The blog that wants to go obsolete
This is the coolest auction of the year.
During my walk around Hobson Street I encountered those two little cottages between all those towers, as silent witnesses of a time when St. Matthew’s church was still dominating the skyline of Auckland. One of them is going under the hammer. They’re unique in Auckland, and not just because the somewhat surreal setting.
Last time we looked around in Belgium, this time we will have Google Earth hoover over Auckland.
What’s so different between cities in Europe and Auckland? Auckland lies within what used to be the British Empire. Long story short, the British liked their cities Extra Large.
Lots of people think I’m weird. I’m interested in weird things. I can spend way too much time on silly things. Like writing a blog nobody reads. “Normal” is overrated. It is often just a fancy synonym for “boring” anyway.
One of the particular things which can mesmerise me for hours are maps. New maps. Old maps. Old aerial photographs. Relief maps. Following how the streets and railways find the best way through areas with a lot of relief. And so on.
Today we have aerial photos, more specifically stills from Google Earth. Let’s have a look at what cities look like from above.
A few months ago Auckland Transport did a consultation for some improvements on Ponsonby Road. Which is very welcome, as that road is at the moment just another miserable 6-lane highway (2 lanes are permanently used for parking) through the city.
Ah another nugget of news blew over from back where I grew up. But first, a joke about council workers:
One day a workman came and dug a hole on the edge of the street. And then he started digging more holes further down the street, one every 10 metres. A few hours later, another workman came, and he began filling up the holes again, one by one.
A curious bystander went to the workman to ask what the point is. The workman answered, “There was supposed to be another guy planting trees, but he called in sick.”
Yeah, lame joke. Everybody knows those things don’t happen in real l—
I had a stroll on the Lightpath a while ago. Great. It’s always good to see some humanity in our city, especially in that area, dominated by its spaghetti junction, 6-lane one highways, and brutalist style apartment blocks.
But come out at either end and you’re right back into Auckland. Take a bow to the Rights of the Car. On the Nelson Street end you’ll find what I think is one of the more embarrassing missing pedestrian legs in Auckland.
The about page of Bike Auckland proudly boasts this nugget of information:
Did you know that one in four Aucklanders owns a bike?
Let’s teleport to the Belgian Countryside, the most brutally car-dependent suburb ever. Where you basically can’t survive without a car. Did you know everyone owns a bike there? Apart from babies and toddlers, I don’t know anyone who doesn’t own a bike. Literally not a single person.
So for the majority of people, the first stage of the bicycling revolution is shopping.