In an attempt to start the new year off right, Mark and I have donated some money to Doctors Without Borders to help out with the Tsunami relief effort. I urge you to do the same, there are so many organizations that are helping you can take your pick. I know CARE, OXFAM, and the Red Cross are involved. And if you need a selfish reason, the 31st is the last day to make a donation and write it off on this year's taxes (in the States anyway, I not sure what happens here). The devastation is so horrible, and unfortunately this is probably only the beginning of what is worse to follow in terms of disease and loss of income (many of the areas affected were largely dependent on tourism which is sure to lag for some time now).
In happier news, since we had a rental car until 5pm, we spent the day trying to keep Laika happy and took her first to the Yarra Bend Park to see some flying foxes, and then to the off-leash dog beach in Brighton, which must be the closest thing to Heaven she's experienced so far. The beach was perfect for the dogs, very wide low tide area with pretty much no beach to lay-out on, so perfect for the doggies without too much appeal to non-doggy folks. There were probably over fifty dogs there, which given the area didn't seem too crowded. Laika LOVED it!! It's a shame it's too far from home to take her more often.
This evening we're planning on cooking some chicken and corn on the BBQ and maybe walking down to the beach around midnight. Should be a very laid back new year's eve.

Happy Holidays! We're enjoying our time off together. Still, my thoughts today kept drifting over to S.E. Asia and the Tsunami. I can't even begin to get my head around the number of people they are estimating died. It's just too big a number to comprehend. And cholera is expected to be a real problem in the devastated areas. My heart goes out to all the victims and their families.

Took a nice trip today down the Mornington Peninsula, all the way to Sorrento and Portsea, and even beyond to the national park on Point Nepean. We went to the beach as well, and I went skimboarding for the first time in, oh, ten years or so. I can still jump on the thing but I seem to have forgotten what to do when I get the waves. Still, I managed to show up some ten year old kids.

Though there were signs for kangaroos and echidnas, the only real wildlife we saw were some Australasian Gannets, which are common there, but still a new sighting and pretty cool.

A neat catch on TV tonight; we caught the film adaptation of King Rat. I read the book, and never even realized they made a movie out of it, way back in 1965. And they did a really good job with it, too. It's set in Singapore (in a Japanese prisoner of war camp), though it obviously wasn't filmed in Singapore (there were mountains in the background).

We're planning a getaway for later in the week. We'll probably just rent a car and take a trip down the Mornington Peninsula towards the ocean. Today was actually cold here, but it's supposed to warm up.

Laika is slightly "touched". Really, she's a nutter. Every once in awhile, about once or twice a day, she gets a bit crazy and just decides to bite us. It's relatively gentle biting usually in the form of ankle nibbles or hand chews and generally inspired by play or good petting. It's hilarious, but still a bit worrying. I've never known a dog that did this before. She's like a cat, that lashes out when they are most enjoying a pat. Crazy dingo.

Happy Holidays! We had a very low-key Christmas at home with the dog this year. It was nice to miss the hustle of traveling this year and instead just make gluttons of ourselves at home. We gorged ourselves on perogies on Christmas eve, and then on turkey, mashed potatoes, candied sweet potatoes, Waldorf salad, stuffing, and mixed green salad on Christmas Day. Plus munching on the cookies and muffins we baked, and chocolates brought into the house for the holidays.
We also managed to go to the beach with Laika as the weather was pretty nice. Then we came home and made Margaritas. Overall it was a really nice Christmas.
I hope all our friends and family have/had an equally relaxing and enjoyable holiday!

Memories. Check out the top 100 toys of the 70s or thereabouts. I (or a friend) had 97, 95, 93, 90, 86, 83, 81, 79, 74, 71, 70, 69, 68, 64, 62, 61, 58, 57, 56, 54, 48, 47, 46, 44, 41, 38, 36, 35, 28, 23, 19, 10, 8, 7, and, uh, 1, I guess.

46 (Ricochet Racers) was my favorite, and I had totally forgotten about it for the last thirty years.

The year in music. Another year without me devouring any albums in particular. The problem this time wasn't the location (Singapore was a musical wasteland) but rather the lack of a car. I just don't listen to music that much without one. I could take a CD player on the tram but I find it cumbersome to carry them around. And MP3 players are still too labour intensive to load up. Around the house I never sit idle long enough to concentrate on the music. There's nothing like a car CD player for music enjoyment.

I did hear some good albums this year from Tom Waits, Jet, the Shins, Ron Sexsmith, Franz Ferdinand, the Finn Brothers, PJ Harvey, Modest Mouse, Sam Phillips, and Keane. But I haven't really fully digested any of them.

I do have an opinion on the Song of the Year -- Jet's "Look What You've Done". It's like a lost Beatles track. I just learned it on guitar today and it has sweet little chord structure to boot. Marjorie likes it too, but we're both of the opinion that the song needs just one more idea in it for it to have become a true classic. Jet is a young band though, and definitely going places. They hail from right here in Melbourne, so I'm looking forward to catching these guys live.

One more thing I'm excited about -- My Eagles are 13 and 1! Too bad their star receiver is injured and probably out for the season. Typical.

Five things I'm excited about:

1. We have tickets to see The Polyphonic Spree at the Forum and the Shins at the Corner Hotel.

2. As Marjorie pointed out, we found the necessary centerpiece for my traditional Christmas eve dinner -- pierogies. It won't be the same without my grandmother cooking them, though. We also have a turkey for Christmas.

3. On Christmas Eve the Cassini probe we sent to Saturn will start the process of dropping a probe onto Saturn's moon Titan. This may be the last, best chance to see anything like this in my lifetime.

4. Books, books, books. I had forgotten how many I had. I'm trying to simultaneously re-read Catch-22, Beatlesongs, and The Winter Of Our Discontent.

5. Some time off. Since the office is moving, tomorrow is the last day I can work until at least the 4th of January. Which kind of sucks while I'm contracting, but it is still time off.

Ten dog behaviours of Laika, the dog:

1. Playing with her new squeaky toy. The first toy we ever got her that hasn't been killed within a day. We're guessing it's because it squeaks when she bites too hard. She's taken to whimpering while she plays with it, which we can't figure out.

2. Sleeping with four legs in the air.

3. Sneaking off to sleep on the guest bed.

4. Running her face through high weeds.

5. Sitting down when another dog tries to sniff her butt.

6. Hiding from the vacuum cleaner. Every dog does this, but we're happy to know she's normal.

7. Yelping at puppies, especially when two are fighting each other. It gets her really excited but she doesn't know how to express it.

8. Chewing on sticks. If she finds a piece that's three or four inches long, she will eat it.

9. Trying to get you to play tug-of-war with the leash if she's not ready to leave the park yet.

10. Jumping up and down whenever Marjorie or I head for the front door, if she hasn't been to the park in the last two hours. I think she thinks that we don't ever take her unless she shows enough enthusiasm.

Corporate shill. A new list of products I endorse:

Braun electric razors. I used the same one for over a decade back in the States. I had to give it up to come overseas, and used some other brand in Singapore. Now I have me a brand new Braun and will never use anything else.

Jock's Ice Cream (83 Victoria Ave, Albert Park). The ice-cream place around the corner from us. It's really, really good, and dangerous to have so close. For something different, try the coconut-lime.

Redken Rough Paste. Yeah, it's hair product. But it works so much better than any spray, mousse, gel, or wax I've tried. Redken Rough Paste. Ask for it by name.

The Eclipse IDE. No IDE has been able to tempt me to stop using just an editor to develop, until now. I've been using this to develop Java at my new job, and I won't go back. It even makes CVS workable.

Team America: World Police. Parker and Stone's message is starting to get a little tiresome, but this is still a really funny movie.

New Aussieisms that I've noticed:

"How did you pull up?" Basically, "How did you feel afterwards/the next morning?" Used when inquiring about the after-effects of a night of drinking or strenuous activity. Quite common.

"How good is that?" "Isn't that great?" Quite common as well.

"You should call in." "You should come by." Actually, this may be more Irish than Aussie.

"Chockas" Chock-full of things, people, or events. As in, "We tried to get lunch at the restaurant on the corner but the place was totally chockas." I had never noticed before, but this is rather common as well.

I've started to blog several times in the past week, then for some reason couldn't get into it. So now I'm just going to force it out, to clear out my blotter, so to speak. Don't say I didn't warn you.

I just received my official letter of offer for my job. The most beautiful thing in it is the leave entitlements: I'm entitled to 4 weeks of recreation leave per year, and 3 weeks Sick Leave (after 5 days I would have to bring a medical cerificate). After 10 years of continuous service within the organization I will be entitled to 3 months paid long service leave. This is all standard in work contracts here in Australia. What a beautiful thing!

Our things are indeed here, and amazingly, in two years of storage and three months of transport, nothing was broken. In three days we've managed to unpack most of it, and our house is starting to look like a home. Finally. I'm especially excited about having my xmas ornaments and stocking here. It wouldn't feel like Christmas without them. In the same vein, Mark was very pleased that we could find perogies (at the super IGA) to make for xmas eve dinner to continue one of his family traditions.
Laika is surprisingly unfazed by all the new stuff, beyond being a little peeved that she isn't allowed on the couch or the newest bed. She's currently most fascinated with this caterpiller squeaking toy I bought for her. She carries it very gently in her mouth everywhere she goes. I expect her to kill/destroy it at any moment now as her toys usually don't last for long. It's amazing to me how attached Mark and I have become to her in such a short time. She's our baby, and practically runs our lives now. She's a charming little girl.

