*Darcy has been made famous on thechive.com, a silly photo-blog.
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Monday, September 27, 2010
Enjoy the Scenery*
*Darcy has been made famous on thechive.com, a silly photo-blog.
http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/bombs-away-81.jpg
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
The Mighty Cockatoos
It's always interesting when one has the pleasure of running across cultural idiosyncrasies that serve as a reminder that one does, in fact, live in Australia.
Australian Duck
Gaggle of Cockatoos
For one, the fitted sheet. The Australian fitted sheet is a homeware conundrum I have puzzled since arriving in this fair country. One can imagine that after being used to buying a bundle of high quality linen--including a fitted sheet, top sheet, and two pillowcases--for the average price of $50 it would be quite a shock to find that a sole fitted sheet in Australia costs on average $100. That's right, it is one piece of fabric laced with a scrunchie. Of course, cigarettes are also $17/pack. Although I'm not quite sure why the government is trying to regulate the usage of fitted sheets.
Secondly, upon perusing the dark recesses of IMDB's vaults, we realized that our computer's loyalty lies with Australia as opposed to its homeland when we stumbled across a beloved childhood film involving a hotshot lawyer and a ragtag gang of children playing ice hockey. The name? "Champions." Now while I certainly understand the necessity for literal title translations in an effort to cross language barriers (for example, I have no problem with "Undercover Blues" becoming "Two Spies and a Baby" in Brazil), one would assume that "The Mighty Ducks," which in the early 1990s had absolutely no meaning in America, would have enough resonance to traverse the cultural barrier into Australian film vernacular. Of course, that is until one realizes that there are no ducks in this country.
[Disclaimer: There are most likely ducks. However they are not quite so abundant as in North America, and do not have the same cultural significance. Aka, they have never been on a stamp. And they are probably not featured heavily in taxidermy. And there is no duck hunting season.
OK, there may be duck hunting season.]
Australian Duck
Our own experience with ducks in Australia extends only so far as this one time when Will and I were spending the weekend in the country, only to be awoken at 7am by a cacophony of squawks, which to our ears could have only been ducks. "But they must have flown south for the winter!" our sleep-ridden-selves exclaimed. Until we remembered that a) we are in the southern hemisphere so they would be flying north, and b) upon closer examination of this aviary discord it was actually not ducks at all, but a mighty gaggle of cockatoos. Loudest little buggers ever.
Gaggle of Cockatoos
Which leads us to believe that a more appropriate, culturally sensitive title would, in fact, be "The Mighty Cockatoos." How do you like that, Emilio Estevez?
Monday, September 6, 2010
All Travels Big and Small
It's been a cold winter here in Melbourne, but Will and I are about to thaw out with a five-day vacation to Fiji! This trip is supposedly celebrating our three year anniversary, which is on September 8, but really we just want to be warm and tan.
We will leave you with this image... and hopefully have a few more to contribute upon our return next week.
I'll admit that I will really be missing my bike on the trip. Oh what? I haven't mentioned that Will and I bought bikes? Not only have we bought bikes, we also ride them to work every morning! (That is slightly more of an accomplishment for me than it is Will, considering my ride is about 7k each way while his is only 3k. That 7k also includes some massive hills.) I've been kind of obsessed lately and have been riding my bike everywhere. I guess when you're not used to having that modern invention of the wheel at your fingertips, you certainly appreciate it in whatever form it comes.
Yeah my bike is pink -- it's so hawt!
We will leave you with this image... and hopefully have a few more to contribute upon our return next week.
I'll admit that I will really be missing my bike on the trip. Oh what? I haven't mentioned that Will and I bought bikes? Not only have we bought bikes, we also ride them to work every morning! (That is slightly more of an accomplishment for me than it is Will, considering my ride is about 7k each way while his is only 3k. That 7k also includes some massive hills.) I've been kind of obsessed lately and have been riding my bike everywhere. I guess when you're not used to having that modern invention of the wheel at your fingertips, you certainly appreciate it in whatever form it comes.
Yeah my bike is pink -- it's so hawt!
