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Sorry. (It's late)

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Sorry is a hard word to say. I know, because I have said it a few times and have left it unsaid when I should have said it a few times more.

Last week, 13 February 2008, the Prime Minister of Australia proposed that the parliament of the Commonwealth of Australia make an apology, to the aboriginal people of Australia. It was a long time coming. In 1992, Paul Keating, then Prime Minister, made the "Redfern Speech" (there is also a Redfern Speech video clip complete with aboriginal images and other stuff that shows why video clips are not the same as real speeches given live by real people).

Aboriginal people, despite not being citizens in their own country until 1967, despite a claim that the British Government could own the land since in 1788 there was nobody they were taking it away from, despite mostly being herded into missions, employed in what amounted to legalised slavery within living memory, despite organised manhunts to kill aboriginals, had won legal recognition that some of the land in Australia was theirs. Not because the government, in response to the Homeland and Land Rights movement in the 60s and 70s, had been giving back bits of land, but because according to the existing Australian/British law, they were clearly the legal owners of land.

In 1995, Keating commissioned a report into what became widely known as the Stolen Generations. Basically, aboriginal children and particularly part-aboriginal children were removed from their families and placed in teh care of white families, either as a source of cheap servants, or to try and breed out their aboriginality - a sort of long-term genocide - or a combination of these. When I was at school, it was common knowledge that this happened, and the reasoning behind it was common knowledge. Yet somehow when the report, "Bringing Them Home", came out (after a change of government in 1996) this was no longer what really happened at all, and Australia was suddenly not prepared to take a "black armband" view of its own history.

In other words, despite the people of Australia showing a strong predisposition to apologise, despite the State government of Victoria rapidly apologising officially, the government of the country decided there was nothing to apologise for. But then, this was the same government that changed the racial discrimination act, to make it legal to take land away from aboriginal people, in order not to deal with the issues raise by the Mabo case and Native Title.

The stolen generations were in some case already dead. But this had been happening until the 1970s, when I was a kid. So in other cases they are people my age - at that time, people as young as their 20s.

A decade later, last week, the country finally managed, officially, to say "sorry". Rudd's speech might be the most important in the fairly short history of the Commonwealth of Australia, and the most important for some time in the very very long history of the Aboriginal peoples of Australia. (And you can watch him giving it on video without the extra artsy distraction). It isn't brilliant rhetoric, but it is still a great speech. because it says sorry, and why we need to say sorry, and points to a way ahead that involves doing something about healing, adding a practical side to the nice words...

For a decade, being an Australian was an increasingly depressing thing to admit to. There are still great things about Australia, there are still things that have been terrible and need fixing. But it finally feels that the country is moving in more right directions than wrong ones, after a pretty sorry decade.

Thanks Kev. I realise you didn't take the children away any more than I did. But our country did, and not being able to own up and say "sorry" was slowly eating at us. It doesn't solve the problem, but recognising that there is something to deal with is a good start.

One of those days...

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Today is finnish independence day. It was Granny's birthday too. And this week is unlike any other in my life...

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Explorer sinks in Titanic disaster, users saved by Norwegian enterprise...

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Really. MS Explorer has sunk out of view now, according to the Norwegian newspaper Aftenposten.

Fortunately, all 154 users were rescued, making it to their lifeboats after the ship was struck by an iceberg, but before it vanished beneath the fairly chilly waters off the Antarctic where it was on a cruise. The survivors were later transferred to the MS Nord-Norge, apparently.

I hope they are luckier than the people who were picked up by another famous Norwegian rescue - when Captain Arne Rinnan went to thelp 400-odd people in a sinking boat, in his ship the MV Tampa. For his troubles, in an attempt to stop him doing the legal, sane and humane thing and landing the 300-odd refugees on Christmas Island, the former Australian government (in election mode) decided that it made sense to order the SAS to board his ship. Not being international talk like a pirate day, and with real guns, it was apparently hard to see any real humour, let alone humanity.

Those people, having fled countries that Australia was right then deciding to help destroy completely, were subsequently locked up in concentration camps hastily set up around the Pacific, some for a number of years, before being scattered again in a macho attempt to prove that a 60-year-old lawyer was still virile enough to be allowed to play soldiers with real lives (if with almost transparent dishonesty).

Luckily for them, the folks on MS Explorer are apparently the kind wealthy enough to cruise dangerous waters for the fun of it, and therefore deserving of all our sympathy and assistance. Even more fortunately, the government that instituted the appalling "Pacific solution" was finally, 6 years and 3 chances later, voted out of office today.

Watching my country from the other side of the world, I am more relaxed and comfortable about it than I have been for a decade or so. But there is work to do - I can only hope that the short-sighted and cruel approach to dealing with refugees will be amng the things rolled back with the shirtsleeves as Australians get on with cleaning up the country.

