Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Drink-Drive in Australia...NOT..and don't speed, either.

Now these ads would have the ACLU in conniptions because they manipulate emotions and that would be seen as unwelcome government intrusion.  But they are ubiquitous here and they seem necessary.  And they appear to be effective. "RBT" = Roving Breath Test.
















http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2008/09/14/2364057.htm



Speed Poster Camera


This next one is fascinating - it's from the Government of West Australia's campaign.  The professor explains the physics of it all.  This one won a bunch of awards.

http://www.ors.wa.gov.au/_layouts/getAsset.aspx?URI=2734864&REV=1&RCN=D10#91981


 This one's a hoot - if you're young and you speed, you're unconsciously making a statement about yourself.  Pretty effective.  How many times have we said the same thing when some moron goes zipping in and out of traffic because he's either stupid or bored (or both)?  This is one of the things I like about Australian humor - they do not hesitate to go straight for the throat. Or something.

  http://www.rta.nsw.gov.au/cgi-bin/player.cgi?noonethinksbigofyou_low

So the bottom line is when you come down here...the Australian public safety advertising sector is very healthy and growing.

No, it means when you come down to visit, better pay attention to those polite warning signs they put out about speed cameras coming up...and do NOT get picked up by a RBT and ESPECIALLY on a holiday weekend when the points double.  A DUI is 6 points; do it on a holiday weekend and there goes your license.

But I still see idiots everyday, and I only have a 7-minute drive to and from work.  Maybe the kangaroos will participate and natural selection will take over.  I just feel sorry for the roos.

Weird Happenings in Australia

These are a little dated but I still love them.  Back in the States there is a column I read called "News of the Weird."  They specialize in actual newspaper stories regarding weird happenings - like the guy who tries to rob a convenience store with a bag over his head - with no eye-holes cut in it.  Here are a couple of "News of Weird Australia" stories I love.  You know, there is nothing boring about living here.  People I work with know I love these and they now send them to me.  Now if I could only figure out how to make this pay...

http://news.ninemsn.com.au/national/1029528/act-man-knocked-cold-by-rogue-kangaroo


http://news.ninemsn.com.au/national/1029573/drunk-stoned-man-fined-for-abducting-koala


Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Wombat Protection Society

Still learning how to drive this blog.

Here's the actual link to the Wombat Protection Society.  We're lucky there's people like this out there taking care of them for the rest of us.

They're neck and neck with the pademelons (see the "Critters Down Under" page) in the "if they were any cuter I don't think I could stand it" category.  Kind of ugly cute.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Let's Go Bushwalking

No, this isn't a bushwalk with a large pack, a couple of gallons of water, energy bars, blisters and you thinking "Why am I out here?  Didn't I do enough of this in the Marines?"  It's a bushwalk with a small shoulder bag and a couple of bottles of water, a tin or two of herring or salmon, crackers, chocolate, some garlic-stuffed olives, and mandarin oranges.  And some black licorice.  This is more like bush-strolling, by my standards.

The Canberra Nature Park (remember, "Canberra's boring, there's NOTHING to do here...") is actually several parks and nature reserves scattered all over the ACT and designed to meet tastes of all kinds.  And I do mean tastes of all kinds - such as the only nudist beach in the ACT - see below.  Yup, nothing here to do or see.

http://www.tams.act.gov.au/play/pcl/parks_reserves_and_open_places/canberra_nature_park

Anyway, it's really easy to wake up on a weekend and think "Geez, it's still dark outside, what am I doing up?"  And then remember that a hungry cat is as good as an alarm clock (those who know my cats know what I mean) and this one is standing on my chest, crying.  By the time they're fed, then you think it might be fun to get out there and see some nature and within about 90 minutes, you can actually be standing beside the Murrumbidgee River and thinking "Now where's that nudist beach...".  Anyway, that happened yesterday morning, and Debbie and I needed some exercise (and it's FREE), so after some prep, off we went to Kambah Pool, which is in a suburb SW of Canberra (20 minutes) on the Murrumbidgee River.  There are several walking tracks that link various parks along the Murrumbidgee River Corridor.  There are some very nice camping and swimming areas along the corridor that are a great example of how well-managed the ACT parks system really is.  There are parks and tracks for any level of taste, fitness, or activity with or without facilities.  For someone who thought someday he might be a park ranger (I did get a degree in Natural Resources Management, after all) it's really interesting to see how they are trying to meet all needs without destroying the very things people come to see in the first place (that's why they call it "management," I guess).  And - keep the local wildlife happy and thriving (let's just not talk about the ongoing kangaroo cull and wabbit gassing...even if they are necessary).

