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AUSTRALIA

I was asked by my friend Melissa, a first-grade teacher outside of Seattle, to answer some questions her students had asked about Australia.  Why me?  Great question.  I'm the closest thing she has to an expert on hand since I lived there for a few months back in 2008.  Below are her students' questions and my responses.

Apologies to my Aussie mates.

How many sheep are in Australia?  (Sorry, I know I can Google it, but they want to ask you.)
Do they ride the sheep?
Do they have movie theatres [sic]?  (Specifically ones that show James Bond?  Seriously dying right now . . . the questions they come up with!!!)
When they get mad, do they butcher sheep?
Why do the sheep run on the road with the cars?
Why do they eat the kinds of foods we eat?  What do they eat that's different?
Do they have carnivals?
Do they have any zoos?
What do people do for a living?  (Most popular jobs!)

Dear Mrs. Brown's First Grade Class,

I'd be honored to answer these; I'll even type them in an Australian accent.  I'm sorry I didn't get to it earlier this arvo (afternoon), it's been chaotic day chockablock with the crazies.

How many sheep are in Australia?  While living in Australia, I never encountered any sheep!  However, I know from asking around with the locals that there are over 80 million sheep Down Under...more than any other country.

Do they ride sheep?  Yes they do.  And they do it in competitions much like our typical rodeos, in an event they call Mutton Busting. Usually the kids do their very best to stay on top of the sheep for more than eight seconds.

Yes Virginia,  they DO have movie theaters in Australia.  I saw Iron Man there.  And I called back to the states and spoiled the ending for a friend because I was a day ahead of him and it already debuted.  In Australian movie theaters, there aren't ads before the movies start and you actually select your seat when you buy your ticket (kinda like when you go to a football game).  Movies in Australia typically lag behind what is out in America by a month or more.  And sometimes they change the title of the movie.  In America we say, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but in Australia it's called Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles.  And yes, the latest James Bond movie, Skyfall was released in Australian theaters, but about two weeks after it came out here.

When Australians get mad, they don't butcher sheep.  They only butcher them for food.  When Australians get mad they wrestle crocodiles and listen to Men at Work or AC/DC to calm their nerves.

Sheep and kangaroos are everywhere in Australia.  And although I don't recall ever running across any wild sheep, I frequently had to stop the car because a kangaroo was in my way.  Sometimes I would see them on the golf course, and often with baby kangaroo in it's mommy's pouch.  I saw a fair amount of wallabies as well, which are smaller kangaroos.  The animals run on the roads so much because their habitat is shrinking.  More and more people are moving to Australia so the animals have fewer and fewer places to live, so sometimes you'll find them on the roads, hitch-hiking.

Foods!  Great question.  Know what they call hot dogs in Australia?  Snags.  They call 'em snags.  And they don't eat them in hot dog buns, they just use a piece of white bread with ketchup.  Weird right?  My favorite thing to eat in Australia were meat pies.  Sounds strange but they're brilliant.  I'd gladly pay $1,000 for one right now.  It's like a little pie, about the size of a large doughnut and it's filled with hamburger or sausage and other spices.  Sometimes you can get breakfast ones.  You put a little ketchup on them and eat them hot.  SOOO GOOD.  There's also Vegemite.  It's a byproduct of beer and they slather it on toast.  It's across-the-board DEE-SCUST-ING.  For the love of God, kids.  Say no to Vegemite.  And drugs.  Don't do drugs.

Australians love carnivals and fairs.  When I lived there in 2008, they were celebrating the anniversary of their hosting of the World's Fair about 20 years prior.  THAT'S how much they love celebrating.  They celebrate anniversaries of celebrations!  And they did it with a hovercraft parade.  How awesome is that?  Can you top it?  No.  You can't.  Unless you were watching a hovercraft parade while Back to the Future was playing on an outdoor screen in front of hundreds of people.  See!  I told you that sometimes it takes longer for movies to reach Australia.  Hovercraft parade!  Let that sink in.  Meditate on it for awhile.  So awesome.

Do they have zoos?  Are you serious?  Are you Yahoo Serious?  If you are, then you're already Australian and your movie career peaked in 1988 with Young Einstein (though some would argue that Reckless Kelly was his defining work in 1993).  Just north of Brisbane is none other than The Australia Zoo.  Steve Irwin's zoo.  You know Steve Irwin, right?  He and his family's TV show are responsible for more of my animal knowledge and spirit of conservationism than any other Australian TV show!  The zoo is huge, and many of the animals roam freely about it.  It's not unusual to see a wombat just walking by searching for food, or a zoo employee holding a dopey koala bear (side not, koalas are not bears, they are marsupials).  At the Australia zoo I also saw a giant reticular python that would have no problems eating a child and then going back to watching a rugby match.

