May 17, 2003

Credit cards in Australia

Good info to be aware of if you plan to use your foreign credit card for purchases in Australia.

Credit card confusion down under
(Thx Ant for the link)

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May 11, 2003

United States of Australia?

A certain Mr Bryan Pape, a senior lecturer in law at the University of New England, thinks Australia should be divided into about 20 states, each with its own government.

The Australian constitution allows for the formation of new states and it could happen overnight if the state and federal governments chose to do so.

A complex issue for sure and who wants to sit in on all the committees just to pick new names?

Read the whole article here.

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May 10, 2003

Practicing 'Strine

Getting ready to go home again after a few years away, I sometimes think about my family and how weird it sounds when I talk to them on the phone. My accent's all bastardized from the 6 or so years I've lived in Scotland, England, and the US. When I talk to my family, they say I sound like "a bloody Yank". When I listen to them, they sound like the Crocodile Hunter (cringe).

I guess I'll have to get used to hearing it though and perhaps I should re-learn some of the terms that make 'Strine the colourful language that it is... just in case someone comes on a bit strong, so I don't go apeshit, tellin' 'em they're about as useful as tits on a bull, ya bloody wanker.

Then, on the weega, I can barrack for my favourite aerial ping-pong team with a coupla stubbies of piss, bung a few snags on the barbie and I'll be a happy little vegemite.

Maybe crack open a bottle of cheap plonk with dinner before getting into some hard yakka during the week.

No idea what I'm talking about? Visit the Australian National Dictionary Centre.

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May 07, 2003

Ode to Australians

WE, the people of a free nation of blokes, sheilas and the occasional wanker. We come from many lands (although a few too many of us come from New Zealand) and although we live in the best country in the world, we reserve the right to bitch and moan about it whenever we bloody like. We are One Nation but we're divided into many States.

First, there's Victoria, named after a queen who didn't believe in lesbians. Victoria is the realm of Mossimo turtlenecks, cafe latte, grand-final day and big horse races. Its capital is Melbourne, whose chief marketing pitch is that "it's liveable". At least that's what they think. The rest of us think it is too bloody cold and wet.

Next, there's NSW, the realm of pastel shorts, macchiato with sugar, thin books read quickly and millions of dancing queens. Its capital Sydney has more queens than any other city in the world and is proud of it. Its mascots are Bondi lifesavers who pull their Speedos up their cracks to keep the left and right sides of their brains separate.

Down south we have Tasmania, a State based on the notion that the family that bonks together stays together. In Tassie, everyone gets an extra chromosome at conception. Maps of the State bring smiles to the sternest faces. It holds the world record for a single mass shooting, which the Yanks can't seem to beat no matter how often they try.

South Australia is the province of half-decent reds, a festival of foreigners and bizarre axe murders. SA is the state of innovation. Where else can you so effectively re-use country bank vaults and barrels as in Snowtown, just out of Adelaide (also named after a queen). They had the Grand Prix, but lost it when the views of Adelaide sent the Formula One drivers to sleep at the wheel.

Western Australia is too far from anywhere to be relevant. It's main claim to fame is that it doesn't have daylight saving because if it did, all the men would get erections on the bus on the way to work. WA was the last state to stop importing convicts and many of them still work there in the government and business.

The Northern Territory is the red heart of our land. Outback plains, sheep stations the size of Europe, Kangaroos, Jackaroos, Emus, Uluru and dusty kids with big smiles. It also has the highest beer consumption of anywhere on the planet and its creek beds have the highest aluminium content of anywhere too. Although the Territory is the centre piece of our national culture, few of us live there and the rest prefer to fly over it on our way to Bali.

And there's Queensland. While any mention of God seems silly in a document defining a nation of half-arsed sceptics, it is worth noting that God probably made Queensland as it's beautiful one day and perfect the next. Why he filled it with dickheads remains a mystery.

Oh yes and there's Canberra. The least said the better.

We, the citizens of Oz, are united by Highways, whose treacherous twists and turns kill more of us each year than murderers. We are united in our lust for international recognition, so desperate for praise we leap in joy when a rag tag gaggle of corrupt IOC officials tells us Sydney is better than Beijing. We are united by a democracy so flawed that a political party, albeit a redneck gun-toting one, can get a million votes and still not win one seat in Federal Parliament. Not that we're whingeing, we leave that to our Pommy immigrants. We want to make "no worries mate" our national phrase, "she'll be right mate" our national attitude and "Waltzing Matilda" our national anthem (So what if it's about a sheep-stealing crim who commits suicide).

We love sport so much our news readers can read the death toll from a sailing race and still tell us who's winning. And we're the best in the world at all the sports that count, like cricket, netball, rugby, AFL, roo-shooting, two-up and horse racing. We also have the biggest rock, the tastiest pies, the blackest aborigines and the worst-dressed Olympians in the known universe.

We shoot, we root, we vote. We are girt by sea and pissed by lunchtime. Even though we might seem a racist, closed-minded, sports-obsessed little people, at least we feel better for it.

You are, I am, we are, Australian.

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May 01, 2003

Hostels to get star ratings

"You need not squirm amid rats, bed bugs and dope-smoking backpackers and call it a holiday ever again.

The federal Minister for Tourism, Joe Hockey, launched a star ratings system last night to sort out Australia's burgeoning backpacker industry."

Hostels to get star ratings

Personally, I think this is a good idea. The cost to the hostel owner (A$100) is not prohibitive and anything that gives the backpackers more information about what they can expect from the hostel is a good thing.

What do you reckon?

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