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Occupy Geilston Bay? Geilston Bay path to nowhere. September 2011.

The Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (pay attention folks). The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last few week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning...

  • Some answers to a question that has troubled me for some time: Has the use-by date gone past its prime?

  • This history of HIV sounds like the best epidemiological detective story of all time.

  • On why we shouldn't cry for Argentina...

  • Troll or idiot? I honestly cannot decide.

  • Another existential question that needs answering: Why does the Australian Labor Party still exist?

  • Dang! Another dream has been snatched away from me!

  • How is this for a depressing fact: ten times as many girls are trafficked into brothels annually as African slaves were transported in the peak years of the slave trade. The NY Times has more on the face of modern slavery.

  • Ever wondered about the story of how the coins in the Euro got their pictures? Wonder no longer!
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    Roddy said…
    Have you taken the path to nowhere, and is there anything worth going for?
    21 November 2011 at 20:23
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