Stuff! Our things have arrived. Wheee!!!!

We've been living basically out of a suitcase for two years while all our worldly possessions have sat collecting dust in storage for the last two years. Hence, unpacking is a trip down memory lane, and our house is instantly more homey.

I'm currently most excited about: THE COUCH, my books, kitchenwares, Marjorie's guitar, my leather jacket, other clothes, and the extra bed. Christmas has come early.

Spree. Purchases made this past Friday/Saturday/Sunday:

Computer desk

Six kitchen chairs

Buffet cabinet

Vacuum cleaner

Tall bathroom cabinet

Saw

Two screwdrivers

Shoe rack

Microwave

Light bulbs

Brita filter

Barbecue

Can of spray paint

Several bunches of coat hangers

Two basil plants

Shelves

Subaru Forester (okay, we only rented that)

Bottle of Cointreau

Bottle of Cuervo

Finally, I have a job offer. And, of course, it came on a week when I had two other interviews lined up after weeks of nothing. Why is life seemingly always feast or famine? Anyway, a job offer. And relatively close to home, I'll easily be able to get there on public transport so there is no immediate need for us to buy a car which is a huge financial relief. Who knows, we may hold out on the car for another 6 months or so. If we only need a car on the weekends it's cheaper to rent.
So, I'll be working with all types of people accessing disability services, aged 6 to death. Should be interesting, I'm used to the little ones so it will certainly be a change. And there should be lots of opportunity for professional growth. What I really want out of job is intellectual stimulation and learning opportunities, and I should have an abundance over the next few months as this position is fairly dynamic and everything will be totally new to me.
Hurray, a job!! Now we can buy a vacuum cleaner! (how sad am I to be excited about this?)
In other news, hopefully our things will arrive at our house next week. Things are definitely looking up.

One genius, two genius. Marjorie and I had a dinner table discussion the other day about musical genius in regards to bands. More specifically, which bands are based around one genius, and which have more than one? I guess what we were really talking about was songwriting genius more than the ability to play an instrument. We broke things up into categories, and had a lively little discussion. However, the opinions expressed here are mine, not hers. Solo artists can obviously only be single geniuses, and are not listed here.

Two geniuses. The rare confluence of talent that happens only once or twice in a lifetime. Only two bands here:

The Beatles

The Clash

Two near geniuses that add up to more than one genius. Sometimes people can only achieve their best through working with others. This is not to damn these people with faint praise; genius is not a word to be thrown around lightly, and these each add up to more than one.

The Rolling Stones

REM

The Smiths

U2 (actually, a sum total of more than two, I suppose)

One genius, one wannabe genius. Often times a genius will inspire another in the band to better things than they would otherwise achieve, but at the end of the day, there is only one:

The Pixies

Crowded House

XTC

One genius.

Nirvana

The Who (lots of instrumental genius here though)

The White Stripes

Radiohead

Weezer

Many others

Your mileage may, of course, vary. Afterward we had a ton of fun taking turns playing DJ while goofing around with the dog.

My three favorite job titles here in Australia:

"Spruiker" -- a salesperson who addresses passing members of the public from the door of a store, bar, or other establishment.

"Stevedore" -- One who is employed in the loading or unloading of ships.

"Removalist" -- Our office is moving to a new location, and the people that are going to clear out our office have this title. That'd be a cool job title to have.

Spring is gone. Literally. I found out today that Australians mark summer as starting the first of December, basing it not on astronomy, but on the months. Strange to me, but when I explained to my cow orkers that summer starts on the 21st for us, their response was "What? Why?".

So now it is officially no longer spring here. On cue, it rained for most of the day.

Our things have apparently finally arrived in Port Melbourne today. However, we shouldn't expect them to be delivered to our house until the week commencing December 13. I'm glad the stuff is here, but I'm more then a little bitter that delivery will take place a full month later than we initially expected.
In other news we saw PJ Harvey last night at Festival Hall in North Melbourne. The venue sucked, strange lighting, not very good sound, but PJ sounded good. Overall, I was a bit disappointed. I was really hoping for a bit more interaction with the audience and maybe an encore duet with Nick Cave (he lives here in Melbourne). Still, Polly Jean's so cool and her voice is amazing.

Spring has sprung, it seems. About time, too, as it's three weeks until summer. With the heat has come the mosquitos (aka mozzies, which seem to love me as much as North American and Asian mosquitoes) and flies. But the weather is still very nice, and there are lots of outdoor cafes and restaurants.

On Saturday we went to a housewarming party/barbecue for one of my cow orkers, on the rooftop deck of her new townhouse. It was beautiful and clear and the full moon made an appearance late. Fun bunch of folks I work with.

Sunday we saw Garden State, which was first-rate.

Tomorrow night, PJ Harvey.

We saw the Finn Brothers last night at the Palais in St. Kilda. It was an excellent show made better because of the brothers' obvious affinity to Melbourne (they both lived here for some time) and to the Palais (where Neil made his live debut with Split Enzs). There was a guest appearance by Paul Hester, former drummer of Crowded House. And towards the end of the show, Neil and Tim were joined onstage by Neil's sons Liam (of Betchadupa) and Elroy, which was very sweet. Most of the set list was material from the new album Everyone is Here, but they also played several from their Crowded House and Split Enzs days including:
Six months In a Leaky Boat
Message to My Girl
I Got You
I See Red
a brief rendition of What's The Matter With You
Dirty Creature
Four Seasons in One Day (which they had to play as the song is in part about Melbourne Weather)
Better Be Home Soon
It's Only Natural
Weather With You
There Goes God
Great show. I'm really glad we went. Hopefully P.J. Harvey will be as excellent next week.

Tonight we are going to Thanksgiving dinner with an American couple we've befriended in our neighbourhood. Should be quite yummy.

Elvis Costello is playing up the road right now, and somehow, I'm not there. It wasn't in the cards this time.

Tomorrow, though, we're off to see the Finn brothers. Front row!

This Thursday, we're invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at the home of some Americans we met. I'm excited. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, or at least my favorite meal.

Then, next week, we have good seats again for PJ Harvey. There are advantages to living in a country that doesn't have the internet saturation of the USA -- you can score good concert tickets if you're among the savvy.

Comparing countries. I made a couple of graphs, just out of curiousity, with a little help from NCES's Create A Graph.

First, here's a comparison of Australia, the USA, and China, in terms of area. Pretty close, yes?

Now, see the graph comparing their population.

The point? I have none. I just think it's interesting.

Book roundup. Recent reads:

Call Of The Wild/White Fang (Jack London). I've read a lot of London, but somehow, never these books. Now that I have a dog I figured it was about time. Good stuff. London knows his dogs.

Great Expectations (Charles Dickens). I'm reading this for historical reasons. Recently I came across a couple of separate references to this novel which refer to it as a cultural phenomenon of its time. Pretty much the whole world, it seems, was reading it when it came out, serialized in a magazine. So I thought I would too.

Singularity Sky (Charles Stross). Science fiction candy. The guy obviously reads Slashdot. Some seriously crazy technical references, not dumbed down. Still, his short stories are better.

Titan (Stephen Baxter). Timely reading. Written in 1997, the story begins with the Cassini/Huygens probe -- which lands a month and a half from now -- finding evidence of life on Saturn's moon Titan.

Odd goings-on at the local Borders. Browsing in the bookstore this evening, I came across a ball-point pen that someone had left on a shelf -- not a skinny, cheap one, but a big fat nice one. I picked it up, and hit the button to push out the tip -- and promptly got shocked. What the...?

Why? What purpose could it serve? My immediate (and far too overdramatic) thought was that it some sort of spy pen, like the briefcase that shoots poison gas at you if you open it wrong. Then I thought, maybe it's a self-defense device, like pepper spray.

Of course, like the dumber maze rat, I had to get shocked a second time before I learned.

An internet search cleared up the mystery; it's just a novelty.

I just hope I wasn't being filmed.

Resuming my job as a cultural ambassador, today I tried a famous Australian "delicacy". Composed of yeast and sea salt, vegemite is typically spread on toast at brekkie. The cafe at work has little packaged individual servings of it (surprisingly to me, made by Kraft). Taking the advice of the Aussies I work with, I spread a very thin amount on my English Muffin. It has the appearance and consistency of gunky axle grease.

Americans notoriously react negatively to it. I thought I might be different; yeast and salt don't sound like a bad combination to me.

I have to say though. Ick.

The other night I proofread fifteen OCR'ed pages of an old book about the influence of ancient Greece on modern times. Why? For Project Gutenberg, a project (started well before the internet) to make publicly available books of interest that are in the public domain. Most of the books had copyrights that expired, or were old enough that they were never copyrighted. Check out some of the amazing books that are available for you to browse or download.

I'm very depressed. We just found out that we should expect to wait another two weeks for our things to arrive. They are already overdue. We were told the move would take 45-65 days, now it looks like it will be 85 days. I believe this is breach of contract, but since they still have our things I'm reluctant to complain (yet).
We are so sick of not having anything. Camping at home was old a month ago, now it's becomming unbearable. And we have a good 15-20 days left.

Music. I think I've mentioned here a few times my plan to have a home music server where I would just start downloading everything, without even considering the quality. There'd be a lot I would never listen to -- but, so? Memory is relatively cheap; I think the tendency to be discriminating is merely a holdover from a time where a large number of albums would require lots of money and space.