There is a lot of work to make Australia the fair and decent place it once was, but hopefully that is the direction it is now headed. Thank you, people of Australia, for finally making me relaxed and comfortable. And good luck to the folks on the MS Explorer. Not necessarily a name that would have filled me with confidence, but whatever the history I am glad that you are all safe...

Being an Australian

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I read in my email yesterday one of those things that goes around and around until everyone has seen it 979 times. In this case, it was one of those dopey "how Australian are you?" tests - a little more complicated than the "Are you a real Norwegian" test that I had in my Norwegian class yesterday, but roughly as silly and slightly more offensive (Aussies are like that :smile: ).

Then I read the newspaper this morning and discovered that the people currently governing Australia think that it makes sense to apply this test for real (have a squiz if you like). In the interests of bringing about something very like the end of the world, to wit helping people to waltz in, set up and settle down a bit and say "Mate, I am Australian now", like they have done on and off (there was this little White Australia policy thing, and a few other squeezes) for the last couple of centuries, I present the cheat sheet for the upcoming citizenship test.

(Also, it's so Stace doesn't make a more of a play for Sar's Tim Tams. She got enough of her own already...)

(Warning. There are some rude-ish words in it. Nothing that makes my Mum squirm, but the sort of thing that would have brought a Very Stern Look from my Granny, and a rap over the knuckles from my uncle).

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MathML - do standards count?

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Thanks mostly to White_Lynx and the Core developers, you can now try out MathML in Opera 9.5 alphas. My major contribution was writing the article that explains it so Chris could publish it while I am at Web Directions South.

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A destination reached...

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...but the journey continues.

I flew to Australia yesterday, and I finished my 52nd and 53rd books.

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Love in the rain

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Sorry, it's just about four more books I read :smile:

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Get dressed...

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Some more thoughts on the issues that arise when travelling too much - this time on clothing

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Reading of desire

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I read some more books. So a few brief notes about them...

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Win some, buy some, ...

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I won stuff today :smile:

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Racing to the end...

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Listening to the final part of a tense cricket game, I realise some of the things I like about this game.

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I used to live here once

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It has been a long time since I have really lived in Australia, although I visit it a number of times a year and feel comfortable there.

Some thoughts, from my old dining table

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Joy in Japan (and beyond)

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A few good things happened in Japan. A few more in Australia...

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Happy V'king Birthday

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(well, norman really, but whatever).

I spent the Queen's Birthday Weekend in Australia. In case you're wondering, in teh state of Victoria that means the second weekend in June. I think Queen Victoria had a birthday around then - the current Queen of Australia (better known as Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England, or Lizzy M) was I think born in April.

Specifically, at Nordmannia's 10th birthday, celebrated at The Gathering, which is perhaps my favourite medieval event.

It's a small camping event in the cold - about 50-60 people usually, and the temperature is usually above freezing during the day and sometimes at night too. This year, unusually, it only rained for one afternoon (that's normally what keeps it warm).

Four days of hanging around in medieval gear, feeling the grass under my feet, being surrounded (unusually in Australia) by European trees with no leaves left, smelling of campfire, cooking, eating, and having fun.

We missed dafinn. We missed Kathryn. We missed the people who are still somewhere but weren't there. We raised a few to you all...

We enjoyed the food and the tavern and the weekend (I'll write about the tilting later :wink: ). Thanks Ian and Cliff for once again putting on a great weekend, MsHelle for organising the cooking, Heather and Rose and Fathma and Ants and Bex and Rags and Linc and Wok and Jeff and Katherine and Josh and Tommy and everyone else who helped out doing stuff.

Happy birfday Normans.

Where are your wife's pants?

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That, apparently, is the only phrase a friend of mine can construct in Spanish. He doesn't strike me as the person to use it much, either. Still, it was nice to catch up with him.

Once upon a time I learned a lot of Australian poetry. One of the cooler jobs I ever had was to sit in the bush by a fire, and recite the stuff for a couple of hours. A lot of people know of "The Man from Snowy River" (a story about a plucky kid who turned out to be greater than many legendary horsemen). There is humour in nearly all the poetry I learned, from "A Bush Christening" (again well-known in Australia, about a drunk priest playing jokes) or "Been there before" (about conning conmen in a small country town) to the altogether darker "McPherson's Last Ride" (about a jockey who correctly predicts his own death in a race).

One of the more humourous, and more serious poems, is by Henry Lawson, a man who was replaced on the $10 note by "Banjo Paterson" - the author of the poems named above. Lawson was a darker character - where Paterson was a war correspondent, lawyer, racing fanatic in a racing-mad country, and city-slicker in a country which (fancifully even 100 years ago) imagined itself full of bushmen, Lawson was a boy from the bush, a poet, alcoholic, who died a broken exile in Europe.

