to contact the local branch of a foreign bank here as to contact a local bank?

The Hello Kitty... credit card?
I don’t know why they didn’t think I was serious with my credit card.
Photo from SavingAdvice.com

Then we come to the ridiculous rejection of a credit card as a form of proof of "capacity to pay" regardless of where it came from. Think about this rationally for a second: for a person to have been offered the use of a credit card, a financial institution such a bank, credit union, building society or the like would have checked their income, credit history and employment details and deemed them an acceptable risk to be issued with a line of easy to access credit. In other words, said financial institution feels comfortable with the card holder’s ability to pay their debts. Isn’t this what Virgin Mobile is claiming to be looking for?

This considered, I would think a credit card would in fact be a more reliable way of proving income and "capacity to pay" than than a bank account which you can prove income now, but there’s nothing to say that cash flow will cease once you’ve been approved! From Virgin Mobile’s perspective, a credit card would ensure more deductions go through than a bank account which may or may not have the capacity for overdraft. Mmm, overdraft.

The only factor left in all this nonsense that I can imagine Virgin Mobile would lean on is the argument that they’re helping themselves limit flight risk. Appreciate for a second how ridiculous this claim is when compared to any other internet service provider: sure a regular ISP only works in the address you’ve assigned it to, but what’s to stop you from leaving that house, phone line and ISP the week after you register? And when you register for Virgin Mobile broadband you need to provide them with a home address anyway! What’s the hang up?

Flight risk?
Flight risk? Photo by Walter Van Bel

No, I think this all boils down to two things: laziness and inflexibility, particularly ironic given they’re the two attributes the sexy and alternative Virgin Mobile folks claim to be different in compared to the competition!

What boggles my mind more than anything else in this whole mess though is that I was a customer who wanted to give them money, and they turned me down not because I didn’t have enough of it, but because it wasn’t the "right" money!

Not to inflate my own sense of self importance, but such devices that are used in public are a great form of advertising. Apple has known this and capitalised on it with the glowing Apple logos embezzled on the lids of their laptops for years. This means there will be one less Virgin Mobile advertisement walking around, perhaps one more of their competition.

Virgin Mobile’s broadband slogan is: "Are you with us or what?". I’d answer "what"… amongst a few other words of the same length!

Phone line connection musings

With my access to the internet as unreliable as it is, and without my audio recording equipment that enable me to put my life on the Rubenerd Show podcast / audio magazine / new time radio show / internet radio show instead of here (thank goodness Leo came to his senses about netcast) it seems the quality of posts on this blog are rapidly deteriorating as I use this site to discuss not trends in free and open source software, Mac software and open standards, but the goings on in my life instead. For your convenience I’m appending the term "musings" to the heading of each such post, so you may promptly ignore them.

ASIDE: Archaeological term?

It’s a lazyish Sundee afternoon to use the archeological term, and I’m sitting once again at the Boatdeck Cafe in Mawson Lakes. I know the owner on a first name basis now, and I figure it’s only a matter of time before he starts seeing me mention Boatdeck Cafe enough to justify sponsoring me. I figure five Betty Blue Sea of Espressos per mention should suffice, though I am willing to negotiate higher, on my own part.

Here we all are sittin ‘in a rainbow,
Coh blimey ‘allo Mrs Jones, how’s your Berts lumbago?
I’ll sing you a song with no words and no tune!
I’ll sing at your party while you suss out the moon, oh yes!

Lazy sunday afternoon, I got no mind to worry,
Close my eyes and drift away, Close my eyes and drift away,
Close my eyes and drift awaaaaaaaay…

Aroo de de de do
Aroo de de de dido

One thing I desperately have to learn to stop doing is jinxing myself lest nothing I need to get done never gets done. Case in point (or blunt object if pointy things scare you), last week I claimed we’d have the telephone line connected in our house on Monday so we would be able to finally get home ADSL. It’s Sunday and we just got a dial tone!

Onions onions onions
You could plug some onions into a phone socket, but if your phone line wasn’t connected, I 100% guarantee you would not hear a dial tone out of them.
Photo by Fir0002 from Wikipedia

Given past experiences with the national Aussie telco Telstra, I opted to use Optus instead (ironically Optus is owned by Singapore Telecom!) but our house wasn’t accessible for them for some reason which is beyond me. Something to do with either grilled cheese sandwiches or our local exchange I think, though I remember having an Optus phone in Mawson Lakes last time I was in Adelaide, strange.

After being transferred to four separate departments, twice and reciting the home number to be changed seven times, on a phone call that took over an hour and a half, I know how it feels to be a tennis ball… insert pun about not getting anywhere and being whacked hard back and forth here. As it turns out, the previous tenants in this rental property didn’t cancel their account when they left, so not only did we need to register a new line with Telstra, but we needed Telstra to deactivate the previous tenant’s account. This entailed faxing the tenancy agreement with my name to prove that in fact the previous tenants didn’t live there anymore… and then faxing the same tenancy agreement again when they denied having received it.

