How to Speak Australian Part II

This installment of my impromptu online class discusses some of my favorite Aussieisms (that’s a Margaretism).  A few of these have found their way into my regular vocabulary so be sure to take notes.  My accent might not confuse you but my casual SoCal drawl, occasional New Yawkese combined with a few Aussieisms just might.

whinging = whining.  I like this because it can never be confused with wining and dining, something I would never whinge about.
flat out = busy as hell.  This is a personal favorite of mine because it conjures of the image of being flattened by a steamroller, which is how being busy as hell can feel from time to time.
full on = intense, holding nothing back.  If work is full on you might feel pretty flat out, but try not to whinge about it.
rug up = layer up.  Winter is coming so I’m going to have to rug up.  Since most of the housing in Australia lacks insulation, I’m even going to have to rug up in doors.  That is something I will whinge about.
rock up = show up.  It’s pretty much the opposite of bounce, the way New Yorkers say they want to leave.  I haven’t adopted either, so I’m not likely to rock up and then bounce from anywhere.

There are also a lot of words that Aussies use in ways that Americans tend not to use them in.  I believe it was a former boss (the same one who hated the expression “no problem”) who pointed out how rude it sounded to start your statement with look or listen.  Not that I ever did that, just a lot of other people I had to listen to him complain about.  I became quite sensitive to it after that.  It does, in fact, sound like you are starting your sentence with “look, dumb ass.”  But it’s very common practice in Oz.  Not only do you hear it in interviews, on news programs and in casual conversation, but politicians also use it during debates and press conferences.  Of course, to their opponents they may very well be saying “look, dumb ass.”

Americans also tend to think that scheme means something bad.  People are always coming up with hair-brained schemes on sit-coms, which tend to go very wrong.  In the States, criminals and crooked politicians scheme.  But in Oz, a scheme is quite literally “a plan, design, or program of action to be followed.”  Thank you dictionary.com.

And for our last lesson of the day, when an American might say knock on wood and Aussie will say touch wood.  I won’t get into why that would be misunderstood.  Just know that I’ve adopted that one too, so try not to laugh when I say it.

When Animals go Royal

Welcome all to my photo journey through Sydney’s Royal Easter Show, a longstanding tradition which we were told was a must do for our first Easter in Sydney.  Okay, so I didn’t get stuck on a carnival ride, or eat a fried cheese stick, but I did manage to eat uncomfortable amounts food purchased from stands, and to take in some of the more usual sites at this Sydneysiders version of a county fair.

We started at the food dome where we could purchase local fare and check out the winners of this years food display competition.

At the Royal Easter Show

Then moved on to check out some of the K9s who came in to show off fancy furcuts and prancing talent. But most of them seemed pretty bored.

At the Royal Easter Show

As did their owners.

At the Royal Easter Show

We sadly missed seeing Noddy, the world’s tallest horse, but there was plenty of other livestock around.

At the Royal Easter Show

At the Royal Easter Show

Perhaps the most alarming of these proudly displayed animals were the birds. I’m not sure when, and for what purpose, we started breeding pigeons that looked like this . . .

At the Royal Easter Show

. . . but apparently that’ s what it takes to win a blue ribbon. The hall of birds was also particularly loud, with the constant crowing, clucking and cooing of all its feathered residents. I’m not sure what all the fuss was about, unless they were all just alarmed by each other appearances.

At the Royal Easter Show

We also took in some wood chopping competitions, tough sport, appropriate for an Australian audience. At the end of the day I toyed with the idea of getting a show bag. Everyone usually walks away from the Royal Easter Show with at least one of these bags full of sugary food or cheap items likely to contain lead, but this sign convinced me that I need not feed the consumerist leviathan.

At the Royal Easter Show

I’m also glad I didn’t eat here. Yes, I already know what ” a nachos” is.

At the Royal Easter Show

To see more from Sydney’s Royal Easter show, check out the rest of my photos on flickr.

Australia on my Subconscious

I, like a lot of people, tend to see repeated imagery in my dreams.  What little mothering instincts I have, manifest themselves in my dreams as me having to rescue small helpless animals from perilous situations.  The obsessively organized part of my brain forces me to dream about packing items for a trip, while having difficulties finding the right bag for as many items as I need.  And don’t even get my started on the types of dreams I have when I need to pee.  Luckily, I’ve never found a public restrooms quite that bad in real life.

Most often, I dream about having to get somewhere while facing certain architectural obstacles on my journey.  They usually are, pools of water that have to be swum through or skirted around, tiny doors that I have to squeeze through, and endless staircases that I have to climb up and down, often taking me to the wrong floor which forces me to have to turn around and start all over again.  Living in Australia has officially added another obstacle to my subconscious, slumbering journeys; giant spider webs.

Now, stretching across the staircases and hovering in the center of those tiny doors are elaborate tangles of spider web.  Just like in real life, my fear is not of a deadly spider, since I know even the bulbous ones in my dream are harmless, but of getting sticky threads of web, several times the strength of it’s equivalent thickness of steel, splayed across my face.  As if climbing up and down often uneven staircases wasn’t exhausting enough, I now have to limbo under those barely visible walls at ever other turn.  Thank you Australia, that’s just what I needed.