Archive for the ‘Australia’ Category

Going in Circles?


2009
11.13

m.c. escher - reptilesAm I going in circles? I just read this from my blog 2 years ago:

” I miss the streets of Seoul, the bustle, the cars everywhere, the awesome subway, morning Dunkin Donuts runs, partying hard in Hongdae and Itaewon, Pita Time, motel rooms, orange-flooded midnight streets, walking to the Kim Bap Nara in the wee hours of the morning and ordering don cass, crazy ajoshis, kids staring at my whiteness, playing darts in Seoul Pub, egg and cheese Sally, shopping at 3am in Dongdaemun, driving on the right, galbi wrapped up with kim chi in a lettuce leaf, hanging with my korean ‘brother’ and talking about life until morning, cheap taxis, high-speed internet, being told my Korean is good when it sooo isn’t, my adorable student Hae Ri, Korean people and how they act the same wherever you go, making strange videos with Keith, my boys, my girls, and waking up any time and stepping out into a city that never seems to really sleep. It’s all a dream now.”

Now here I sit in Australia, thinking about my Korea far away over the seas.  Another world, another life currently continuing while I sit in a different reality.

But this time it is different, I think.  After years of not being able to do what I wanted, I was shocked suddenly to be back in a country where my possibilities weren’t limited to being a teacher or a company’s resident foreigner.  As I feel my mind opening up to the possibilities I see the future as being very different from the past.  Something clicked.  So while on the surface it may seem like the circle repeats, on the inside it is a whole new reality.

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The Little Beauty


2009
03.17

For those of you who didn’t hear about the Australian bushfires, let me catch you up.  In February this year, a number of fires burned across south eastern Australia.  The intensity and scale of the fires resulted in high numbers of casualties and millions of dollars of damage.  Whole towns were wiped out.  People trying to flee in their cars were incinerated.  All told, over 200 people were killed by the fires, with a great deal more injured and homeless.

Similar events dot the history books.  In 1983, fires raged through southern Australia, burning 2000 square kilometers and killing 75 people.  I was just two years old at the time, so I had no real conception of the event.  However it affected my father deeply.  He was so moved by the senseless loss of life that the fires caused, that he designed a shelter, that families may place in their garden and run to should fire threaten their property.  It was an invention that cost an incredible amount of time, money and effort on the part of my parents.  But it was designed, built and tested under real fire conditions with my father, a chemist and a brave news reporter inside, while I watched from the sidelines.  

A place of proven safety only seconds away.

A place of proven safety only seconds away.

The success of those tests, coupled with the cheapness of the shelter made it seem like a no-brainer.  Yet, years later my dad had to give up the project.  Not only was the shelter hard to insure, but at every level of government asked for assistance, the same reply was given: it’s a great idea but we don’t want to get involved.  As a result, only a few shelters were sold, despite great interest following it’s appearance at the Royal Melbourne Show (of which it was the prize winner for best exhibit) and on TV current affairs shows.  

Why there was so little interest, why no-one in the country fire authority or on local councils stepped up to support the shelter are questions we need to ask.  For it’s damned sure that hundreds of lives could have been saved, had the shelters been available.  As an attempt to offer up a history of the shelter, and of the long process of it’s development, I made bushfireshelter.com.  Over the coming weeks, I will publish details about the shelter, along with photos, letters and articles from it’s inventor, my dad, Ray Toyne.

What is certain is Australia needs this shelter.  With conditions in the south being the dryest on record and summer bringing inevitable heatwaves, there must be a way for people in the bush to protect their lives and the lives of their families.  

For more information on the Little Beauty, please visit bushfireshelter.com

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Seoul to Sunshine 2: Brisbane


2009
01.28

After bowling

After meeting up with my friend Doug in his uni accommodation in Brisbane, doing some ten pin bowling with his team and getting our first taste of Vegemite, we lazily arose to the second full day of Australia. We needed a bit of rest after the flight, but now that we’ve caught up we’re ready to hit the road.

We decided against the Gold Coast and instead will make our way south to Byron Bay where we can take in the full backpacker experience and work on our tans.

Contrary to our original plan of catching buses and trains down the coast, we’ll be renting a camper van and doing the 2000km road trip to Melbourne.  Should make for some interesting pics.

Saint Pio protect us!

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Our Country


2007
01.11

I recently received a forwarded email with a quote attributed to John Howard. It was taken from a supposed speech he gave about immigration policies and a multicultural Australia. Here is an excerpt:

“Immigrants, not Australians must adapt. Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali, we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians. However, the dust from the attacks had barely settled when the ‘politically correct’ crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others… As Australians, we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom”

The supposed speech came to an end in a frenzied climax of patriotic cliches (caps added by original source):

“This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, ‘THE RIGHT TO LEAVE’.”

Had it happened? Had John Howard finally flown off the handle and revealed his inner Aussie battler? Then I thought, wait a minute, this is John Howard. The who never says anything remotely inflammatory. John Howard, appeaser of the middle class. I turned to Google to find out where this story really came from.

I found that indeed it wasn’t little Johnnie who penned the above rant, nor was it one of his speechwriters. In fact, it was hard to trace the author, there were so many. Stories usually went something like: an editorial in a “major tabloid” said this speech or “a concerned reader and average Joe” sent this letter-to-the-editor to a local newspaper. It also seemed that the country in question wasn’t originally Australia. It seems that the speech has been used in defence of patriotism in the UK as well however the consensus of internet opinion is that it was written by an American citizen as an editorial for a Tampa (Florida) newspaper. Name unknown.

