Notes From Melbourne...

iPhone therefore iAm ? #2

2010-07-30T19:58:00.002+10:00

Today the iPhone 4 was released in Australia. For my opinions on such displays of human covetousness please read my post of July 12, 2008. The queues were surprising considering the iPhone 4 apparently has reception ‘issues’ and doesn’t work as it says on the box. I think I’ll stick to my iPhone 3g for a while longer, until the issues are resolved (and I am out of contract). I’ll let the early adopters throw away perfectly good existing 3g iPhones and fork out massive termination fees for their breaking their contracts all so they can be the first (among thousands) to own the latest (partially defective) status symbol*.

*Written whilst shaking head in despair at the gullibility of the human race and its innate weakness in the face of rampant and strategic, manipulative, cynical marketing.

Wrong, Wrong, Wrong!

2010-05-15T14:15:00.001+10:00

In this year's Australian budget $625 million was allocated for the environment. A noble course, and what you might think is a fair amount of money, until you look at the money allotted to sport - $1.2 billion. I am disgusted. Even for a country obsessed with sport (sport being, in my humble opinion, a pointless exercise to keep the unimaginative occupied) there is something manifestly and abhorrently wrong about this. As much as I like many aspects of this country, there is still a lot wrong with the attitude here. On reflection though, I imagine this type of governmental funding disparity is unique to Australia.

Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!

2010-01-25T18:14:00.034+11:00

The Australia Day national holiday this year falls on a Tuesday, tomorrow in fact. A good opportunity for many to take a long weekend by having Monday off as annual leave. Not me though. I made the effort and went in to the office. In fact it’s a good day to do it. The trains are almost deserted and the whole city seems to be in a holiday mood.

As I write these words thousands of generation Y kids will be excitedly preparing their Aussie flags ready for wrapping around themselves tomorrow, making sure they have plenty of VB in the drinks fridge and using facebook to plan where to go to be loud, drunk and annoying with their friends.

I’m best off staying at home tomorrow I think… Luckily I have neither a large Australian flag or a desire to be insincerly patriotic in public.

The end of the world... Again

2009-11-26T19:34:00.006+11:00

So December 21, 2012 is the end of the world according to Mayan legend. Actually the Mayan calender says no such thing, it is just that 2012 is simply the end of the cycle and after that it merely starts up again. My point is that any excuse is jumped upon these days for a good 'end of the world' panic. It must be something particularly deeply embedded the human psyche as it's been going on for centuries, leaving poor, confused and possibly disappointed believers still alive time after time. For example I was reading Samuel Pepys diary last night and came across an interesting entry, part of which quoted below:

25 November 1662

"Great talk among people how some of the Fanatics do say that the end of the world is at hand, and that next Tuesday is to be the day."

Obviously it wasn't as Pepys went on to write many more years worth of diary entries detailing his life (and the fact you are reading this blog) attests to the inaccuracy of the Restoration London doomsayers.

So why does this odd 'end of the world' phenomenon exist in so many societies? In my opinion it stems form a deep seated human insecurity about loss. Early man had little control over his world. Over time his power increased and his control has now become almost supreme (poorly managed, but supreme) yet still that archaic, instinctual fear of the dark remains, the only difference is now he just makes money out of it.

See you at the movies...

Victoria Stops...

2009-09-26T22:17:00.005+10:00

Today is Aussie Rules Football Grand Final day. The whole of the 'footy' season has led inexorably to this point, the final clash between the two best teams of the year. Now I am totally and utterly unimpressed by any sport, especially the seemingly pointless running after a ball on some grass (either playing, as I was sadistically forced to by gorilla like P.E. teachers, at school, or watching it live or on the TV). However, I understand this actually makes me an aberration to the average Australian. The concept of a male who is not into sport is beyond many of them, and for the rest I defy categorisation.

Grand Final day is always on a Saturday and it is always interesting to be out and about in the afternoon (the game starts mid afternoon). Everywhere is deserted, it's like Christmas Day on Mars, there is not a soul about. It's a different story in the morning before the game of course, supermarket and alcohol retailers are awash with party goers and throwers stocking up on slabs of beer and meat for the inevitable BBQ's.

This afternoon I visited Bunnings (major hardware chain) which is normally packed with people buying home improvement paraphernalia and has checkout queues snaking for miles, but this afternoon, I swear I saw tumbleweed rolling down the bathroom fittings isle. The normally harassed staff members were huddled in groups looking forlorn and slightly confused by the lack of custom.

Back home the street were empty, the usual kids on bikes, the dog walkers, the cars driving past were all missing from the scene, it was weird and slightly unnerving, OK so it may have something to do with the fact it was freezing cold and intermittently pouring with rain, but undoubtedly the game is the main reason for the uncanny quietude.

So Grand Final day is a possibly one of the most important dates on any Victorian's calendar (except for me of course) and along with Melbourne Cup day 'the horse race that stops a nation' (which I have talked about elsewhere on this blog) it will grind the state to a virtual halt. Personally I prefer Melbourne Cup day as it's on a Tuesday and everyone in Melbourne gets a holiday, whether they plan to watch the race or not, now that's a sports mad attitude for you...

"Disappointed" Not!

2009-09-24T19:58:00.001+10:00

So the major share holders have held a panic meeting to decide upon what action to take in response to the federal government’s descision to separate Telstra’s wholesale and retail divisions, effectively reducing the monopoly of Australia’s incumbant telecommunicatios provider. It makes me laugh to see these scared monopolizers running about like headless chickens desperately trying to salvage their portfolios and keep the country shackled to an outdated and expensive buisness model. I can almost hear the CEOs bemoaning to each other the possibility they may have to reconsider the purchase of their new BMWs, and the fact it may be difficult to justify that planned third overseas holiday this year, whilst outwardly stating they are selflessly acting on behalf of the shareholders. They would prefer to keep the country paying through the nose for basic services than compromise their ivory tower positions and allow decent competition. Such is capitalism I guess.

So regardless of the federal government’s real intentions behind the decision, I congratulate them on their attempt to slay the spoilt, petulent dragon and level the competitive playing field. I’m just glad I don’t hold any BMW shares.

Sellout

2009-08-29T09:54:00.002+10:00

I feel like a sellout. After my vitriolic post last year about the Apple iPhone I have about faced and bought one, in fact I am writing this post on it. I still have the same opionion of the iPhone and its users, it was however the best smart phone and the best deal for me at the time. I do though have an abiding fear I may become cool and groovy by owning it...

Sent from my iPhone

Into the void, maybe

2008-09-10T22:05:00.006+10:00

So the CERN Large Hadron Collider was turned on today. A machine that when put to the purpose for which it was designed in the next week or two could potentially lead to some of the most important discoveries in physics and, in turn, the nature of the universe and existence itself. Pretty important some might say. However, how many people have you heard discussing it in the street, the office or the home – beyond the sensationalist “It will create a black whole and the Earth will be sucked in and we’re all doomed!” type conversation? I haven’t heard or been a part of many such discussions.