Well, here's a story about a guy who's trying to do it. His goals are, at least on the surface, more noble; he claims to be an archivist. Interesting, though.

It's funny, 'cuz it's true. Today's Overboard. 2.4 seconds is maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but this morning Laika wolfed her bowl of food in under 30 seconds.

The comics I keep thinking about in relation to her, though, are a series of classic Far Sides. It's obvious that Gary Larson knows his dogs:

1. The one with the two dogs watching their food being prepared, with big smiles. The one dog says to the other, "Oh boy, it's dog food again!"

2. The one where the dog is picking up another dog for a date, and he says to her, "You look lovely tonight, Alice -- and whatever you rolled in sure does stink."

3. The one where the dog is riding in the car, and you can see that outside a nuclear bomb has gone off, and people are running around screaming in terror. The dog, though, is looking at another dog, who's just sitting there on the sidewalk. The caption reads, "Suddenly, Sparky saw something that interested her."

It's Friday evening here, and pretty nice out. We're sitting out in the backyard now because it's supposed to be rainy and cold again this weekend. Phoo. We just cooked up an awesome Mexican meal of soft tacos and beans, with Coronas on the side. Marjorie is reading over my shoulder and the dog is sitting next to me chewing noisily on a piece of bone.

Our stuff is supposed to arrive in port on the 17th, and then spend God knows how long in quarantine. But soon. We simply CANNOT WAIT.

We did get a box of groceries that Marjorie mailed from the states. Customs confiscated some of the stuff, like the black bean mix (because, apparently, it had chicken in it) and a Sante Fe rice mix, presumably because of the corn. They are seriously uptight about agricultural imports here.

The IOCCC winners have been posted; mine is under "schnitzi". Ah, the sweet buzz of fame. Actually, I haven't even shown it to anyone at work.

No chance to see the aurora last night. Actually, the sky was clear and blue in the morning when I woke up, so I missed my chance, I think.

It struck me earlier today how much the "Woy-yoy-yo"s in Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" sound like the theme song to The Banana Splits. Coincidence? Conspiracy?

There's a chance that I'll be able to see something tonight that's on my Life List of Things To See. Heavy sunspot activity means that the aurora australis (a.k.a. the southern lights) should be visible from here tonight. If the weather cooperates, which it isn't. Bummer.

This is really interesting to me:

Democrats
* Richard Gephardt: Air National Guard, 1965-71.
* David Bonior: Staff Sgt., Air Force 1968-72.
* Tom Daschle: 1st Lt., Air Force SAC 1969-72.
* Al Gore: enlisted Aug. 1969; sent to Vietnam Jan. 1971 as an army journalist in 20th Engineer Brigade.
* Bob Kerrey: Lt. j.g. Navy 1966-69; Medal of Honor, Vietnam.
* Daniel Inouye: Army 1943-47; Medal of Honor, WWII.
* John Kerry: Lt., Navy 1966-70; Silver Star, Bronze Star with CombatV, Purple Hearts.
* Charles Rangel: Staff Sgt., Army 1948-52; Bronze Star, Korea.
* Max Cleland: Captain, Army 1965-68; Silver Star & Bronze Star, Vietnam.
* Ted Kennedy: Army, 1951-53.
* Tom Harkin: Lt., Navy, 1962-67; Naval Reserve, 1968-74.
* Jack Reed: Army Ranger, 1971-1979; Captain, Army Reserve 1979-91.
* Fritz Hollings: Army officer in WWII; Bronze Star and seven campaign ribbons.
* Leonard Boswell: Lt. Col., Army 1956-76; Vietnam, DFCs, Bronze Stars, and Soldier's Medal.
* Pete Peterson: Air Force Captain, POW. Purple Heart, Silver Star and Legion of Merit.
* Mike Thompson: Staff sergeant, 173rd Airborne, Purple Heart.
* Bill McBride: Candidate for Fla. Governor. Marine in Vietnam; Bronze Star with Combat V.
* Gray Davis: Army Captain in Vietnam, Bronze Star.
* Pete Stark: Air Force 1955-57
* Chuck Robb: Marine, served in Vietnam
* Howell Heflin: Silver Star
* George McGovern: Silver Star & DFC during WWII.
* Bill Clinton: Did not serve. Student deferments. Entered draft but received #311.
* Jimmy Carter: Seven years in the Navy.
* Walter Mondale: Army 1951-1953
* John Glenn: WWII and Korea; six DFCs and Air Medal with 18 Clusters.
* Tom Lantos: Served in Hungarian underground in WWII. Saved by Raoul Wallenberg.

Republicans
* Dick Cheney: did not serve. Several deferments, the last by marriage.
* Dennis Hastert: did not serve.
* Tom Delay: did not serve.
* Roy Blunt: did not serve.
* Bill Frist: did not serve.
* Mitch McConnell: did not serve.
* Rick Santorum: did not serve.
* Trent Lott: did not serve.
* John Ashcroft: did not serve. Seven deferments to teach business.
* Jeb Bush: did not serve.
* Karl Rove: did not serve.
* Saxby Chambliss: did not serve. "Bad knee." The man who questioned Max Cleland's patriotism.
* Paul Wolfowitz: did not serve.
* Vin Weber: did not serve.
* Richard Perle: did not serve.
* Douglas Feith: did not serve.
* Eliot Abrams: did not serve.
* Richard Shelby: did not serve.
* Jon! Kyl: did not serve.
* Tim Hutchison: did not serve.
* Christopher Cox: did! not serve.
* Newt Gingrich: did not serve.
* Don Rumsfeld: served in Navy (1954-57) as flight instructor.
* George W. Bush: failed to complete his six-year National Guard; got assigned to Alabama so he could campaign for family friend running for U.S. Senate; failed to show up for required medical exam, disappeared from duty; campaign workers and guardsman alike claim never to have seen him in Alabama.
* Ronald Reagan: due to poor eyesight, served in a non-combat role making movies.
* B-1 Bob Dornan: Consciously enlisted after fighting was over in Korea.
* Phil Gramm: did not serve.
* John McCain: Silver Star, Bronze Star, Legion of Merit, Purple Heart and Distinguished Flying Cross.
* Dana Rohrabacher: did not serve.
* John M. McHugh: did not serve.
* JC Watts: did not serve.
* Jack Kemp: did not serve. "Knee problem," although continued in NFL for 8 years.
* Dan Quayle: Journalism unit of the Indiana National Guard.
* Rudy Giuliani: did not serve.
* George Pataki: did not serve.
* Spencer Abraham: did not serve.
* John Engler: did not serve.
* Lindsey Graham: National Guard lawyer.
* Arnold Schwarzenegger: AWOL from Austrian army base.

Pundits & Preachers
* Sean Hannity: did not serve.
* Rush Limbaugh: did not serve (4-F with a 'pilonidal cyst.')
* Bill O'Reilly: did not serve.
* Michael Savage: did not serve.
* George Will: did not serve.
* Chris Matthews: did not serve.
* Paul Gigot: d id not serve.
* Bill Bennett: did not serve.
* Pat Buchanan: did not serve.
* John Wayne: did not serve.
* Bill Kristol: did not serve.
* Kenneth Starr: did not serve.
* Antonin Scalia: did not serve.
* Clarence Thomas: did not serve.
* Ralph Reed: did not serve.
* Michael Medved: did not serve.
* Charlie Daniels: did not serve.

I found this on Tom's blog, and don't really know how accurate it is, but it seems to match up with what I already knew.
BTW: Where is Colin Powell? Has he been heard from at all in the last several months. He seemed amazingly absent from the campaign. I suspect his conscience has kept him away.

Mall rats. Today we took a train a good ways out of town just to go to a mall. Marjorie convinced me by showing me on their website that they had a Wendy's, my favorite fast food. It turned out to be really quite a huge mall, and we had big stupid grins on our faces as we arrived, which we attribute to our being American. There's something fundamental in the American psyche that requires an occasional mall visit, and it's been years for me.

It turns out that the Wendy's was an ice cream store. Phooey. The excitement of being in a mall wore off rather quickly, in fact.

In the Borders there, though, I finally found a copy of the November issue of Dr. Dobbs Journal in which I am mentioned on page 16 for the IOCCC thing. Aw yeah.

Wow. How depressing. Well, I think we're here (in Australia) to stay now. It's a lovely country, and we have a guest room.

Could today be more nerve-racking? I'm feeling cautiously optimistic. Go Kerry go!

Cup day. Today is an officially sanctioned holiday here in Melbourne -- Melbourne Cup Day. Perhaps the only holiday anywhere that's based around a sporting event? Lots of big hats on the tram. I went in to work thinking there'd at least be some skeleton crew there, but there was nobody. So I left. Time to go play!

Bottom line. Our president has taken us from peace to war, and from surplus to deficit. He took a worldwide expression of good feeling towards the US (following 9/11) and squandered it completely. Not to mention that 1000 US soldiers are dead for a wrongly justified and poorly planned war for which no wrongdoing has ever been admitted and that has only replaced despotism with chaos.

I understand the lines are long, but take a book with you if you have to, and vote!

Two things I haven't seen in years, that I just saw:

A rainbow, on our way home from the dog park. Then, half an hour later --

Hail.