Here's where we went - notice how close Kambah is to central Canberra - it's the red area; the lake in the center is Lake Burley-Griffin in Canberra:













 Courtesy of Wikipedia

And here's the brochure on the area:

http://www.scribd.com/doc/33605796/Pages-From-WEB-MRC-Brochure


And finally, where we did our bushwalk (it's a page from the above brochure):































Here's the Red Rocks Gorge on the Murrimbidgee -
which we reached only about 1.5 KM or 30 minutes from the parking lot.














And as always, the Lovely Debbie with said gorge.















This, for the uninitiated, is wombat poo.  For some reason the little fellas like to go on the top of rocks, logs, etc.  It's everywhere.  See the "Critters" page for a wombat - both "sleeping" and alive.  These guys get pretty big (guessing from some of the poo) and they dig these great big holes and in some cases it looks like a condo community.

















Well, we eventually found the Nude Bathing Area. The first guy we ran into was a fully clothed fisherman not having much luck in the Rock Pool below the rapids.  I enlarged this so you could see the little icon up in the corner of the sign, which apparently is courtesy of the ANF - which all of you will know is ...The Australian Nudist Federation.  For those if you wanting to know more about the ANF, here's the link to their website as well...where you will learn that "Naturism is not just a healthy Lifestyle but has many more beneficial qualities not widely known."  .

http://www.aus-nude.org.au/index.php?option=com_k2&view=itemlist&layout=category&task=category&id=2&Itemid=102

Let us know how that works out for you.















We stopped for lunch (crackers and tinned herring) at the Rock Pool below the rapids of Kambah Pool.  Naturalist Debbie, her "Field Guide to the Birds of Australia", and a Pacific Black Duck were all in attendance.  Since she's on the page on Ravens and Crows, there was a slight delay in identification.

Here's the book:
















Sensing Debbie's embarrassment, this guy showed up...


















And paused for identification.  That's an Australian Raven.


















These are the rapids above the Rock Pool.














This is not a rare anemone attached to one of the rocks.
This is the common Photographicus Idioticus in its natural habitat
attempting to get his camera ready.


















I caught Debbie carefully placing plastic trash in the bush.
Actually, she asked me to document our picking UP trash
some local idiots continually leave in their own parks (my main complaint - who are these morons who hike into the middle of nowhere with a bottle of beer - haven't they ever heard of wineskins?).

We're hoping this will help qualify Debbie for an award of
the Order of Australia Medal (OAM) in next year's Queen's Birthday Honors.

Here's the medal:


















Those are Wattle Flowers on the ribbon.  Since my friend
Dr. Danielle Roosa (nee Malek) Esquire also has among her
many academic accomplishments a degree in
horticulture, she can tell you all about the native wattle.

Here's the wattle flower in a photograph:












And from the Australian National Botanic Garden website:

"The genus Acacia belongs to the family Mimosaceae. There are some 1350 species of Acacia found throughout the world and close to 1000 of these are to be found in Australia. Commonly known as Wattle, Acacia is the largest genus of vascular plants in Australia. Australia's national floral emblem is Acacia pycnantha, the Golden Wattle. Wattle Day is celebrated on the 1st of September each year."



Back to the bushwalk.


















These are not cardboard cutouts of kangaroos, although for some reason they look like it.
Momma and joey.

