Video of Bellingen dust storm Sep 26 09
Video of Bellingen dust storm Sep 26 09
Originally uploaded by Pip_Wilson
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Think universally. Act terrestrially.





1902 Bee (or Bea) Miles (d. December 3, 1973), was a famous eccentric in Sydney, Australia, a town known for its eccentrics – individualists such as Webster (the immensely popular soap-box orator, a genius about whom, sadly, very little appears to have been published); the Flying Pieman; Rosaleen Norton, the Witch of Kings Cross; the Bengal Tiger (also apparently unsung); William Chidley the natural health fanatic; Dulcie Deamer, the Queen of Bohemia; and of course, Sydneytown’s favourite, Mister Eternity.
So sorry to hear of the death of Mary Travers (Peter, Paul and Mary), aged 72.


Officially known as the Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross, today used also to be called Holy Rood Day, or Roodmas. 
1955 Los Angeles, USA: Little Richard recorded a bowdlerised version of Tutti Frutti. What the naughty words were that he expunged, your almanackist has not been able to determine, but "all over rootie" is still in the published lyrics. 
Bellingen is called, or used to be called, the Azalea Town and all the flowers are coming out in full bloom around town. Our climate and slightly acidic but fertile soil are perfect for azaleas, that queen of flowers. Sadly, the Azalea Festival isn't held any more, with its parade of colourful floats in the main street and a plethora of community activities. This tradition, held each year around September 15, encouraged fun and community participation at no charge, and the town looked fantastic as almost everyone had azaleas in their gardens, with the show of whites, pinks and reds a feast for the eye.
In this neck of the woods, around about August 20 it gets warm and almost everyone confidently says that winter's over. I always say, "Expect colder weather around September 10". I should bet money on it.
Having been indisposed these many days, I'm returned to fairly rude health. Without end-to-end episodes of Deadwood, watched from my sick bed on Esmeralda Computer, I doubt my recovery would have been so speedy, nor would my manner of language have become so convoluted yet so prodigiously full of promise.