Showing posts with label australia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label australia. Show all posts

You can't hold me back! (oh.. yes you can)

A couple of weeks back I got serious about this Australian immigration thing. Now that Cam is affixed here in the USA, now I want to be able to get back to Oz. At that point we would have free reign to go wherever we liked with the freedom of birds. Up till now, I assumed marrying Cam was my ticket to get back in and override the ban that was put on my VISA almost two years ago now saying I could not come back for a total of 3 years.

So, I called the embassy.

I talked to a nice woman, whom I was thrilled had an Aussie accent, and told her about my situation, and the reasoning that I had been granted this ban when my Uni was handling my VISA extension in my behalf so I wouldn't have to go to the immigration department and wait in line all day. Had I have been told to go there, instead of just sending Sydney Uni a piece of paper, I would have done so. The Immigration building was only right down the street!

So the nice woman laid her cards on the table. I would have to fill out an application online stating my case and applying for Visa 676 which would essentially override my current ban. Having married an Australian citizen had no merit in this process. Once the application was submitted and approved I would still have to contact an immigration officer for final approval for admittance.

A few days ago, I received my reply. Australia said no. They still needed a bit more from me and if it was the country's best interest to let me back in. If I could not prove my worth I was labeled simply as a RISK. As much as I would love to pursue this issue, I would not win by saying that I was just misinformed or that the Uni messed up. And, obviously I have no other reason to go to Oz other than getting my tan back, therefore my argument is already been brushed off the table.

The 75$ fee isn't all that much to have gone to waste but I sure could have used it on something a bit more worth while if I was going to be told off so quickly. I was hoping Cam and I could get somewhere warm in the cold month of November but I guess we will have to go somewhere else!

It's All Relative

The big news here in the US lately has been how the national average price for gas has reached $US4 per US gallon (oddly, not the same as an Imperial gallon). Apparently it spells the end of the world as we know it or something. So I did some quick sums based on a recent Sydney Morning Herald article that stated that petrol prices had reached 171.9 cents a litre in Sydney.

Works out Sydneysiders are paying the equivalent of $US6.13 a gallon for petrol or thereabouts. Ouch. There's always someone worse off than you. Makes me glad I ride a bike, that's for sure!

Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself...

Tomorrow, on February 13th 2008, Kevin Rudd – the new Prime Minister of Australia – will say the following words in Federal Parliament. They constitute a long overdue apology to the Stolen Generations of indigenous Australians, where aboriginal children were forcibly removed from their families and assimilated into white culture as a matter of government policy. And it is amongst the most beautiful things I have ever read:

Today we honour the Indigenous peoples of this land, the oldest continuing cultures in human history.

We reflect on their past mistreatment.

We reflect in particular on the mistreatment of those who were Stolen Generations - this blemished chapter in our nation's history.

The time has now come for the nation to turn a new page in Australia's history by righting the wrongs of the past and so moving forward with confidence to the future.

We apologise for the laws and policies of successive Parliaments and governments that have inflicted profound grief, suffering and loss on these our fellow Australians.

We apologise especially for the removal of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families, their communities and their country.

For the pain, suffering and hurt of these Stolen Generations, their descendants and for their families left behind, we say sorry.

To the mothers and the fathers, the brothers and the sisters, for the breaking up of families and communities, we say sorry.

And for the indignity and degradation thus inflicted on a proud people and a proud culture, we say sorry.

We the Parliament of Australia respectfully request that this apology be received in the spirit in which it is offered as part of the healing of the nation.

For the future we take heart; resolving that this new page in the history of our great continent can now be written.

We today take this first step by acknowledging the past and laying claim to a future that embraces all Australians.

A future where this Parliament resolves that the injustices of the past must never, never happen again.

A future where we harness the determination of all Australians, Indigenous and non-Indigenous, to close the gap that lies between us in life expectancy, educational achievement and economic opportunity.

A future where we embrace the possibility of new solutions to enduring problems where old approaches have failed.

A future based on mutual respect, mutual resolve and mutual responsibility.

A future where all Australians, whatever their origins, are truly equal partners, with equal opportunities and with an equal stake in shaping the next chapter in the history of this great country, Australia.

It says everything that needed to be said and more. After such a long time of the previous government's refusal to acknowledge the sins of the past, hopefully now we can move forward as one. At this moment, I feel proud to be Australian.

Australia Day Festivities!

Yesterday was Australia Day... yes, the day we celebrate a bunch of convicts arriving in some god-forsaken land half a world away from their home some 220 years ago. When I was still back at home, it amounted to little more than a public holiday - a guaranteed day off work. But being so far from home seems to have awakened my patriotic pride, so Christine and I planned a fitting party!

We planned to organise a cricket match with our friends, followed by a good old fashioned Aussie BBQ. First though, we had to find a cricket bat... not an easy task in the US! We left things too late to order one off the internet, and phone calls to all the sports stores in Portland came to nothing. They all knew what cricket was, but thought we were crazy for thinking they had any equipment. One store used to have lots of them, but they were all bought for Shaun Of The Dead Halloween costumes and they haven't bothered to restock since. (If you've never seen Shaun Of The Dead, you really should! In it, our English hero – the eponymous Shaun – uses a cricket bat to ward off attacking zombie hordes... true!) In the end, Kevin's brother-in-law came to the rescue as he had a cricket bat in his office at Nike.