The next wildlife encounter was strange.  We had gotten back to the car and were driving through the Pine Island parking lot, when out of nowhere this bird starts attacking the car, particularly the windshield wipers.  I could do an entire post on this one bird (he did have a less persistent partner), but I'll limit this to the highlights:



















































My favorite photo.

I mean, this bird didn't even like himself. He would fly from
side to side of the car, see himself in the side-view mirror
(at least the birds here seem to know what a side-view mirror is,
I'm still searching for evidence that Australian drivers do) and then go on the attack.

We discovered from a passing Australian
(you can see her car moving slowly towards us in the video) that
this is a "Noisy Miner."  I'd say more like "Really Angry Miner."  Territorial little cuss,
but you have to admire his guts.  I even went back a second time to see if he would repeat
and there he was, diving in on us like a Messerschmidt.



Noisy Miner from Charles Ikins on Vimeo.




Noisy Miner II from Charles Ikins on Vimeo.


Noisy Miner III from Charles Ikins on Vimeo.


Then we discovered the motherlode of kangaroo mobs.
There must have been at least a hundred of 'em.
Apparently they had not read this sign below.


















I understand increased kangaroo literacy will be a major goal
of the new Gillard Labor Government.

















By the way, the wildlife reserve is on the OTHER side of the fence.














I was trying to figure out how they worked that gate.

Now Australians constantly tell me how stupid kangaroos are.
I'm not so sure...
Take a look at the bottom of the fence below.
And aaaaaalllllll those kangaroos in the background.
In the grazing land.
Away from the wildlife reserve and people like me.


















Think they're stupid now?

I have seen these "mobs" line up and go through one of these holes one by one.
They're more polite - and patient - than people getting on and off the cars on
the Metro in DC and VA.

Kangaroos on the horizon at the end of a long kangaroo day from Charles Ikins on Vimeo.

And so, our day's bushwalking done, both kangaroos and Debbie and Chuck drive - or hop - off into the sunset and a well-earned beer at the end of the day (since kangaroos don't have opposable thumbs and can't unscrew the tops, they have to drink it on draught...)






Friday, June 25, 2010

Australia's Solution to the BP Disaster in the Gulf

This is courtesy of my good friend Dr. Danielle Roosa (nee Malek), Esquire.  Who happens to be Australian.  Apparently these two guys are a fixture on Aussie TV for doing this sort of stuff.  I've seen some of their other stuff in which the bald guy always plays a company spokesman who specializes in saying nothing regarding some disaster for which his company is entirely responsible, while the other guy plays an interviewer who gets completely confused in the process - as intended.  I think they updated this bit with BP because I could swear I saw this over a year ago but about a different oil spill.

 http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=50355

Then there's this American one which is also hilarious:

http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/technology/technology-news/bp-spoof-video-is-youtube-runaway-hit-20100625-z4cl.html

Then here's more of the Australians...

http://www.wikio.com/themes/Bryan+Dawe


I can't see how these guys keep a straight face - watch the one on the World Cup where they talk about how Gillard should be sent in for Rudd...


Thursday, June 24, 2010

Wanna Bet?

Some of our faithful readers (as far as we can tell, there are 16 of you) may not be aware that gambling is legal in Australia, but it must be in "clubs."  We are proud members of the Hellenic Club (I signed my name on the membership card as Christos Ikinopolous), The Returned and Services League Club (I am running for All-High Water Buffalo - you should see the hat - straight out of Fred Flintstone with the horns and everything - but somehow I can't see Debbie as Barney), and the Southern Cross Club/Yacht Club (nothing clever to say about that).  All of them have what they call "pokies" rather than slot machines.  I guess because you poke the buttons?  Who knows why they call them that but there you have it.















