Thursday, May 31, 2007

a decade without saying sorry

Saturday, May 26th, 2007, marked the tenth anniversary of National Sorry Day in Australia. However, those who have waited patiently for an official apology to Aboriginals from Prime Minister John Howard and the Commonwealth (federal) Government of Australia are still waiting.

Dawn over the 348-metre high, 3.6 kilometre long Uluru (Ayers Rock), which is a seat of deep cultural significance for the Anangu Aboriginal people and generally considered Australia's most famous tourist attraction. Photograph by Ayres no graces and licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 License.

In Spring 1997, the damning conclusions of the "Bringing Them Home" report - which investigated the coerced separation of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families in a misguided policy of assimilation that continued into the early 1970s - were released. Flatly denouncing Australian state, territorial and federal governments for what it considered genocide, the 689-page report attracted a flurry of media attention and became one of the biggest national stories of the year.

A total of 54 recommendations were tabled. These included the payment of reparations to victims, facilitation for rehabilitation and reconciliation, the observation of an annual "Sorry Day," and a simple apology from Australian governments and other involved agencies.

On May 26, 1998, one year after the report was presented to Federal Parliament, the first National Sorry Day was "celebrated." In a touching, grassroots display of compassion and unity, tens of thousands of Australians of all ethnicities came together in events across the country to acknowledge the harm inflicted on the Aboriginal people ...

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Felix (a.k.a. me) is a regular contributor to Ethical Traveler, a project of the San Francisco-based Earth Island Institute.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

dump it, springfield

Hello, Chairman Mao! Apparently, the People's Revolution has reached the dumpster behind my apartment building.

"Dear baby, welcome to Dumpsville. Population: You!"

For some reason, the above photo reminds me of that gem of a Homer Simpson quote ... now that's breaking up with someone. What's your favourite Simpsons' quote of all-time?

Wherever you are, hope you're enjoying your Sunday May evening.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

freehand circles

When I was a kid, I would try to draw crayon circles freehand, only to get frustrated when they inevitably turned out crooked.

The editor says: "Shoot Oly." (2007). While my bank account pays the price, starfish and waffles should benefit from my new camera ... and the long-neglected dingobear photography, doubly-so.

Through the quiet of this May long weekend, I've had extended time to think and, for me, that's never a good sign. Reflecting on my last 5+ years in Edmonton, I see now that I'm about to close another imperfect circle ... and it's not a good feeling. At some point here, I'm going to start running out of crayon.

To make myself feel better, I ran out and bought a brand new camera.

I feel better.

One of the first pictures from my new Olympus E-410. (2007). The African violets in the photo above have bloomed for me nine months a year for five years, which is nothing short of a miracle since I'm usually a death knell for houseplants.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

hey saturday sun

In the narrow alleyways of Stockholm's Gamla Stan, the rising Saturday sun is just around the corner. (2005). This year, there are no cupcakes, as I turn 29.