Public Holidays come and go, some have more meaning than others and you could say a certain level of commercialism has crept in along the way, but one day is more sacred than the rest to a lot of Australians and New Zealanders, and that’s ANZAC DAY.
Facebook head honcho Mark Zuckerberg fronted Congress this week to testify before lawmakers with the looming dirty word ‘regulation’ hanging over his head, although from some of these questions and exchanges I don’t think he has anything to worry about with ‘in over their head’ Politicians. Continue reading Your data isn’t yours
The news had come through from the local Track & Field Club; I’d been selected to run a leg of the 1982 Commonwealth Games Relay as the Queens Baton wormed its way up the coast to Brisbane. I was 12 years old. There was one problem, I was a sprinter, the 100m, 200m and occasionally under sufferance the 400m. The distance I had to run with the baton through my hometown of Budgewoi was a little under 3km, oh no. Continue reading My adventures with the Commonwealth Games Baton