New Privacy Threat
Recently I was sent some photos of a fridge, tv and some furniture that was for sale second hand. It was passed onto me and I have never met the person, however after receiving the photos via email I could distinguish where the person lived. This was because the persons iPhone geo tagged the photo with a gps marker. It was spot on with the address as I ended up going there to help with picking something up.
What concerned me was the level of accuracy in which i could identify where the items where located. This could spell trouble for people using iPhones and other geo tagging phones and cameras to share photos. As there locations are free to view if the user is unaware the setting is switched on.
Adelaide to Melbourne
I'm on the home stretch of a journey that has taken me from Adelaide to Melbourne by car. I did the reverse leg by plane in around an hour. Yet by car this trip chews out 10 hours of your life.
If the road journey had some spice or flair to it I might enjoy it more but it doesn't. It's a straight road of 800+ kms and for the most of it you are restricted to 100 kph.
Sure there is the giant koala outside Ararat, which named its town that even though it's within 30mins of Ballarat. Maybe to rise it's big brothers coat tails.
There is the border sign, oh joy that's not even a big thing, it's a sign on the side of the road. No rock, no big gate and no fun at all. Hell even the time goes back 30min there but no mention of that either.
The road to Melbourne from Ballarat goes quick as you are so close to home that you just want to get there.
No wonder people spend the money flying, as driving is so long winded. So much concentration is required in order to stay alive. And to those of you who believe you can drive it non stop one way? Don't because the road is boring enough as it is, I don't need to die hitting your sleepy car.
Just fly.
Cranbourne
There is a disappointing part of most peoples drive to Phillip Island, it's the city of Cranbourne. Recently I had the dis-pleasure of stopping off at the shopping centre in search of a shirt for a funeral. I was hoping I would need only to pass through Cranbourne, but with my travels taking me elsewhere, this town was my last resort. I walked into the local shopping centre. Only to be greeted by dozens of pregnant teenagers, drug addicts and general derolicts. I felt that the combined IQ of the shopping centre had the potential to crack 300. It seems that some towns attract certain folk. Be it the cheap rent or pokie venues but you will get those towns where they are in abundance.
Cranbourne is full of drifters and bogans and the council would not seem to mind as the landlords still pay tax and new houses are being built every week. It will take a rent rise to move them on.