Friday, June 25, 2010
Brasil vs. Portugal
Last night was the Brasil vs. Portugal game, a match that, despite the hype, turned out to be one of the more boring games I have ever seen -- and that's saying a lot for a sport that tends to move slowly anyway. Considering Will and I stayed up until 2:30 am to finish it, I must say the zero-zero tie was somewhat of a disappointment.
Good thing the events surrounding the game were so spectacular!
Will and I went to Copacabana Restaurant with some of his workmates for a full-on churrasco dinner, samba and salsa dancing, and a pre-game show of capoeira and music. I must say, it gave me saudades do Brasil in the worst way. It was great getting to speak Portuguese, and in fact once the waiters found out I was "Brasilian" they kept lugging me around to interpret for them, and gave me the best cuts of meat. (I was the only one at the table to get any picanha!) The atmosphere was very authentic; they even had "street vendors" come around trying to sell you roses and stuffed bears. Will had picked out a cute little teddy bear for me, but couldn't get rid of it fast enough once he found out it was $20. I guess it's the Brasilian atmosphere with Aussie prices.
After an amazing capoeira show, complete with tumbles and flips and teaching the Australianos (the emcee kept telling the Brasilian girls -- in Portuguese so the Aussie couldn't understand -- "whoever needs an Australian visa, here's a good catch!"), the game finally came on. Of course, I fell asleep around half-time but apparently didn't miss much.
Here's a picture that Will and I got wrangled into buying. To be honest, it's actually kind of an annoyance to have a print picture. Case and point: we can't upload it to the blog, so we had to circuitously take a picture of the picture that we purchased.
Overall it was a fabulous night and reminded me so much of where I came from. It's easy to assimilate yourself into new cultures, while sometimes forgetting the experiences that made you who you are. Whether it be the United States or Brasil, nights like last night are important reminders not just of cultural distinctions, but of the meaning of home.
Good thing the events surrounding the game were so spectacular!
Will and I went to Copacabana Restaurant with some of his workmates for a full-on churrasco dinner, samba and salsa dancing, and a pre-game show of capoeira and music. I must say, it gave me saudades do Brasil in the worst way. It was great getting to speak Portuguese, and in fact once the waiters found out I was "Brasilian" they kept lugging me around to interpret for them, and gave me the best cuts of meat. (I was the only one at the table to get any picanha!) The atmosphere was very authentic; they even had "street vendors" come around trying to sell you roses and stuffed bears. Will had picked out a cute little teddy bear for me, but couldn't get rid of it fast enough once he found out it was $20. I guess it's the Brasilian atmosphere with Aussie prices.
After an amazing capoeira show, complete with tumbles and flips and teaching the Australianos (the emcee kept telling the Brasilian girls -- in Portuguese so the Aussie couldn't understand -- "whoever needs an Australian visa, here's a good catch!"), the game finally came on. Of course, I fell asleep around half-time but apparently didn't miss much.
Here's a picture that Will and I got wrangled into buying. To be honest, it's actually kind of an annoyance to have a print picture. Case and point: we can't upload it to the blog, so we had to circuitously take a picture of the picture that we purchased.
Overall it was a fabulous night and reminded me so much of where I came from. It's easy to assimilate yourself into new cultures, while sometimes forgetting the experiences that made you who you are. Whether it be the United States or Brasil, nights like last night are important reminders not just of cultural distinctions, but of the meaning of home.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
I Should Have Told You...
The first semester of my Masters is over, and there is so much that has happened in the past few months that I didn't tell you.
I should have told you about our weekend trip to the Spa Capital of Victoria, Daylesford, a small town about an hour outside of Melbourne that is famous for its mineral springs (key word: mineral. I will return to this point shortly, but suffice to say that I don't think I knew what that meant before going there). Will, Darcy, and I spent a relaxing weekend in a cute little cabin, hanging out at the bath houses that put Daylesford on the map (and getting massages -- well, I did at least!), and going on long hikes through the countryside scattered with mineral springs. We were particularly excited about these hikes, seeing as how there would be clear, refreshing water in strategically located places throughout the walk. Thirst? Totally a non-issue. Coming upon the first of these springs, however, we quickly realized that "mineral" and "clear and refreshing" are not exactly synonyms. Check out the pictorial progression:
So hopeful...