Does this mean that people aren’t really interested in the nature of existence and the discoveries that might result in answers to the biggest questions mankind can ask? Seems so to me, and to be honest, I’m really not that surprised. Then again it might not matter if we are all sucked into that (possible) black hole, it couldn’t be much more vapid than the average TV reality show that you probably have heard people discussing today.

iPhone therefore iAm

2008-07-12T16:35:00.002+10:00

I was going to write something about yesterday’s release of the iPhone in Australia, but I have thought better of it. If you are interested in my opinion of those who queued for hours to be some of the first Aussies to join the “groovy tribe” (as Dr. Lisa Dethridge, creative media lecturer at RMIT referred to these people) check out my blog posts from 2006 regarding the frenzy over the opening of the first Krispy Kreme Doughnut stores in Melbourne here and here.

No, I will write something here as I feel like I am the only person who is not falling at the feet of the great Apple god and worshipping it with my hard earned cash. I just question how having something that is so coveted, and soon to be commonplace, makes you individual and cool. Within days we will be seeing iPhones everywhere, negating their perceived coolness, surely the antithesis of coolness is commonness. I make no comment on the iPhones technical aspects here, I am sure that it is brilliant at what it does, and in true Apple style it will continue to break the mould of accepted design. But I don’t think the majority of people will be buying it for these reasons, I think that the iPhone will continue to be popular because people think they are buying ‘coolness’ when in fact they are buying some fantastic marketing.

2020 Vision? We'll see.

2008-03-06T19:33:00.011+11:00

It is true, there is no denying the fact Australia has possibly one of the least developed broadband structures in the western world, it lags a long way behind Europe, America and much of Asia. I think this strange considering I have found the Australians have a great love affair with new technology, and appear to be some of the world’s greatest early adopters in this area. In my experience, backed up by a little research, I have decided this situation has much to do with the Australian telecommunications incumbent, Telstra, and its apparent inability to see beyond the profit spreadsheets. It seems to be too busy funnelling money to the shareholders rather than investing it in new infrastructure and actually doing something about this embarrassing state of affairs. Telstra’s stranglehold on the telecommunications marketplace means that the smaller telecommunications providers are always behind the proverbial eight ball when it comes to taking the lead and implementing new infrastructure. Of course, this is just my opinion, and thankfully I live in a country where free speech is regarded as paramount and I know that should anyone within the Telstra organisation happen across this little blog post, they will appreciate it for the informed and independent opinion it is meant to be, and if they feel differently they might comment in a constructive and objective manner.

Considering the above it seems to me that Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd, has taken the lead in sorting this issue out with his newly announced 2020 summit, which will take place in April and will apparently “discuss the challenges facing Australia” see here. However, I personally think he read this article on the BBC news website which describes Australia as, “- a country that is surprisingly backward when it comes to things like broadband speeds and major infrastructure projects” and he was shamed into announcing plans to drag the country into the modern era when it comes to high tech communications. I just hope that Telstra CEO, Mr Solomon Trujillo saw the article too.

Who turned out the lights?

2008-02-24T19:15:00.009+11:00

My company moved to new a new office building last year. I found my new desk was situated in a fantastic position, in fact the best position I have ever found myself sitting, I had a full length window which overlooked the Yarra river and enjoyed that most sought after of commodities in an office, natural sunlight, all through my working day. You may have noticed that that last statement was in the past tense. That’s because my beloved position has moved, yes it’s over and I, along with the rest of my department, have been banished to the dark and foreboding cave that is the centre of the open plan floor, a space with no more than three faltering and asthmatic neon tubes to illuminate the pervading gloom.

I have been sitting at my new desk now for a week, and as expected, it is like working on the night shift. Whilst at my desk last Wednesday, just before drifting off into a short doze brought about by the monotonous work and the low, almost romantic, light levels, I counted all of the desks I have sat at in the past ten and a half years of working for my employer. It was quite surprising, almost twenty in fact, spanning five buildings. You can see how I fell asleep can’t you?

Australia says "Sorry"

2008-02-13T17:47:00.005+11:00

So today saw the Prime Minister make a formal apology to the indigenous peoples of Australia. This is something that the former Prime Minister John Howard refused to do for the last ten years as he didn’t seem to think it was needed. It has taken only two and a half months for the new Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd, to say “Sorry” on behalf of all Australian citizens, something that, according to one pole I saw today, about 70% of Australians supported him in doing.

Two observations on my part about this: A Wednesday morning in the middle of the working week was chosen to make the speech. Granted large TV screens were erected around the place to televise Kevin Rudd’s apology speech, but why wasn’t it done on a weekend when more people would be able to actually take notice and be a part of it, underlining the supposed support for the action? My second observation is that of an average nine to fiver slaving at my desk, an observation which was quite enlightening I thought. There was precisely no reaction at all. In the office there was no mention of the speech that occurred during the morning, no discussion amongst my fellow employees, not even a fleeting comment did I hear. No acknowledgment that anything as politically and historically significant as this apology was occurring whatsoever. This surprised me a little. Consideration reveals two possible reasons, and in reality it was probably due to a combination of these two reasons, one being I am temporarily working amongst a office full of call centre staff (of which I am not one I wish to add here – not that there is anything wrong with call centre staff) with a median (mental) age of about twelve, and my second reason is that there seems to be a overwhelming sense of outward apathy on the ground (as it were) regarding this issue amongst many. I make no conclusion here, perhaps my observations are not particularly worthwhile as a lot of people, I know, prefer to keep their political convictions private, I just wanted to mention my (hopefully unbiased) observations here today.

A new year and some imminent new arrivals...

2008-02-09T16:33:00.000+11:00

Well another new year and it is nearly the middle of February by the time I get around to writing in my blog. Nothing new in that I guess, It does make me realise how disciplined you need to be to keep up regular posts though. So I suppose that makes me irresponsible? No I don’t think so, just time challenged.

Things are fairly quiet around here right now, after hosting family and friends since early November the house has returned once more to the quiet peaceful abode it was prior to becoming a temporary hotel for international visitors. Don’t misunderstand me though, it was great to see everyone, but it is nice to chill out a bit after they have gone home. This peaceful state of affairs will I doubt last for long though. We are expecting the arrival of twins in a couple of months and then, well let’s just say it will be different. I haven’t mentioned this here before as it didn’t seem too real for some reason, now though, with a heavily pregnant wife to try and avoid bumping into in the narrow parts of the house, and piles of new baby items accumulating in every spare corner, it is time to blog about it, as I am sure that soon, I will have nothing else to talk about but babies and all the many and varied things that accompany them

I Vote Therefore I Am?

2007-11-29T16:53:00.000+11:00

I meant to mention this as soon as I had done it, but well, as usual time got away from me. Last weekend was the Australian general election and I did my duty as a new(ish) Australian citizen by voting. Of course the privilege of playing a part in the democratic election of government in a country you were not born in is taken very seriously by most immigrants – especially if they are relatively new to the place. So, with a fair amount of pride I made my way to the nearest polling station on Saturday morning and stood in a snaking line which passed the obligatory sausage sizzle table, beneath the burning Australian sun and waited to perform my civic duty.

