Reading through recent discussions about Australia’s “lost decade” of wage growth has stirred up some deeply troubling thoughts. The latest research from Per Capita think-tank paints a stark picture of how the 2012-2022 period of wage stagnation has fundamentally altered the Australian dream of home ownership.

The numbers tell a devastating story, but they barely scratch the surface of what this means for real people. My daughter, now in her teens, often talks about her future, and I find myself struggling to give her honest answers about housing affordability without crushing her spirits entirely.

Reading through recent discussions about housing affordability brings back memories of endless spreadsheet calculations and sleepless nights when I was house hunting a few years ago. The current debate about 2% deposits for $1.3 million homes has me both concerned and frustrated.

The numbers simply don’t add up. Someone earning $100,000 trying to service a $1.3 million loan isn’t just ambitious – it’s financially reckless. Even with government schemes offering to cover 40% of the purchase price, we’re still talking about massive repayments that would consume virtually every dollar of take-home pay.

The latest statements from Peter Dutton about forcing public servants back into offices full-time have left me seething. Not just because it’s a transparently cynical move, but because it reveals so much about the disconnect between wealthy politicians and the reality of working families.

Looking at the childcare situation alone paints a grim picture. Parents in my area are paying upwards of $190 per day for childcare in the CBD. That’s not a typo - we’re talking about costs that rival or exceed many families’ rent or mortgage payments. And what’s particularly galling is how these massive childcare companies are gaming the system, raising prices the moment government subsidies increase, effectively pocketing support meant for struggling families.

The recent news about libraries hiring social workers has sparked an interesting discussion about the evolving role of these beloved institutions in our communities. Walking into my local library in Carlton yesterday, I noticed how much these spaces have transformed from the hushed, book-lined halls of my youth into vibrant community hubs.

Libraries have always been more than just repositories of books. They’re one of the last truly democratic spaces in our society - places where anyone can spend time without the pressure to spend money. In a world where even sitting in a café requires purchasing a $5 latte, libraries stand as beacons of accessibility.

The irony wasn’t lost on me when I read that “oligarchy” has become a trending search term following Biden’s farewell speech. Nothing quite captures the state of our democracy like citizens having to Google the very system that’s threatening it.

Looking through online discussions, the mix of dark humor and genuine concern perfectly encapsulates our current moment. Between references to “Idiocracy” and serious debates about wealth inequality, there’s a palpable sense that we’re approaching a critical juncture in history.

The recent revelation about Motorola’s ALPR systems leaking live video feeds and vehicle data has got me thinking about the surveillance state we’ve sleepwalked into. Sitting in traffic on Hoddle Street this morning, I found myself counting the number of cameras pointing at my car - traffic cameras, security cameras, and who knows what else.

Remember when we thought automatic number plate recognition was just about catching unregistered vehicles and toll dodgers? Those were simpler times. Now we’re learning that in just 20 minutes, one of these systems in Nashville captured data from nearly 1,000 vehicles. That’s not just license plates - we’re talking about detailed information about vehicle makes, models, and even photos.

The mercury’s climbing, and the beaches are packed. Nothing beats cooling off at Port Melbourne or Brighton Beach on a scorching summer day. Well, almost nothing - except for that one person who thinks everyone within a 50-meter radius wants to hear their specially curated summer playlist blasting from a speaker the size of a small suitcase.

This peculiar breed of beachgoer seems to be multiplying faster than bin chickens at Federation Square. They arrive armed with portable speakers that could probably be heard from space, apparently operating under the delusion that they’re the designated DJs for the entire beach.

Recently stumbled upon a job listing that perfectly encapsulates everything wrong with the current tech hiring landscape. Picture this: an “entry-level” developer position requiring 3+ years of team management experience, preferably a master’s degree, and - here’s the kicker - offering a salary that’s actually below minimum wage for full-time work in Australia.

The mental gymnastics required to label a position requiring three years of experience and a master’s degree as “entry-level” is truly Olympic-worthy. We’re talking about someone who’s invested potentially seven years between education and work experience, yet they’re supposed to accept a salary that would’ve been questionable even back in the early 2000s.

Reading through recent online discussions about retirement and pensions has left me both frustrated and bewildered. There seems to be an endless parade of posts from wealthy retirees seeking advice on how to maintain their pension benefits while sitting on substantial assets. The mental gymnastics some people perform to justify this behaviour is truly remarkable.

Picture this: someone with a million dollars in assets wondering how to keep receiving government benefits. It would be comical if it weren’t so concerning. These aren’t isolated incidents either - they represent a broader mindset that views the pension as an entitlement rather than what it truly is: a social safety net.

Geoffrey Hinton’s recent comments comparing open-source AI models to selling nuclear weapons at Radio Shack have stirred quite a debate in the tech community. The comparison is dramatic, perhaps overly so, but it’s sparked an important conversation about who should control advancing AI technology.

Sitting here in my home office, watching the rain patter against my window while pondering this issue, I’m struck by how this debate mirrors other technological control discussions we’ve had throughout history. The nuclear analogy isn’t perfect – I mean, you can’t exactly download a nuclear weapon from GitHub (thank goodness for that).

The news about Andrew Tate’s “online university” being hacked would be almost comical if it weren’t so concerning. Over 800,000 users affected by the breach - that’s more people than the entire population of Geelong. The sheer scale of this operation is staggering, and frankly, deeply troubling.

Sitting here in my home office, taking a break from flight simulator to digest this news, I find myself wrestling with a mix of emotions. The fact that hundreds of thousands of people, many likely young and vulnerable, have fallen for what is essentially a dressed-up MLM scheme masquerading as education makes my blood boil.

Reading about Healthscope’s new hospital facility fee this morning made my blood boil. The announcement of an additional $100 charge for overnight patients and $50 for day patients feels like another brick in the increasingly unstable wall of private healthcare.

Sitting in my home office, sipping my morning coffee from my favourite Carlton café, I pondered the state of our healthcare system. The latest fee announcement from Healthscope particularly stings because it comes barely a year into their multi-year contracts with insurers like Bupa. It’s worth noting that behind this decision stands Brookfield, a Canadian investment giant that now owns Healthscope.

The writing has been on the wall for a while now, but seeing a Berkeley professor openly discuss how even his outstanding students can’t find jobs sends chills down my spine. Having spent countless hours at my local coffee shop in Brunswick Street watching my own kid struggle with university applications, this hits particularly close to home.

Let’s be honest - we’re witnessing a fundamental shift in the employment landscape. When I started my career in the ’90s, a university degree was practically a golden ticket to a decent job. Now? Even graduates from prestigious institutions are struggling to get their foot in the door. The tech sector, once the promised land of six-figure salaries and cushy benefits, is showing serious cracks.

I’ve been thinking a lot about a recent online discussion that highlighted the complexities of talking about politics in the workplace. The scenario went something like this: an employee expressed frustration about the impact of immigration on the economy to their director and new manager. The manager responded by saying that the employee didn’t understand the bigger picture, and that new people drive change that helps the organisation progress. The employee felt overwhelmed and foolish.