Given that every man, woman - and a range of what are obviously aliens - can write whatever they want to on the interblog, then, thought I , why not me.

I too can be opinionated and biassed. I may not approach the lofty peaks of self-satisfied bigotry of an Andrew Bolt or a Piers Ackerman but I can try...

Hey! What's going on...

This is Tracey reading a book. Proving that she can leave the computer screen...

       When she is onscreen she thinks it's important to keep an eye on...

I cant imagine why you would want to find us but if you do here is where we are:

I'm not sure what's going on. Well in fact it is beyond not being sure; I absolutely do not know what is going on. I am presented by what purports to be art; but looks to me like a hurriedly completed assignment of early childhood. I have new buildings pointed out to me that apparently exemplify modern architecture; and all I can see is a purposeless experimentation with "Lego™" blocks.

Now that's all well and good but, as my daughter and I agreed, why fix what isn't broken? Driving around Canberra we can see many buildings that look good and are well sited. The East and West buildings on Anzac Parade are classically beautiful. But then we see new building - such as the ones near the Casino, that look like packing crates stacked up.