In the UK, if I had felt so inclined, I may have exercised my right to abstain from voting, however here, there are no such rights – everyone over the age of eighteen has to vote. How do they make you do that? Well if you don’t get your name ticked off the electoral roll, which is done when you turn at the polling station, you are slapped with a $50 fine, unless you can prove there was no way you could have made it. This is of course a great incentive to make people play a part in the election of a new government or the return of the existing one. You have to have very strong convictions to say “No, I refuse to vote as all politicians are untrustworthy” or words to that effect and not turn up - $50 buys a lot of beer…

Radio Wasteland

2007-11-23T19:40:00.000+11:00

Today is a dark day for Australian radio, it marks the end of one of this country’s best comedy shows. ‘Get This’ with Tony Martin, Ed Kavalee and Richard Marsland on the Triple M radio network was broadcast for the last time this afternoon after just under two years on air. It was axed by Triple M who cited various ‘production reasons’, even though it had the highest listening figures of any show on the station. By way of protest for this unforgivable act, I for one will never listen to Triple M again. ‘Get This’ was the most irreverent alternative comedy show on commercial radio in this country and it’s loss has dealt a blow to quality programming. ‘Get This’ was the proverbial breath of fresh air in a stagnant sea of unimaginative and predictable radio (please forgive the mixed metaphor).

As the final echoes of ‘Get This’ recede into the ether, I know I am not the only one who has hit the off button on Triple M for good.

RIP ‘Get This’.

Look Up...

2007-11-17T09:12:00.000+11:00

A recent gardening experience has reminded me that I haven’t actually mentioned any stories regarding Australian spiders on this blog. I suppose the ‘bizarre fauna of Australia’ type post is only of any interest to non- Aussies, as many of those who grow up here are not really that bothered about random encounters with the country’s various selection of often dangerous, or at the least nasty looking, arachnids. However the locals do love to tell newcomers apocryphal stories of spider attacks and ambushes, especially to foreigners. This, I have deduced through experience, is done solely to extract a terrified reaction out of said newcomer and thus a good laugh for themselves. My favourite of this type of story involves the large huntsman spider which is I think one of the more vsually shocking spiders to come across, with a span of up six inches and more. Anyway, the story involves a driver who flicks down the sun visor whilst driving, but nestled between the sun visor and the cars roof lining is a large huntsman. The spider drops from its hiding place and lands on the lap of the driver. The shock of having a large, fast moving spider and on the lap causes the driver to swerve and loose control of the car resulting in an accident. Now although this story is told across the country and is almost mythical in status, this does actually happen, and although it hasn’t happened to me (yet) it has happened to someone I know, although they managed to retain control of the car.

Luckily the Huntsman is not a particularly dangerous spider, you wouldn’t come to any adverse harm if you were attacked, however, if you happen to crash as a result of a close encounter that fact won’t be too much of a comfort. In fact the Huntsman is likely to fall you almost anywhere. They mainly live in narrow spaces between the bark of a tree and the trunk and are quite flat to allow this – this also means they are quite adept to finding their way into houses. Often I have woken to find a large black spider shape in the bedroom, kitchen or bathroom. Finding yourself in the shower only to look up once the water is running to find a Huntsman on the ceiling directly above your head can be memorable experience. They are a heavy spider and not particular good at retaining their grip on a slippery surface, say the damp piece of ceiling above a running shower. A shower under these circumstances is usually a quick shower. Another favourite Huntsman trick is to drop on you as you open an outside door. They sometimes sit half on the door and half on the door frame. When the door is opened they are dislodged, and if you are particularly unlucky and get the timing wrong, they drop right on top on you; again the shock value when this happens can be considerable.

Seems I have waffled on too much in this post, so the tale of my recent gardening encounter with an antipodean arachnid will have to wait until my next post.

Where's the sunscreen?

2007-10-24T12:01:00.000+10:00

As much as I hate starting a sentence with a cliché, spring is in the air in Melbourne. Last weekend we had our first taste of warmer temperatures this spring. It made it up thirty three degrees centigrade and, well, it was kind of sweaty to be honest. The hum of wall mounted air conditioning units permeated the quiet of the suburban streets, and nothing much stirred – other than some of the thirstier suburbanites on their way to that great Aussie institution, the bottle shop*, to stock up with another slab or two of Victoria Bitter.

I find people can be separated into two types during the hotter part of the day, those who are sensible and retire inside to shelter from the raging UV, and those who go to the beach in order to seek it. Those who go to the beach are quite mad.

You can only know what it is like to be under the midday summer sun in Australia if you experience it personally. The UV rays can be felt intensely the second you expose any naked skin, you can almost feel the thousand of skin cells cooking, it’s like you were standing in a large microwave oven…

Perhaps my discomfort in these conditions stems from the fact I posses fair English skin, the type that turns angrily red in the time it takes to get from the house to the car or vice versa. I am cursed here in Australia with the inability to spend time outside between the months of October and May. Of course I can apply sunscreen, but that’s a bit of a pain, I mean you have to reapply every five minutes as that is all it takes to sweat off what you have just put on. Perhaps I too easily become the stereotypical ‘Whinging Pom’ but I just don’t understand how so many of the born and bred Aussies, complete with fair hair and, albeit often leather like, skin can wonder about apparently unperturbed by the suns vicious rays – often they can be seen not even wearing sun glasses, I am completely blinded on the brighter days - there goes the whinging Pom again. I had better shut up and continue my slow assimilation process into Australian society – but something tells me I will always stick out like a sore thumb, maybe it’s the sunburn…

*For the benefit of international readers, the bottle shop is Australia’s version of the British off license or American liquor store. The most interesting aspect of the Aussie bottle shop in my opinion is the fact that many provide drive through facilities, allowing the customer to remain in the drivers seat and buy their beer/wine/various pre-mixed drinks.

A Month Later...

2007-07-18T18:36:00.000+10:00

Things have been relatively quiet in Melbourne of late. There have been no high profile city shootings and the place appears to have resumed its usual laid back style of going about things. The events as described in my previous posts happened a month ago now. The murderer turned himself a few days later and justice, I am sure, will be done in his case. The funeral of the Good Samaritan shot dead took place a week after the shootings amid the inevitable (but relatively subdued) media attention. The other Good Samaritan (who was seriously wounded) made his first public appearance on the news a couple of days ago and hopes to leave hospital imminently. It turns out he was a Dutch tourist who had been in Melbourne only a day or two before he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. As might be guessed he plans to return home to Holland as soon as he leaves hospital, no doubt with some rather dubious memories of his visit.

Bad things happen in all big cities, but Melbourne always seemed a little bit less like Dodge than other cities of comparable size around the world. Events like this tend to remind you there is always a stratum of society who regard themselves immune to the rules, there are always those who are just so out of touch with reality that rational choices are beyond them, and there are those who are desperate. It’s when these things align in one person it inevitably turns nasty.

