Cotter Dam spills as deluge hits region
The ACT’s half-completed Cotter Dam overflowed last night, spilling millions of litres of water down to the Murrumbidgee River as record-breaking rain continued to pound the region.
The spill began at about 7.15pm, threatening building equipment and causing further delays to the $363 million project which has been plagued by bad weather since construction began in early 2010.
Behind the dam wall, which is standing at 40 metres - half of its finished height and 11 metres above the old dam wall built in 1916 - the water level was rising at a rate of more than half a metre an hour throughout the day, completely submerging the old dam.
Went to the Laneway Festival in Sydney, and saw some amazing artists, that I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to see in the States. Went to Queensland and visited lots of random places, ate an incredible amount of Thai food, that did nothing to quench my obsession.
I’m finally realising how happy I am to be away from everything in Pennsylvania. I’m going to continue chasing this feeling. I’ve met some amazing people, and learned a lot about what makes me happy.
I’ve been to Byron Bay, Brisbane, Hope Island, Surfers Paradise, Macadamia Castle, Dracula’s Cabaret Restaurant, Mount Tamborine, Warner Brothers Movie Theme Park, Seaworld, Wet n’ Wild, and a few more. Just so many amazing things. I swam with a dolphin, which was unbelievably amazing!!! I’m sort of hoping to move to Byron and get a job for a bit, but we will see how it goes.
I haven’t met anymore relatives, I probably should look into seeing some more.
Currently my friend Caroline, who was in New Zealand for the past year, is visiting me in Canberra, and I’m sorta showing her around. Canberra is insanely flooded, but we are managing. I may go to Sydney with Caroline, and dance about a bit.
Missing life back home, but so happy that I’m falling apart anymore.
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
- Aaron Freeman