At last!!!! I-765 Employment Authorisation Approved!!!

I've actually known this was coming for a couple of days now, as I checked my case status online with the USCIS on Thursday, but I wanted to wait until the EAD was actually in my hands before I announced it to the world. Too much has gone wrong with this stuff up to now to prematurely jinx things!

So basically, the USCIS has approved my I-765, which is simply a temporary authorisation to seek employment while my I-485 (Green Card) is being processed. Because of my misfortunes - originally applying for an I-765 under the auspices of my K-1 Fiance Visa and being denied because that Visa expired after 90 days - the whole process has taken much longer than it should have, but I have it safe in my hands now! Words can't even begin to describe how happy I am. And we also have our initial I-485 interview next Tuesday - together, these two events may make the best Christmas present I could have asked for.

So now on Monday, I can head out and finally get myself a Social Security number, that all-important set of digits that rule most Americans' lives... and then I can FINALLY start looking for a job!

Geotaggery

I think it's fair to say that I've done a fair bit of travelling - all over Europe, New Zealand a couple of times, different parts of Australia and my new explorations of The Land Of The Free™. And it goes without saying that I like to take photos of my adventures. Now the perfect thing would be able to place my pictures on a map of the world, to show exactly where I've clicked my shutter and exposed film or sensor to light.

Flickr has a very basic "Map This Photo" function built in, but this has always been unsatisfactory for me. For starters, Flickr's map (built using Yahoo! Maps) has always been woeful, with a strange way of organising pictures that seems to have no rhyme or reason. Then there's also the fact that only the version on my photo that is resident on Flickr has the geotags (latitude and longitude data) saved, not the version that I have on my computer.

So I started looking around at alternatives that could help me. Ovolab's Geophoto seemed promising, with iPhoto integration and a nice clean interface, but the resolution of the maps was next to useless, especially for adding geotags. I'm not one of those people who just say my photos were taken in such and such a city, I like to position my photos on the exact spot I was standing when I took the shot.

App4Life's RapidoMap was similarly disappointing, with a terribly complicated way of adding location data to your photos. It also lost points for changing its name from the far more charming Magrathea, a beautiful Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy in-joke.

I was about to give up, when I remembered that I had a fantastically detailed mapping system already available on my computer, the truly gorgeous Google Earth. Surely there had to be some way to leverage all of Google's mapping know-how to do what I needed? And as it turned out, there was! The rather boringly named – but free – Geotagger simply allows you to find a location in Google Earth, then drag-n-drop JPGs onto the application to add all the geodata into the JPGs EXIF metadata. Neat!

The next step was to find a way to get these newly geo-savvy JPGs to show up in Google Earth itself. And once again Google itself came to the rescue, with its newly acquired Panoramio website. You simply upload all your location-aware images to Panoramio, and it submits them to Google Earth. Eventually, images that meet their guidelines can actually be viewed by anyone using Google Earth using the Panoramio layer, but you can always find your own images in your personal copy of Google Earth by using a personalised .kml file. Perfect! If I felt like it, I could even add locations in Google Earth so that it could "fly" me along the route of, say, my European backpacking trip. Images can also be viewed on a map directly on the Panoramio website. Be warned though, geotagging and uploading all your photos can take some time – it's a good thing I'm a patient person with a lot of spare time on my hands!

For those that would like to look at my handiwork, this is my Panoramio user page, where you can also download my Google Earth/Panoramio .kml file (works with Google Earth 4 and higher). Look at Sydney, Portland and Europe for the most photos. Enjoy!

Music From Portland #2: The Decemberists

The Decemberists: I'm really not sure how to describe these guys, they sound completely unlike just about anything else out there. Their most well known song is a nine minute sea shanty called "The Mariner's Revenge Song", which could almost come straight from the pages of Moby Dick. It even involves a giant whale who eats the protaganist and his mortal enemy (the object of revenge) alive! Unfortunately, there's no video for that song on YouTube, so we'll have to make do with something else.

This is called "16 Military Wives" and the film clip seems to be making some sort of political point. See if you can work out what is... :-)



Once again, we missed out on tickets to see these guys last time they were in Portland. They like to drop Portland references into their songs (The Multnomah County Library, the bus mall, the columns down at the Skidmore Fountain and so on) and the video for "O Valencia" features the Fremont Bridge's plentitude of off ramps and one of the seedy hotels on Interstate. Nothing like a local band that acknowledges its localness!

