In transit. Again.
Hello Internet, today is Wednesday, April 24th – the day before ANZAC Day – and I’m at Auckland International Airport.
For the North Americans, ANZAC Day is like Remembrance and Memorial Day. People buy fake poppies from people with donation buckets and wear them on their lapels (the poppies, by the way, are WAY more realistic in design than the North American poppy). It’s very similar to the Newfoundland tradition of Memorial Day, actually – it commemorates the day the ANZACs (the combined armies of Australia and New Zealand) got mowed down by the enemy in WWII. It also seems to be less of a big deal than Remembrance Day, but I will admit that my sense of this is based entirely on how many people do not wear poppies, and how the poppies are generally not transferred from jacket to shirt while indoors.
Anyhow, it’s been Quite A Week down here.
Wednesday of last week, New Zealand’s legislature formally legalized gay marriage and then burst into song.
Maurice Williamson, of the National Party, gave this TOTALLY EXCELLENT speech:
Williamson is going to appear on ellen (or has already… I’m not really “up on this”), presumably to talk about why gay marriage is a good thing. All of this renews my faith that politicians are, in fact, regular people who believe that they can make the world (or, at least, their municipality/province/country) a better place.
Because, you see, dear North American friends jumping with joy and hearts and rainbows about the totally excellent speech above, Maurice Williamson is the same guy who displayed a fundamental misunderstanding of science (or a fundamental disregard for researching stuff he doesn’t know about) by arguing against 3-D printers because they will allow drug dealers to print ecstasy unchecked. Yep. They’re going to PRINT ECSTASY, guys.
In other news, The Vagina Monologues was last weekend: a sold out, total success of a show.
And in other other news, since tomorrow is a public holiday, I am taking Friday off as well and going to visit some friends in Tasmania. Getting to Tasmania is something of a challenge, but I am looking forward to a day in Melbourne (while everything is closed, but I expect some nifty self-guided walking tours). I will spend almost 24 hours on a ferry during this trip, but I hope to spend most of them asleep, and I’ll be back home in time to get a good night’s sleep in before going back to work on Monday.
So, in summary: better fake poppies, vaginas and Tasmania. This is my life right now.