The Good Life: Today was beautiful; high of around 30 degrees Celsius (around 85 F). We took the dingo to the beach so she could roll in smelly low-tide debris, and run around like mad with other dogs. I'm so pleased that she is the type of dog that gets on well with other dogs. Nobody likes the mean dog. She's so happy at the beach, it's contagious. She doesn't swim so much as romp in the water. Mark says she's doing the butterfly stroke.
We're loving Melbourne. It's no secret that I was not terribly happy in Singapore, but Melbourne is about as perfect as a city could be. No mystery it's been voted the most livable city in the world. And I suspect I'll be employed by the end of November.

Move your bloomin' arse! For once, the weather was crappy leading up to the weekend, then turned beautiful: not the other way around. We just went city exploring, like we hadn't done in a long while. Me in shorts.

Late in the afternoon, we headed back to a bar just across from Flinders Street station, which is in the very heart of town, to watch people come back from the races. It's great stuff, and we can't wait to do it up ourselves next year when we have more disposable income. It's rather like Ascot opening day in My Fair Lady, except that everyone is like Eliza instead of the snobby rich people. Ladies in fancy dress and big hats with feathers; men in suits or tuxes; everyone drinking a lot. Monday (and maybe Tuesday, I haven't quite figured it out) is a work holiday here in Melbourne, just for the Melbourne Cup, which all the other races have been leading up to. Of course, being paid hourly, there's no real motivation for me to take a holiday.

Marjorie had an interview the other day that sounds like it went really well. We'll keep our fingers crossed. That'll be a good one to check off the list.

Happy birthday, Mom!

The dog continues to provide comic relief. Now she's taken to attacking her tail. Not chasing it, but actually catching it.

I'm fascinated by the race of hobbit people that have been unearthed. I'm sure the scientists are cringing about them being called "hobbits" everywhere. The significance of this find can't be overstated. I mean, the reason you've heard about neanderthals is because they used to be considered our nearest neighbor in the evolutionary tree. Now we have a new closest relative. Wild stuff.

Everyone seems to know a list of celebrities that they share a birthday with. More interesting to me is the list of people who were born the same year as me. I came across just a list. A few of the notables:

Troy Aikman - Rick Astley - Stephen Baldwin - Halle Berry - Edie Brickell - Jeff Buckley - Cindy Crawford - John Daly - Stefan Edberg - Jon Favreau - Ben Folds - Samantha Fox - C. Thomas Howell - Janet Jackson - Paula Jones - Sinead O'Connor - Luke Perry - Andy Richter - Chris Robinson - David Schwimmer - Matthew Sweet - Mike Tyson.

What a graduating class that would be.

When I was a kid I remember occasional visits to relatives where, after dinner, I would be made to sit at the dinner table while the adults talked, when what I really, really wanted to do was to go play. How could these adults want to just sit here and talk? There's all these great toys, right over there!

That, I think, is what the life of a dog is like. In my efforts to empathise with the new dog, that's the example that keeps coming back into my head. There is nothing she wants more than to be out on walkies. Her tail starts wagging every time one of us walks in the direction of the front door.

But, too often, she's stuck at the dinner table while the grownups talk. She's definitely settling in, and has already learned to manipulate us with sad looks, especially when she thinks she's about to be left alone. She's also testing her limits a bit at the dog park and the beach, not coming when she's called. She's a very silly girl, though, and is continually providing us comic relief.

Look Ma, no cord! With the help of a downloaded patch, our wireless internet connection now works, and I'm blogging from bed. Sweet!

We tried a new Mexican restaurant tonight, Los Amates in Fitzroy, as part of the monthly Dems Abroad meeting. It was just okay. We think the problem may be getting the necessary ingredients imported into a country with very tight agricultural import restrictions. Poblano peppers just do not exist here.

I really don't understand how Bush is still doing so well in the polls. It seems so obvious to anyone paying attention, Democrats and Republicans alike, that this man is the worst president our country has ever seen. It's mystifying to me. Are that many Americans really that stupid? I just keep hoping that on November 2 America proves the pollers wrong and elects Kerry in a landslide victory.
Oh, and if you haven't seen the video from Jon Stewart on Crossfire you owe it to yourself to check it out. Jon Stewart's on my hero list this week.

Fight the liberals! On another blog I commented that for the next election a foundation should be started to collect money from conservatives in the US to "help fight the Liberals in Australia!" (the Liberal party here actually being the conservatives). So he took the idea and ran with it. Too funny.

Atlanta, 1996. The Olympics are in town. At a neighborhood restaurant I end up dining at the next table over from Pierre Salinger. This is a year before his ignominious exit from ABC news.

I remember thinking, wow, those are some eyebrows.

I mention it only because I only rarely have brushes with greatness and now it seems he has died.

Laika Update: She's settling in well to her life here. Our afternoon routine usually consists of going to the off-leash dog park where she can run around like mad with the other dogs. She already has more friends here than we do, and it's very nice to see that she gets along well with other dogs. Today we went to the off leash beach where we ran into one of her park buddies and she was able to run like mad on the beach and in the water (definitely a waterbaby), and eat lots of disgusting things like starfish.
She's a funny girl, and she's fairly well behaved. We just need to work on a few things.

In other news, I'm looking hard for a job. Hopefully I'll get an interview soon. And we both really like Melbourne. I think once we get settled in, with two jobs and furniture, we'll be really content.

I love articles like this: Endangered species: US programmers. To quote in part:

Since the dotcom bust in 2000-2001, nearly a quarter of California technology workers have taken nontech jobs, according to a study of 1 million workers released last week by Sphere Institute, a San Francisco Bay Area public policy group. The jobs they took often paid less.

What they don't realize is that the quarter of the programmers they said were forced to take other jobs were the quarter who didn't belong there in the first place. The business was overrun by people from other fields who had no business or aptitude for the subject, but just wanted their piece of the pie in the dotcom boom. At my old job we rejected hundreds if not thousands of applicants.

Anyway, I really do love articles like that, because they tend to discourage other career opportunists. And as for offshoring, I know a lot of companies that have tried it once, but not many that have tried it twice.

My job here seems to be going exceedingly well, all in all. It's a good bunch of people, and they seem to be really happy with the work I'm doing. I've gotten my groove back, and have also discovered the key to happiness at work, for me: stop screwing around on the net. I've had jobs in the past with free reign to surf at will, and it's a dangerous lure. Without it I'm considerably more productive, and more content as a result.

This new work philosophy comes at a price, though; in idle moments where formerly I would wander out on the web, I now take to biting my nails. It got bad for a while, but I'm stepping up the battle -- I mark up my hangnails with a ballpoint pen so I don't bite them, and have even taken to covering them with band-aids.

Speed. Hoorah! Just got our DSL connection going. The hardware was delivered this morning, and Marjorie got it set up all by herself (almost). Speed is good. We also got the wireless modem, but are just wired in at the moment. Will try to get the wireless working tomorrow, which will be nice.

Yesterday at the dog park Laika noticed for the first time a metal statue of a dog that sits off to one side. It was hilarious -- she started by barking at it, then circling around it growling with her teeth bared and hackles raised. She was totally freaked out by it.

We're getting to know everyone who goes to the dog park regularly. The people we talk to, but no one knows each other's names, just the names of everyone else's dogs. Funny how that works.

Geek alert. I was reading in a book that the late great physicist Richard Feynman once invented a computer science algorithm for computing logarithms that's still being used. While I can hardly hope to match his brilliance in just about any area, it did remind me of an algorithm I came up with, way back in high school I think, that (as far as I know) is mine (although it's probably been invented independently a number of times). I doubt it's of any serious significance but I like it just the same. So here it is.

I was writing a routine to compute the average of a big list of numbers. The typical way you do it is to just sum the numbers, and divide by the size of your list, like this:


sum <-- 0;
for i <- 1 to n
sum <-- sum + number[i];
average = sum / n;


This routine didn't work for me, because I noticed that sum kept overflowing. But I realized that if you compute the average as you go along, you don't need to keep the the running sum, because sum is always going to be equal to average*i, where i is the number of items you've processed so far. So you can compute a new average by using that as your sum, adding the new number, and dividing by the new count of items, like this:


average <-- 0;
for i <-- 1 to n
average <-- ( average*(i-1) + number[i] ) / i;


But here average*(i-1) can just as easily overflow as the running sum we kept in the first example. However, at this point you can just manipulate the algebra terms so that no big multiplication needs to take place:


average <-- 0;
for i <-- 1 to n
average <-- average - average/i + number[i]/i;


So there you go -- an averaging routine that can compute the average of just about as many numbers as you want without overflowing. I've actually used this in real applications before.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled dog stories.

More language. Some other differences:

Entrée -- here, it means "appetizer" as opposed to main course. This is actually truer to the French meaning, I think.

Reckon, as "I reckon it's dinner time" -- actually this means the same thing back in the states, but it's considered more of a redneck term there. Here, everyone uses it. Except me; I can't bring myself to.

Fillet or filet -- this means the same thing too, but they pronounce it "fill-it" here, instead of "fil-ay".

Slab of beer -- means, a case of beer. I like this.

I also like the official country cheer at sporting events. America's is just "U.S.A.! U.S.A.!" which generally gets derisive laughs from other country's fans for its simple-mindedness. But Australia's is just so silly that it practically makes fun of itself: "Aussie Aussie Aussie! Oy Oy Oy!"