 The Evil Pokie

Anyway, every club has them but then as you enter the den of iniquity where they keep them, they have signs warning you that gambling is addictive and can destroy your family (and maybe cause tooth decay as well, who knows?).  This is like the big SMOKING KILLS label on every pack of cigarettes here or the anti-drink-driving campaign (I need to do a  post on that one - the ACLU would have legions of lawyers down here protecting our "rights" to kill ourselves as well as perfect strangers).  They also have all these pamphlets all over the place offering helpful advice. (Comment:  sometimes I think the various state governments think the average Australian can't think for him or herself - because they feel they have to nag you before you do anything even remotely fun so they can say "I warned you!"  Remember the long sign on the overhead tram on the "signage" page?  That's a great example.  (Some people here think Australia is a "nanny state."  I think it's more of a "I Told You So - Don't Come Crying To Me!" State).  From what I can see, the average Australian just pays his taxes and does what he wants anyway.

So, here are a couple of the pamphlets - and these are the tamer ones.  Remember - call us at any time of the day or night.  We care. 

































Now get back while I try to win the rent.

 
Oh yeah - in other news,

Australia switched Prime Ministers today.  Kevin Rudd was shown the door.  Done in by his own party (Labor - think the Democrats, while the Opposition is the Liberals - think Republicans.  I know, it's confusing, but then everything down here is upside down) no less.  Here, you elect a party to power and then the insiders pick the PM.  And then it appears that that PM spends the next however many months looking over his shoulder and wondering what all that whispering and closed door stuff is all about.  And then one night (like last night) your best friends show up on your doorstep and start talking about how nice it is in Italy this time of year, etc.  The next thing you know there you are in front of the microphones with your family behind you talking about all the things you're proud of having done (emphasis on the past tense).









 In happier times...courtesy of The Age publication.
New PM (former deputy PM) Julia Gillard on the right.

Here's a local take on it...

http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/201006/r590778_3778836.asx
 
Interesting time to be here to see this all happen.
At least it pushed General McChrystal off the front page, right?  Right?

Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Marsupial (and other) Undead

Yesterday we went on a bush walk and climbed Mount Majura. one of the mountains in Canberra. We came back down the mountain, realizing that we had little time to reach our car before it would be dark.   We then encountered something from another world, something we had been warned about but hadn't taken seriously.


And suddenly, there it was.  A foul demon...

The.......

WERE-ROO!
























I should also tell you here that we ran into his less dangerous colleague,
the WERE-BRUSHTAIL OPOSSUM, in Tasmania.























Geez, if it's not redback spiders and snakes, we have to deal
with undead marsupials as well...

Then there was THIS guy at the RSL Club on ANZAC Day...



















A moment later one of the vets at the RSL put a stake through his head - you don't want to be a zombie and disturb the serious drinking going on at the Returned and Services League (RSL) Club - think like the Veterans of Foreign Wars - on ANZAC Day.

More on Australian Zombies later.




Friday, June 18, 2010

And I say again - GAAAAAA!!!!!!

I got sent this at the office today; Australians delight in talking about how dangerous the country is.  It isn't really.  But then, you see this.....

Don't Mess with a Redback Spider!!

An office receptionist got the shock of her life earlier this week when she found a 70cm long snake entangled in the web of a deadly spider. Tania Robertson, a receptionist at an electrical firm, came in to work on Tuesday and spotted the sight next to a desk in her office. The snake, which had obviously died from the spider's poisonous bite, was off the ground and caught up in the web. 
Leon Lotz of the Arachnology Department at the National Museum said it was only the second time that he had heard of a snake getting caught in a spider's web. It is believed the snake got caught in the web on Monday night. But it did not take the spider long to bite it. A red mark on the snake's stomach was evidence of where the spider had started eating it. 

Throughout Tuesday, the spider checked on her prey, but on Wednesday she rolled it up and started spinning a web around it. She also kept lifting it higher off the ground, while continually snacking on it.






































Come to Australia , where our spiders eat our snakes !


