I probably put too much stuff into my diary for the day thinking I could go quickly from one event to the night. In the end I managed, though there were times I had to ask colleagues to look after a thing or two (small tasks) along the way.
By the end of the day though I was buggared. Really tired.
And although I’d made a tentative plan to go to The Clarence for one of their new ABBA nights, I ended up spending the night at home in front of the television. I ordered a pizza. I bought a bottle of wine. That’s surely enough effort for a Friday night?
Muslim, Christian, Jew at Pitt Street Uniting Church
It’s Sunday night and I’ve just returned from a reasonably interesting evening at the Pitt Street Uniting Church.
I saw the sign a couple of weeks ago advertising an evening featuring a Christian, a Muslim and a Jew, talking about issues of diversity and belief and quickly jotted it in my diary as an interesting Sunday night excursion.
I’ve never been to a Uniting Church before. Well, actually as a child I used to go to Sunday School at a Presbyterian Church (with my cousins), but never as an adult. The venue was actually a former Congretational Church, one of the three churches (along with Methodist and Presbyterian) which formed the Uniting Church. On entering I noticed the lack of traditional iconography (I’m a Catholic, after all) but did notice patchwork quilts and other symbols noting the notion of a church made up of diversity. There wasn’t a crucifix in sight, the alter was hardly visible and the organ was replaced by a piano. The congregation consisted of mostly older people and (clearly, at question time) people with a commitment to those values of diversity, including a couple of transexuals.
The evening consisted of three people involved in the Goodness & Kindness Project (a Christian, a Muslim and a Jew) talking about their experiences of life and belief, and how they related those issues to people in primary schools, high schools and in the broader community, though it was their interest in primary schools that was strongest, because they believe it’s between the ages of 9 and 12 that you can have the most effect.
They, and a team, have travelled all over the countryside speaking to 25,000 people (85% primary school, 14% secondary school, 1% adult) about shared values.
Although they conceded their points of difference (especially on the issue of Israel/Palestine), they were most interested in their points of commonality. They emphasised, for example, the commonality of Bible stories, including Jonah and the Whale and Moses crossing the Red Sea. I was also surprised to hear about how Islam recognises Jesus and the Mother of Christ, Mary, in its teaching. I also learned that, except on one day each year, Jewish people do not use the name or word God. In fact, the word is unpronouncable in the Torah, leaving our vowels. They also, for example, spoke about their trepidation, sometimes, in going into “faith schools”. The Jewish man, for example, spoke of the fear he felt the first time he went into a Muslim school (he wears traditiona clothing, bit hat, beard etc_, though now goes into those schools as a “regular face”
The Christian man spoke the least, the Jew spoke a little more, but mostly it was the Muslim man who spoke the most, reflecting I guess, the underlying interests of the audience to know more about Islam. Audience members raised issues such as the lack of female representation (they DO have women doing the program) and the lack of involvement of other religious traditions such as Buddhism (there’s a common interest in these three religions which believe in just one God) which challenged the notion of what they are doing, but mostly people were supportive of this initiative.
Overall it was an interesting evening, though not earth shattering. My favourite moment, however, was when the Jewish man spoke of going to the World Trade Centre, and upon seeing some graffiti which said “death to all Muslims” came to a conclusion. He said, at that point he realised the world could go in two directions, one of division or one of unity. Upon making this realisation he said he made a promise to God to work for unity. A very touching moment that led to a round of applause.
If you want to know more, here’s a link to a program about them, as featured on ABC TV.
“Who was Alan Harrington?”, I asked the waiter at the Charcoal Restaurant in Canberra last night. “I’ve never met him”, she told me, “But I’ve met his son. He came here from the age of one”, she added. According to the waiter, Alan Harrington lives in Queensland now, but was a regular at the restaurant for many years. He was obviously regular enough to warrant his own name stamp at the restaurant, which I was told today was one of the longest running restaurants in Canberra.
Allan Harrington
There was definitely an olde worlde feel about the Charcoal Restaurant, and that’s what probably attracted me to it in the first place. After work, I was sitting and having a glass of wine and eating some olives at a nearby bar. As I began to look for nearby places to eat, there was nothing which really excited me. Sure, there were restaurants with hats (or should have had hats according to some critics), but there were also restaurants which sounded a little dodgy. My favourite was one which described the drinks as being expensive, but that was okay since it “kept out the riff-raff”. Hehehe.