The dingo ate my sunglasses. Laika did that yesterday when she was left alone in the house for an hour when I returned our rental car. She also has a tendency to nip at hands and sleeves when she's overexcited. But in general she's a good girl. She's walking fairly well on her leash with the help of her "halti" a mouth harness that works like a choker chain, but more humanely and more effectively. She's funny too. She likes to attack her leash when she's excited on walkies, and in an attempt to remove her halti (which she hates) she's turned more than one somersault in the grass. Inside she has a fondness for flipping her bed over and pulling it to other parts of the room. She's not perfect, but she's got the potential to be a very good dog.
In other news: I found both Kasari cheese and salt bagels here recently. Two items I love but couldn't find in Singapore. Now I just need a job.

"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." (Groucho Marx)

Laika had her first trip into the Albert Park Library today. Yes, into. I tied her up outside -- her first time being left like this -- and went in to get something to read. I was well inside when she broke her leash and came bounding into the library after me. Apparently she has some abandonment issues.

She's a funny girl. She keeps grabbing the side of her bed and dragging it and flipping it over, or sometimes just holding it, or thrashing it around.

All in all, though, not many behavior issues. She nips at you if she's excited by play, and pulls a little on the leash, but for a pound dog, if those are the only problems, that's pretty good. Even those problems should be fixed with the help of obedience class in a few weeks.

Laika came home today. She's two years old (almost) and was surrendered to the pound because her last people had young children and apparently not enough time or patience for her. She's a little unsure of herself here, but she's becoming more confident. We're a little freaked out too- we've waited so long to get a dog that it seems a little unreal that she's actually here and ours.

Her name, Laika, is an homage to the little Russian astronaut dog that went to space on Sputnik 2. Laika (the original) has figured into our thoughts on dogs for quite awhile and we toyed around with the name Sputnik, but Laika fits our girl better.

TV. We have satellite here now. We're not disappointed; many of our favorite shows are in heavy rotation. At any given time, the Simpsons, Frazier, or Seinfeld are on. Marjorie gets a lot of her shows which I don't like; I get a lot of the sports and such that she doesn't (NFL football, English Premier League soccer, etc.).

There's only one Australian show we've latched onto -- Kath and Kim. We actually discovered it while in Singapore though.

Weeknights at 11:30 we get The Naked News, in which women newscasters read the news while they take off their clothes. Full frontal. The news seems to be two weeks old, at least, but no one seems to be complaining. It's actually the least sexy thing you could imagine. Especially when they cover US election news.

For the second time in a month, I am wigging from an intense episode of Six Feet Under. It was the one where David helps the guy who runs out of gas. I had bad dreams about it all last night, and couldn't get it out of my head all day. Is this the best show on TV? Definitely the best acted.

Our new dog--

...is still out there somewhere. We visited the no-kill pound and the RSPCA today, but came home dogless. In a big city like this you'd think there'd be hundreds of dogs available, but there were maybe 20 combined at both places, and none of them were our dog. One at the first place almost was -- a very sweet black lab that was a little gimpy in his hind legs, they think from being crated too long as a puppy. We left to think about it, and later they called us and told us that they decided our living situation wasn't right for the dog, so there you go. We were kind of glad that they resolved it for us.

Vernacular. I've started incorporating some local phrases in my daily speech patterns. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unconciously. A brief rundown of the more common ones:

"No worries." (Translation: "No problem" or "That's okay" or "You're welcome") Probably the most commonly used Aussie phrase. I've fully assimilated this now, and use it without thinking.

"How are you going?" (Translation: "How are you doing?" or "How is it going?") I say this now pretty commonly too. (Marjorie wondered aloud the other day why the remaining permutation, "How is it doing?" is never used anywhere. Maybe we can start a trend.)

"G'day." (Translation: "Hello") Relatively common. I've never been able to say this.

"Ta." (Translation: "Thank you") I've tried this a few times, but it always feels like I'm saying goodbye, as I think it means in England. It feels almost dismissive to say, especially when you're trying to thank somebody.

"Nice" (Translation: "Good") This still seems odd to me; I'm used to "nice" meaning "friendly". It's odd to be asked if the lunch you had was "nice". To pronounce it in true Kath-and-Kim Aussie style, say "noice".

"Haitch" (Translation: "Aitch", i.e. the letter H) I was advised that this is "low" Australian, but I have yet to encounter an Australian who DOESN'T say it this way.

"Mate" (Translation: "Friend") Marjorie doesn't like this one. I do, but I can't seem to describe my friends as my "mates". It sounds too British to me.

"Good on ya." (Translation: "Well done") I think I've used this a few times.

"Crook" (Translation: "Sick", as in "Mary is crook and will not be in today.") A more obscure one, that I've never used.

One other note about the cold house --

When Marjorie was gone, I found the perfect antidote to sitting around a old, cold, drafty, half-empty house, feeling a little bit lonely: Tom Waits. Specifically, "Alice". The last five songs had me just staring at a wall; I haven't been captivated like that in a while.

Internet at last. Dialup, at least. We got our phone line connected, at last.

The house is still quite lacking in soft edges. Hardwood and tile floors, wooden chairs, and still only an air mattress (we're still waiting for our bed to be delivered). It had never before occurred to me that cushions are a modern necessity.

Last night we escaped up to the bar at the Albert Park to play trivia. Marjorie nailed a bonus question before the whole rest of the bar (Announcer: "Who am I? I was born in 1967 in Smyrna, Georgia..." Marjorie: "Oy! Julia Roberts." The prize: three CDs of DJ mixes of songs by artists we've never heard of.) We did only average overall, but I met a couple of guys who play soccer in the area. The season doesn't start until March, but they might be doing a pick-up game or two soon.

There will be some new softness in the house very soon -- on Saturday we're getting a dog. Marjorie wanted to get this one until she realized that it's in a totally different area of the country. I have no doubt, though, that we'll walk out of the dog adoption place with the dog with the biggest ears.

Unbelievably, my parents and pretty much all of my extended family are busy dodging their fourth hurricane in a month.

My theory is that it's a warning from God not to let the state go Republican again.

Where we've been. No internet access at home means no regular updates. We'll have it hooked up soon, though, I hope.

We're just trying to set up house at the moment. It'll be another two months before our stuff arrives from the states, but in the meanwhile, we have to make the place more livable. It's a great house in a great neighborhood.

Job is going exceedingly well. I've managed to solve some problems that had been plaguing them for weeks, and it looks like there's every chance I'll be hired on at the end of it. We're building an application that ambulance drivers ("ambos", in the local parlance) will run on their tablet computers to enter all the information about the vital signs, treatments, and procedures followed for each case.

I had a good Friday night happy hour last week with about thirty people from work, and chatted with just about everybody. Good buncha folk.

Today the AFL (footy) Grand Final is going on, which is the equivalent of Super Bowl Sunday back home. Strange, but they only had about an hour of pre-game shows. Still, it is quite obvious a HUGE deal here. The town was overrun with people from Adelaide and Brisbane, all wearing their colors. I suppose we should have watched, just as part of our cultural indoctrination.

Camping. The house is empty and cold, and not because there's no furniture. Where is that girl o' mine? I'm hoping for a big strong tailwind for her flight home.

My time at home passes either sleeping on an air mattress on the floor, or huddling on a tiny little canvas chair in front of the TV. There's no point in unpacking our Singapore boxes, since there's no furniture to put anything in. I've turned on the oven once, to toast some bread.

I'm in LA again. Today, walking around the neighborhood where my friends live, I saw Sydney Pottier pulling onto Melrose Avenue (he was driving a black Mercedes sedan). How cool is that?

"Home is where the heart is." Indeed.
There's a Coldplay song (I believe it's "clocks") with the lyrics "you are" followed by the line "home, home where I wanted to go". Until recently I had always heard it as "you are....(some unsaid sentiment)", but then Song Epiphany! and I heard it "you are home, where I wanted to go" and I totally understood. Because in all the chaos and fragmentation that we've experienced in the last two years, Mark has become home to me. Home is wherever he is. And I'm ready to go home.

Spent last night in the new place. It was BITTER COLD.

Of course, it was (I think) the coldest night of the year. I couldn't get the main heater to work, so I only had a small little space heater. And I'm sleeping on an air mattress on the floor. I woke up at about 2:30am, just from the cold. I draped my blankets over the heater, so it was blowing directly underneath, and after five minutes, the heater STOPPED. Panic. Luckily, it came back on after five minutes. But I was still cold. I thrashed around and cocooned myself for a bit, then began to realize that whatever part of me was against the bed was what was getting cold. So if I was lying on my left hip, my left hip would get cold. Strange. I finally figured it out, that, being on (hardwood) floor, my left hip was basically three inches from the bitter-cold crawlspace. I made an effort to spread out my weight, and everything was okay. I need to lay down a layer of insulation or something though.

Today I bought a fridge and a washing machine, all by myself. I'm a big boy!

The packing part of the move is over, at least on the Atlanta end. The movers came yesterday and packed everything up under my watchful, and very stressed out, eyes. It's really hard watching someone wrap up your treasured possesions without the care and eight layers of bubble wrap that you might be inclined to use. Now we just need to wait until mid-November to receive our things on the other side.
Now that the move is over I'm free to follow up on any number of tasks I need to complete, such as updating my resume and contacting my old University for some missing information in order to get a job when I get home. I should also have time to play with my friends who I've missed while away. And watch TV. The strangest thing I've seen since I got here is "The Surreal Life" which is indeed surreal. It's a "real world" take off with celebrities, including Brigette Nielsen, Flava Flav, and Charo, amoung others. Bridgette spends a lot of time drunk and nude, and Flava Flav is a very strange fellow. Apparently there was another season with Ron Jeremy, Tammy FayeBaker, and Vanilla Ice (amoung others) which I'm very sad I missed.
I miss my boy. I'll be more than ready to head back to Melbourne in a week.

