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Word Wars

Sunday, October 7th, 2007

War on Democracy poster

After seeing posters all over Australia for the country’s September release of War on Democracy, I was eager to see it.

Reading up on it, I was still eager to see it. According to the website, it’s made by an Emmy-award-winning Australian journalist (living in London) and it tells the story of “the historic and current relationship of Washington with countries such as Venezuela, Bolivia, and Chile.” So, yesterday afternoon I hopped on into the theater with my bag of popcorn and cup of Sprite.

Huge disappointment. First off, the presentation was wretched. After seeing the strong-imaged posters, I expected the film to have similar images. That it did not. The quality looked like the videos I’ve been putting on this blog…and I’ve only been using the free software that came with my computer…and spend only an hour or so putting them together. A feature-length documentary, I believe, could afford a bit of flair. But flair was definitely lacking. As was a certain journalistic quality. Like most “documentaries” of recent popularity, this film is simply a soapbox for the writer, director, and/or producer to portray his (or her) viewpoint on a certain subject (unlike the old school documentary Hoop Dreams, which really was without much creator assertion but was still a fascinating watch). And worst off, director/writer/presenter John Pilger failed to present balanced facts that any journalist should…for instance American media was more than half the time presented through Fox News stories (and as anyone knows is the majorly conservative news station in the US), and quoted presidents and “sources” were all from Republican administrations. Worst, though…there were just not hard facts. Pilger spent far too much time arguing with (outlandish) Duane R. Clarridge, a former chief of CIA operations in the area discussed, about how many people were killed by a US-backed government. And when Pilger failed to support his argument (just go to the walls, NGOs, and other sources you spoke to and count the names, mister) with an actual number, it comes across as just one more crack in his argument, that could have been supported with facts and not just anecdotes.

Because of these things and the lack of any semblance of a story line, I have to guess this movie will not be shown in American mainstream theaters…or maybe even small art-house ones.

Which is sad…there is much truth in Pilger’s film, and our country’s foreign policy is something that I would love to become more of a regular dialog in media and our national community. But with the poorly-crafted film, Pilger’s pillaged information seems doomed to stay in countries where the viewers already know about (and have quite strong opinions) on what they’re watching.

You’re preaching to the choir, Pilger.

The Great Ocean Road Trip

Friday, October 5th, 2007

One of the best things about taking the road trip was feeling like I was truly in Australia. No more American fast-food chains. No big shopping malls. No TV relaying the latest Britney saga. Not only was being on the road a bit of a break from all the city stuff…but even when I settled into the towns, it was still a relaxing time.

I got to see lots of wildlife (although I’d definitely wished I’d had a riding companion to be on nature lookout to spot the koalas in the trees while I drove), got in a pretty decent 11.3 km hike, and even got to see a bit of a brawl in a small town. What can beat that? All in all, good trip.

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road to the lighthouse beautiful drive where there were lots of koalas

ocean view yeah…it was a bit windy/rainy that day

koala at Tower Hill a cute little koala at Tower Hill

kangaroo a momma roo and her joey

roo poo roo poo

Jayna Rust pick me! pick me!

wallaby what a wallaby!

Jayna Rust at Port Elliott wind? what wind?

You Drive Me Crazy

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

road sign

I love that on the Great Ocean Road, a major tourist attraction and easily self-driven, there are signs everywhere that say “Drive on left in Australia.” It reminded me of being in Sydney where most curbs are painted with white lettering telling pedestrians which way to look before starting to cross.

Sure, these helpful bits are functional, and I can just imagine an all-too righteous American tourist exclaiming to the cops when they’ve come to write up an accident report, “But nobody told me that you all drive on the left here! Why should I have to be responsible for the accident?” But I hope the driver who has made it this far on a trip knows which side to drive on…that’s why I originally took the photo in the first place…a little more Jayna snark.

But then I realized that well, I probably could have used a few little other reminders myself when driving here. Specifically:
1. The driver’s side is on the other side of the car. (posted on the front passenger side window…or even above the glove box, if you’ve gotten in and stared at the dash wondering what’s missing)
2. The turn signal is on the right. No, your other right. That’s the windshield wipers. (posted on the windshield)

I think I’ll suggest those postings to the rental car company. Yep. They definitely need to add those to all cars from now on.

Ain’t That Beautiful?

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2007

Over here, Sean Kingston doesn’t get “suicidal” over “Beautiful Girls,” like he does in the American version of the song. Apparently, he’s just “in denial.”

The radio-edited version of the catchy tune made me think of what bits of generally accepted American culture Australia tries to keep out. I basically came to the conclusion that they don’t like our talk of things that end in “-icide.” The word “gun?” Definitely edited out of the Australian-bought version of Wheatus’ “Teenage Dirtbag” I have from the previous journey to Oz.