It is called "When your pants begin to go". And it is about basic dignity, and the things that it can and cannot readily cover.

Fundamentally, unfortunately, a lot of dignity is simply bought and sold, and to play the game cash is a valuable tool. As more of the game is played that way, more people respect the rule of gold (the one with the gold makes the rules) more than the golden rule (treat others as they would be treated). It is easy to tell brave stories about casually sleeping on a floor, in a broken down hostel, or under a bridge, and if it doesn't happen often and isn't hard to deal with then it is a fine thing to have done. Being caught a few bob short and calling in a debt of favours, or borrowing a few quid in a pinch is fine. Every traveller (and many more who never had a chance to travel) has a tale of dry biscuits and water, or a bank that blocked their credit at a crucial moment.

But I am very happy to have a new pair of jeans, and consign my former best pair which are now very well ventilated to the dustbin of history.

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Al-Hafla

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Al-Hafla was the celebration of peace. Nominally, it was when the normans, the hospitallers, the people of antioch, the byzantines and various others came together in Kyneton for a small dinner (only about 60 people) cooked in roughly the style of antioch of 1100 or so.

It was the feast that dafinn had wanted to see, had encouraged, finaly brought to fruition. It was a passing of batons, a revival of an idea, an acknowledgement of what life means.

It was also a good feed, a fun weekend, a chance for a chinwag and catching up. And it was a success.

Fathma Nachiar was the real push behind it. Many people help, but it always takes someone to plant the seed and say "right, we water it or it dies", rather than wondering "what if...".

Music from LeMal, belly-dancing first from Maggie and then from almost everyone (yes, among other things I can be convinced to do it), food from MsHelle, me, Heather, and Fathma, recipes from other times and other places, venue from Rosie, logistics from Josh, big help from Ants, Georgi, Tommy, Wok and Linc, and pitching in from others around made a great weekend in the Australian bush able to bring out the magic that medievalling can provide.

One new recipe that I will do again, but differently. Basically fish cakes - cook the fish and spices, then bind it with egg, add more spices, and fry off again. Delicious, but picking bones out of a zillion pieces of fish to make fishcakes isn't my idea of fun.

Mail - oh, the joy

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I get a lot of email. Occasionally I get real mail - a letter or card that isn't a bill, and I love it. Unfortunately I am a terrible correspondent, so I only get a bit more than I deserve...

But last night I put on my mail - the armour that I made over a long time. I took my "object designed to represent a sword in theatrical and educational reconstructions of medieval times", and spear, (well, object designed...) and shield, and went to training.

I'm not a complete slob. I don't mind physical exercise as such. I don't like gyms because I get bored, and the same goes for running, normally. As my reader would be aware (oh, my readers - both :smile: I like swimming, when I get around to it. Which seems odd, since I just go up and down, up and down. I don't quite understand myself.

But for a long time my main form of exercise has been practising medieval style fighting - sword, shield, spear, armour, and so on. Living in Norway I don't really do it much, but the group that I helped found 10 years ago is still going, and when they are training and I am in Melbourne I try not to miss it.

It feels good. Hard work, skill and motor control, controlled agression, teamwork. All the things that make a sport. Plus 20 or so kg of weight, by the time I add a training shield and sword (slightly heavier than most originals, since the edges are thicker). It is like riding a bicycle. You don't forget, but you do get rusty. Being basically a careful kind of fighter, I enjoy feeling the control come back. After nearly two decades there are a lot of reflexes that have slowed with disuse, but not gone away completely, and there is a great feeling as they slowly start twitching again.

Although I won a few times, I lost quite a lot. I'm also not as fit as I used to be when I trained week in week out, so didn't last nearly as long as I once would have.

It's not winning or losing, it's how much fun it is to play. I had a fantastic time, and came out hot, sweaty, sore, tired, and smiling from ear to ear.

Diving?

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Out of town the stars are bright. I can see the milky way tonight.

To find the southern cross, you look for the pointers. They point to it. And then you take the long axis - the one between the two furthest stars, and count 4,5 times it's length, from the "bottom" (to the right if you came from the pointers. Below that point is south.

At least that's how I remember it. I checked it tonight and a week ago and a while before, and it seems about right.

Orion looks like she is diving tonight. I have got used to the northern version (which made sense to me, after years of just sort-of understanding an upside-down abstract picture). Go well...

(That's about all I recognise in the night sky :frown: One day I should learn some more).

Cheers

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I used to make my own beer. I recall that it was pretty good, most of the time. It was certainly cheap - it usually cost five to ten times less than buying it, depending on what I was making.