So I wandered around London Circuit, and upon discovering everything was reasonably busy, I settled for the less busy place. The place where a single man could go in, grab a table, enjoy a meal by himself, read a book, and not have to worry too much about things. That’s how I ended up at Charcoal. To my right there was a group of young blokes keen for a good steak ahead of a night out on the town. Also to my right, there was an Australian bloke and his English partner, along with her parents. In front of me there were a few couples. I didn’t get the impression they were people looking for a sophisticated night out on the town. It didn’t matter too much to me, because I just wanted a quiet meal. One of the waiters was very good, the older woman, though I thought the young bloke, probably a student, seemed a little naive.
The steak was good value. Large. Tasty. Very happy with it all, and I’d definitely recommend Charcoal Restaurant, though I’d note the wine list is reasonably expensive. “It’s popular with lawyers and barristers”, I was told today. I guess it keeps out the riff-raff :)
Steak at the Charcoal Restaurant
I’m home now, after a week of travel. When I went to Canberra on Tuesday night, it was cold and wet, and there was a fair bit of turbulence on the plane. On arriving home tonight, it was much the same, since there have been major storms and flooding in Sydney in the time since I’ve been away.
My other dining experience was at a Thai restaurant in Dickson which was very good, though I’m struggling to remember the name of.
I do, however, remember the name of the place I stayed. I won’t name it here, because that’s my style, though I will say it was on the outskirts of town. ABARE was on this week, so Canberra was pretty heavily booked. Thus, I found myself relegated to accommodation that was actually in NSW, which was nice enough, and had a good shower, had nice blankets etc. But on the downside, was on the fringe of 3g connection (1-bar), and had an unreliable taxi-service. Another woman I spoke to, who was also staying there complained about having to wait 30-45 minutes for pre-booked taxis. “That’s Canberra taxis”, I was told.
That was about the only downside on an otherwise lovely trip to the nation’s capital.
Flying home tonight from Canberra
Oh yeah, and the delays coming home tonight due to the wild weather in Sydney. Still, the people from Qantas were friendly and nice, and I think we all understood the reasons why. And of course, we were all a bit sloshed having spent an hour or two waiting at Canberra Airport.
I was sitting in the park opposite the Bourke Street Bakery earlier today. It was nice just to sit in silence and watch the only place outside the former Soviet Union where people still queue for bread. It was just a wonderful moment of peace, a moment of quiet in an otherwise busy few days.
After the excitement of seeing Dave Mason at The Basement on Wednesday night, I had another night out on Thursday for the Australian premiere of the new Barry Humphries show. It was a star-studded night with celebrities galore. We were seated next to Ed Phillips (Temptation) and just behind Karll Stefanovic, Michael Willesee Junior and Tina Bursill. OK, so they weren’t big celebrities, and a few of them did leave at intermission…
That a few people left at intermission didn’t surprise me, as the first half featured Les Patterson and Sandy (the old bloke) whose black and morose humour is in stark contrast to that of Dame Edna, and was probably not what the majority of punters were there to see. Even at intermission, I didn’t really get the sense of a buzz from the audience.
Surry Hills must be the only place outside the former Soviet Union where people queue for bread.
That Barry Humphries received a standing ovation at the end was, I think more out of respect for a life-long career – he’s been doing Dame Edna for 50 years than in recognition of a great show. I mean, I’m a big fan, and have been to quite a few Barry Humphries shows in the past, but I was a little disappointed.
The following day at work I was discussing this with some people who had been there who enjoyed the show much more than I did. When I admitted I was disappointed with the same old jokes, a colleague reminded me that when you go and see a band you know incredibly well you get angry if they DON’T do the same old songs, a fairly spurious argument in my view.
At the end of the night, Graeme and I went for a drink at the nearby Irish bar which regularly changes its name. We then wandered along the street where I pointed out the location of the hairdresser from hell and noticed the anti-shooting up blue light at the entrance of a nearby backpacker hostel. Oh Sydney, you have changed.
And then last night, Colin and I went to Sydney Theatre for the final in the current season of Up Close & Musical. The lead act was Simon Burke who I thought was absolutely tremendous, basing his act around the children’s television series, “Play School” in which he regularly features. There were love songs to Jemima and Humpty Dumpty and he sang “I Don’t Know How To Love Him” to Big Ted… “and I’ve had so many bears before in very many ways, he’s just one more”. You couldn’t help but laugh.