Frances. The family is okay, apparently, but no word yet on how the houses in Cocoa Beach and Cape Canaveral fared.

Was glad to see that they have Six Feet Under here on regular TV. Totally unedited, too. I am still wigging from last night's episode.

The bulk of our packages mailed from Singapore have arrive, after nine weeks. They promised five to seven, but we're more relieved than angry. Still three more on the way. There are now twenty-seven boxes in this little studio rathole apartment I'm staying in until the end of the week. Then I get to move them all myself. What fun.

A different world.

In the US, there are commercials imploring adolescents who've turned 18 that they are now adults, and they have a civic duty, required by law, and it is to sign up for the draft.

In Australia, there are commercials imploring adolescents who've turned 18 that they are now adults, and they have a civic duty, required by law, and it is to sign up to vote.

Yikes! Hurricane Frances is bearing down on my family. It looks like it going to hit land right between where my brother's family lives and my parents and grandmother lives. Then it moves on towards my sister's family and my aunt and uncle on the west coast. My parents are in the process of evacuating. They're veteran hurricane dodgers, but there are others in Florida who aren't so smart. This thing is going to be nasty.

An 'A' for originality. Or maybe a 'B' as in 'Blaine'.

We're definitely not in Singapore anymore. In Federation Square, the busiest square in the heart of town, a band (the Regurgitators) have set up a bubble where they will live for three weeks, writing and recording an album.

On September 21, they will emerge and immediately play a concert of their new album, start to finish.

I don't know if they're any good or not. I haven't been by yet either, but I probably will go check it out this weekend.

An Australia moment. I'm helping to build a website at work. The computer keeps telling me it can't find one of the pages down a certain directly. I look, and the page is there. I stare at it in frustration for at least ten minutes before realizing -- nay, realising -- that the file is in a directory called "notrecognised", while in the configuration file I typed "notrecognized".

Language issues aside, work is going quite well. I start my new project next week.

WOO HOO! So I'm browsing Slashdot, and I notice that the new IOCCC winners have been announced. "Bummer," I think, because they always email the winners before announcing, and I hadn't heard anything. Then, I read the winners list, and lo and behold, there's my name. GEEK BLISS!

They make up the categories every year, but they often get re-used. My category, "Best Non-Use of Curses", is a new one -- in explanation, "curses" is a C package that lets you do animation. My program simulates character animation without it -- by generating a string which you then paste into the "vi" editor. The act of pasting is what actually starts the animation.

The source code won't be posted there until mid-October.

That Best of Show winner sounds pretty sick -- someone implemented a whole operating system (such as Windows) in 4096 bytes (about a page of code). Now that's some serious geeking.

Day four of my self-imposed five straight day stint of activity for Democrats Abroad. Today we went to the internet cafe where Ambassador Peterson is giving an on-line talk tomorrow and did a dry run.

Last night we had a meet-and-greet social at the Navy and Military Club downtown. I met a bunch of nice folks. At the end I was interviewed by a freelance journalist, which was interesting. I'm usually pretty tongue-tied when it comes to public speaking, but I think I did pretty good.

R-U-N-N-O-F-T. She's gone not even two days, and I miss her. How will I last 23? I'm so married.

Today was a day that was not beautiful, it was be-YOO-ti-ful. Sidewalk cafes were packed with folk enjoying the warmest day of spring thus far. I myself spent the day out-of-doors, working at a booth in the central business district doling out absentee ballot request forms to American citizens. (You can get yours on-line if you haven't already done so.) It was an interesting experience. I was even spat upon, but it was by a shabby British nutter with brown teeth who occasionally spat as he rambled on to me about the monarchy. Either in favor of it or against it, I'm not sure. But we got a good small handful of people signed up.

In the late afternoon I got a couple of new library books and had a pizza around the corner from the house we're about to move into. Quite good. Then I walked down to the beach and sat on a bench to read while the sun set over the bay. There were about a hundred seagulls in attendance, and two penguins.

Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high.

The ocean here is so amazingly clear and clean. I went for a walk on the beach this afternoon and saw some new creatures. These guys were beached all over the sand at low tide. I didn't touch them even though they looked innocuous enough to me as this is Australia and you never know what might kill you. Turns out they may be bluebottles or Portuguese Man-of-wars if this image is an accurate depiction (other pictures of Man-of-wars I saw described them as looking rather different with much longer tentacles). In spite of the jellies, the beach is lovely. I also saw a small starfish.
I'm off to the States tomorrow to manage to shipment of our things in Atlanta to Melbourne. Have I mentioned how much I hate flying?It will be very nice to see my parents, the puppies, and friends though. Hopefully Mark won't be too lonely here.

I think I've given myself an ulcer from worrying about our move. There is so much to be done, and so many things are beyond my control. Today's freak out is over the things we mailed from Singapore seven weeks ago, which are still not here today. In that shipment are all my warm weather clothes that I need for my trip home on Friday. If they don't arrive tomorrow (and I'm beginning to wonder if they'll show up at all), I'll be wearing the same three outfits for three weeks. I could almost put up with that if I hadn't been wearing the same three winter outfits for the last month here. I'm really ready to have my stuff all in one place.
On the plus side, the house we found is lovely, and (fingers crossed) this will all be over and done with soon. By the end of November we should actually have something resembling a normal life. And when I get back from the States I've got a dog adoption to look forward to. Can't wait to bring "the dingo" home.

You betcha. Interesting concert experience tonight -- strangely, our first real concert since coming here. We went and saw Betchadupa at The Tote. This is the band fronted by Liam Finn, son of musical legend Niel Finn. We saw him playing backup guitar for his father about six years ago, when he was maybe 13. Now he's trying to make it on his own. From the sounds of things, he's inherited a lot of talent. Just about the tightest band I'd ever seen, and they use lots of interesting time signatures and such. Not as hook-laden as I had hoped though. I felt old, though; there were maybe two or three guys there that were older than me. Sigh.

Apropos of nothing. Back in 1982 I attend the Governor's School for Excellence, "a one-week summer program bringing together academically and artistically talented sophomores from Delaware high schools." I remember lots of things about that week, but one really odd memory came back to me the other day.

We did a "meet and greet" sort of exercise, where you had to write down something about yourself that you hadn't told anyone about yet. The list was compiled, and you had go around and figure out who everybody was, based on their personal factoid.

One guy wrote, I throw rocks at my cat while it's going to the bathroom.

You read that right. I don't find it memorable so much in the fact that somebody would do that (bad enough as it is), but that he would choose that tidbit about himself as the one he wanted to first reveal. I throw rocks at my cat while it's going to the bathroom.

When I found the guy who wrote it, he explained, "It's funny. The cat won't move, because he's going to the bathroom, and you can just sit there and throw rocks at it."

I wonder what happened to that guy.

He's probably a senator or something.

The house is a great find. I'm very relieved that Mark is as enthusiastic about it as I am, as I found it and pretty much committed us to it without his ever seeing it. It's a sweet little place in spite of the peach cabinets in the kitchen, and there are lots of really nice Victorian details throughout. Plus the real estate agent seems to think that a dog will be no problem.
I'm off to the States in a week to check the next tick off our to-do list.

Another check for the checklist over on the right. We've put down the deposit on a house we'll be renting in Albert Park. Nice little two bedroom place, hardwood floors, big kitchen. Location, location, location -- we have a nice little cafe that's spitting distance away, plus a pizzeria, video store, convenience store, etc. etc. About three blocks up the road is another nice row of stores and restaurants, and a library. Eight blocks from the beach too, and a half a block from the tram. Sweet!

So last night we attended a meeting of the Melbourne Chapter of Democrats Abroad. There was a banner turnout; where they would typically have five or so, about thirty showed up. Interestingly enough, I ended up sitting next to this guy. I didn't even know he was an ambassador until he got up to speak. I'll bet he's got some amazing stories (judging from some of the details in that article); I wish I had more time to speak with him.

Anyway, so we volunteered for some things. We also met a lot of great people, and had some great conversations; at our table, in addition to the ambassador and his wife, were an ornithologist, a student working on the neuropsysiology of cochlear implants, and the regional manager of a local conservation volunteer group.

While Mark is busy getting paid to program, I've been keeping myself busy trying to find us somewhere to live. This would be a much easier task with a car, but I'm doing okay on the trams. We've found a few places that are rather nice, including one in Albert Park that I would especially love to call home. Now we just need to convince the landlords of Melbourne that we're desirable, and that the dog we don't yet own is a good idea too.
One more check in Melbourne's favour: We found a good Mexican restaurant that understands that margaritas should be lime, not lemon, and also serves several varieties of good Mexican beers. It's called Bluecorn and it's in St. Kilda. The food is a very yummy Cal-Mex fushion, and, like apparently all restaurants here in Melbourne, they too are fond of the pumpkin.

First day. At some point today at my new job I looked around and thought, wow, I work with a bunch of Australians.

Actually, there's two irish women (both named Joan), a Sri Lankan, and a Chinese guy, who I'll be working closely with for three weeks. And he lived in Singapore for five years. The more things change, ...