If you're going to listen to one album by these guys, I would recommend Picaresque. And if you only want to listen to one song, I would say "The Mariner's Revenge Song" or "We Both Go Down Together"

Winter In America Is Cold

It's a fact. Portland has well and truly settled into its typical long, dark winter. Average high temperatures for this week are forecast to be between 38 and 44°F (3 to 7°C) and it'll probably stay like that until some time in February. It actually snowed a bit this morning, a light drifting of flakes slowly falling from the sky - but the flakes never actually reached the ground, so I'm not sure if that really counts.

Actually, the coldness itself doesn't really bother me anymore. After travelling through Europe in winter – where the temperatures were in the range of -15 to -10°C (5 to 14°F) in Prague, Berlin and Copenhagen – nothing has ever really felt truly cold since. What does bug me about the cold is the rigamarole of getting dressed to go anywhere. If Christine calls me from work and wants me to meet her at a pub, I have to throw on about five layers of clothing, a scarf, a hat, gloves and maybe (actually, most of the time!) rain pants and a rain jacket just to set foot outside. This process can take a long time and has to be reversed when I reach the heated pub at the other end, lest I melt. Then when it's time to leave, back on all the clothes have to go! It's all a bit of a drag.

All that said, I do miss my Australian summer, even though it seems to have been atypically wet in Sydney this year...

A Post Turkey Day Post

Whew!

So we have come through Thanksgiving weekend and Black Friday and the following weekend unscathed!

Of course Cam was quite impressed with the intensity of seriousness we give these holidays. We noticed quite a few establishments offering themselves up for those who had nowhere to go or people to see on Turkey night. It's a night, almost as much as Christmas, where it is imperative that you be SOMEWHERE and with other people. It doesn't really matter where, just as long as you can report later that you were indeed doing something.

Cam and I were graciously invited to Kevin's sister's house along with about 18 other people to their beautiful house in Mt. Tabor. While the Marcotte brothers worked on getting the turkeys perfectly basted, the crowd mingled in order to distract ourselves from our hunger. We went on a short hike up the hill to an old volcano mound that a nice park had been built upon. The neighborhood was very cute and kitsch and on our way back we snagged a house-for-sale flyer with modest asking price of 1.3 mil.

When we returned, dinner was almost ready and we admired the pretty table that Julie and the kids had helped lay out.

Now Cam knows how to make a turkey out of tracing your hand on paper.

Our Thanksgiving meal, I could say was very traditional and at the same time not. We all ate our delicious food and then afterwards stayed at the table and played a charades game. From there, some people drifted away to tend to children or cleaning up. Most of us stayed and drank wine and gossiped about this and that. Most of the Thanksgiving meals I have attended have usually involved football or at least a TV blasting the Macy Day parade, but there was never a hint of either during the evening. Sitting at the table, one can only take for so long so I went and helped 6 year old Grace color a picture of the Little Mermaid, while Cam drew Optimus Prime for 7 year old Ben (who now worships Cam as well as OP).

Afterwards, I gave up trying to be formal and passed out in a chair. I was upset on our way home that I had done so, but I really had no other choice. Sometimes, you just want to be tranquil mood instead of making conversation after gorging yourself.

The next day was Black Friday. It's a bit of a ridiculous American tradition created on its own accord, where the masses immediately give up on one holiday and dive head first into the next. It's recorded every year as being the biggest shopping day and people start around 4am in order to get the best sales (Yes, the mall opens around then.) The Mac Store was madness but people there wanted the best deals mostly for themselves, perhaps wanting to save a buck on that iPod before they have to start spending money on everyone else. It's a day that is just as gluttonous as Turkey Day.

And so here comes Christmas! Cam and I have to put up our lights now!

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.

The car you have when you don't have a car

It's no secret that Christine and I are poor. So much so that even if we wanted to, there's no way we could even think of owning a car, even a rusty old bomb. And that's okay most of the time: our trusty bikes and good ol' MAX get us most of the places we need to go.

However, sometimes you just need a car. What else can you do when you're moving large objects from one place to the other, or have too much shopping to carry home on our bikes or public transport (and believe me, we've tried on the bikes and have almost broken our backs!)? That's when the truly brilliant Flexcar comes to the rescue. Cars are left in dedicated parking spots all over Portland (and many other cities, including Atlanta, Baltimore, LA, Philadelphia, Phoenix, Pittsburgh, San Diego, San Fran and Seattle) and members simply reserve them for the hours they need them.