Loose Gunman

2007-06-18T10:00:00.000+10:00

Things have been interesting in Melbourne this morning. Around 8.20, from the vantage point of my work desk by the window, I saw a number of Police vehicles squeal to a halt outside in the street. They began closing off the nearby intersection, people began running for cover as they were told to leave the area, obviously something was up. A quick search on the net gave the terse story – a shooting one street away – three people shot in the street outside a café…

This of course was a not the usual Monday morning routine, a buzz of excitement ran through office. Stories began flying around the office thick and fast. Apart from the meagre amount of information available from internet news sources, there was no definite story. Where these many and varied (and often quite elaborate) versions of the basic facts came from I couldn’t exactly work out, especially since the building was locked down at the time and no one let in or out.

More office workers arrived and found themselves unable to enter their buildings, and with nowhere to go, began milling around on the street with bemused looks on their faces, mobile phones stuck to their ears being herded around by Police in flack jackets.

More of the story was revealed through repeated hitting of the refresh button on the net browser and eventually the story emerged that a man had got out of a taxi allegedly holding a woman against her will. A couple of good Samaritans came to her aid. The man began shooting. One of those coming to the aid of the girl was shot dead and the other in a critical condition. The woman too was shot and is critical. As I write this the gunman was still at large.

An hour or so later and the crowds of people have now dissipated a little, the street is now open, a police helicopter has been buzzing overhead. The Police on the ground have disappeared but there seems to be no more news about the loose gunman.

Not your normal Melbourne Monday morning, and perhaps a sad example of why people find it harder and harder to be good Samaritans these days…

Environmentally Responsible?

2007-06-10T16:12:00.000+10:00

Seems to be a thick layer of dust over this blog. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t post any entries for nearly six months. I would like to say I have been doing something more important that kept me from blogging like furthering my career, engaging in charity work in Africa or maybe saving a rainforest / some whales / the world from vacuous reality TV shows, but none of it would be true, hell, I haven’t even reduced the size of my carbon footprint – I’ve probably increased it with the new free flow Chevy twin exhaust system I’ve just fitted to my V8 ute*. Nothing much else has occurred worthy of mention, other than my hitting the ten year milestone in my job. It’s a strange feeling – on one hand I feel like I have achieved something making it to ten years, and on the other I wonder what I’ve been doing with my life. It is a bit difficult to move to a new employer in a lot of ways – an old job feels comfortable, although comfort breeds boredom. However boredom is something that is only a minor irritation in the big scheme of things, especially when you own a mortgage, that may, one day, become a home of your own.

In addition to this I have also forgotten to mark the first anniversary of this blog.

I haven’t been totally inactive since January though. I thought I’d sort out some of my digital photos and put them up on a Flickr page. They are mainly images taken in and around Melbourne – only a couple of pages worth at the moment but more on the way.

*Don’t worry though, due to environmental reasons (and the price of fuel) I don’t drive my ute all that often, so my carbon emissions are minimal, and I always burn rubber responsibly.

In The Days Of The Comet

2007-01-27T21:26:00.000+11:00

Another overcast night in Melbourne and again I miss out on seeing the brightest comet in thirty years. Comet McNaught seems intent on eluding me. When I actually remember to go outside after sunset and have a look it’s inevitably overcast and I am thwarted in my attempt to be amazed at the celestial event of the decade.

I’ll try again tomorrow.

Melbourne’s Tennis Shame

2007-01-16T21:11:00.000+11:00

Yesterday saw violence flare at the tennis during the Australian Open here in Melbourne between Serb and Croat supporters. As I’ve mentioned before on this blog, I’m not into sport much myself, but we are all used to riots at the football, in fact it’s expected but, this is tennis, not the sort of game that engenders the pack mentality that male dominated football does, I mean old grannies might have spilled their strawberries and cream.. Is there nothing sports fans won’t come to blows over?

Today temperatures hit the forties again around Victoria; bushfires near Benalla took out a transformer which supplies electricity to the state from NSW resulting in major loss of load and subsequent power blackouts. Trains and trams are badly effected, many traffic lights are out and more than 100,000 homes are without power (luckily I’m not effected at this time so I can still blog). Major thunder storms and flash flooding episodes are forecast for tonight and the public are being told to stay indoors to avoid possible death by lighting and or hail stones…

You know, some days it just feels like the end of the world is nigh.

Zen And The Art Of Wireless Network Maintenance

2007-01-12T21:21:00.000+11:00

OK – time for what seems to have turned into a monthly post on this blog. It may appear to be an easy to answer question (the answer being because they are not lazy like me) but where do people find the time to blog every day, or even every few days? Maybe I need to learn some self discipline.

Well the bush fires continue and we are still getting some days where the city is choked with wood smoke. Still, the damage to property and loss of life has been relatively minor to what it might been – but there are still months of fire season to go yet.

My main concern at the moment though is trying to get my home wireless network happening. All the literature, both supplied by the manufacturer of my new Netgear DG834G wireless router and that written by independent sources (who I guess to be nerds), claims the network is simple and easy to set up. I disagree - in the strongest possible terms. After nearly a week (on and off) of desperate fiddling with proxy settings and permissions it is still not working. Sure I can get the thing connected (eventually - and I am still not sure how exactly) to the net via the Ethernet cable, but getting it to run without the cable (surely the point of the purchase) is a different story.

The conclusion I must draw after all this time wasting and frustration is this; I am either stupid, or the thing has been designed by the type of nerd who’s idea of logic and ease of installation is not the same as those of us with even the slightest amount of common sense (which must cover most of ‘em in my experience). I tend to favour the latter theory, but that may just be vanity talking.

Apologies to Robert M. Pirsig for the title of this post.

Bushfire season is here

2006-12-08T21:29:00.000+11:00

The worst bush fire threat in seventy years the authorities are saying tonight. More than ten major fires are burning in the east of the state of Victoria currently and the fear is they will merge over the weekend making a fire front more than one hundred kilometres long. Living in Melbourne I’m a fair distance from the danger, but everywhere over the city lingers a thin veil of light grey smoke. The smell is both sweet and acrid, and you can’t escape it. The sunset was surreal tonight, there was a diffused bright orange glow everywhere caused by the smoke. Even though we are not in immediate danger here in the city, it is worrying. The towns near the fires have been to told to evacuate or prepare to fight the inevitable firestorm. Not a nice choice to make – abandon your home to the possibility of being burnt to the ground, or stay and defend it with whatever means you can find, and possible die in the process. So far the fires have destroyed over 150,000 hectares of bushland and the temperatures are set to rise up into the high 30s centigrade tomorrow.

