I love progress. I’ve got an IPad and a desktop computer. I shop online. I work from home.

I even do my own software updates, partly from necessity and partly because I’m feeling empowered enough to do it.
The debate about the NBN has left me cold. I find myself asking: do I need faster internet speed?
Not really. I use Dropbox. What about for games? No. Sending photos to the family? No. Facebook is good for that. What about for finding a recipe? No. A slow internet search gives me time to thaw the meat.
I just don’t think I’m the audience.
Last week, the Federal Opposition opened up a new line of attack on the NBN: where are you going to put the cables.
A seemingly innocuous question: perhaps too simple for the PM who started to call the Opposition luddites.
But like the little Mexican boy who suggested they let the air out of the tyres of the bus stuck under the bridge, perhaps the Opposition found the simple way to turn the National Broadband Network into the National Broadband Nightmare.
Our house was build in 1925. A time when the only power a family used was a lightbulb in each room and one phone in the hallway. If they were lucky, they might have had a wireless.
Since then “progress” has introduced a layer of appliances each decade, with two or three layers introduced over the past 10 years alone. Each appliance has required more power. Each renovation has allowed us to have more appliances. Each subdivision introduced another family.
Families have gone from sitting around the wireless after “tea” listening to the Phantom, Jack Benny, Menzies and Churchill to lazing in separate rooms with their own televisions, stereos and computers retweeting or gaming.
Progress brings great things, but it also brings a visual pollution which no one seems to think about in the early decision making phase of major microeconomic reform.
The pole at the front of our house used to just carry a power line. Then in came telephones. Now it carries power, phone, internet and pay television. Its become the vertical, public equivalent of behind the television and stereo.
So if the NBN cable is going to be external, it’s going to go onto this old pole. And will the old internet cable come down? Or will it be left there? What happens to that? Do we donate it to a third world country like we do old spectacles?
In Brisbane, we get severe thunderstorms. Last year we had no power for a day because a north easterly wind blew rain into the transmission box and shorted it out.
So should they put the NBN cables underground? It would make sense to do this because accidents happen. One reversing truck, one yacht’s mast, one cyclone or bushfire could easily wipe out the broadband for a street or entire local area.
This is where my innate NIMFYism* comes in. We redid the front driveway earlier this year. What we had was ugly, cracked, patched and without adequate drainage. Now we have a driveway that isn’t cracked or patched and drainage is no longer a problem.
I don’t trust a government entity, with money and time pressures to dig a hole and repair our front to a high standard.
And you only have to ask the public relations team at Optus about the cable being cut to Queensland in early 2008 how much damage one backhoe can do to communication.
So rather than deriding anyone who asks a simple question, it would be nice to know before this NBN thing becomes law, where are you going to put the cables?
* Not in my front yard
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