In fact, this is simply a chain letter. A dig back through the news archives showed that this letter has been sent to various newspapers’ editorial sections and published again and again since 2001, the date it was originally written. Finally, I ended up at breakthechain.com which traced it back to “Barry Loudermilk, an Air Force veteran from Georgia and frequent op-ed columnist in the The Bartow Trader” which quite possibly could be the Bartow in Florida.

The fact that people keep quoting this and getting excited by it is probably because it’s more or less how people are feeling. It’s no secret that citizens are increasingly frustrated by the constant stream of politically correct bullshit that spews forth from our lawmakers and media outlets. Usually when something doesn’t sit right with the general population, an opposite reaction will occur pretty soon after. It doesn’t take Newton to tell you that the opposite of PC is usually a little on the racist, good-old-days, nationalistic side. That’s how society ends up reasonably balanced.

The funny thing about this email is that people are not attributing to John Howard the type of quotes we used to read Pauline Hanson actually giving. I suppose those who agreed all along felt a little better when it came from official mouths.

Yeah, right.

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Australia’s Loss


2006
09.04

Well I’m sure you don’t need me to remind you about the latest Australian celebrity to pass away. I heard the news only minutes after his death and I’m not even in Australia. It’s a tragic yet not unforseen end for a man who made his name by chasing and trying to catch some of the world’s most dangerous creatures. Steve Irwin’s passing has meant the end of yet another crocodile-related legacy for Australia.

It’s amazing just how fast news agencies can put together all these clips of his life. It makes me think that they had this moment planned out, given the highly dangerous lifestyle he led. A little editing to replace “tragic death by crocodile” to “freak death by stingray” and they were good to go.

Australian newspapers The Age and The Sydney Morning Herald both showed what was on Australian’s minds today.

I think his death really emphasizes the point that I have often felt before. Humans can walk around on dry land and be in danger, sure. There are a lot of dangerous things with zero, two, four or more legs. However the sea is an entirely different thing. Humans were not meant to be in that environment and anyone who goes into the sea only comes out again because the creatures in there couldn’t be bothered killing them. We have lost a Prime Minister to the sea. We have lost countless surfers. But now we have lost something far more important than surfies or heads of state. We have lost a crocodile hunter.

It’s a sad day for Australia.

Steve Irwin R.I.P.
Steve Irwin R.I.P.

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Forces of Nature


2006
03.30

After we fixed the car, my brother and I decided to go for a surf down at the nearest ocean beach. It is a 30 minute drive down the coast, but a good chance to test out the new (professionally installed) CD player in the car.

We went down to a beach called Gunnamatta and prepared to jump in the surf for some mid afternoon frolicking. As we walked down to the water, we only saw two other surfers there. They were far out too. It would take some paddling to get near them. Closer to the shore, the waves were smashing right onto the beach. Actually, it looked as though they were spinning as they landed on shore. The undertow and the crash of the wave seemed to happen at the same time, right before a wall of water barreled up on the beach. It was quite intimidating.

Incidentally, along the same stretch of coast in 1967 one of our Prime Ministers disappeared while swimming. His body was never recovered.

Anyway, not letting a tired piece of history both us in the least, we dived into the churning water and let nature take its course. Lyndon tried the surfboard first, but after 5 minutes of struggle, he decided to give it to me. I started paddling out to get to the surfers out the back, while Lyndon swam next to me. I was almost out there, when I spotted a wave heading toward me, looking like it was going to break. I increased my paddling and as it was on top of me I pushed down on my board in an attempt to execute a duck dive. It almost worked.

I felt myself being sucked backward through the water by an incredible force. Normally, when a duck dive is executed, the wave may hit a part of you, but you’ll come up breathing. The wave usually just passes the top part of water, leaving the bottom relatively unmoved. Not so at Gunnamatta. The whole body of water from top to bottom sucked me down. I spun a few times, was dragged along the ocean floor for a bit and then clunk my surfboard slammed against my head.

After making my way to the top, I was not pleased to see another wall of water heading my way. Think not blue skies, crystal clear water. Think churning, swirling, choppy water with grey skies. Think desolate ocean beaches and emptiness. I would’ve thought these things myself, but the only thought I managed to have was ‘oh shit’.

I tumbled around again, fought my way to the top and decided to find my board. It was tied to my leg, so it can’t have got far. I grabbed it and floated closer to shore. My brother approached, grinning. I don’t know why because he had been dumped too, although with less surfboard-hitting-the-head action. I tried to tell him about my near-death experience, but all that came out was “urgh”. To which he replied, “why is your head bleeding?”

Turned out it was rather a nasty bump. We headed back, me to hospital to get my bleeding head fixed, Lyndon to watch TV. We had dared venture into the water, thinking that we might conquer nature and nature spat us out, broken and bleeding onto the shore in under 10 minutes. Am I Aussie any more? We’re meant to withstand these conditions, fly in the face of danger. This is my country, I should be king of these lands. Has all my time overseas really changed me that much? The conclusion of the day hit me like a fiberglass float in a churning sea.

I’m getting soft.

Forces of Nature

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