(My) Photo of the day, Or A view to a kill

Here is the view looking up towards Mount Wellington from the bottom of the overpass next to Lindisfarne North Primary School. This will be the school that I will be more than happy to send Henry and the next one (and the new baby, it will be coming online in early-August). Close by, nice size, friendly, no toffs in ties and blazers.

Now, after the fallout from my commentary on the French Rail unions yesterday, I certainly won't be drawn on offering my opinion on the recent offerings of the Australian Education Union and their ever-increasing demands.

The letters faxed in from the SNCF legal team were very interesting and made me think twice about public comment on this thorny issue. (To the SNCF lawyers: je mai reconsidérer mon avis indiqué si vous pouvez brancher sur moi la sauce que vous avez de chemin de fer en cours!)

Thus, I have decided to hold my tongue and grab a famous quote from Albert Shanker, the former President of the American Federation of Teachers: "When school children start paying union dues, that's when I'll start representing the interests of school children."

ZOWEE! That should set the cat amongst the pigeons! :)

[I really have not been totally fair to Shanker here, but the quote was too good to ignore. Read this for a little more depth on his position, and it should be easy to reflect upon the role of the AEU in education reform in this country.)

Comments

Anonymous said…

Cool picture. And congratulations on the forthcoming new arrival!

19 May 2008 at 19:39

Jane Hards Photography said…

That is a fantastic image. The colours are superb along with the composition.

20 May 2008 at 18:53

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This will hurt me...

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