04 July 2014

Iggy Pop at the Crystal Ballroom

2 July 1983
23 years old
Melbourne
Decided to go to Iggy Pop (at the Crystal Ballroom). Felt I should, but didn’t quite feel like it. Glad I did though. He was fabulous. C, D and I picked up Rebecca and we all went along. The crowd was super fake and dressed up. It was packed. Saw people I knew – strange not seeing them more often. Davin, Kira, Tony, Julian, Mark, Lorelle, Brice, John.
Iggy Pop was fantastic but it was SO hot and crowded and PUSHY. I could only stay at the front for four songs. I felt that if I stayed longer, I’d never leave there alive. But those four songs were totally great, so well delivered, and the atmosphere matched them perfectly.
Pushed my way out. I was shaking. C and I found each other, she escaped after two songs. We went downstairs for a drink and then watched (or listened) to the rest of the set from the back.

Thank you to Mary at Rocklust Photography for the amazing pic of Iggy. You can order your own copy of this or other fab rock pics through her website. Or follow this link to her blog.

08 June 2014

Good-bye Models

Andrew Duffield and Sean Kelly from Models

Mark Ferrie and John Rowell from Models 
8 June 1981
21 years old
Melbourne
Public holiday, but I woke up at 7.00!! and went to Tullamarine [airport] with Sue and Sally to see MODELS off. Picked up little Paul on the way. Met Cathy, Petrina, N and L there. Had a mental time. Spoke to Buster and Andrew a little. 
In the evening met Petrina and C in town and went to see SYI but found them not to be playing! Extremely disappointing. Went to Martinis for 5 minutes of Article.

02 June 2014

Central Australia Odyssey

A year ago we were on our Central Australia Odyssey. When we got back I did a post on the drive up, on Uluru and Kata Tjuta, but never got further. Today (some time later!) I continue with diary extracts from Kings Canyon.

Me, and Ali in the distance (up ahead)
Headed off to do the Kings Canyon Rim Walk after breakfast. 6km in 4 hours. Rated moderate to hard; but for me, the hardest physical thing I've ever done. Began with a set of steep steps up up up. Started off taking lots of pics but as the hours passed and the day grew warmer, I lost the will to photograph. It was all very rugged and beautiful. So glad I did it.
Afterwards, drinks at The Thirsty Dingo!

A sign at our camping ground

A reminder for overseas visitors

Beautiful, cool pools of water in the gullies

Mind the gap!

Isn't this tree just so beautiful!

The Canyon

27 May 2014

Melbourne Northside Southside Divide

Contented cow

Huge hedge, house in Abbotsford
Melbourne is divided, as many cities are, by a river. Northside, where I grew up, has traditionally been more working class; Southside, a bit more well-to-do. Our family moved south of the river when I was almost 14, so I feel connected to both sides. Now I live almost on the border - a 10 minute walk to the Yarra River.
On Sunday we went exploring. The area near the river is part bushland, part industry. There is the brewery, with the tower that I keep posting pictures of on Facebook, as well as other factories. But there is also a farm, the Collingwood Children's Farm with cows and pigs and bees. Apart from the not-so-distant view of city buildings, you could be miles from anywhere.
We have bush and city on our doorstep, the best of the North and the South! All these pictures, taken on Sunday, are within a couple of kilometres from our home.
Victoria Park station, rail bridge

Piggy has a couple of little friends

Wonderful old painted signage

Coffee!! in the sun, from Jr Morse

Spire and sun, Abbotsford Convent

21 May 2014

Reasons to be cheerful

54 years old today! But there will be no moaning and complaining. Though I'm no longer young or thin. I am happy and well, and most importantly I am here. I have friends who haven't made it to this age, and others who are in poor health. 