Ahh...
Doh!
Mineral... right... not a fresh mountain stream. More life sulfur-infused urine.
Of considerable more tastiness was the fresh Daylesford-grown produce...
... and the second-best vanilla slice in all of Victoria (it's officially ranked, not just me saying it). Yum!
[Sidenote: we can now officially consider ourselves vanilla slice connoisseurs as we have tasted both the first- and second-ranked slices in Victoria! Score!]
I also should have told you about the visit of our friend Tom. We met Tom in Atlanta playing kickball, and were so happy that he decided to come visit us. He coupled a trip to Melbourne in with an ambitious month-long itinerary throughout the rest of Australia and New Zealand. One of the highlights of the trip was our stay in Yarra Valley at an alpaca farm. The farm was run by a slightly crazy lady (although what would you expect from ladies running alpaca farms?), but Darcy had an absolute blast with her new friends.
Darcy: Are you my mom?
Alpaca: Are you our leader?
Both: *LOVE*
Unfortunately we do not have any pictures with Tom. [Tom, what's up with that? Send me one of us and I'll post it!]
Updated:
The infamous Tom O'Dea!
I should have told you about the very first presentation I had to give for work. I had all of 45 minutes notice before finding out that I would be the one to deliver a talk about Science at Melbourne -- a talk I had never heard before. That was some nice pressure... or character-building. Whatever you want to call it.
I should have told you that our tenants moved out of our house, and we are currently in the process of finding new people to live there. As some of you know, the house experience over the past year has been somewhat of a nightmare, but we have changed property management companies and are excited to get a fresh start. So far we have had some good interest in the house, so hopefully it won't take five months to rent out this time.
I should have told you about the recent visit from our friends Carissa and Taylor, and my work trip to Sydney. Carissa and Taylor (some of our best friends from Vanderbilt) planned their trip to visit us early this year. When I started my job, I found out that I would be making a trip to Sydney on the exact same weekend they would be in town. Instead of getting discouraged, we decided to combine the trips, and it worked out beautifully, if I do say so myself. Although I spent the majority of my time working (someone had to finance this operation!), Will, Carissa, and Taylor got to check out the city (despite the monsoon-like weather half of the time). Sydney is beautiful -- although I still prefer Melbourne.
St. Mary's Cathedral -- it doesn't always look this crazy. There was a light show going on to commemorate 200 years of... something. Can't remember what.
We also visited the Mornington Peninsula, where we tasted some great wine and hung out at the hot springs (like a big naturally-formed hot tub), the Great Ocean Road, and Philip Island to see the little penguins. Again, monsoon-like weather followed us, but we had a good time.
If we were about to get discouraged that we didn't have any other friends lined up to visit us, we need not fear: the night we dropped Carissa and Taylor off at the airport, we got an email from our friends Colin and Kirby saying they had bought tickets to come over Thanksgiving! We will be meeting up with them for a week in New Zealand (our first time!) before they come to Melbourne.
I love that people are actually taking us up on the offer to come visit. Anyone else want to join the bandwagon? All the cool kids are doing it.
I think that pretty much covers, and yet doesn't even do justice to, the activities of the Stones over the past few months. Between the lines above lay Masters papers, presentations to countless schools, weekend university expos, walks in the park, about thirty books (I just passed my 200 mark!), and a variety of other activities--compulsory and not--that have made the past months seem more like weeks.
I should have told you about our weekend trip to the Spa Capital of Victoria, Daylesford, a small town about an hour outside of Melbourne that is famous for its mineral springs (key word: mineral. I will return to this point shortly, but suffice to say that I don't think I knew what that meant before going there). Will, Darcy, and I spent a relaxing weekend in a cute little cabin, hanging out at the bath houses that put Daylesford on the map (and getting massages -- well, I did at least!), and going on long hikes through the countryside scattered with mineral springs. We were particularly excited about these hikes, seeing as how there would be clear, refreshing water in strategically located places throughout the walk. Thirst? Totally a non-issue. Coming upon the first of these springs, however, we quickly realized that "mineral" and "clear and refreshing" are not exactly synonyms. Check out the pictorial progression:
So hopeful...