ASIDE: I was so frustrated after being on the phone for so long, when they asked me to fax information, I promptly reminded them that you need a phone line to use a fax, and that asking me to use one was akin to asking the owner of a busted time machine to go into the future to get the required parts, or asking a car driver to drive to a repair shop when his or her car won’t start. For what it’s worth, the guy in the call centre thought my analogies were funny.

All in all, it’s been two weeks but we can now finally use the home phone line, and complete the registration for ADSL. Having grown up on cable internet in Singapore since we moved off ISDN in the late 1990s, this is quite a new experience, and one which I can’t truthfully say has been a fun one. Untruthfully I could say the experience has been like a cheesecake with a Betty Blue Sea of Espresso from the Boatdeck Cafe in Mawson Lakes.

Keith Olbermann
You think I could get Keith Olbermann to declare Telstra the worst person in the world? That would be so much fun!

As for the weather, it’s still pretty crazy down here. Our house has a metal roof, so any rain sounds are amplified in the order of a trillion to one, or whatever the mathematical ratio is. Unlike Singapore where it’s not unusual for it to rain for several hours continuously, the rain here in Adelaide in the last week has been torrential (torrential?) but only in two or three minute bursts. Adelaide is supposed to be the driest state capital in Australia with the least amount of rainfall, but it sure hasn’t felt like it these last few weeks. Now if only more of that rain was pouring down further upstate and in New South Wales so the Murray River disaster could be alleviated… did I just say further down upstate?

Aussie weather chart for today
Aussie weather chart for today (low/high temps) from WeatherZone.com.au

The last thing I’ll mention in this useless post is that there’s an AFL game between the Adelaide Crows and Richmond on the television on the wall in the cafe, though fortunately the sound is turned off. It’s funny how these fully grown men grope and wrestle with each other in tiny satin shorts, yet it’s the computer and science nerds who’s masculinity is constantly being questioned. Overcompensation do you think, or just a difference in brain size? Not that I’m insinuating anything, or incinerating anything, or combusting anything, or grilling anything.

Do you think phone company employees intentionally draw out support calls for as long as possible so they can bill you more?

Telecommunications infrastructure shock…?

When you move overseas to another country, it’s common to experience culture shock. Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt. If I see one more book talking about culture shock, I’m going to publish a book of my own called "You Really Expected People To Act The Same Here As They Did At Home?"

No, what I’m more interested in is infrastructure differences, specifically telecommunications infrastructure differences. I call it, "telecommunications infrastructure shock". I think it just might catch on.

ASIDE: I made a note of saying to another country alongside overseas because I’m sure it’s quite reasonable to assume in my professional capacity as an overly verbose weblog poster that there will be some people who move "over a sea" while still remaining in the same country. Like moving from South Australia to Tasmania. Or Vienna to Zurich (?). Or from one side of Mawson Lakes to the other side of Mawson Lakes.

Does a lake count as a sea? As in, is my Mawson Lakes analogy above sound? Does a solid central European landmass count as a sea? Is the Vienna analogy sound? Can you still call it a bowl of oats if you replace the milk with transmission fluid and the vegetable matter with licorice?

For example, this longwinded post was created just so I could share with you a small detail about getting our study home in Adelaide connected to the all the internets. In Singapore to get your home connected, you would go to the ISP and ask to be connected in the morning, and by that evening you’d be wasting time looking at Wikipedia pages on Japanese television programmes.

In Australia, the estimated connection time after a successful application from scratch is a little bit longer:

Four to six weeks. Please excuse me while I walk over to a concrete wall and bash someone’s head on it. I’d like to bash my own head on it, but I have an important assignment due in a few days. This post coming to you from a coffee shop WiFi connection… as I think many more will be for a long time to come!

On Adelaide life updates and tank chairs

Our phone line at our house in Adelaide is getting the phone line connected on Monday, and ADSL connected the day after, assuming all goes well. I won’t have to live for the half an hour or so a day I can use the internet at WiFi hotspots. It’s going to be tough getting used to slow, “capped” internet plans that cost a fortune again though, unlimited downloads in Singapore have really spoilt me.

And because I dislike dry posts that don’t contain any images, for your convenience I have enclosed a photograph of an off-road wheel chair. I’m hoping IKEA starts stocking the office chair version of these soon, the canister wheels on my old office chair in my room were totaled when I drag-raced that Porsche 959 Turbo down Mt Lofty. For what it’s worth, I did manage to come second despite not actually staying on the road for very long. The lack of a steering wheel on my chair gave the 959 an unfair advantage I think, I just used a broom handle with a rubber stopper on the end of it.

The Tank Chair
The Tank Chair, the solution to all the world’s problems, and then some.

For a wheelchair that can go anywhere, look no further than the Tank Chair. This custom off-road chair “conquers streams, mud, snow, sand, gravel — allowing you to get back to nature — and can also climb up and down stairs”. It features motors built by NPC Robotics.

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