Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Being Australian

With yet more visitors arriving from North America, somehow the discussion came around Australian history and personality traits.
There is material enough 'out there' to fill books - nay, libraries - with answers to the question of what it means to be an Australian. And I've only got 5 minutes, so here are a few suggestions instead, summarised today:
  • laid-back
  • hard-working
  • bigoted
  • relaxed
  • non-judgemental
  • self-deprecating
  • jingoistic
  • ...some I've forgotten.
Notice some of these appear contradictory, and of course, like any culture there are the stereotypes and there are others' perceptions of reality. Because it is a subjective issue, there is probably no reality.

I just found some others' thoughts, and one that I like and can relate to, is an attachment to the land/countryside. I'm a city-based Anglo-Saxon, so I won't claim this attachment is close to that apparently grokked by the indigenous people of Australia, or even Anglo-Saxon farmers and country people who get their hands dirty every day in dry soil. But it's there nonetheless. I sense it every time I walk into my backyard and watch gum leaves shower down over the immovable sandstone boulders at the top of the lawn...

Anyway, here are those references:
1. "Fora": The follow-on comments here are interesting, but will soon lose most outsiders as they shift into discussions of historic cricket personalities.
2."Nobody Important": Apparently an ex-pat now living in Vancouver, and the source of the 'land' reference. He/she points to other bloggers too - one is mostly pics, and to see the Australian stuff you've got jump down past the kittens!

1 comment:

Len Bass said...

Google put the following ad on this ost:

http://www.deagostini.com.au/australian/film-collection.htm

What are people's recommendations about Aussie movies?

I saw one by Peter Carey last year about retiring to the jungle in Queensland - I don't remember the name. It was kind of like Peter Carey's books - interesting but too serious and too long.

I also saw one on Frank Sinatra's visit in the 70's. Again, I don't remember the name. That one was fun. There was a wonderful scene with Bob Hawke - at the time the head of a labor union - sunning himself on the patio and ignoring phone calls calling on him to call off his strike that would keep Sinatra from performing.