O – Opera House

My first day in Sydney and already I have had the trip of a lifetime.  We arrived at 6:45 am.  Breezed through customs and got to the hotel around 8:00 am. Had breakfast and then hit the streets.

Living in China there are a number of things that I just have to go without because either they don’t make them there, they don’t sell them there or they don’t have my size.  I was able to find four things today that I would never find in China.

Cute shoes in my size – 9West – Westfield off of Martin Place

Australian oysters – Garfish on Manly Wharf

Stongbow Cider – we talked about this before

Peanutbutter M&M’s – everywhere

And, to top it all off, I got to finally see the Sydney OperaHouse up close.  It is an impressive building and I was excited about seeing this Australian landmark.  I am a little surprised with the fact that it is not really that big.  I thought it was much bigger.  I am talking, Louisiana Superdome big.  It was more like Frisco, Texas Community Center size.

Regardless, the highlight of the trip so far is seeing the Opera House from a boat on the Bay.  Beautiful.

N – New Zealand

N – New Zealand #atozchallenge
I wanted to do a post on New Zealand for N because I was made aware from my former employees in no uncertain terms that Australians and New Zealanders are not the same.  Apparently, there is a big difference between the two countries despite their close proximity to each other.  Since I am traveling, I am so happy to have found this great post from leftofthesettingsun.wordpress.com who spelled out the differences perfectly.  Check it out.

Chris's avatarLeft of the setting sun in November

Enough is enough. I’m sick of it, do you hear? Every time I turn on the radio or open a newspaper I’m confronted by some idiot politician or half-wit commentator making some stupid comparison between New Zealand and Australia, invariably at New Zealand’s expense. Generally this is followed up with the immortal threat about everyone leaving here to go there. Well, I’ve done that and come back, and I think it’s a bloody stupid comparison. If you want somewhere to compare New Zealand to, try New Caledonia. Or Jamaica. Or even Ireland. Any post-colonial island nation would make a better comparison than Australia, and they aren’t even our closest neighbour (and we certainly aren’t theirs). Here are nine whole significant reasons why Australia is not New Zealand. Anyone who wants to compare the two countries needs to come up with good reasons why most of these aren’t important.

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M – Musicians From Australia

Icehouse – 80’s pop rock band who had two big hits in the US Crazy and Electric Blue. The former was written by John Oats or Hall and Oats fame.

 

Crowded House – 80’s and 90’s rock band that found more fans in the alternative scene then the pop scene.  The too only had two hits in the US.  One of my all time favorite song – Don’t Dream its Over.  You might also remember Something So Strong.

 

Midnight Oil – The champions of one hit wonders.  Beds are Burning.  I can still see the video and the crazy looking ball headed lead singer and that dance he did.  It was such a rally cry song that demonstrated their quest for social change especially in support of aboriginal rights.    I still love this song.

 

  Savage Garden – They are a little singsong poppy for my taste but they did have a couple of big hits in the States.  I Want You and Truly MadlyDeeply are pretty good.  It was a radio station in my hometown of Dallas that starting playing their song I Want You that got them signed in the US.  I have to claim it.

INXS– One of my all time favorite bands.  I got to seethem when I was fairly young. It was my first concert. I was a hugefan and was really sad when the lead singer Michael Hutchence died in 1997 under suspicious circumstances.  My favorite songs are Never Tear Us Apart, Need You Tonight and Mediate (great video).


Who Owns Your Tattoo? : Inked Magazine

Who Owns Your Tattoo? : Inked Magazine.

I don’t do illegal downloads; movies or music.  I don’t plagiarize and I only use my photos or public domain photos on my blog.

But, are my tattoos someone else’s property?  I didn’t draw them.  I have portions of two Van Gogh paintings replicated on my body.  I have a flower that I found on the internet replicated and I have letters that represent a saying that I didn’t write.

Did I infringe on someone else’s copyrights for my own benefit?

Legally I am safe because I don’t make any money off of my body art.  That sounds bad.  What I mean is that no one has offered me money to show them my tattoos.  Sounds even worse, but if someone wanted to pay me, I would share the proceeds.

But, it still begs the question, who do my tattoos belong to?

Meet China Jordan – the artist gave it that name.  I just call him CJ.  A free hand drawing on my ankle by Gabe Shum then tattooed by Gabe Shum, referencing a stuffed animal that  I purchased at a souvenir shop, commemorating the year of the bull in China in 2010.  

L – Lord Dudley

I love pubs.  There is nothing I like better then going to a local pub and having a pint.

Some of my favorite memories occurred with a pint of cider in my hand.  And, I will never forget telling my English friends how much I don’t like Guinness only to discover the miracle concoction known as the “Poor Man’s Black Velvet” (Guinness mixed with Strongbow Cider ).  So, good.

Pubs and Pints reminds me of the time that I lived in London and how I was “100% completely happy with life” .  Really, I was.  I actually wrote that in the journal I kept while I was living there.  I was a college student with no stress and hadn’t had to deal with the real world, yet. Oh, the memories.

When I told the same friends who introduced me to the Black Velvet that I was heading to Sydney, he insisted that I experience The Lord Dudley Hotel. They were right before, no reason to doubt their word now.

The Lord Dudley Hotel is a famous pub in Sydney.  This is how they describe The Lord Dudley and its patrons on their website.

 The Lord Dudley is an enigma in that it does not have a defined clientele. The regulars come from all walks of life. Trades people and office workers rub shoulders with barristers, stockbrokers and politicians. The rich and the famous also find it a great place to unwind. Don’t be surprised to find Hollywood Actors having dinner in the restaurant while prominate sports heroes are enjoying a drink in the front bar. Publican James (Jamie) Couche has created a feel good environment which appeals to everyone who calls in.

 

It sounds like a place were I can be “100% completely happy with life”.  If only for one night.

*I will be updating this post at a later date once I have experienced The Lord Dudley.