Saturday, 9 August 2008

The "Aussies" in Beijing


Yeah,  just killing time on a lazy Saturday morning,  clicking on whatever brightly-coloured item pops up on Yahoo when I finish checking my email... well,  I didn't see much of the ceremony yesterday,  so I was feeling the need to catch up with the three billion people who did,  or however many it was.  (click images to enlarge)


Gee,  their sandals might be very summery and Australian and all,  but in those outfits they could be mistaken for New Zealanders...
(takes closer look at flag)
Ah.

The people at Yahoo USA did do some research - they carefully looked up the name and details of the flagbearer:


... they just failed to notice this was not in fact the guy in question.  Despite that nifty Polynesian accessory he's been draped in  (hey,  are those things kiwi feathers??  Were any endangered national symbols harmed in the making of this opening ceremony?)

You know,  I really don't mind.  It's just like the Canadians and the Americans.  I think the New Zealanders have more cause to be offended for being mistaken for Australians.  I'd love to have people thinking that we were seriously committed to environmental goals,  dead against genetically modified food and nuclear weapons,  and fully in favour of gay civil unions and protecting the dignity of indigenous people.

Wednesday, 9 July 2008

Mamma Mia: the Trailer


For those who just can't wait until the preview of a film comes out,  we proudly announce a whole new concept in cinema journalism:

The trailer review!

Yes,  fed up with waiting for the actual movie,  some reviewers are now dissecting the trailer.  With hilarious results in at least one instance.

You know,  I actually can't imagine any part of the film itself being any more enjoyable than that review was...

Thursday, 1 May 2008

German Word of the Day


Krawalltourist:  lit.  "riot tourist".  Person who goes to Kreuzberg in Berlin on April 30/May 1,  and specifically to the Oranienstraße area of Kreuzberg,  in the hope of seeing clashes between hordes of riot police and a few kids throwing bottles,  stones etc.

Once upon a time,  about twenty to thirty years ago,  the "revolutionary" date of May 1  (which is internationally associated with the labour movement)  was cause for radical left-wing,  anti-capitalist protesters to take to the streets of Kreuzberg  (and other places in the world)  and demonstrate,  which would often lead them into conflict with the police.  The protests in Kreuzberg were always fairly lively,  since the area was a major centre of left-wing radicalism,  full of squatted houses.  In 1987,  in the wake of repressive police activities and against a background of angry protest against the conservative city government,  the May 1 protests escalated into an explosion of rioting and violence directed at the police and other symbols of the "capitalist establishment" - shops were looted, barricades were erected,  and in a large part of Kreuzberg 36 the rioters were a law unto themselves for several hours.

The few years that followed saw similar violence on May 1,  enough to establish something of a tradition;  however after the fall of the Berlin Wall,  a lot of squatters moved out of Kreuzberg to create new squats in the empty old buildings on the eastern side.  The reunification of the city also brought ideological challenges,  resulting in conflicts within the radical left which eventually saw a decline in the strength of the protests in the early 1990s.  The radicalism of Kreuzberg in general has declined since then,  with most squats being shut down by the city government.  In the last five years or so,  the protests have been little more than a few idiots provoking the police for their own amusement;  there is little or no organized political aspect to it.  Which is probably how it should be;  after all,  how radical can a protest be if it happens only once a year and on schedule??  (insert joke about Germans and punctuality.)  A "revolution" you can set your watch by?  I don't think so.

Nonetheless,  every year huge numbers of police descend on Berlin for the event - I strongly suspect Germany's police forces send their rookies for "hands-on" riot control training - and every year the number of Krawalltouristen has grown.  Apparently there were some right from the start in 1987,  with large numbers of people going to Kreuzberg to marvel at the chaos.  At least they had something to look at.  These days,  the number of "riot tourists" ludicrously outnumbers the actual rioters,  and the whole thing has an unmistakable aspect of farce.  You wander down Oranienstraße today and the crowds will look exactly like those at a football match,  standing about drinking beer,  eating kebabs,  joking merrily to one another - except that down the side streets there are several hundred police in full riot armour,  batons and tear gas at the ready.  And inevitably someone will throw something,  the police will slowly move in behind a wall of perspex and a few canisters of tear gas will be fired,  causing the crowd to run giggling and shouting,  spilling their beer and kebab sauce,  out into the neighbouring streets.

I can't help feeling that the police should just stand there and do nothing.  Or better yet,  slowly move away,  forcing the provocateurs to follow them.  It would spoil the show marvellously.

And perhaps the day would regain some of its political dignity.

Thursday, 17 April 2008

A hint of Europe in the air


It's often said that Melbourne is the most European of Australia's capital cities,  and in some ways that's true.  It's more liberal politically and socially,  has relatively good public transport,  and probably a slightly greater appreciation of all things cultural than most of the other capitals.

But alas,  the similarities are not confined to the good stuff.  There's also the relatively cold weather and the substandard beaches,  for example.  However,  the thing that really makes me think  "omg,  they weren't kidding when they said this place is European"  is the way that far too many of the locals STINK.  Yes,  Melbournians unfortunately share that old European inclination to believe that regular showering and use of deodorant are lifestyle choices.  Even more so,  it seems,  as we move into the colder months.  No people,  even though the average daily maximum temperature has dropped to twenty,  that is NOT the sign for you to stop showering till spring.

Not surprisingly the phenomenon is at its most,  shall we say, pervasive in the gym.  What makes it particularly nauseating there is that it's supplemented by another interesting little European trait,  namely a total inability to see the signs all over the walls saying  "Please use a sweat towel during your workout."  So many people both in Europe and here in mini-Europe just do not seem to see any reason to bring a towel with them at all,  while others do bring a towel but don't seem to understand what it is for,  namely to place on the benches under your sweaty body so that said bench is not left  "pre-lubricated"  for the next unfortunate user.  For them it's just a handkerchief-sized thing that they wipe their foreheads with occasionally.  (Actually I can only speak for Germany in this respect;  for all I know gym users in the sweatier lands of the Mediterranean may be diligent in ensuring there is a towel between them and any bench surface at all times.  But somehow I doubt it.)  While not all gym-goers here stink and some do use towels,  there is nonetheless considerable overlap between the towelless and the odiferous.  Sometimes I really,  really wish I wasn't a gym addict.