Melbourne Cup Monday

2006-11-06T22:13:00.000+11:00

The Melbourne Cup is Australia’s equivalent to the UK’s Grand National when it comes to horse racing. I am not into horse racing, but nobody in Melbourne can escape from it. The city becomes horse racing mad and odd looking hats are to be seen everywhere. The race is actually held on the first Tuesday of November every year and the best bit about it, especially if you are not necessarily into horse racing, is the fact that because of the cup all of Metropolitan Melbourne gets a public holiday, ostensibly to allow them to attend the race. Yes the city stops for a race. Unfortunately that leaves today, the Monday before the race as a normal working day standing in the way of a four day long weekend. Obviously you can take an annual day on the Monday if you want to do this, but usually you have to book it months in advance otherwise you’ll find lots of people have already secretly arranged it without anyone but the boss knowing, so they get in first and those that leave it too late have to come in to work so someone will be in to run the department. I have been working today, there are two reasons for this: the first being I forgot to organise it in time, and the second is that I don’t have enough annual leave to take it anyway after my recent trip to London, and I have to save what little I do have for Christmas.

So Melbourne Cup Mondays are always the same. The usually busy Monday morning commute is quiet – with maybe only half the usual number of people on the trains, the city is almost like it is on a Sunday afternoon instead of the usual weekday throng and everyone has a laid back attitude – knowing that they have a day off tomorrow. The strange thing about this holiday though is the way it only extends to those in the ‘metro area’ meaning people beyond the confines of the city limits have to watch on jealously as the city folk spend the day in the sun, having barbies and drinking too much Victoria Bitter and maybe even going to the races...

Should have done some research...

2006-10-07T16:18:00.000+10:00

Just a quick addendum to my recent post (‘Open a window’ 30 September) regarding the underground’s lack of air-conditioning. I have done a little more research and discovered the reason why this is.

‘Air-conditioning has been ruled out on the deep lines because of the lack of space for equipment on trains and the problems of dispersing the waste heat these would generate.’

Thanks to the ever informative Wikipedia for the information.

The London Stone

2006-10-02T19:13:00.000+10:00

Observation No. 4. I miss the history of an ancient city like London. That’s a major difference between the two cities for me. Melbourne was only founded in 1835, and although a fair amount of original architecture still remains, it isn't what you'd really call old. London on the other hand exudes history - you just can't get away from it. One of the things I wanted to see on this visit was the London Stone. An odd lump of rock situated in between two glass panes in the wall of a sports shop on Cannon Street. Nobody really knows what it is, but many believe it is a Roman piece, perhaps even the original mileage marker from the centre of the city from which the distance to Rome was measured, or perhaps it was just part of the many Roman buildings from this area of old Londinium. Legend has it that if the London Stone is destroyed or lost then London will fall / be destroyed / fall into ruin / loose it’s reputation as a cool destination for international tourists etc. As the old proverb goes,

"So long as the stone of Brutus is safe, so long shall London flourish,"

Anyway, I knew what to look for whilst walking down Cannon Street, but still went straight past it. It really isn't that obvious. Apparently the building in which it currently sits half in and half out of will soon be redeveloped, so there is a chance it may be relocated to a museum. I am glad I got to see it in situ.

What has Melbourne got to match a piece of history like this? Well there is the err… Give me a minute – I’ll think of something…

-The London Stone from inside the sports shop-

Open a window...

2006-09-30T11:01:00.000+10:00

Observation No. 3. Continuing the London public transport theme. I was lucky in that the time I spent in London earlier this month was hot and sunny (high twenties most of the time), I guess I take good air-conditioning for granted here in Australia (as everyone does, it would be a tough place to live without it). But why has the London Transport system not heard of it? OK, so some of the many and varied types of train carriage may posses something that masquerades as air con but in reality puts out about as much cold air as old lady with one of those old folding fans and an arthritic wrist.

Now I know I sound like I am bagging London, but surely an air-conditioning upgrade would be for the city’s own good. It just wasn’t pleasant sitting in a fetid, stifling atmosphere deep beneath the streets – both on the platforms and on the carriages. Ok, so cold, fresh(ish) air would only be of benefit for a small part of the year and the installation costs would, no doubt, be prohibitive, but really think of all the deliriously happy commuters London Transport would have on it’s hands. I bet their heaters are good though…

Travel broadens the mind, and posterior...

2006-09-25T21:57:00.000+10:00

My trip to the UK now seems very distant. I have started my second week back at work and I have to wonder – how do people do this? The trip itself, apart from reminding me how good it is to actually do something constructive, entertaining, and mentally refreshing ,rather than sit behind a desk at work and tick off the hours of my life, wishing for 5.00pm to arrive, has afforded my the opportunity to make some comparisons between Melbourne and London life. Here are a couple:

Observation No.1 – London tube travellers stand on the right of the escalators allowing those who want to walk, run, or trip headlong down the escalators to do so without impediment. Conversely in Melbourne the escalator users stand on the left, allowing faster upward or downward movement on the right. Why is this? Who decides what side of the escalator is for standing and which for moving under your power? Actually, I should just add to this observation that that the London tube users are quite well disciplined in this regard, and it is very rare, in my experience, to come up behind someone who doesn’t understand the accepted etiquette. In Melbourne though, the whole idea of one side for standing and one for walking/running is much less rigidly adhered to. I think there are a couple of reasons why this happens, either the Australian attitude toward such things is so laid back that such a highly structured method of doing things like this is just not seen as Aussie by some, or maybe there are just more 'unobservant' people about in Melbourne who cannot quite comprehend what is going on around them through the simple act of looking. As you may be able to tell, I am one of those people who prefer to walk on an escalator rather than cease all movement as if my legs don’t work when being propelled by mechanical means, and do not warm to those who decide to block my way.

Observation No.2 – The seats on London’s tube system are quite comfy. I was continually amazed by the fact they had such things as adequate padding and, on many carriages, armrests! Again, this makes Melbourne’s ‘state of the art’ railed public transport seem like it has been designed by some form of masochist who derives pleasure from knowing he has inflicted a world of pain of the bottoms of it’s users though the use of 3mm of cheap foam over the rock hard plastic seats.

A London Underground train pulling up at Stamford Brook station. It had very comfy seats...

An unplanned trip to London...

2006-09-17T20:56:00.000+10:00

Well, nearly two months since my last entry. Some people just shouldn’t be allowed to own a blog. However I do have an excuse this time. I needed to make a unplanned visit home to England where I was kept a bit busy, therefore unable to attend to my blogging duties. OK, so the time I spent in England does not quite cover the time I have been away from the keyboard, but it’s the only reason I am putting forward for my lax posting.

Unfortunately though the holiday is over and the evil spectre of work is looming before me tomorrow morning. Now I am happy, still basking in the fading, but still visible light of my time away, knowing the spell will be rudely broken tomorrow morning by the alarm, and I know it will be just like waking from a good dream and knowing reality never quite matches up.

More details of this unplanned British trip coming soon...

Ban White Vans!

2006-07-24T20:48:00.000+10:00

The good thing about working in the city is that I have infinite opportunity to take photos. I tend to snap everyday scenes of life and events for posterity and even try and attempt to create images with some artistic merit (this last part I achieve on a fairly infrequent basis). Today was a good day to wander around the streets during my lunch break, plenty of late winter misty, low angle light. I found myself heading towards Melbourne’s China Town area and fired off a few digital shots (digital has made my photography hobby about a million times cheaper than my 35mm days). Anyway, after a few minutes I realised that virtually every photo I had taken contained a white delivery van in it somewhere. Whether it was parked on the side of the road, nosing into the shot from the edge, or more often, flying into the viewfinder out of nowhere just as I am about to press the shutter.