However, after five days of glorious sunshine throughout the week, Australia Day dawned raining and icy. We walked down to the shops to get last minute supplies in the morning and almost slipped on black ice on the pavement several times. We had a temperature of 33°F, rather than Sydney's more usual 33°C. The rain didn't let up all day, so – unfortunately after all our efforts to acquire the equipment – our cricket game had to be cancelled.

However, the BBQ still went ahead and we had a good gathering of friends to help us celebrate the day. I tried explaining cricket to everyone and was probably partially successful... they were definitely all impressed by the rock hard red ball! Most people made an effort to be "Australian"... Kim wore her summer clothes that she used most of the time while she was in Australia (under her rain gear!), Ryan and Spencer turned up in rugby jerseys from a high school in Perth that they had bought at a Salvo's in Perth years ago, while Lindsey had a strange shirt that proudly proclaimed "Tulips Down Under" in English and French!!!

Here's a couple of pix: Colin wielding the cricket bat in a most unorthodox fashion, and Ryan and Spencer doing their "Tweedledum and Tweedledee" impression. Fun times!

The end of an era - thank goodness!

Finally, common sense prevails in my country!

The era of John Winston Howard, the 25th Prime Minister of Australia, is finally, mercifully over. His 11 and a half years in power may have been marked by strong economic times, but there is more to quality of life, of pride in your country than money.

Put simply, we became less of a nation under his leadership. Mandatory detention for asylum-seekers (often off-shore in foreign countries!), the absolute refusal to acknowledge the very real threat of global warming, draconian workplace relations policies (the Patricks stevedores dispute, WorkChoices, etc.), the inability to say "sorry" to the stolen generation of indigenous Australians: these are the real marks of the Howard era that defined our country during his time in power, marks that made me ashamed of the face my country presented to the world.

We really should have known right from the start when he declared a whole raft of promises made before the 1996 election as "non-core" promises. Apparently it's okay to go back on your word to the people of your country if it's a "non-core" promise. But no, somehow he kept winning elections, mainly through fear-mongering and divisiveness: fear of the outside world and border security in 2001 when he turned the Tampa - a Norwegian freighter that had rescued hundreds of asylum-seekers from their sinking ship - into the most unlikely political weapon, one that turned the electoral tide his way; and fear of change in 2004, when he claimed that he, and only he, could stop interest rates from rising. It worked for him then, but became a noose around his neck leading into this election as interest rates rose rapidly.

After carving out a political career by being uncannily able to read the mood of the people and quickly work on a way to exploit that mood, this ability deserted Howard leading up to this election. He no longer had the full support of his own party, but he decided to stay on as leader for one more election anyway. Pride? Ego? Perhaps. John Howard has always been very concerned with his "legacy", the way history will view him from a distance. Maybe he really felt that he was the only person who could get things done right. Whatever, it became painfully obvious as the campaign wore on that he had stayed on too long.

History may now remember him as only the second Australian Prime Minister ever to lose his own seat at a Federal election after Stanley Bruce in 1929. The Labor candidate for his electorate of Bennelong in Sydney's north, Maxine McKew (an ex-TV political journalist who used to interview John Howard on TV every week), is just ahead in a very tight-run race. As she says, "Bennelong is on a knife edge." Even if she doesn't win, she has played her part in the Labor victory, as she forced John Howard to campaign locally every weekend leading up to the election, when he would rather have been out on the national hustings.

So onto a new government - that of Kevin Rudd and his Labor party. It's been a long time in opposition, and the time ahead will be difficult. The Senate (upper house) will still be ruled by the Liberal Party until July, so passing any new laws will be nigh-on impossible until then. After July, it seems as if minor parties will control the balance of power in the Senate, meaning careful negotiation with often conflicting interests will be required to get legislature passed.

I'll leave you with a short excerpt from a London Times article about Howard's end (surely a headline in some tabloid newspaper?), an interesting view of how he was observed by the rest of the world:


It is a remarkable comedown for the big-spending populist. He is the diminutive 69-year-old who, memorably, turned the country’s SAS forces on a bunch of impoverished, ragged asylum-seekers before winning the 2001 election. He is the former solicitor who used his renowned capacity for fear-mongering to win the last election in 2004, when he mounted a scare campaign against the Labor Party’s ability to hold down interest rates. He is the hard-of-hearing grandad who prides himself on being in touch with the aspirations of ordinary Australians.

There is no single answer for John Howard’s rapidly declining popularity. Undoubtedly he has suffered poor luck. He has, however, also been the victim of his own unfortunate timing and misread the true level of support he enjoys among his colleagues. And he has stayed too long.

Election day come early!

