I've started drinking this beer...
Actually, there are a lot of beer commercials here... (NOT that I watch any of course) but if I did... these would be some of my favourites:
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
My clever girls...
It's funny how Molly is an inspiration to the little girls even from afar. This is a particularly bad photo of a lovely self portrait that she gave me, and it hangs on the wall in our living room.
The other day, whilst I was sorting out the tip that passes for our office/study, I came across a picture. Not unusual that, since they are both prolific with the artworks, (like Josh and Molly always were - and still are).. but this one had something familiar to it. I asked who'd done it and was told it was Phoebe's. When I said I thought it was lovely, she said 'its Molly', and nodded in the direction of Molly's self portrait.
It's quite funny.... hey Molly, what d'yer rek?
The other day, whilst I was sorting out the tip that passes for our office/study, I came across a picture. Not unusual that, since they are both prolific with the artworks, (like Josh and Molly always were - and still are).. but this one had something familiar to it. I asked who'd done it and was told it was Phoebe's. When I said I thought it was lovely, she said 'its Molly', and nodded in the direction of Molly's self portrait.
It's quite funny.... hey Molly, what d'yer rek?
Sign of the cross
These are the things that make it so lovely to have kids. This was on our door at the weekend. Phoebe had just been told off, and had gone to be by herself in the space under our clothes in the wardrobe...(its a walk through thing on the way to the bathroom).
It translates as:
Do not disturb...NOT in good mood!
If do...in trouble!
Slip notes under door OK?
If need toilet - go downstairs OK?
You have to love her eh..
It translates as:
Do not disturb...NOT in good mood!
If do...in trouble!
Slip notes under door OK?
If need toilet - go downstairs OK?
You have to love her eh..
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Land of milk and honey?
Well...I think this is the longest that I've not posted an entry since I started this blog which is just over two years ago. Tomorrow will be two years since we arrived in Australia if my memory is not addled.
I remain convinced that, (if not, as Daile's cousin Sue put it, 'the land of milk and honey') this is a great place to live. I think that for me, blue skies, relatively low levels of traffic, enough space to park a couple of boats (even if one of them still needs my attention), a garage that I can make stuff in with my own beer fridge, and a street that the kids can play in on their bikes without excessive fear of dangers - is close to what it's all about.
But of course there are flys in the ointment. Work is the main one, but that's like a power switch. Nothing else has had so much influence on our status, yet the issue is resolved like a shadow of a cloud passing, when a job is confirmed. We have both found it difficult to get the kind of work we want, and we're both doing work that is lower paid than we'd consider in the UK. Daile can't even do any work that is related to children because she doesn't have a certificate 4 in childminding for example. The fact that she's had more front line experience than a Tour de France bike saddle counts for nothing! Same thing even in the movie industry here. The forthcoming movie 'Mad Max 4' is starting off in Sydney, and they are crewing up... but not like they do in the UK where the crew are selected on the basis of who they know and what they've worked on that uses 'similar skills'- here its who they know and what tickets they've got. What that means is that you have teams of specialists that have undertaken formal training in the various aspects of special effects. All the welders on Narnia are pressure rated for example (and the welding is, I have to say, beautiful) In the job market in general, this means that for people like me, a generalist not a specialist, there simply isn't a place. I'm always up against people who's skills are more refined than mine, who have honed a niche and got the ticket. It's not a big thing on the face of it, but it certainly feels significant to me.
Another fly in the ointment is the lack of 'cultural depth'. There IS cultural stuff here, mostly in central Brisbane on the Southbank, where you'll find world class acts from time to time, a phenomenal library, a couple of very good galleries, a museum and a sophisticated microcosm of culture-o-philes. There's also the leading edge research environment at the 'Creative Industries Unit' at Queensland University of Technology on Kelvin Grove - where I'm hoping to do some research of my own in the fullness of time. They seem to have a very progressive view of the cultural issues involved in creating and sustaining creative approaches to industry, but it's all about industry... and that's probably the biggest fly (for me), since the driving focus of industry is efficient output. That's what's driving the certificate obsession. That's what has constrained Brisbane architecture to disappointing (shed) proportions. That's what is driving the mad development of the surrounding areas and stupid waste of money on road infrastructure without anyone bothering to see what the results of the same strategies were in other big cities and etc.
I suppose that there are problems when millions of people all live together and Brisbane is no different in that respect from any other city. But its got blue skies. In the end, when the sun shines...everything seems OK.
I remain convinced that, (if not, as Daile's cousin Sue put it, 'the land of milk and honey') this is a great place to live. I think that for me, blue skies, relatively low levels of traffic, enough space to park a couple of boats (even if one of them still needs my attention), a garage that I can make stuff in with my own beer fridge, and a street that the kids can play in on their bikes without excessive fear of dangers - is close to what it's all about.