It seems like it'll be a fun place to work. Everyone seems cool. I'm right in the middle of the CBD (Central Business District), twenty-two floors up, with views out in every direction, if I get up from my desk and walk a bit. I'm in a room with four other developers and testers. For three weeks I'll be helping develop a website, then moving onto another project that sounds really cool, involving Bluetooth and tablet computers.

The price of living abroad is to do without. Nowhere has everything.

Melbourne lacks orange juice. Sure, they sell an orange liquid in the supermarkets and convenience stores. It's even labelled "Orange Juice". But don't let that fool you.

I miss you, Harvey's Groves.

I leave it to Marjorie to tell you about the tomato soup.

(If we end up back in the US a few years down the line, watch for a similar post about vegemite or something.)

The weather with you. We rented a car again today to drive around and look at apartments. They do things kind of weird here -- there's a window, sometimes as small as twenty minutes, where you (and about a dozen other people, typically) can go view the apartment. We saw a few near misses, and one that we liked a lot. But our suspicion is that we will have trouble competing for a place against native Australians with lots of local landlord references.

Complicating our search was the worst weather that Melbourne has seen, apparently, in six years. Rainy, cold, and windy all day. This is not my beautiful August. Still, it's better than dodging hurricanes like my relatives just had to do in Florida. Luckily, everyone's safe.

Oh the joys of the international move! After the relief of Mark's employment, we realized we may soon be able to vacate the tiny studio apartment we live in, and may even manage to get out before one of us kills the other. But, our joy was short lived when we realized that, like everywhere, they want our references from past landlords. After what seemed like several hours of panicking and running around trying to remember if we have our last landlady's address and phone number we found them. But what will happen if they call? She's a really nice lady, and she liked us, but her English is not so good and chances are they don't speak Mandarin. Deep breath.
In other news, we now have our Victoria driver's licenses. And last time we drove from the right side it didn't feel quite as wrong.

Woop. Notice a new check mark on the To Do list over to the right?

Company 2 came through. The contract will be for a little over three months. Even better, they want me to start this coming Monday.

We celebrated for about a minute before thoughts of the remaining To Do list items started raining on our parade.

Still, good news!

Quite a weekend. As I said, we rented a car on Friday. On Saturday we got up (relatively) early and headed down to the Great Ocean Road. An amazing drive. Here are some pictures: Marjorie / me / Bells Beach (world famous surfing destination). The only real wildlife we saw was on these signs.

Today we drove up to Warrandyte State Park (more specifically, the Pound Bend Reserve) hoping to find some wildlife. This time we had better luck, as Marjorie spotted a koala before we had even parked the car. We ended up seeing six total -- all just lumps of fur up high up in the trees. Still, very neat. (The latest in a growing list of animals that we can snobbishly bypass the next time we're at the zoo: "Pish, seen it.") There were supposedly wombats and platypuses (platypi?) there as well, but none spotted.

On the way back we stopped by Yarra Bend Park for another gander at the flying foxes.

So now, to our future visitors, we can pretty much guarantee you sightings of 1) koalas, 2) flying foxes, 3) kookaburras, 4) brush-tail possums, and 5) penguins.

Well! First interview, with Company 2, seemed to go okay. There was a stretch in the middle where the tech guy hammered me a little on proper design methodologies, of which my experience has been a little skimpy in regards to. But overall it seemed to be nice and friendly and I hope it works out. I'll know more on Monday.

The second interview, though, with Company 1 was a little more... interesting... The company, he said, didn't have a contract right now for me to work on, but if I would be willing to work on some in-house stuff for a few months, without pay, then they could start me working right now. To my credit, I didn't go "Ha!". I just explained that I couldn't. They promised to contact me if they get the contract that I can work on. But obviously, I have to wonder about a place like that.

In other news -- our mailed stuff from Singapore started arriving. Seven boxes today. So, we decided to rent a car for a few days, just to save the pain of lugging stuff. Honest, there were no ulterior motives.

Tonight we went back to the park to take possum pictures. Here's the only one that turned out.

In other news: now it looks like there's two companies that are interested in me. This is certainly good news on some level, but it's only added to the stress. The reason:

Company 1 will want me to start straight away. I didn't ask for as much from them, so my salary will probably be lower. But they have some good perks like bonuses based on my professional development (which they'll pay for).

Company 2, I won't start until 10 September, but the work looks like it will be cooler. And it's only a three-month contract, with the chance of staying on afterwards if they like me. I'm convinced I can turn it into a full-time job, but can we last another month without income?

Neither job is confirmed yet. Tomorrow I go in for a followup interview with Company 2 in the morning. In the afternoon, I meet with Company 1 and I think they'll make an offer.

This is good news, I guess, but that doesn't mean I'll sleep well tonight.

Last night we played trivia again in South Yarra and actually came in third place. It may not have been the most honest win however, as the host took pity on us during one section of Australian questions that we bombed on. We stayed out for a bit later drinking beer with the people who came in second trying to dazzle them with our knowledge of obsure Australian '80's bands. Good fun.
Afterwards on our way home we saw some new creatures in the park near our apartment: Common Brushtail Possums, which don't look much like North American possums, especially the tails which are furry and bushy as opposed to naked and rat like.
Today we went to USA Foods to stock up on Cheerios and Crest toothpaste. Not the cheapest store in the world, but it's reassuring that if I have to have a box of junior mints there's someplace in town that stocks them.

Brighter days. Job search prospects are improving. I had a good interview the other day, and a different interview tomorrow that sounds promising.

As a diarist, and because I like to look back on things that make me feel smart, the techie question I nailed in the interview last week was:

If I define a Java class with an "equals()" method, what other method should I define?

For yesterday's interview, I nailed these:

What is a Java VM?

What is inheritance?

What is data hiding?

What is polymorphism?

What are some issues involved with multi-threading?

"I bought myself a liarbird..." As planned, we took the train out to the Blue Dandenong hills today with a mind to go hiking.

It was about an hour ride out to the Belgrave station in the hills. Portents were good as we saw a number of species directly from the train station -- three galahs (which are known for riding on children's merry-go-rounds and sliding down slides), a few cockatoos, and, sitting right on a station lamp post, a kookaburra.

After a thigh-burning tramp up a hill on surface roads, we met up with the trail (Avard Track?) and hiked in. The forest itself was quite stunning; lush ferns down low and eucalypts towering very high. They are rather like thinner sequoias.

First spotted were a dozen more kookaburras. As we got deeper in, we were passed over by a flock of at least a hundred squawking cockatoos. Then, there were scores of crimson rosellas, like we first spotted one of yesterday.

We hiked up and down a bit, and finally met up with a trail closed to bikes because it was a "Sensitive Lyerbird Habitat". We had seen lyerbirds on Life Of Birds -- they are quite amazing. They are probably the best mimics in the bird kingdom; as part of their mating display, they have been known to imitate chain saws, car alarms, dogs, and camera shutters. It would be bird geek heaven to spot one, so we charged in.

We didn't have high hopes, but after a half kilometer or so, we started to hear strange, loud calls from the low brush. We wandered carefully off the trail but the noise moved away. So we moved on, and minute later Marjorie stopped and said, "There's one!" And it was. He crossed the path right in front of us, then disappeared into the ferns as Marjorie gave chase. Very cool!

"Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed; they don't mean quite so much." But still, we went today out to Maranoa Gardens. Definitely worthwhile on the birdwatching front; we saw two new species -- the Crimson rosella and the Eastern Spinebill. We also saw two cuckoos fighting so intensely that they fell to the ground in a tangled mess from twenty meters up.

Tomorrow we're going to head out to the Dandenongs for more of the same. Parks and gardens and mountains, oh my! That's the way to explore your new home when you're on a budget.

Interview number two was today. It was good and bad. I punted on a few questions, but nailed some others, including one that they said that no interviewee ever gets. I'll find out next week, but my inclination is that I didn't get it. We'll see. I have other nibbles I'm pursuing. Deep breaths. Must'nt panic.

The local pub. Last night we played trivia at the pub across the street from our new abode. We thought we were doing well but we ended up in last place. Phooey. It was a close game though.

I learned an interesting thing about the pub after the game while chatting with some locals. Earlier this year, a sports legend was killed by a bouncer there. Yikes. There's still a lot of controversy raging about the incident, and the proper response to it.

Fish. After lunch today we visited the Melbourne Aquarium. It was really quite well done, with just about all my favorite sea creatures featured.

Afterwards we took a walk through the casino. We played a $1 slot, and immediately lost our money. A lady came up and offered us a free casino money card worth with a free $5 credit on it. We declined. We're just not gamblers at heart, I guess.

Music in Melbourne: Okay Sherrianne,  many days belated, but here's the info you requested:
Mark and I were very excited about a series of gigs happening this week starting with MC5 last night, Belle and Sebastian tonight,  Marshall Crenshaw Sunday, Franz Ferdinand on Tuesday, and Keane and Snow Patrol on Wednesday. Turns out we'll probably only make it to the Keane/Snow Patrol show as the other shows are either too expensive (Belle and Sebastion tickets are $78 a piece) or sold out. Oh well, one show a month would still be better than our average in Singapore, and I'm guessing other exciting shows will come around soon.

Tooting own horn. The turnabout seemed to come after I was informed by one recruiter that while the American way is to limit your resume/CV to one or two pages, the way to get a job here is to expound. So now I'm sending out a four and a half pager that details everything. Fifteen seconds after I was off the phone with one recruiter this morning, another called. It's a little early to start predicting rampant success, though.