I took one picture I was absolutely positive was white van free. The picture was of an old vacant and almost derelict jewelers shop that looked like it had closed as usual one day in 1956 but the owner had forgotten to come back and open up ever again. Then, when I reviewed the shot in detail a little later, there in the reflection of the shop window was the white van. From this experience I am now tending to think it is becoming less and less likely that a photo taken in the city (or anywhere in the vicinity of a road) can be taken without inadvertently capturing a white van somewhere in the frame.

For the second time on Australian TV

2006-07-17T21:16:00.000+10:00

WARNING: SOME SUBJECTIVE OPINION AHEAD...

Well tonight saw the welcome return of the BBCs Top Gear. Yes the 2005 season is at long last being shown here on Australian screens - eventually I get my much needed dose of British motoring magazine TV. Tonight saw a the flash new Mercedes four door sports something or other (cool), a particularly ugly little Toyota ‘city car’, and a particularly ugly little Honda sport 4X4 type vehicle, designed apparently, for American males aged 22 without jobs but who can buy toy ‘SUV’ vehicles and demand a specific cubby hole in which to stow their iPod’s when driving. The interior was interesting, the upholstery was made from outdoor waterproof material and the floor was covered in rubber that you could hose down. I can only assume this was so due the possibility of people loosing their lunch when anywhere near it due to it’s abhorrent ugliness levels (whoops, a little bit of scathing subjectivity escaped there, it won’t happen again I promise). Jeremy Clarkson also pitted The Range Rover Sport against a Challenger II tank. Excellent stuff and what we have come to expect from the unbeatable, but often irrelevant, Top Gear. I will be glued to this for the next few weeks!

Anyway I have to go now and wath the last of the shuttle Discovery’s landing live on NASA TV.

Well OK, it does get cold sometimes...

2006-07-08T16:21:00.000+10:00

I have power over the weather. That’s a fairly big statement to make, but none the less I stand by it. I always knew I had some latent command over precipitation when I realised that I could make it rain virtually every time by the simple act of washing my car. Sometimes just getting the hose pipe out would bring it on. Even simply by announcing my intention to wash the car I could open the skies. Anyway in my blog post of April 25^th this year I stated that it doesn’t get that cold here in Melbourne. This was very rash, and now I have to eat my words. Last month Victoria experienced its coldest night in twenty seven years. I can’t remember just how cold it got, but it was at least a couple of degrees below zero because I had to de ice the car almost to the extent that I used to have to de ice it in England (at least there wasn’t ice on the inside of the windscreen this time. So there you go, my mutant powers of meteorological control have increased to encompass the power over temperature as well rainfall… All I have to do to invoke these powers is make a statement that tempts the weather gods to make a fool of me, and I’ll get my wish. Simple. Just watch out for my character in the next X-Men movie.

Ahem!

2006-06-28T22:07:00.000+10:00

All the way into work on the train today about five people in my immediate vicinity of the carriage cough and spluttered continuously for the whole journey. Normally I don’t notice the odd cough here or there on the train but this morning was different. First one person coughed loudly, then the next, then another as if they were all taking it in turns. Maybe it was similar to the yawn catching syndrome that exists – when one person yawns those nearby tend to ‘catch' the yawn. Anyway these coughing antics reduced my mood to one of annoyance. I know, these people probably couldn’t help it, but nor could I help being annoyed.

Then I arrived at work and saw the quote on the bottom of today’s calendar page:

“A cough is something that you yourself can’t help, but everybody else does on purpose just to torment you.”

- Ogden Nash

‘Cops called to quell Krispy queue chaos’

2006-06-25T11:07:00.000+10:00

The above quote and picture are taken from the MX free newspaper, 22 June.

Krispy Kreme opened up in Victoria last Thursday, just over three and a half months after the 10,000 free doughnuts it gave away in a promotion as reported in my post of March 3^rd. Although I couldn’t be there for the event (for which I am most thankful) I can quote further from the report of this event found in the esteemed MX free commuter paper:

‘Mounted police were called in to manage sugar-craving crowds…’

‘Thousands swamped the much-anticipated Narre Warren (the suburb it’s in - Ed) fast food outlet at Fountain Gate shopping centre, forcing police on foot to manage queues around the hot jam traffic jam, and mounted police to manage the more general mayhem.’

‘Fast food fans camped in single-digit temperatures for up to 23 hours to be among the first to munch the holey snack.’

‘Lard lovers emerged with a typical bounty of between two and 10 boxes of the roly –poly confection, each holding a dozen doughnuts…’

But my favourite is this one:

‘A war of the waistline waged at the store when a heavy hitter of the salad world arrived, chanting, slogans like “Don’t get fatter, give up the batter”.'

Now even if you remove the tabloid hyperbole this really is a sad indictment of western values, is it not?

Is Krispy Kreme really that good? Or are all the sad people merely jumping on the Krispy Kreme band wagon thinking some of the ‘kudos’ (and I say that with some reservation) might rub off on them through association? Is this public showing of insanity for dough and sugar a world wide phenomenon or just peculiar to Australia?

It's fixed! No wait, it's broken again...

2006-06-17T14:05:00.000+10:00

Another month passed and no posts from me. I feel ashamed. No excuses, so I will make none. Here is the latest on the hot water debacle in the kitchen at work:

Nothing happened for a long time and my issues with EKS continued. Then a technician arrived – who proceeded to replace the COLD drinking water filter and dispenser. The new tap for this has been placed next to the tap for the (broken) hot water dispenser. Now why would a perfectly good existing water filter be taken away and replaced with a new one when in fact the problem facing the collective staff is the lack of hot water? This is of course standard logic for the organization within which I work – completely unfathomable. OK, I admit that perhaps the old water filter was not filtering properly and had to be replaced for safety reasons (tasted fine to me). In addition, the water from the new filtered drinking water system tastes like warm metal, and is undrinkable.

Eventually a hot water service technician turned up and fixed the hot water dispenser, which continued to work well - for about three days. In those three days I had of course become complacent and stupidly assumed the tap would work without any problems from then on. So it was with great disbelief that I came to fill my coffee mug three days later to find nothing coming out of the tap but a couple of gurgles and a drop or two of tepid water. Great. A couple of days later it began working again, then stopped again. Of course nothing has been done to fix the ongoing problems, so I guess I’ll just have to accept that this state of affairs is within the ‘accepted tolerance levels’ of the staff.

