sydney tonight

Well, Sydney did Earth Hour tonight: billed as a "commitment to reducing global warming". So, a lot of the lights of the city were turned off for an hour tonight. Don't think anyone else in the world did it. Did they?

Annette and I dug out a few candles and turned off our lights and most other stuff for an hour from 7.30 pm till 8.30 pm. Well, a little bit before and after, an Earth Hour And A Quarter.

Although the lights were supposed to go out around the CBD, I walked up the street to the ridge around 8.20 pm and noticed that, while some of our streets seemed quite dark, the city was still a bit lit. I waited till 8.30 and not much happened, no great flood of light again. I met a neighbour who wondered as well. I said maybe it's because it's a Saturday and not many building lights would have been on anyway. Anyway, I got to talk to some of the neighbours I hadn't really met before.

Annette had decided she would stay home, so she wasn't with me. She was watching the World Championship swimming and wanted to see that gorgeous French swimmer, Laure Manadou, win the 400. Which she didn't. An American won. Yet again. Oh well. But the Yanks don't seem to be quite as arrogant as they used to be, so you don't mind it. They are good at the moment. And the Australians aren't quite so arrogant, either. Well, nothing to be arrogant about, really. Australia isn't winning that much. Though the Aussie girl's relay win was enjoyable. Good to see swimmers from Sweden, Korea, Tunisia, etc, win something over the last week. And it's only a splash in a pool.


Meredith Jones said…
I thought the earth hour was a bit of a non event. We wandered up the hill too but nothing seemed much different. I think the reason the city lights didn't flood back on at 8.30 was because most office buildings turned everything off on Friday nights - at UTS that's was we did. Twas good that Centrepoint Tower was turned off though...

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