Ahh...
Doh!
Mineral... right... not a fresh mountain stream. More life sulfur-infused urine.
Of considerable more tastiness was the fresh Daylesford-grown produce...
... and the second-best vanilla slice in all of Victoria (it's officially ranked, not just me saying it). Yum!
[Sidenote: we can now officially consider ourselves vanilla slice connoisseurs as we have tasted both the first- and second-ranked slices in Victoria! Score!]
I also should have told you about the visit of our friend Tom. We met Tom in Atlanta playing kickball, and were so happy that he decided to come visit us. He coupled a trip to Melbourne in with an ambitious month-long itinerary throughout the rest of Australia and New Zealand. One of the highlights of the trip was our stay in Yarra Valley at an alpaca farm. The farm was run by a slightly crazy lady (although what would you expect from ladies running alpaca farms?), but Darcy had an absolute blast with her new friends.
Darcy: Are you my mom?Alpaca: Are you our leader?
Both: *LOVE*
Unfortunately we do not have any pictures with Tom. [Tom, what's up with that? Send me one of us and I'll post it!]
Updated:
The infamous Tom O'Dea!
I should have told you about the very first presentation I had to give for work. I had all of 45 minutes notice before finding out that I would be the one to deliver a talk about Science at Melbourne -- a talk I had never heard before. That was some nice pressure... or character-building. Whatever you want to call it.
I should have told you that our tenants moved out of our house, and we are currently in the process of finding new people to live there. As some of you know, the house experience over the past year has been somewhat of a nightmare, but we have changed property management companies and are excited to get a fresh start. So far we have had some good interest in the house, so hopefully it won't take five months to rent out this time.
I should have told you about the recent visit from our friends Carissa and Taylor, and my work trip to Sydney. Carissa and Taylor (some of our best friends from Vanderbilt) planned their trip to visit us early this year. When I started my job, I found out that I would be making a trip to Sydney on the exact same weekend they would be in town. Instead of getting discouraged, we decided to combine the trips, and it worked out beautifully, if I do say so myself. Although I spent the majority of my time working (someone had to finance this operation!), Will, Carissa, and Taylor got to check out the city (despite the monsoon-like weather half of the time). Sydney is beautiful -- although I still prefer Melbourne.
St. Mary's Cathedral -- it doesn't always look this crazy. There was a light show going on to commemorate 200 years of... something. Can't remember what.
We also visited the Mornington Peninsula, where we tasted some great wine and hung out at the hot springs (like a big naturally-formed hot tub), the Great Ocean Road, and Philip Island to see the little penguins. Again, monsoon-like weather followed us, but we had a good time.
If we were about to get discouraged that we didn't have any other friends lined up to visit us, we need not fear: the night we dropped Carissa and Taylor off at the airport, we got an email from our friends Colin and Kirby saying they had bought tickets to come over Thanksgiving! We will be meeting up with them for a week in New Zealand (our first time!) before they come to Melbourne.
I love that people are actually taking us up on the offer to come visit. Anyone else want to join the bandwagon? All the cool kids are doing it.
I think that pretty much covers, and yet doesn't even do justice to, the activities of the Stones over the past few months. Between the lines above lay Masters papers, presentations to countless schools, weekend university expos, walks in the park, about thirty books (I just passed my 200 mark!), and a variety of other activities--compulsory and not--that have made the past months seem more like weeks.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Birthday Glee!
So it's that time of year again... Kim Fest!!!
[Pardon my abruptness in returning to blog land. Don't worry, I'll post again soon apologizing for the long absence (an absence that began by me saying, "I really should just post pictures of us going away for the weekend -- no need for long, descriptive text --, and then somehow grew to weeks and weeks of nothingness, to the point where I didn't even know where to begin. And then I realized what better way to get back into it than to talk about my birthday???)]