Thursday, June 17, 2010

In Defense of Canberra - Bill Bryson Was Wrong (funny, but wrong)

First, a few facts on Canberra, courtesy of the plagiarist's dearest friend, Wikipedia:
 
(Click on images below for a larger version)


  







 


Canberra
From Wikipedia:

Canberra (pronounced /ˈkænb(ə)rə, ˈkænbɛrə/[3]) is the capital city of Australia. With a population of over 345,000, it is Australia's largest inland city and the eighth largest Australian city overall. The city is located at the northern end of the Australian Capital Territory, 280 km (170 mi) south-west of Sydney, and 660 km (410 mi) north-east of Melbourne.  The site of Canberra was selected for the location of the nation's capital in 1908 as a compromise between rivals Sydney and Melbourne, Australia's two largest cities. It is unusual among Australian cities, being an entirely planned city. Following an international contest for the city's design, a design by the Chicago architects Walter Burley Griffin and Marion Mahony Griffin was selected and construction commenced in 1913. The city's design was heavily influenced by the garden city movement and incorporates significant areas of natural vegetation that have earned Canberra the title "bush capital". Although the growth and development of Canberra were hindered by the World Wars and the Great Depression, it emerged as a thriving city after World War II.  As the seat of the government of Australia, Canberra is the site of Parliament House, the High Court of Australia and numerous government departments and agencies. It is also the location of many social and cultural institutions of national significance, such as the Australian War Memorial, National Gallery of Australia, National Museum of Australia and the National Library of Australia. The federal government contributes the largest percentage of Gross State Product and is the largest single employer in Canberra.

Demographics

As of 2006, the population of Canberra was 323,056 people.[141] The 2006 census showed that 1.2% of Canberra's population were of indigenous origin and 21.7% were born overseas.[142] The largest group of people born overseas came from English-speaking countries, led by the United Kingdom and then New Zealand.[142] Significant numbers of immigrants have also come from China, India and Vietnam. Recent immigrants have arrived from countries in East and South Asia.[142] Most locals are native speakers of English (81.1%); some have a second language, the most common being Mandarin, Italian, Vietnamese, Cantonese and Greek. These five languages are spoken by a total of 4.8% of the population.[142]
Canberrans are relatively young, highly mobile, and well educated. The median age is 34 years, and only 9.8% of the population is aged over 65 years.[141] Between 1996 and 2001, 61.9% of the population either moved to or from Canberra, which is the second highest mobility rate of any Australian capital city.[143]
As of May 2004, 30% of people in the ACT aged 15–64 had a level of educational attainment equal to at least a bachelor's degree, significantly higher that the national average of 19%.[144] Approximately 60% of Canberra residents describe themselves as Christian, the most common denominations being Catholic and Anglican; 6% of the population practice a non-Christian religion and 23% are not religious.[141]
As of 2002 the most common crimes in Canberra are property related crimes, unlawful entry with intent and motor vehicle theft. They affect 1,961 and 630 of every 100,000 persons respectively. Homicide and related offences—including murder, attempted murder, manslaughter and driving causing death—affect 1.5/100,000 persons, which is below the national average of 4.9/100,000. Rates of assault and sexual assault are also below the national average.[

Newsflash: Canberra is Not Boring (or maybe my standards are just lower)

If you haven't read any of travel writer Bill Bryson's books, you should.  One of his funniest is "In A Sunburned Country" about the continent down under which Australians either love or hate.  He has an iconic chapter on Canberra which describes it as a somewhat boring place in which one gets easily lost among the roundabouts, many parks, government buildings and an amazing array and variety of public sculptures and memorials which I can only describe as resulting from some city planner suffering from cognitive dissonance (he describes Canberra drivers in the suburbs as having an expression which seems to say "Where the **** is my house?").  But that's what the makes the city interesting - you find things juxtaposed in such a way that you HAVE to stop and think about what it was they were/are trying to say.  So it's never boring, as many people (mostly Australians) claim.  I recently sat next to a Sydney-sider of the upper class (or so she kept insinuating to me) on a plane who sniffed "Oh, it's full of all those public servants in their dirty jeans!".  Huh, I thought.  Canberrans have a level of educational attainment "equal to at least a bachelor's degree, significantly higher that the national average of 19%."

