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Today marks 225 years since The First Fleet arrived at Sydney Cove to claim Aboriginal land for themselves. To claim Aboriginal land to build prisons to cage their convicts. With the aid of superior weaponry, foreign diseases and slavery, so began yet another shameful branch of European history.

I don’t acknowledge Australia Day as a celebratory day for this very reason. Not that my boycott does any good. Non-indigenous people shrug all that history off like it’s is no big deal and literally say, “they need to get over it and move on”. But it’s only been a couple of hundred years since the hostile upheaval of Aboriginal life began. It hasn’t even been 40 years since the last children of the stolen generations were ripped from their homes and either taken to orphanage camps, or given white families to be stripped of their culture and raised in white society as white children who grow up to marry white people and make white babies to make the whole country monotone and white. Humans value ancestral history and people can’t always recover and forgive as easily as “just getting over it”.

I’m not writing this feel good about myself. I’m not saying that I speak for Aborigines or that know what life is like for them. I’m just saying that I am finally educating myself and becoming familiar with the issues and I am on their side in this battle for true racial equality. I wish I could somehow return everything that their people have lost in the process of European colonisation and that the government would just shut the fuck up already and treat Aborigines with the god damn respect everybody deserves, change the flag and move Australia Day to a date far away from January 26th (among many other things, but let’s start there, shall we?).

Dear Shantaur,
This is my cameratic failure to capture the beautiful country scenery visible from my father’s deck. It doesn’t help that Summer has arrived and made the grass a whispy blonde rather than vivid green. The green on the ground is grape vines. My dad lives on the cusp of ye olde Barossa wine country. He always has a lot of wine. I had to use a couple of filters to bring out a little detail. Someday I hope to capture its beauty. I wish my eyes could take the photo instead.
Love from Breannasaurolophus.
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Dear Shantaur,
This is my cameratic failure to capture the beautiful country scenery visible from my father’s deck. It doesn’t help that Summer has arrived and made the grass a whispy blonde rather than vivid green. The green on the ground is grape vines. My dad lives on the cusp of ye olde Barossa wine country. He always has a lot of wine. I had to use a couple of filters to bring out a little detail. Someday I hope to capture its beauty. I wish my eyes could take the photo instead.
Love from Breannasaurolophus.
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Dear Shantaur,

This is my cameratic failure to capture the beautiful country scenery visible from my father’s deck. It doesn’t help that Summer has arrived and made the grass a whispy blonde rather than vivid green. The green on the ground is grape vines. My dad lives on the cusp of ye olde Barossa wine country. He always has a lot of wine. I had to use a couple of filters to bring out a little detail. Someday I hope to capture its beauty. I wish my eyes could take the photo instead.

Love from Breannasaurolophus.

weedporndaily:

Instagram Hashtags Help Aussie Police Crack Down on Marijuana

Police are cracking down on illegal grow-ops and marijuana possession in Australia right now, thanks in part to the help of snap-happy potheads who flag their Instagram photos with tags like #aussiestoners #weedstagram and #oznugs.

A Victoria Police spokesman warned this week that “online dopes” would be tracked and prosecuted through photo-sharing websites, and would face hefty penalties if caught.

“Anyone who posts images of this nature may find themselves subject to a criminal investigation should there be evidence of possession or cultivation of drugs of dependence or illicit substances,” the spokesman told the Herald Sun, a Melbourne-based tabloid.

EVIL!

Zero’s breath is rank.

But he’s all cuddly. Betty’s ready to settle down.

It was spitting outside. It made it a little hard to look at the sky without being spat in the eye with evaporated cloud water. Garry mentioned something about expected storms. He said he’d be driving home amidst the best of it. The Bureau of Meteorology says 90% chance of rain, and lightning coming into the early hours of this/Thursday morning. I’m a wee bit excited. I’ll happily turn off the ninjawebs and watch a movie or just sit at the back door and see the nature of the oxygen we breathe happen.

It seems like it’s going to be a beautiful day tomorrow. 95% chance of rain, thunder in the afternoon! I think the doggies feel it in their bones. They’re ready for shelter. This could cause Zero pee issues. Desperation to stay inside will bring the scent of heavy Zero urine on the house. He is a sneaky puppy. But I feel ready for it. As long as we get to grocery shop on Friday. I need to cook Garry bangers and mash and make him dessert to thank him for dinner the other night.

Perfect weather is perfect. Antisocial weather is perfect. I wonder if I can get Garry to stop off for cuddle time comfort foodz … is that awful of me?

I hope to have some photos to show after the week is done. DON’T DISAPPOINK ME WEATHER!

Oh and congratulations and good tidings to those affected by the Melbourne. I remember the last Adelaide quake. My housemate and I were talking in the kitchen and we heard the window start to vibrate. We didn’t feel anything. I don’t know what I thought it was but minutes later when Marcus went onto Facebutt, we saw everybody talking about an earthquake. That’s when I caught up. Marcus was over the moon. So we made an interprative photo montage of our earthquake story. We were so proud of that. May I share? I think I’m going to share. It’s long. I’ll do a read more:

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joyfulpantsofbuttlol:

This is Jacek Koman. You may remember him as the unconscious Argentinian from Moulin Rouge, or as Ivan, the bartender from Australia. I think Baz Luhrmann likes him. So do I.
I find him and his growly, Vysotsky style of voice incredibly attractive. Someday I would like see him perform with his band, VulgarGrad. Golly, they’re pleasing.

Just saying.
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joyfulpantsofbuttlol:

This is Jacek Koman. You may remember him as the unconscious Argentinian from Moulin Rouge, or as Ivan, the bartender from Australia. I think Baz Luhrmann likes him. So do I.

I find him and his growly, Vysotsky style of voice incredibly attractive. Someday I would like see him perform with his band, VulgarGrad. Golly, they’re pleasing.

Just saying.

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