Tomorrow's my birthday, and true to form, we have been celebrating non-stop with different friend groups, shopping, and a no-homework-allowed policy for the past few days.
This weekend, though, has been evidence of many birthday miracles. First of all, in a two-week period of rain, cold weather, and overall gloominess, we had beautiful weather this weekend, just in time for the birthday picnic we had planned with my old boss (and current friend), her kids, another friend, and all of our dogs. Then today Will and I went shopping for a couple of work outfits and out of the blue I got 25% off of my purchase! And THEN, miracle of all miracles, I was taking Darcy out to go #1 and #2, when in the process I heard a great cover of "Don't Stop Believing" performed by none other than Glee (a song I have had a wonderful history with, beginning with excellent 80-band covers, peaking with an unforgettable, if not erroneous, Mexican rendition on our honeymoon, and slightly deteriorating by being faced with a certain generation gap during Summer School, when my students made it clear they had never heard of the song until Glee performed it). However, despite the pain it causes me to know that generations of kids have never heard the song "Don't Stop Believing" a la Journey, I must admit that Glee performs a pretty good cover (in my opinion, which I recognize is not a universal opinion -- but don't forget, I LOVE DUETS! AND BROADWAY MUSICALS!)
I digress.
So as I stand in the balmy evening air, watching my dog pee freely in the wind, listening to the beautiful ballad that is "Don't Stop Believing" performed by Glee, I decide that I must possess this song. So I run and run and run home, throw myself at my husband's feet and beg him to buy me this album for my birthday. He lifts my tear-stained face with his finger, and softly instructs me to look at our iTunes account and search for "Glee."
And there it was.
Knowing my weakness for duets and covers, he had already bought me the first three volumes of the Glee soundtrack, even though I've only ever watched three episodes (and yet loved every minute of them).
He knows me so well. And that is truly the best birthday miracle of them all.
[Pardon my abruptness in returning to blog land. Don't worry, I'll post again soon apologizing for the long absence (an absence that began by me saying, "I really should just post pictures of us going away for the weekend -- no need for long, descriptive text --, and then somehow grew to weeks and weeks of nothingness, to the point where I didn't even know where to begin. And then I realized what better way to get back into it than to talk about my birthday???)]
Tomorrow's my birthday, and true to form, we have been celebrating non-stop with different friend groups, shopping, and a no-homework-allowed policy for the past few days.
This weekend, though, has been evidence of many birthday miracles. First of all, in a two-week period of rain, cold weather, and overall gloominess, we had beautiful weather this weekend, just in time for the birthday picnic we had planned with my old boss (and current friend), her kids, another friend, and all of our dogs. Then today Will and I went shopping for a couple of work outfits and out of the blue I got 25% off of my purchase! And THEN, miracle of all miracles, I was taking Darcy out to go #1 and #2, when in the process I heard a great cover of "Don't Stop Believing" performed by none other than Glee (a song I have had a wonderful history with, beginning with excellent 80-band covers, peaking with an unforgettable, if not erroneous, Mexican rendition on our honeymoon, and slightly deteriorating by being faced with a certain generation gap during Summer School, when my students made it clear they had never heard of the song until Glee performed it). However, despite the pain it causes me to know that generations of kids have never heard the song "Don't Stop Believing" a la Journey, I must admit that Glee performs a pretty good cover (in my opinion, which I recognize is not a universal opinion -- but don't forget, I LOVE DUETS! AND BROADWAY MUSICALS!)
I digress.
So as I stand in the balmy evening air, watching my dog pee freely in the wind, listening to the beautiful ballad that is "Don't Stop Believing" performed by Glee, I decide that I must possess this song. So I run and run and run home, throw myself at my husband's feet and beg him to buy me this album for my birthday. He lifts my tear-stained face with his finger, and softly instructs me to look at our iTunes account and search for "Glee."
And there it was.
Knowing my weakness for duets and covers, he had already bought me the first three volumes of the Glee soundtrack, even though I've only ever watched three episodes (and yet loved every minute of them).
He knows me so well. And that is truly the best birthday miracle of them all.
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