Today I embrace my wonderful life, and count my blessings. In fact I will make a list:
1. My daughter & my adoring and adorable husband
2. My amazing parents. I'm so thankful that they are both still around
3. My siblings, who are also my friends; and my extended family
4. My friends, some I have had for 40 years! others for as "little" as 10
Thank you all, for being you. As Oscar Wilde said, "Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."
5. This beautiful Autumn day

I am indeed blessed.
Love to you all,

Hariklia

19 May 2014

Pontian Genocide Remembrance Day

I have been looking into my family history for a while now. It is linked to many of the great themes of our time: the movement and displacement of people, and the notion of home and of belonging. My parents are the children of refugees and I am the child of migrants. No one has belonged securely to a place since my great grandparents' time.
The more I learn about the murder and exodus of Christian Greeks, like my grandparents, from Anatolia or Asia Minor (modern day Turkey), the more my stomach turns. (There is a wealth of evidence for the Turks' crimes against humanity, including newspaper articles from the time from around the world, with headlines such as "Turks' Insane Savagery", "10,000 Greeks Dead" and "More Turkish Atrocities".)
The word Genocide was coined in 1944 to describe the killing of large numbers of unarmed, innocent people. We all know what terrible set of events this word refers to, but how many of us know about the "trial run" the "blueprint" of this genocide? From about 1914 to 1923 an estimated 2.75 million Armenians, Assyrians and Greeks were killed, either outrightly murdered, starved to death or sent on death marches.
The word Holocaust originates from two Greek words meaning completely burnt. Well before the Jewish Holocaust, this word was used to describe the horrors and burnings that were carried out in Asia Minor.
The Lincoln Daily Star (article), October 19, 1917.
The worst part of all of this, for me, is the genocide denial that exists to this day; that is aggressively perpetuated by the Turkish Government. Let me make it very clear that I have no gripe against Turkish people. The ancestors of these people and my ancestors lived peacefully together in Asia Minor for centuries. But just as ordinary people here in Australia voiced concern over the treatment of Indigenous people, when their appalling treatment by colonisers was unacknowledged by our government, so too should the people of Turkey demand acknowledgement from their government for the Asia Minor Catastrophe.
Did you know that the Australian Government does not recognise the Christian Genocide of Asia Minor? Our government is held to ransom by Turkey, which threatens to deny access to Gallipoli, should the brutal murder and torture of Anatolian Christians ever be acknowledged. By the way, the name Gallipoli is derived from the Greek for "Beautiful City".
In fact, "The Turkish Government is making genocide denial a primary foreign policy objective, spending millions of dollars in pursuit of a false and dangerous historical revisionism through the outright purchase of scholars and university chairs within our nation's (the USA's) most prestigious universities."*
Today, the 19th of May, is Greek Genocide Remembrance. Today I reflect on how lucky all four of my grandparents were to get out alive. They left their homeland, a place Greeks had lived in for thousands of years, and made new lives for themselves in mainland Greece. In the next generation, my parents left Greece for Australia. Their plan was to work for a few years, make some money and return "home". Almost 60 years later, here we all are in Australia: children, grandchildren and my amazing parents Sophia and Panayiotis. We owe it to them and their parents, and to all our ancestors to remember the truth of where we came from.

*"Before the Silence", researched and edited by Sofia Kontogeorge Kostos, Gorgias Press 2010, p. 22.

08 May 2014

My Mum

Reposting this for Mothers Day 

I don’t think a child can fully appreciate their parents until they become a parent themselves. Well I certainly never did, and seeing as I didn’t becoming a mother until I was almost 41, it left my own mother somewhat in the cold for quite a long time.

Five Things About my Mother, Sophia
• I never appreciated how difficult her life was as I was growing up. She left all her family and migrated to the other side of the world. Over the last 50-odd years she has only seen her mother (now deceased), sisters and brothers a handful of times.
• She wanted to become a doctor but was thrown out of university due to the political convictions of her family. This was due to the aftermath of the Greek Civil War.
• She has been a feminist role model for my sister and I, although she would never call herself that. She brought us up to believe we could do and be anything we wanted to be.
• She is and always has been a lioness, she defends our family with supernatural fierceness.
• She used to frighten me, but has mellowed over the years. These days she is a very sweet mum and yiayia (grandmother).

One more thing: Happy Mothers Day Mum – I love you! x