I showed you all the trailer about a week ago...Now, here is the feature.
Thursday, 11 November 2010
Sunday, 7 November 2010
Penguins and Koalas!!!
About two hours from here there is place called Philip Island. And on the island they have koalas and penguins, Oh my! Annie, a woman I work with was taking some people from out of town and she offered me a seat. Annie is my sole transporter out of the city. So, the first stop was the koala conservation center. We didn't get to hold them there but they are so freaking cute!!!!
Then we went to the Penguin Parade. Every day thousands of little penguins, about a foot tall about 2 pounds, run out to the ocean. Then every night after the sun sets they come back to their little nests. So we got there early, curled up in blankets and ate dragon eyes, this weird chinese fruit, and cashews until they showed up around 8:30. 2,000 of them! It was amazing. They cross in packs of 2-30 at a time. You can get pretty close to them because after they cross the beach they hang around outside of their houses. There is a small stream that they swim up sometimes too. One woman pointed out a swimming penguin to her granddaughter who asked "do penguins do synchronized swimming?" That was just about all the adorableness I could take in a day. Penguins, koalas and baby Australian accents.
Then we went to the Penguin Parade. Every day thousands of little penguins, about a foot tall about 2 pounds, run out to the ocean. Then every night after the sun sets they come back to their little nests. So we got there early, curled up in blankets and ate dragon eyes, this weird chinese fruit, and cashews until they showed up around 8:30. 2,000 of them! It was amazing. They cross in packs of 2-30 at a time. You can get pretty close to them because after they cross the beach they hang around outside of their houses. There is a small stream that they swim up sometimes too. One woman pointed out a swimming penguin to her granddaughter who asked "do penguins do synchronized swimming?" That was just about all the adorableness I could take in a day. Penguins, koalas and baby Australian accents.
Monday, 1 November 2010
Men of Letters
Yesterday I went to the best display of male affection I have ever seen.
Women of Letters is a monthly happening here in Melbourne where a group of women, get up and write a letter with a common theme.
And, yesterday, they gave the men a go. 10 men writing letters to the women who changed their lives.
There were comedians from television and radio, essayists and musicians all with different takes on the subject.
One wrote a letter to his sister, giving her credit for all the wonderful things that he became interested in and eventually led to his musical fame.
One opened his letter to his speech teacher with "Dear Mrs. Robinson, How is being dead?"
Bob Ellis wrote the most moving and romantic thing I might have ever listened to. He wrote to his wife, they've been together for ages. He wrote of how they took different partners, like people did in those days, how writing to her was "too hard." How they had two beautiful children and dreamed of robust family dinners but then had "8 or was it 10" miscarriages.
There is something so beauitful in his honesty. It obviously wasn't a perfect life. But their perseverance... their ability to keep it together. That they really did grow old together. It was breathtaking.
This was the first of the series that I have seen, but I want to go to them all before I leave. I want to start this in America. It was gorgeous.
Women of Letters is a monthly happening here in Melbourne where a group of women, get up and write a letter with a common theme.
And, yesterday, they gave the men a go. 10 men writing letters to the women who changed their lives.
There were comedians from television and radio, essayists and musicians all with different takes on the subject.
One wrote a letter to his sister, giving her credit for all the wonderful things that he became interested in and eventually led to his musical fame.
One opened his letter to his speech teacher with "Dear Mrs. Robinson, How is being dead?"
Bob Ellis wrote the most moving and romantic thing I might have ever listened to. He wrote to his wife, they've been together for ages. He wrote of how they took different partners, like people did in those days, how writing to her was "too hard." How they had two beautiful children and dreamed of robust family dinners but then had "8 or was it 10" miscarriages.
There is something so beauitful in his honesty. It obviously wasn't a perfect life. But their perseverance... their ability to keep it together. That they really did grow old together. It was breathtaking.
This was the first of the series that I have seen, but I want to go to them all before I leave. I want to start this in America. It was gorgeous.
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