Perhaps I am being harsh on my employer. In all probability it isn’t the company’s fault, but fault of the equally inefficient and lumbering building management and the relationship between them and my employer. No wonder my company gets cheap office space…

The Empty Kettle Syndrome (otherwise known as EKS)

2006-05-13T16:55:00.000+10:00

I hate it when the person who uses the last of the hot water in the kettle does not fill it up again, in the kitchen at work. Normally I use the under sink hot water service for making my coffee, but this has been broken for about a month now, with no sign of repair in sight, which is about normal for what I would call probably the most poorly ran inefficient excuse for a company this side of a government department. Luckily the company has a seemingly inexhaustible supply of band-aids with which to ‘permanently’ fix the situation, if I am correct in assuming that it will instigate the standard company procedures for resolving the problem, so I envisage a resolution will be forthcoming soon. However, in the mean time I am forced to use the kettle to make my instant coffee. Now whether the hot water service is used or the kettle, I find there is usually little difference in the mediocre quality of my beverage, the problem lies in the introduction of ‘people’ to the equation. Obviously a full kettle can only make a finite number of hot drinks, so like it or not, at least one of my colleagues will find themselves in the position of having finished the last of the water in the said kettle. So what would be the right thing to do here? As I see it there are two options:

Option 1: Fill the kettle with water, and if you feel particularly charitable switch it on to boil for the next thirsty worker, considering there is usually steady flow of employees requiring boiling water.

Option 2: After smugly filling you mug with the remnants of the hot water, pretend you haven’t noticed that the kettle is now completely empty and, whilst stirring your coffee or tea with the supplied tongue depressor/lollypop stick masquerading as a stirrer, leave the kitchen and go back to your desk knowing full well that the kettle will probably be full and have just boiled when you return next time.

Would you agree that your answer to the above dilemma could be seen a direct measure of your morality?

Considering I have come across an empty kettle on so many occasions in the month since the break down of the hot water system, I cannot help but draw a rather depressing conclusion regarding the morality of my co-workers. It can be argued that an office is a microcosm of broader society. So would it be that unrealistic to extrapolate these observations to the broader population?

Then again I guess I am not really breaking any new ground by expounding the theory of a me, me, me, ethos in the greater part of the population today.

So my point is, please fill up the kettle if you find it empty when you are finished with it.

It doesn't get that cold...

2006-04-25T10:17:00.000+10:00

More than a month since my last entry… Not too impressive, and fairly indicative of my lack of commitment to a lot of things. I guess it’s all about priorities. It’s too easy to spend too much time online I think, at the expense of your real life, therefore I try to limit my time tapping the keys – however a month between posts is pushing things so, I’m back. What’s been happening then? Well after all the ‘excitement’ of the commonwealth games a couple of weeks on and it’s as if it never happened – so much for my previous intentions of posting observations detailing the changes around town precipitated by the ‘great event’. In fact since then Melbourne has hosted the Australian Formula 1 Grand Prix too. Now the city will disappear from the international map for a while and return to it’s more normal position of relatively quiet backwater on the southern tip of the great southern continent with only the (relatively) small island state of Tasmania between it and Antarctica. In fact since the Commonwealth games autumn has really set in. The clocks have gone back to standard GMT (plus ten) time and the temperature has dropped to the mid to high teens of a Melbourne autumn. Strangely enough the rain and wind put me in mind of England, and it’s this time of year I think I begin to miss the old country more. The smell of chimney smoke and darkness falling before you get home from work all remind me of the UK. In fact this is one of the reasons I like living in Melbourne – it is really as close to Britain in meteorological conditions as you can get (apart from Tasmania, but work is a little harder to get down there, and I think I’d miss the conveniences of Melbourne too much). Some people move to Australia for the constant sun and heat, but I’d miss the cycle of the seasons myself. It’s nice to walk in a bracing wind now and again, pulling your collar up against the drizzle – however it’s also nice to know that it never really gets that cold here (unless you listen to the whinge of the locals who have never lived through a British wind complete with it’s ice and snow – the nearest most Melburnians get to cold is when they visit to the alpine region ski fields of north East Victoria in their shiny Toyota Land Cruisers). The picture at the top of this post was taken recently looking east down Collins Street into the low morning sun, most autumn days here are sunny at least, and even in the depths of winter temperatures rarely reach freezing point - many winter days are no worse than a bad English summer’s day in my experience.

No, I don’t miss scraping the ice off the windscreen before I drive somewhere in the dark on black ice, or losing feeling in my extremities when putting the bins out…

And so it begins…

2006-03-15T12:09:00.000+11:00

There is a buzz in Melbourne this morning. The city pavements are awash with volunteer officials in blue and green and blue and orange jackets. Passing by the MCG on the train on my way into the city I saw truck after truck of outdoor broadcasting units lined up with all kinds of TV channel insignias on their sides ready for the big event. Even the Queen is here; yes today the Commonwealth Games brings Melbourne under the international spotlight (well for the few countries that actually care I guess). Obviously security in the city is tight, the news has warned us all not to be alarmed if we see fighter planes flying low over the city. But despite all the excitement and hyperbole, the biggest thing on the minds of most of us Melbournites is whether or not the extra games related rail users are going to delay our journey home from work tonight…

Another item of international interest is the news that Australian tourism minister, Fran Bailey, has managed to persuade the UK to review it’s TV ban on the new ‘Where the bloody hell are you?’ tourism campaign (see my previous post). Apparently Ms. bailey managed to make the British powers that be realise the original decision wasn’t all that clever, it was pointed out to them, amongst other things, that the word ‘bloody’ (being the main sticking point due to the fact it is on the UK’s banned word list in relation to advertising broadcasts) had been used at least twice before in British TV advertising. Although there appears to be no guarantee, the fact that due to her request the decision will be reviewed, has prompted Ms. Bailey to describe this turn of events as “a bloody good result”.

You can't say that!

2006-03-12T10:45:00.000+11:00

According to some in the UK, the 2006 Melbourne Commonwealth Games are not getting a lot of press… Well perhaps British eyes will be turned on Australia now that the new Aussie tourism campaign slogan “Where the bloody hell are you?” has been banned from being spoken on British TV. Now let me say that I personally don’t think that the vast majority of British TV viewers would be offended by this, especially if the ads were shown after younger viewers (and some older viewers) were in bed. I seriously question whether the review board (the Broadcast Advertising Clearance Centre) knows that this is now the 21st century. This decision by the BACC has boldly underlined the general consensus of many Australians that the British are a bit prudish and reserved. The Australians seem to be quietly sniggering behind their hands at the way the Brits have reacted to what is deemed here as a non-offensive colloquialism; indeed the main concern the Australians had prior to the adverse reaction, was that the new campaign may make Australia look coarse and uncultured. Some Aussies seem to be under the misapprehension that foreigners see their country as a Mecca of sophistication, art and culture, which I am afraid to say is (like the BACC) way out of step with reality. The strongest and most recognizable face the country can promote in the way of an cultural identity for the tourist dollar, in my opinion, is the true and tested (albeit clichéd) rough, yet friendly, land of the ‘fair go’ and stoic understatement, with of course lots of iconic pictures of kangaroos , Sydney Harbour Bridge / Opera House and Uluru / Ayers Rock, all drenched in brilliant sunshine. That’s what the vast majority of tourists want when they come to Australia, and if they unexpectedly find culture and sophistication in the galleries, theatres and museums, then great.