From there, it's just a matter of walking up to the car (our nearest one is two blocks away), swiping a security card over a reader mounted inside the windshield to unlock the car, getting the key and driving away! Gas is included in the hourly rate, which can be as low as $6/hour, although $10 is more usual. All you have to do is fill the car up if it's 3/4 empty (using the supplied fleet card) and maybe wash the car if it's dirty, then return the car to its original parking space before your time expires. It's a brilliantly simple idea, and one which is growing in popularity, especially in progressive cities like Portland.

It's nor meant to replace traditional rental cars: you can't keep the car out of its spot overnight, and driving it more than 150 miles incurs additional fees, but it is fantastic for people who only need a car rarely... people like us!

Music from Portland #1: The Shins

Portland is home to many, many awesome bands... all of which I hope to see live at some point. Thanks to the wonders of YouTube, we can share the work of some of these bands with you. First up is The Shins, whose concert in early December is unfortunately sold out (so sad!)... this track is obliquely entitled "Australia" (yay!), apparently because they wrote it while on tour down under. Enjoy! (It's a terribly cute clip, by the way)

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!

Getaway!

Hey!

It's me and Cam isn't pulling a one man show over here. We are still happily living in our little blissful bubble. However, you don't realize how long you've been in one place until you go somewhere else. Just driving out of town a few hours and you suddenly feel like you are in a new country. Even going to Seattle for the second time, there were always things to point out that are so different than what we have grown accustomed.

We had a blast though and were very near the Space Needle and the EMP so walking anywhere was made possible. The weather held up great and we tried a bunch of new places to eat at.

One in particular was Kevin's suggestion for breakfast, the Five Point Cafe. Just walking up to it, you get an uneasy feeling that this kinda place would not serve a good latte and pancakes. We walk in and the atmosphere is so dark that finding a table is difficult. We sit down and the waitress gives us some menus and we are short of conversation as the speakers blast explicit music right above our heads. We are sitting next to the bar where the patrons appear to have been there for days and the kids in the booth next to us are sipping whiskey and beer. Its 10 on a Saturday morning. The walls are plastered with posters, bumper stickers, ol beer ads and Cam wouldn't even tell me what the boy's loo had set up in there.

We waited nearly an hour for our food to finally show up and I was getting a bit ansy but it made it all worth it. It was absolutely delicious. We finally busted out into the sunshine, laughing how the Five Point is a great way to start your day.

For the rest of the day we toured the EMP (Experience Music Project) and the Sci-Fi Museum which I surprisingly really enjoyed. The music part of the museum was packed full of information on artists whom I was not too familiar but everyone could relate to the Sci-Fi museum somehow without knowing or caring about Star Trek. They had life size replicas and models of robots and monsters from movies, guns, philosophies, masks, space ships. It was all laid out through a series of tunnels and rooms which made it somewhat more interactive. Most of the artifacts in both museums, was noticed, belonged to one guy, Paul Allen, who owns much of Microsoft. Just being rich can't make you that intense of a collector. That's a state of madness.

Cam and I also visited the Seattle Art Museum for a taste of culture. It had dab of this and that ranging from Contemporary to Italian porcelain to a fun exhibit on how the Japanese envisioned America back from the 16th century and onward. At one point a security woman advised me that I was not allowed to carry an umbrella in the exhibit and generally was suppose to check it in downstairs. We nodded our heads and went upstairs if not to just have a quick look. We managed to get through the whole museum with me carrying my umbrella. We were just ready to leave when I was approached again and told that umbrellas were against policy. The guy was terribly polite and seemed to only be letting me know this. We let him know that we had had no idea and then we left the museum. We found it amusing that although umbrellas were not allowed in the museum it certainly was not enforced. And we certainly never found exactly why umbrellas, closed and hanging on my bag, were not allowed.

Seattle held itself together until the last minute until we had to leave and let the rain loose. Getting home took half the time getting there with the little traffic and being in Portland again already makes the weekend seem like a distant memory. But it was super fun hanging out with family and experiencing new bars. I'm a bit sad that I won't be able to go have a good Thanksgiving with the fam this year as getting time off work will be impossible, but Kevin will be lending us his which should make for some good times and give Cam a chance to see what the holiday is all about (gluttony!).