The funny thing is, I don’t even recognize the presence of those words until there’s dead air where something’s been bleeped out or when I’m driving along, blaring the radio, and singing along…and realize that what I’m singing isn’t what Mr. Kingston is.

Hmmm…maybe I’m just in denial over how de-sensitized we are.

The Little Surfer Who Couldn’t

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

Surf City Plaza in Torquay, Victoria, Australia

Annoyed at my lack of guts (and body warmth), I’d convinced myself, no matter the weather, I’d rent a board around Torquay, Australia’s surf capital, and get out there.

Arriving at the start of Oz’s Great Ocean Road and already wearing my swimsuit, I found Torquay just like everyone described…the place for surfers. The city’s shopping center is called Surf City and for good reason…all the shops sell surf wear/gear and many are outlets as the manufacturers are in the area. There’s even a museum dedicated to our Aussie-adopted sport.

But, back to me and surfing…the surf report said the swell was at 6…so I headed down to the water to check out the waves and find a rental shop. Looking down into the ocean, I realized how much of an idiot I am. I am in Australia; the swell report said 6 meters, not feet. Doh! So, basically I’m saying, there’s a good chance I won’t see myself facedown on a surfboard until I hit Western Australia.

Being the surf capital of Australia, though, there were obviously people undeterred by the 18-foot waves, especially at the beautiful nearby Bells Beach:

Branded

Monday, October 1st, 2007

footy parade

I have to say, one of the things I find awesome about the US is the fact that we don’t whore out our sports teams. OK. We totally do…but it’s not quite as obvious as teams abroad. American pro and college (and even high school) sports teams don’t allow logos on uniforms (heck, even the Cardinals got reprimanded for remembering Darryl Kile and writing his number on their hats after his untimely death). But everywhere else, it seems that’s alright.

Geelong, the team that just won the Footy Finals is clearly sponsored by our own American company Ford…which probably is a thorn in the side to Toyota, who sponsored the week-long activities leading up to the finals…oh the drama of sponsorship.

footy players in the parade

Made to Order

Monday, October 1st, 2007

guacamole

You know the best thing about being back in the Western world? Being able to make the food I’ve been missing (buying it, even here, is basically impossible). Stocking up on the same produce, pastas, and cheeses I have back home has made making my favorite snacks super duper easy.

I’ve had homemade guacamole three times in the last week. And I ate an entire mixing bowl’s worth of pasta salad (really, I’m going to gain back all that lost weight quite quick).

pasta salad

Idol-Oz-ation

Thursday, September 27th, 2007

What else does one (or me) do when in Australia? Go see the free Australian Idol concert in Melbourne’s Federation Square, of course!

The season is in the middle of all the drama and is now down to the last 9. The favorite is Matt Corby, judging by the screams and signs for him. (But I have to say, I’m not impressed…but you can check him out a little in the above video…he’s the dude in the hat)

Next week, American Idol’s first winner, Kelly Clarkson, will be performing on the show. After seeing a free American Idol Christmas concert in the US I’m a pretty big Kelly Clarkson fan. It seems Australians might be too…word on the street is that they get American Idol down here too. Yeah, Chris Daughtry’s band is playing a live gig down here today as well…

Fatty McFatty

Wednesday, September 26th, 2007

American Doughnut Kitchen at Queen Victoria Market

Donuts are my crack. So stinking addicting! I had two yesterday at Melbourne’s famous Queen Victoria Market. And although there’s a confusing history behind who invented them and where they came from, the donuts I had yesterday were definitely American influenced. Yep. The American Doughnut Kitchen (which constantly had a massive line) sold these hot goodies at 6 for $4.80 (I refrained from buying the half-dozen).

Yum. I may have to go back for more of these babies. Or the cheese. There was SO much cheese at the deli stalls in the market! I only bought feta this time around, but…wow. I should really stop eating such healthy foods.

donut!

The Price is Wrong

Tuesday, September 25th, 2007

Shocking. That’s what the Aussie prices are for two things:

1. books; Holy cow…I should have stocked up on readings before I left Thailand! To give you an idea…Barack Obama’s Dreams from my Father is about $35 AUD/$30 USD in paperback (for you non-American readers, the same book costs $10.17 USD in the US on Amazon.com). Hardcover editions of many books (American, British, or Australian) here can be in the $40-60 range.

2. makeup; The Aussie girls I hung out with this weekend were making their makeup shopping lists for a friend going to the US, where most of the country’s makeup is imported from. Why? I found out when I went to buy some mascara yesterday. $18 AUD/$15 USD for Maybeline mascara. Are you kidding me? (Definitely staying away from the MAC store here!)

Why am I telling you all this? Well, basically, because I want you Yanks to know that if you ever come visit Oz, to stock up on the above before getting here…and to say that if I run into you over the next few months and I’m an illiterate, ugly beast, you’ll know why.

mascara