I should have been there

Amongst all the things that I’ve gone out of my way to experience since moving to Australia, there are no shortage of events that I just missed.  One was Spencer Tunick snapping photos of over 5000 nude volunteers on the steps of the Opera House.  Gabe definitely would have attended had we known about it ahead of time.   In fact, many of his coworkers were surprised to see him at work that morning.  Luckily, I did catch what was perhaps the best part of the event.  It was a particularly chilly morning and when the shoot was done, I watched from my window as all the volunteers went racing back to where they had left their clothes on the lawn of the botanic gardens.

I did participate in Earth Hour, but was away from my own apartment so I couldn’t watch as the city center went dark.  I was actually looking forward to seeing how the birthplace of the tradition would celebrate it, especially since Time Square gave such a pathetic showing last year.  I guess it will take another blackout of the entire eastern seaboard to put out all the blinking lights on 42nd Street.

This past weekend I just barely missed the homecoming of Jessica Watson the youngest person to (unofficially) sail solo around the world.  Of course, I wouldn’t have missed that had she shown up on time.  Dang teenagers.  At first I felt a sense of guilt at missing these odd, unique and occasionally historic events occurring right outside my window, then I thought about all the things I probably missed seeing every day of my life until now.

I never once saw the New Years Eve ball drop in Time Square.  I’m of the school of thought that real New Yorkers know it’s too crowded, too cold and too touristy.  We’d all rather be drinking indoors.  I never went ice skating at Rockafeller Center.  You want how much for 45 minutes?  My gracefulness belongs on cheaper ice.  And even though we made a yearly tradition of watching the parade balloons getting inflated the night before, there was no way in hell I was getting up at the crack of dawn to actually watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

But my life is not lacking.  Something interesting probably happens in every city in the world every single day.  I won’t let the drive to experience the goings on in this lovely city die, but I won’t drive myself crazy trying to catch every event that might just happen to cruise by my window.  For every event I miss a spontaneous fireworks show occurs.  There was a lovely one just a few hours ago.  Someone must have been really happy it was Monday.

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.