I have to relearn how to spell my name out loud again. I had gotten used to saying "zed" instead of "zee" in Singapore, but now I've discovered that "aitch" is actually pronounced "haitch" in Australia.

We had an epic first night of bar trivia the other night. Not because we did so well (we did all right until falling apart at the end) but because we met a bunch of people afterwards. There was another team there (two people from Scotland and one Brit/Australian) that we hooked up with after the game and ended up closing the place down. Towards the end we joined up with another guy and girl who were flight attendants for Emirates Airlines on a layover (they were Brits living in Dubai). We ended up partying with them at another bar (Frostbite?) up the street until 3 a.m.

Feast or Famine. After a relatively quiet first two weeks here, Mark is all of a sudden shit-hot. His phone has rung repeatedly today with requests and questions from recruiters. There's one interview set up for next week, with hopefully several others to follow.  I smell job offer.

"Everynight about six o'clock the birds come back to the palm to talk".  St. Kilda is definitely the place to watch the birds congragate at sunset. Tonight while waiting for a tram I saw what must have been at least a hundred loorikeets, several mynahs and a few cockatoos, none of which are exactly quiet birds.
In other news: We're moving again next Monday. We've been living in relative luxury in a two bedroom serviced apartment, but we can't afford it. So we're moving into a tiny furnished studio for a much more reasonable price. Hopefully we won't kill each other after a month of living on top of each other. 
 

Things that I forgot about cold weather:

The feeling of a cold toilet seat.

How hard it is to get out of bed in the morning.

The smell of a long inhale of cold morning air through your nostrils.

The feeling of standing in the shower with warm water flowing on your back, while the rest of your body is shivering.

How good I look in winter clothes.

New look.  A new blog title deserves a new look and feel.   Waddaya think?
 
We've decided we HAVE to make it work here.  We're really enjoying just about everything about the city (except for the isolation).  I've redoubled my efforts at finding a job, and if that doesn't work, I'll re-redouble them.  That's still the big thing hanging over our heads.

Birthday.  My birthday was Friday -- the big three-eight, which means I can no longer claim "middle thirties" -- I'm now solidly in my "late thirties".
 
Marjorie got me some CDs to start with -- the new PJ Harvey, and two by Australian bands: Hunters and Collectors, and Something For Kate.  Then it was on to the St. Kilda Baths for some west and welaxation.  First a soak in a salt water bath, in front of a big window looking out over the white-capped bay, with seagulls flying by.  Then a much-needed massage.
 
Afterwards we had an awesome lunch at the Sheherezade Cafe -- I had goulash with potato balls, rice, carrots, spinach, and cole slaw.  Best I've had since Europe.  Then we scored scored some chocolate eclairs and other yummies from a nearby bakery, and some bagels from Glick's.  Home for a nap, then a quiet evening at home watching Donnie Brasco.
 
Saturday was part two.  I wanted to see a footy (Australian Rules Football) game, so we went off to the Telstra Dome to see the St. Kilda Saints wallop the Richmond Tigers.  It was quite a spectacle.  I used to think the game was pretty much just anarchy, but as I start to understand the game more, I'm beginning to appreciate it, even if some of the rules are still a mystery.  There's some serious athleticism involved.  The fan base was amazing -- the two teams are just based in suburbs (or urbs, I guess) of Melbourne, but there were 40-50,000 people there, evenly divided.  (It was as if Virginia Highlands was playing Buckhead back in Atlanta.)  Everyone, even the old ladies, were into it, yelling, waving banners, wearing team scarves, etc.  Other interesting things:

There were machines where you could place bets on the game beforehand.  Actually, you could bet on anything, or play the pokies (poker machines).

 We got food beforehand in the restaurant there, and it was served on real plates with real silverware.  And it was reasonably priced.

 You could also bring your own food, or hot drinks in Thermoses.
What a crazy idea!  Don't gouge your fans -- let them come to the games at a reasonable price.  No wonder they draw crowds.

Trivia. Well, we tried to play trivia last night, but the tables were all booked up. So we stood in the back, had a pint, and listened to one round. We knew 16 of the 20 answers. Any Aussies reading this need some ringers for their team?

Still in limbo. Job search continues. Some leads, but I think there is a lot of competition right now.

Last night we rented a movie but we couldn't get the VCR in our short-term apartment to work. Maybe it's just because we're used to western VCRs. Do you have to plug in the tapes upside down or something?

I'm still having to use internet cafes. I bought a wireless card so I can access the internet from the various hotspots around here but I'm having trouble finding the right pre-paid cards to buy to use.

We're going to play trivia tonight, which should be fun.

We've moved to a short-term stay apartment. Hopefully this will be the last time we're required to move our things before finding a job and a house to live in on a more permanent basis.
I have to say that, so far, my impression of Melbourne is very favourable. People are very nice, incredibly so. There are at least three concerts we'd like to see here this month, which is great after maybe three concerts a year in Singapore. Groceries are more reasonably priced and beer and wine are half as much as they were in S'pore. Even in restaurants wine is priced very reasonably. There are lots of dogs here, and they seem to be incredibly mellow. We've passed several dogs sitting behind their fences in their yards and they just look at us and mildly wag their tails rather than bark. I wonder what they put in the puppychow?
My friend Karen asked me recently why Melbourne? There are lots of reasons: The weather is mild. The people are friendly. There is good public transportation, and bike lanes on the roads everywhere. There are good restaurants and cafes, and outdoor dining takes place all year. It's near the ocean and the mountains so one could easily go skiing in the winter and snorkeling in the summer. There is interesting wildlife nearby. There's a great music scene here. Basically, Melbourne still seems like a place we could be very happy. Hopefully we'll find work soon.

Spend spend spend, spend, spend, spend. Being Americans at heart, and with a free license to start accumulating goods, we've been dropping scads of jing-wah since arriving. Marjorie's up in Target right now, while I'm next door in a Japanese-style internet cafe. We found a extended stay apartment off Toorak St. which we're moving into on Monday. My interview on Friday went -- okay, I guess. They'll call me back for a technical interview and a test later on, if all went well, which it may or may not have. I have other leads to follow up on, and now that I have a local phone, I think I'll get more action.

Yesterday we took the train down to Williamstown ("Willie") which was a nice, quiet suburb, on the water. Spotted several new birds, including the superb fairy wren, which is what they prefer to be called, as I understand it.

A quick list of some little differences about this place:

The first floor is the ground floor, and the second floor is the first floor. I keep getting into elevators and hitting "1" by mistake.

"Entrees" in a restaurant are actually what they call appetizers.

A big sign in the park reads "Dogs allowed off leash". That's really amazing to me. Not that they allow dogs off the leash, but that the big sign tells you so. Advertising a freedom, not a restriction.

Similarly, you're allowed to eat and drink on the trams. It's kind of courageous, I think, to allow these simple freedoms that may cost a little as far as maintainance and clean-up but have a positive effect on the quality of life.

We've arrived! We got in, very bleary eyed, at 9am this morning Melbourne time. So far things are going our way: Our hotel let us check in early so we could take a quick nap before setting out on errands. We found a suit for Mark's interview tomorrow (he looks hot!). Mark got a haircut. I bought a new coat, scarf, and gloves (it's winter here). We both got new sim cards for our phones, the phone numbers will be e-mailed to relatives tomorrow (probably). So, all the goals for the day have been completed.
It still doesn't feel like we're here long term though, maybe after a few days it will sink in.

Such sweet sorrow. Everything is packed, thrown away, given away, or mailed. We just had the final inspection of apartment and got the full deposit back (yay!). At the airport now, waiting for our flight out. Hooray for free internet. I'm feeling an odd combination of melancholy and excitement.

Bye, Singapore, it's been interesting and fun.

Another list of the top 100 wonders of the modern world. I've only seen 11 from this list. Only three from the top 50. Life is short.

While Nirvana is usually my music of choice when cleaning house, a day of cleaning AND packing required something a little different. I credit Marjorie for cuing up the right thing. For future reference, The Modern Lovers is the proper choice for such an occasion.

Four more days. We spent today doing an array of moving errands, such as returning movies and library books, packing things up, and throwing things out. Then we went for a swim this evening. We'll miss the pool at our condominium. We don't use it often, just the occasional swim, but it's always enjoyable. We'll also really miss the animals we see and hear frequently in our neighbourhood. Yesterday evening we heard a choir of frogs who had moved to the pipes along the canals to increase the sonic impact of their croaking, it was amazingly loud and made us both start laughing. This morning at the bus stop I saw a beautiful blue kingfisher and two sulfur crested cockatoos, along with the usual mynahs and orioles. We'll still have cockatoos in Melbourne, but probably not the others. I'll also miss the frilled lizards I see frequently sunning themselves along the fences on my way to work, and will even miss the little geckos we find in the house (though I won't miss the poo).
We've been really fortunate to see such a variety of wild life in their natural habitats here. The highlights for me are the following:
Mudskippers, their amazing, and not uncommon here.
Flying lizards. We've seen two here. They're very cool.
Hornbills. We saw two little ones on our way to Tioman island in Malaysia, and one here near the zoo that may or may not have been wild.
Bee eaters: They're really beautiful birds, and uncommon enough that it's a real treat to see them.
macaques: I'm not the biggest fan of monkeys, but seeing them in the wild is special.
Monitor lizards: They're so prehistoric looking. Very similar thrill as seeing an alligator.
The white-vented mynahs: They are probably the most common species of bird in Singapore, but I love them. They're funny, charming, and almost always bring a smile to my face.