But of course there are flys in the ointment. Work is the main one, but that's like a power switch. Nothing else has had so much influence on our status, yet the issue is resolved like a shadow of a cloud passing, when a job is confirmed. We have both found it difficult to get the kind of work we want, and we're both doing work that is lower paid than we'd consider in the UK. Daile can't even do any work that is related to children because she doesn't have a certificate 4 in childminding for example. The fact that she's had more front line experience than a Tour de France bike saddle counts for nothing! Same thing even in the movie industry here. The forthcoming movie 'Mad Max 4' is starting off in Sydney, and they are crewing up... but not like they do in the UK where the crew are selected on the basis of who they know and what they've worked on that uses 'similar skills'- here its who they know and what tickets they've got. What that means is that you have teams of specialists that have undertaken formal training in the various aspects of special effects. All the welders on Narnia are pressure rated for example (and the welding is, I have to say, beautiful) In the job market in general, this means that for people like me, a generalist not a specialist, there simply isn't a place. I'm always up against people who's skills are more refined than mine, who have honed a niche and got the ticket. It's not a big thing on the face of it, but it certainly feels significant to me.
Another fly in the ointment is the lack of 'cultural depth'. There IS cultural stuff here, mostly in central Brisbane on the Southbank, where you'll find world class acts from time to time, a phenomenal library, a couple of very good galleries, a museum and a sophisticated microcosm of culture-o-philes. There's also the leading edge research environment at the 'Creative Industries Unit' at Queensland University of Technology on Kelvin Grove - where I'm hoping to do some research of my own in the fullness of time. They seem to have a very progressive view of the cultural issues involved in creating and sustaining creative approaches to industry, but it's all about industry... and that's probably the biggest fly (for me), since the driving focus of industry is efficient output. That's what's driving the certificate obsession. That's what has constrained Brisbane architecture to disappointing (shed) proportions. That's what is driving the mad development of the surrounding areas and stupid waste of money on road infrastructure without anyone bothering to see what the results of the same strategies were in other big cities and etc.
I suppose that there are problems when millions of people all live together and Brisbane is no different in that respect from any other city. But its got blue skies. In the end, when the sun shines...everything seems OK.
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Uller
Today was Father's day here in Australia, and I did very well from the little ones...
I got pet rocks!...picture frames, a credit for a boat wash from Tilda, a lovely 'Sculpey' cup type thing from Phoebe, some socks (cos Daddy loves socks) and a cup of sweets.
Now personally, when someone buys a cellophane wrapped cup of sweets, especially when that someone is an 8 year old kid from a school stall that's selling Father's day stuff to them...I'd be expecting that it was a whole cup of sweets. Na, it was just enough sweets to cover up the newspaper that they'd put into the cup first!
What are we teaching our kids here? 'It's best to only dress it up as good, not to actually make it good' ? or perhaps; 'Rip off or be ripped off'? I've been considering writing to the Head. Matilda thought that would be a bad idea cos it was one of her friends Mum that made them.
We went to a 'Soiree' the other day that the school were laying on, and it went on from 7pm to after 9! I was ready to sleep by the end! Anyway, I couldn't really get any decent pictures, but here's Matilda, looking like someone who's not really involved, at the finale. She played the Violin in a couple of little recitals too. Bless her, she was SO shy!
Phoebe on the other hand was NOT shy at all. She was lashing it up a bit, but we gave her a big cuddle after for doing it. For Feeb, it's all about the feeling of dressing up. She's getting more and more like a teenager... she's adopted an affected way of saying no. She says 'Nar' in a clipped way... like Australians say 'Yeah/Na'.
Had to take a picture of this, at a baby equipment hire shop near the studios...
I got pet rocks!...picture frames, a credit for a boat wash from Tilda, a lovely 'Sculpey' cup type thing from Phoebe, some socks (cos Daddy loves socks) and a cup of sweets.
Now personally, when someone buys a cellophane wrapped cup of sweets, especially when that someone is an 8 year old kid from a school stall that's selling Father's day stuff to them...I'd be expecting that it was a whole cup of sweets. Na, it was just enough sweets to cover up the newspaper that they'd put into the cup first!
What are we teaching our kids here? 'It's best to only dress it up as good, not to actually make it good' ? or perhaps; 'Rip off or be ripped off'? I've been considering writing to the Head. Matilda thought that would be a bad idea cos it was one of her friends Mum that made them.
We went to a 'Soiree' the other day that the school were laying on, and it went on from 7pm to after 9! I was ready to sleep by the end! Anyway, I couldn't really get any decent pictures, but here's Matilda, looking like someone who's not really involved, at the finale. She played the Violin in a couple of little recitals too. Bless her, she was SO shy!
Phoebe on the other hand was NOT shy at all. She was lashing it up a bit, but we gave her a big cuddle after for doing it. For Feeb, it's all about the feeling of dressing up. She's getting more and more like a teenager... she's adopted an affected way of saying no. She says 'Nar' in a clipped way... like Australians say 'Yeah/Na'.
Had to take a picture of this, at a baby equipment hire shop near the studios...
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