Here's a couple of Bryson's quotes on Canberra:

"In 1996 the prime minister, John Howard, caused a stir after his election by declining to live in Canberra. He would, he announced, continue to reside in Sydney and commute to Canberra as duties required. As you can imagine, this caused an uproar among Canberra's citizens, presumably because they hadn't thought of that themselves. What made this particularly interesting is that John Howard is by far the dullest man in Australia. Imagine a very committed funeral home director - someone whose burning ambition from the age of eleven was to be a funeral home director, whose proudest achievement in adulthood was to be elected president of the Queanbeyan and District Funeral Home Directors Association - then halve his personality and halve it again, and you have pretty well got John Howard. When a man as outstandingly colorless as John Howard turns his nose up at a place, you know it must be worth a look."

"I glanced at my watch, appalled to realize it was only ten minutes after ten, and ordered another beer, then picked up the notebook and pen and, after a minute's thought, wrote, "Canberra awfully boring place. Beer cold, though." Then I thought for a bit more and wrote, "Buy socks." . . . Then I decided to come up with a new slogan for Canberra. First I wrote, "Canberra -- There's Nothing to It!" and then "Canberra -- Why Wait for Death?""

The hotel that Bryson stayed at, The Rex, is still there, but they spiffed it up (maybe after he wrote about what a boring place it was) and the Canberra Visitor's Centre - where he encountered the same lame boostering video you encounter at EVERY city visitor center - is still just down the street.  Unfortunately if Bryson, who likes to walk everywhere (and Canberra is not really a walking city - too spread out) had bothered to walk another 5-6 blocks down the street he would have been in the city center, and would have found much more interesting fare.

There is a LOT to do here - it seems like they have a festival or street fair or national holiday every weekend - you just need to look for it.  And a lot of it is free or for minimal cost.  The city is beautiful - filled with parks and wildlife, fantastic museums, libraries, and art galleries.  You can ride your bike anywhere.  There is wildlife - especially beautiful parrots and flocks of white, yellow-crested cockatoos - everywhere.  Every neighborhood has its own set of shops and restaurants - and most are good.  The Asian food is first-rate and authentic.  The Australian National University is here and they have a wonderful National Film Archive - in fact I just went to a film festival yesterday specializing in films on indigenous subjects made by indigenous directors.  The archive is in a wonderful old Art Deco building that was originally where anatomy was studied.

I think Canberra gets a bum rap because people only come in for a weekend.  You have to be here for a while to discover all of the hidden places and events.  To be frank, we have discovered that Australians aren't very good about letting you  know the details about an event.  For example, the Queen's birthday is always a holiday.  The Royal Military College at Duntroon - think West Point and the Naval Academy combined - always has a parade in honor of the Queen.  We had a guest in town and wanted to go to it.  So we scanned the Canberra Times - both print and electronic - and could find no mention of it.  I searched the "What's On" site for Canberra - nothing.  I did multiple Google searches utilizing various keywords - nada.  I went to the RMC web page - no mention of a parade.  I finally just called the cadet duty officer, who said:

" Oh yes, there's a parade tomorrow, but nobody knows what time it is.  I think there were a couple of TV ads, though.  Here's another number to call."

It was the cell number to a Captain, who I think was at home.  He said pretty much the same thing the cadet said but after a few minutes, he came up with the time of 1030 and then added "I think  there will be plenty of seat availability." You think?

In any event, Canberra is NOT boring.  Frankly, I find Sydney (haven't been to Melbourne yet, so I reserve judgement) crowded, expensive, at times dangerous, and sometimes a little full of itself.  Beautiful city though.

After having started this post I discovered a website called "Insider Canberra" which echoes my opinion - it's written by a local women and has several good pages with information about Canberra.  What it boils down to is if you are a 20-something and into clubbing - then Canberra probably isn't for you.  If you are established, with a car, and are interested in more than hanging out in crowded, loud bar, then there is a lot to do.  Museums, the National Library, the lake (especially if you have a kayak, like we do), bikepaths, the zoo, the botanical garden, a nearby nature reserve, the old and new Parliaments (great tours and exhibits), great restaurants, a theater, it's all available.

