One month in Haiku

One month it has been

Since Marglish received my love

Haiku for lost time

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From over the sea

A visitor to fair Oz

Time to show it off

 

Down to Jervis Bay

Whitest sand in the whole world

Water clear but cold

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I have a new job

Which combines my passions for

Design and nature

Welcome

 

Fall is coming now

Goodbye to sun soaked beaches

I’ll see you next year

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You can see more photos from Jervis Bay on flickr.

The Calm During the Storm

As the rest of the world well knows by now, a surprising amount of Australia was under water last week.  It’s been called a 1 in 100 year flood, and will change the course of social, economic, political and natural history in the country for many years to come.  I’ve often found myself adjacent to historic events of disastrous proportions.  Throughout my childhood I saw all four seasons in California: fires, floods, earthquakes and riots.  I watched the faces of great cities change as houses slid into the ocean, highways collapsed on themselves and two of the worlds tallest buildings crumbled to the ground.

Though I’m not one to glue myself to the news, I’ve watched enough coverage of the floods now to see a few differences between the Aussie and American responses to disaster.   For one thing, the Australians are just as bad at producing maps of disaster areas as they are at making weather maps.  To say Queensland is large is a bit of an understatement.  In my many attempts to find a map of the affected area I simply came up with map after map of the entire state, blocked out in one solid color, with a few useless dots here and there.  Had a flood of these epic proportions happened in California, news stations would have probably presented viewers with a constantly updating map, covered in an animated blue slime that crept along engulfing towns in real time.

The newscasters themselves also presented a decidedly calm face to the events they were reporting.  They were appropriately urgent with the warnings, appropriately somber with the statistics, but overall they were always quite calm.  On most news stations in the States, I believe we would have been presented with a much more manic reporting style, supported by a constant ticker of updates, shouted phone-ins from reporters on the verge of being swept away, and then lively debates about the flood’s impact on our economics.  And it wasn’t just the news reporters but also the flooded out residents who were restrained in their response.  There were tears and frustrations, mourning and fear, but all surrounded with an air of “It’s nature.  We can’t do anything about it.”  Relief centers were generally so well prepared that the beds were all made before anyone arrived, volunteer numbers were well suited to those of the displaced, and entertainers came to sing to the children.

The floods were also another chance for Aussies to show the world their strong spirit of resilience, wrapped in wet blankets of humility.  Queensland premier Anna Bligh was right when she said Australians (not just Queenslanders) are the people they “breed tough.”  They are also the people that take things in stride, and won’t accept too much praise for their strengths.  All last week, people helped each other build sandbag barriers into the night, rescued animals by boat and did it all without extra flair for the news cameras.  Some quick thinking tugboat drivers even saved major infrastructure from damage, by guiding an estate sized piece of rubble away from a bridge.  But to the tugboat driver it was just his job and “couldn’t have been done any better.”  I wonder if good ol’ “Sully” Sullenberger said the same thing when he safely landed his plane in the Hudson river.

That’s Australians for you, calm, collected, accepting and understated, even when underwater.  Perhaps part of the attitude came from the fact that this disaster occurred in a warm country at the beginning of summer.  With the calming effect of the season in full swing, everyone might have been thinking, “I may up to me waist in water, but no worries, I had thongs and swimmers on anyway.”  Here’s hoping they can maintain that attitude during the lengthy rebuilding process.  In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed for blue skies and sunshine in Queensland.  And don’t forget to make your donations to the relief fund.    Much appreciated, Mate!

Sunshine and Homogeny

Welcome to the Gold Coast, home of sun, sand, surf and schoolies.  What is schoolies you ask?  Think of an MTV spring break special, cast entirely by firm jawed, sun soaked young Aussies, working hard at building their tolerances.  So as you can imagine, when I set foot onto the famed Surfers Paradise I thought, “Reminds me of Florida” or any other common destination for debaucherous spring breaks and air conditioned golden years.  Where does it remind you of?

And after a day spent with my feet in the surf, I traveled north to Brisbane.  Walking around the center of the city I realized an eerie truth about every major Aussie city I have seen in the last year and half.  Like every street set on every major movie lot, they all have the exact same things.  There are civic halls, town squares, statues and waterfronts.  There are streets named George, Victoria, Margaret, William, Edward, Queen, King and just about anything else that sounds British and royal.   And the old is always off set by a touch of the new.

We Americans tend to think of homogeny as an overabundance of Mcdonalds, Walmart and rows of matching houses with faux marble columns on the porch.  But it comes in many forms and crosses country lines.  At least in Australia, it also means every city has its fair share of sunshine, thriving flora in the parks and some cheeky urban wildlife.

You can see the rest of my photos from the Gold Coast and Brisbane on flickr.