The upshot is that the Aussies are in no way disappointed about the British decision to limit the broadcasting of the tourist campaign, in fact they are awaiting the influx of extra visitors who have now taken far more notice of the ad campaign than if it had been left alone by the censors; if you want something to be really popular - ban it!

The Commonwealth what?

2006-03-06T19:22:00.000+11:00

Eight days to go until the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne! I am not a fan of such events myself, and therefore have no interest in the whole competition side of the thing, but it is interesting to watch the preparations for it all in the city where you live. It seems like only yesterday that Melbourne won the games, but in that time a lot has happened. The MCG (Melbourne Cricket Ground) has been extensively rebuilt, ostensibly, as far as I can see for the Games - prior to that the city's main sports stadium was a worn, tatty mix of old and new that was in need of a bit of a revamp. Now, though, it looks a little more presentable as the face of sport in Melbourne.

If you come from a country that belongs to the Commonwealth, then you may just have heard of the Commonwealth Games, if you are from a country that does not belong to the Commonwealth, then I am fairly sure you would have never heard of the Commonwealth Games. The Games are like a mini Olympic games but a bit more exclusive. As you can probably guess, only members belonging to the Commonwealth may take part. So what is the Commonwealth? Basically it's collection of countries who have ties to the old British Empire, now independent or protectorates of the United Kingdom, who have the British Queen as head of state. The games began as a meeting of these countries in the arena of friendly competition, the first games were held in Hamilton, Canada in 1930. For a full history have a look at cgce history.

So, with just eight days to go, what effect has the Commonwealth Games had on Melbourne from a resident's point of view? Following over the next few days are my observations regarding this very question:

Observation 1:

The appearance of many 'Official' volunteers around the city and suburbs. Currently they look like they are wandering around aimlessly, but, as the games have not yet began, perhaps they are just going about their normal business whilst trying out their new uniforms – getting the feel of it as it were. These earnest volunteers exude the demeanour of authority that comes with a new uniform. They appear to come from all walks of life - old and young, large and small, even male and female. Come the games these people will, I am sure, show you the way to the next event, the train station and the toilets with the utmost helpfulness. They will keep competitors free from wayward crowd members who might stray in front of oncoming runners or cyclists whilst looking for the tram stop or Starbucks. Without these volunteers the whole event would no doubt turn into confused mess. But, to me, the biggest question is whether they get to keep the uniform when the games are over? I am sure I'll find out by checking ebay after the closing ceremony...

Observation 2 – next post…

By the way, I would have added a picture of the games logo to this post, but seeing as an Australian Member Of Parliament (mentioning no names, Peter Lockwood) has just found himself in trouble for using the (copyrighted) logo to promote himself to his constituents without permission, I think I might let it go this time...

I wouldn't queue for that.

2006-03-03T18:49:00.000+11:00

Yesterday Melbourne saw a shameful display of human behavior. The American Doughnut chain, Krispy Kreme, has decided to open an outlet here in Victoria and to announce this it decided give away 10,000 free doughnuts in the city center at 10.30am. The mention of any sort of food give away makes me think of mindless rampaging crowds, intent on grabbing as much free stuff as they can carry at the expense of any modicum of self respect or pride they possess. So when I heard of this doughnut giveaway I imagined hordes of dough hungry lard heads elbowing, pushing, shoving and kicking their way to sugar heaven as if their very existences, and that of their families, depended on them stuffing as much fried dough into the fat faces as possible. I envisaged spilled blood, broken bones possibly the odd small child trampled to jelly by the raging crowds as result of this 'generous' giveaway.

Anyway, the morning dawned and in the office, talk of the event was rife. Snippets of whispered, conspiratorial conversations could be caught in between the isles and the workstations. Some of my fellow office slaves stated in hushed tones they were going to try and make it to the event - a daring thing to do considering that the location of the doughnut giveaway was at least fifteen minutes away, so the chances of explaining their absence to bosses as a cigarette break would be challenging....

The allotted time passed, and just before lunch, reports started filtering back to the office. Photographs taken by the brave souls who had indeed been there began to get passed around the office email. Soon a picture of the enormity of the situation unfolded. The hungry crowd had apparently been kept in order, and appeared well behaved. It had formed into a line, a very long line, a line that snaked around the city block where the doughnuts were being handed out, and seemed to disappear off into the inner suburbs. Strict limitations of one per 'customer' had been imposed in a vain attempt to make the little rings of fried goo last to the end of the queue.

So why do I say it was a sad display of human behavior? Well I just find it hard to understand how all these gullible people would be willing to stand for ages in a queue like lab rats, with the hope of being given a small reward at the end of it for their effort. They appear to have no idea that they are merely playing into the clammy hands of the advertising and promotional companies, who are using the event as a piece of cheap publicity. The fact that the whole thing would have cost the company less than a thirty second ad on evening TV (which would not have gotten every gluttonous office in Melbourne buzzing about it like the giveaway did) would have the advertising agency execs slapping each other on the back. After all, it only took a little knowledge of psychology to pull it off - they knew they could rely on two basic human traits, avarice and a gratuitous desire for that which is perceived to be free.

For The First Time In Australia...

2006-02-12T17:41:00.000+11:00

Back in early December, the Australian T.V broadcaster SBS (along with the ABC, one of the two grown up TV stations in Australia) aired the 2004 season of the British motoring programme Top Gear, and it was the best show to be aired on Australian TV for a very long time…

I used to watch the original Top Gear many years ago back in England, but lost touch after moving out to Australia, so I was particularly pleased when SBS decided to give it a go – something that no other Aussie TV broadcaster has tried before as far as I am aware. Now this particular incarnation of the show is quite different to the original, more irreverent, with a totally different format, and I thought after watching the first episode in December, maybe a little bit too British in its content and humour for the mass Australian market. But it seems I am wrong, going by the SBS forums and the amount of talk about it in the office the day after each episode, I am hearing nothing but positive reactions! It is so utterly different from any type of Australian motoring television show that I think it appeals for its freshness. It is not unimaginative, predictable, or formulaic; all shortcomings that Aussie motoring shows seem to suffer a surfeit of.

Perhaps being born and growing up in the UK makes me a bit biased towards the show, but well, that’s what Top Gear is all about, unabashed bias!

Unfortunately though the final show of the 2004 season was aired last Monday, so we’ll have to wait and see if Jeremy Clarkson and the team will return to the antipodean airwaves with the 2005 season. It might be argued that it is a little out of date, but to be honest very few of the (non super-car) vehicles shown and tested on the show make it out as far as Australia, so it isn’t really an issue.

My favourite moment – the first show when they compared a British Jaguar S Type, an American Chrysler 300C and an Australian Holden Monaro (although it is badged Vauxhall Monaro in the UK to make the Brits feel better about buying it). I was pleasantly surprised when the normally anti US /Australian vehicle team overcame their superiority complex for all things Euro, and voted the Aussie Monaro as best of the three under their extreme test conditions. A great moment for the Aussie motoring industry!

I have one question though – during the many track tests they did throughout the series, why did it always seem to be raining…?