I kept an eye out for Tyson who was apparently there but didn’t see him. Not all that surprising as UC&M was well attended last night. Hopefully, it will be just as popular, if not more so, when it resumes at the Theatre Royal when “Company” opens in July.
It’s Wednesday night and I’m sitting at home having a glass of wine, although I should actually be at The Metro for the Chrissie Amphlett book launch. I would have gone, except that I’m a little tired after the last few days.
I’ve just spent the last three days in Newcastle, due to work. The work was good and interesting and it was great to catch up with some of my colleagues from around Australia. But it also gave me time to catch up with Kate, and we went out to pub trivia last night which was a load of fun. I really quite like Newcastle. The place has a reasonably good vibe about it. Mostly when I visit, due to Kate, I hang around with an artsy kind of crowd. But I also see, when visiting Newcastle, a pretty good cross-section of working class Newcastle. It remains a fairly working class Anglo town with thongs and shorts abounding. It’s a bit old fashioned in many ways. That’s probably why I like it!
In the last week I’ve also spent a bit of time exploring around Sydney. Last weekend, for example, I went for a look at the Danks Street galleries. The works that impressed me most were from a Korean artist who, mostly working in wrapping up small boxes and turning them into “relief paintings” (I think that’s the right phrase), had works which which were both visually outstanding, but also conceptually interesting. Nothing else at the galleries stood out for me, to be honest.
And then I wandered off to Moore Park. Knowing that IKEA was about to close, I thought it was a good idea to wander over to see if there were any bargains. There weren’t! Along the way, I wandered through the modern architectural monstrosity that Moore Park has become. Boxes, boxes, boxes. Plastic boxes at that. Moore Park is fast becoming worse than I expected it would. Modern day Eastern Bloc housing commission is the only way to sum up some of what I saw on the weekend. And I’m not being judgemental about the people, just about the business models that allow such architecture to develop.
The only other highlight from the last few days was catching up with Mark and Glen, as we celebrated Mark’s birthday at the Strawberry Hills Hotel. I’m too tired to write, so I’ll just quote Mark… Then I head over to Surry to meet up with James and Glen at the Strawberry Hills. It’s a lunchtime on a sunny Sunday morning and everything is peaceful in the city. James rocks up in his shorts and tells me about the virtues of watching cricket as I grimace at the big-screen TV and wonder. Then Glen brings me this little book called The Relevance of the Humanities which was the response of a bunch of Aussie academics to the impending HECS apocalypse in the 80s. Glen is also wearing shorts but it’s less of a thing with him. We have the famous Strawberry Hills lunch and chat on the veranda where the light is so bright that I almost fall of my seat.
That’s it, that’s all. Hopefully lots more to say on the weekend.
You know how it is. Sometime you go out for dinner, and you remember every detail of the food. The waiter goes into intricate detail about what’s on offer, where it came from, how it’s been prepared, and you savour every moment. Truly memorable.
Other times, you go out for dinner in a largeish group setting, and the food just “arrives”, thanks to the organisational skills of someone who is “in charge”. Sometimes the experience is memorable, other times forgettable.
Dinner at Mekong in Kensington Street fitted into the former category. Though I’d struggle to remember everything on the menu, the food we had was tasty and well prepared. Highly recommended.
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seven of us turned up. the usual ABBA DJ wasn’t there, so the bloke played the usual ABBA Gold and Hey Hey Helen. And one mega-mix.
But – big thing for us – no dance floor! so we were a bit stifled cos Louise and Sandra had turned up in disco gear, ready for a boogie. We all wanted to jump up and shake it.
We complained to the DJ on the way out and he explained he was a stand-in and they could have moved some tables for a space for dancing (they’d done that before). but that didn’t seem very satisfactory.
a great nite of chat and catch-up, though. missed u! x
seven of us turned up. the usual ABBA DJ wasn’t there, so the bloke played the usual ABBA Gold and Hey Hey Helen. And one mega-mix.
But – big thing for us – no dance floor! so we were a bit stifled cos Louise and Sandra had turned up in disco gear, ready for a boogie. We all wanted to jump up and shake it.
We complained to the DJ on the way out and he explained he was a stand-in and they could have moved some tables for a space for dancing (they’d done that before). but that didn’t seem very satisfactory.
a great nite of chat and catch-up, though. missed u! x