I've been looking forward to the upcoming Australian election for a long, long time: at last we seem to have a half-decent chance of ridding ourselves of Little Johnny and his cronies. So I've been meticulously organised and have got all my forms in to the Australian Electoral Commission to make sure I can have my say. My ballots arrived today, including the by-now traditional table cloth-sized Senate form (anyone feel like numbering from 1 to 79 below the line?). They're all filled out now, ready to head back home and help vote the Libs out. My only regret is that I didn't change my registered voting address back to my parents' house before I left: that way I could have personally voted against the garden gnome myself in Bennelong... go Maxine!

The Sound of Home

The Sound of Home
The Sound of Home
Originally uploaded by Senex Prime.

The Oregon Zoo has a display of lorikeets, small parrots that come mainly from Australia and New Guinea. To most of the visitors from the zoo, these are very exotic, colourful birds, rarely seen.

To me, they're home.

It's only once I heard their distinctive shrill screeches as I neared their enclosure that I realised what an integral part of the soundtrack to my life these little birds have been: I would wake up every morning in Sydney to the sound of flocks of Rainbow Lorikeets (has there ever been a more apt name for a bird?) flashing past my window. We are so lucky to have birds like this in the middle of the biggest city in Australia and we just tend to take it for granted. And it's not just lorikeets - we have Sulphur Crested Cockatoos (the definitive cockatoo), galahs, king parrots, black cockatoos and more. By comparision, Portland seems very quiet and less colourful. All I've really seen so far in the metropolitan area are seagulls, pigeons and scrub jays... none of which are quite in the same category as these wonderful little birds.

The First XI

Yesterday was a bit of a sad day for me: my last game for the Baulkham Hills Cricket Club before I move to the US. We played - and lost - our semi-final match against Erskine Park, bringing our season to an end. Since 1994, I have played over 130 matches with pretty much the same bunch of guys.... and they have become some of my greatest friends, even though cricket is pretty much all we have in common, with careers as diverse as accountant, greenkeeper, removalist, electrician and graphic designer! So here's a salute to the mighty Baulko B5s... it's been a pleasure, boys and maybe one day I'll be back to roll the arm over once more!

Back row: Dave Henry, Jeremy Billings, Darren Tipton (captain), Harry Izmirlian, Brett Stapleton, Brett McLaren
Front Row: Cameron Booth (vice-captain), Richard McInerney, Brian King, Andrew Murphy, Roger Deane

The Seacliff Bridge

Seacliff
Seacliff
Originally uploaded by Senex Prime.

CB: With the growing realisation that I'm not going to be here in Oz for much longer, I've made a conscious effort to get out and see all those things that I've been meaning to look at for a while - before I'm not able to.

This thought is what dragged me out of bed at 5:00 in the morning on Sunday to go and see the remarkable Seacliff Bridge on the Illawarra Coast south of Sydney. This new bridge replaces the section of Lawrence Hargraves Drive between the towns of Coalcliff and Clifton, a short stretch of road that was under constant threat of rockfalls and landslides from the unstable cliff face above.

What followed was one of the most perfect mornings of photography I have ever had - a beautiful sunrise at Stanwell Tops, followed by glorious morning light at Coalcliff Pool and on the bridge itself. Five minutes after I crossed the bridge, the clouds closed in from the south and the rest of the day was very wet and grey. Well worth getting up early for! Check out more photos from the day on my photo stream on Flickr!

Yanks vs. Aussie consumer report

So, im working as a manager at a reseller at the moment called The Mac Store. The job is easy and I generally am on the internet or looking at cool new products. However, the bar has just been raised and I have realized a lot of things. First of all, in America, a customer's needs are met at the top cost. If they don't like it, it is replaced even if the item was bought months ago. People are particular, and they want the best they can get for the least dollar. We are told to meet these needs.
However, I worked in Apple Centre in Sydney for a year and a half. If someone had a problem we were trained to say NO. Sorry mate, try the manufacturer, try Apple, try somewhere else besides here. Thats the way it was. Someone would have a problem with an iPod and exclaim "In LA, they replaced it for me on the spot!" And we we'd say Wow. This isn't LA.
These expectations have suddenly become real to me because this is exactly what we do at the Mac store. We match that price, we replace your printer, we give you a student discount just because you might leave if you don't get it. The customer is not allowed to leave without being happy because they come first, money for the business comes second. It works out in the end.

The American consumer has an expectation that I now must strive to meet. Its so hard to break out of saying "NO" all the time after what I was trained to do in Australia, where the meaning "customer service" is radically different. Here in the US, we bend over backwards for someone, just for the hope that they might come back. We offer advice, set-ups, repair, whatever they need in order for them not to make a fuss.

The funny thing is I feel like a complete tool doing this. I really enjoyed just saying NO. Get your whining ass out of my store because you don't know how to work an ipod that you bought. No discounts, no free support, no replacements! It was a clear cut line. It was a backwards system where the customer is always at your mercy.

It's a clash of culture, sure, but it really makes Americans seem like complete jerks when they go abroad and are used to people like me replacing their faulty products on the spot. I think its an important lesson to be learned that the service we get here is superior but don't expect it worldwide. Other countries have different rules, hard to believe but true. So, basically, I'm just boiling down some cultural faults that cause Americans in general to be regarded as consumer whores...

More rants later...