What do you people do in Australia for work?  It depends on where they live.  Some are dentists in Sydney who keep expensive and exotic fish in their office (and sometimes they leave the window open and a pesky pelican bothers them).  Some people are eccentric crocodile poachers in Walkabout Creek in the Northern Territory who eventually fly to New York and marry Linda Klozowski (essentially ruining her career).  Some of them heartbreakingly blow a six-shot lead on Sunday the 1996 Masters.  But most of the citizens of Australia hold the same jobs that people here in America do.  They people I worked with were some of the hardest working and dedicated people I've ever known; but they also liked to have a good time after work.  They played in intesne Australian Rules Football leagues, they golfed, and they went surfing in the Pacific.

I hope this helps and I sincerely hope Mrs. Brown explains all these references to your young, budding minds that she's shaping like an exquisite clay vase.

ME TIME | BANDON DUNES, OR

On more than a few occasions -- Christmases mainly -- my lady has handed me an envelope containing a scorecard and gift card to a phenomenal golf course.  Thanks to her, I've enjoyed some of the best the sport has to offer.

The very best courses in the world may be just a half-day's drive from my doorstep. Bandon Dunes is home to four, count 'em four, courses that Golf Digest annually ranks in it's Top 100 Places to Play.  Last Wednesday, my Dad, his friend Jim and my buddy Mike and I set out to see what Bandon Dunes' newest course, Old Macdonald had to offer.  Incidentally, it's ranked #2 on the list of The Most Fun Courses by same publication.

I'm not much of a landscape photographer, but with my golf bag on my shoulder and my DLSR in my hand, I did my best to capture the adventure without getting penalized for slow play.

JEFF + ANNA + CO. | WHITE SALMON

Last week I had the privilege of creating some portraits of some of the brilliant people who make my office such an amazing place to work.  I was very excited to try to create genuine and revealing portraits of Jeff, Anna and their beautiful and growing family. 

I've known Jeff for a few years and he's one of the most intelligent, insightful and authentically funny people I've ever known.  Anna, while being the true brains of the operation, is also an incredible creator and purveyor of fine chocolates.  In a strange way, she's behind more successful apologies in my marriage then she knows.

Here are few of my favorite shots from last Friday.

MUSIC 101 | A CLASS TAUGHT BY MY KIDS

I recently dumped a bunch of Rockabye Baby albums onto my Apple TV for use when trying to lull the two-month-old to sleep.  If you're not familiar with Rockabye Baby, just try to envision your favorite music by Bob Marley, Tool, The Foo Fighters and Kanye all played on the glockenspiel and marimba.  Somehow it works, though it's an odd feeling to rock your baby to sleep whilst singing U2's "Sunday Bloody Sunday" or Green Day's "When I Come Around."   Who knows what kind of music this kid will be into someday.  

My oldest son is six and I'm constantly bewildered at his tastes.  Today he really wanted to hear the Back to the Future theme when I picked him up from school.  This lead to a lengthy discussion on the time-space-continuum as well as DeLoreans ("Does smoke and steam really come of the doors when they open?").  Last night I drove the kids to the bowling alley and they requested some indie stuff I'd been playing by The Lumineers, Foster the People and Of Monsters and Men.  And this is the really weird thing.  On the way home, they request Willoughby Wallaby Woo by Raffi.  
Not once.  
Not twice.  
About eight damn times in-a-row. 

Kids have zero sense of style and taste.  No one digs Mumford and Sons and Raffi with equal intensity like a child.  Have you listened to Raffi?  Of course you have.  We all grew up with a white Raffi cassette in our parent's station wagon.  And I'm here to tell you: Raffi is brutal.  It's an assault on your ears and probably violates a great many of your basic human rights.  Every Raffi "song" starts off with the exact same guitar chords and intro.  Play Name That Tune with Raffi.  I defy you to correctly name any of his songs in the first four seconds.  They're all the same -- and son of vondruke if they're not as catchy as anything you'll ever hear (incidently my favorite catchy commercial jingle right now can be found here -- it's amazing what you'll see on TV during a 2AM feeding).  It still astounds me that my kids will tell me to pick a new song because what I'm playing isn't rockin' enough, but they're still completely enthralled by Old McDonald.  All of which, I suppose is the essence and innocence of being a kid.  When you're a kid, you don't care what people regard as good music, and you don't worry about what other people like.  You enjoy whatever makes you move your feet or sings you to sleep.  It's kind of why I'm not a huge of fan of the term 'guilty pleasure.'  I like what I like, and so what if it's not cool.  
Huey Lewis ringtone: check.  
William Shatner's Has Been album on my iPhone: check.  
Girl Talk's All Day as the soundtrack to my office at work: absolutely.

Cool is overrated.

Thanks boys.