So if anyone tells you it's boring here, then they need to do a little gut check as to what exactly it is they're looking for and why.  They're probably the same people who left the Jack Daniels and Coke cans I had to pick up in the parking lot at the top of Mount Ainslie this morning.


So here are a few photos of places in Canberra we've been.














The Old Parliament


















By universal acclaim, Debbie achieves her dream
of world domination...














Once a year the War Memorial puts on "Big Things In Store" -
where they open up their storage facility to the public.   Very cool.














This is what happens when Debbie gets an idea.

Actually, this us in our kayak on the lake by the Commonwealth Bridge
when a local radio station puts on "Skyfire" - a fireworks show on the bridge.
The lake banks and the waters in front of the bridge are very crowded with people and boats.














Debbie attempts an intervention with troubled teenage
kangaroos at Weston Park.


















This is a memorial to a large group of asylum seekers
who drowned when their boat sank off Indonesia.
Telstra Tower and Black Mountain behind.  Very controversial.






















I like to call this one "Which Indian were you talking about?"
This is outside a very cool antique store in Bungendore,
a little town southeast of Canberra.














How we park at the Direct Factory Outlet out by the airport.














The National Folk Festival 2010 at Canberra. A jam session by just regular folks.
Debbie volunteered (see below)



































Debbie spots a sleeping koala (see blob at top of tree) at
Tidbinbilla Wildlife Reserve, about 30 minutes west of Canberra.














NASA Deep Space Communication Station, Tidbinbilla.























The National Carillon - concerts every day!






















The National Library and a strange bronze sculpture out front called "Reconciliation."
I should have an entire page on Canberra public sculpture - there are some strange ones.
This one has little holes all over it and makes sounds.  Really.
My first impression was that there was a large animal loose in Canberra.
The Library has an excellent cafe, a great bookstore, and even a small museum exhibit space.  Always crowded at lunchtime.














Fyshwick Market, Canberra.  Great produce, meat, baked goods.














The Battle of the Coral Sea Memorial.  U.S. Ambassador laying a wreath
May 2010.



















The Memorial.
Behind it are the Russell Buildings, essentially the Australian Pentagon.
This memorial, paid for by individual donations by the Australian people,
was dedicated by Queen Elizabeth.  It remembers how during May 4-8 1942 the United States -
with the Australians - stopped a Japanese battlefleet coming south towards
Papua New Guinea to seize Port Moresby as a base threatening northern Australia.
It cost over 600 lives on our side. The Australians hold a service here every
May to remember what we did together.

The structure is affectionately known as "Bunny Ears" and "Chicken On A Stick."


















The National Museum - incredible collection of Aboriginal artifacts -
also the site of numerous film festivals.






















Telstra Tower on Black Mountain - very good restaurant in it
which defies the dictum that revolving restaurants serve crappy food.














Lake Burley Griffin and Commonwealth Bridge - from a balloon.
You can see the mountains which ring Canberra.






















Commonwealth Bridge and beyond Civic, where all the hot nightclubs are.

Well, a few, anyway.

















The Old Parliament and the New Parliament behind.
Both have great tours and great artwork and architecture.














Canberra at sundown from Telstra Tower's viewing deck.


















The Roll of Honour, at the War Memorial.  Those are poppies
people have placed by their ancestors' names.


















The War Memorial.  Great museum.  Must-see.














Having a beer post-ANZAC Day Parade at the Manuka RSL.
The guy on left is former British SAS; the guy on the right is a
former Marine Vietnam vet with two tours as a helicopter door-gunner.






















At the Canberra Cultural Festival.  I mean really, who knew?

This guy was also wearing red Converse sneakers.


















Some of the interesting street sculpture in the
pedestrian mall in Civic.


















Our neighborhood shops (partial view).
Every neighborhood has its own set of shops.














And then we have great neighbors - this is Kim, of Cliff and Kim, next door.
A major discussion of potential colors
for all the garage doors
in the neighborhood is underway.


















ANZAC Parade, bordered on both sides by memorials.
War Memorial at the end.


So, there'a a LOT to do in and around Canberra!  More on this later.