Norway is not a cheap place to have a drink (unless you're an Opera employee at the office on a Friday night, when the company run an informal get-together - a brilliant idea that is all too rare in my experience). There are high taxes on alcohol, it is an expensive country anyway, and there is a general push to stop people drinking too much.

Australia has a big tradition of drinking alcohol. It's not always a good thing. Last year's race riots in Sydney were undoubtedly fuelled by alcohol as well as idiocy. The country became a world leader in anti-drunk driving measures in response to being the world leader in traffic deaths, mostly alcohol-related. (It's been broadly successful - 30 years of hard work has made a big difference). Wine is one of its major exports, and it makes some very nice ones.

In Sydney recently for a couple of weeks, I didn't have the money to go the last 1000km to see my family, so I joined my colleagues on a Sunday winery tour. The Hunter valley is an old winemaking district, home to some famous Australian names, and some small, unknown wineries. We visited some of both, and among the joys were a case of a very reasonable De Bortoli Hunter valley 2001 Chardonnay for $20 (i.e. about $1.67 per bottle) and a bottle of Waverley (who?!) Cabernet Sauvignon for rather more, which will lay down for the next few years waiting.

As I laid it down, I realised that I had a fair bit of beer, from the years of brewing. Curiosity got the better of me, and I put one in the fridge door, to chill down and "riddle" (shift the yeast sediment from the side of the bottle to the bottom, so I could pour off the beer and leave most of it in the bottle).

I drank it a couple of days ago. Seven and a half years in the bottle, and it came out clean and beautiful. So I tried with the cider I brewed fifteen years ago, which never seemed quite right (the reason why I still have some). I'll open it today.

Cheers!

In passing...

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I'm in Australia, the country I grew up in, and presumably the country I will end up in. I try to follow, from the distance of half a world, a reversal of seasons and time-zones, and a job that has other priorities, something of life in Australia. Sometimes it is depressing reading.

It appears that a government-run monopoly which controls Australian wheat exports was paying hundreds of millions of dollars in bribes and kickbacks to Saddam Hussein in the years leading to the second Iraq war. Helping to steal the money that was meant to relieve the crippling effects of sanctions by making food and basic medicine available to the Iraqi people, and making sure that instead it ended up unaccounted for in the hands of Saddam's government itself. Which was then free to use it for informers in its spy network, for the costs of abusing the Iraqi people, corrupting minor officials, or purchasing weapons that could be stored up in the event of an invasion. At the same time, Australia had placed troops on the Iraqi borders, committed to an invasion (although the government barefacedly denied this at the time).

Now the government claims it did not know about any of this, that it had asked if everything was above board and been told yes. (Literally. In one email!)

It could be that this is the truth. It could be that they were so blindingly stupid that they didn't really care about a major ongoing deal with someone they clearly characterise as a murderous tyrant capable of the most incredible evils. It is possible that despite their own rhetoric on the corrupt nature of the regime, they imagined a government capable of hiding money and rorting a humanitarian program to develop the alleged weapons of mass destruction they were so certain existed (a certainty bolstered by ignoring the available evidence the government had compiled at great cost, in favour of a bunch of marketing rubbish they slapped together to replace it) would not have dreamed of touching the massive cashflow involved in wheat sales.

But it might seem unlikely. It could seem more probable, according to Ockham's Razor, that they are simply lying, that they were quite happy to take the economic good news of selling to a monster, and turn a blind eye to the fact that they were actively helping him to steal money that should have fed his suffering people and instead spend it on increasing their suffering, and ensuring that the soldiers committed under a tissue of lies would face a better-equipped and more dangerous Iraqi army than would have been the case.

What do I believe? I believe that if I were to claim as a fact that the government are a pack of lying scoundrels, with a murderous disregard for the common aussie battler and the ordinary Iraqi people that they claim to represent, I would be clearly in breach of the new sedition laws of Australia. Specifically, if I were to "urge disaffection against the government of the Commonwealth" on the basis that they are crooked, untrustworthy, incompetent, and have no concern for those they are meant to represent, I believe that I could be arrested if I remain here.

But I am not, of course, making any such claim. I haven't seen any 100% clear evidence that they are either so totally incompetent as to be entirely untrustworthy in any question of security, or simply corrupt and dishonest.

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I believe when I go back to Norway, I'll drink a toast to Arne Rinnan, now knighted for his services to humanity in rescuing 438 people on the high seas. And as I toast with a glass of Linie, I'll wonder who was the captain of the ship that carried it across the equator, to Australia, and back early last year. I'll drink another toast to the most famous accidental passengers of that ship. It is named on the label on the bottle. It is called "M V Tampa".

There are lots of great things about Australia. I love the country. I think that's why the disappointments upset me. It's harder to get over something bad that someone in your own family does than something a complete stranger did.