Wednesday, September 19, 2018

The Aussie Handbook


Preface
G’day, I’m here to teach you how to be a true blue Australian. This is a mixture of hard yakka, ‘aussie aussie aussie, oi oi oi’, Bunnings snags on a Saturday and Frank Walker from National Tiles.  
After reading this manual, you’ll be able to talk the lingo with your mates, track down a Shelia, and blend seamlessly into the stitch work of Australian Life.
*Note, this applies nationally, but some places, like Queensland and WA are dog’s breakfast, and follow their own set of formalities.

Chapter One- The Aussie Gene Pond
What does it mean to grow up an ‘aussie’? Most minds drift to a convict hand-me-down with that accent, a slur they reckon originated from being maggoted all the time.
You have to look far back to find where ‘Aussie’ DNA came from. If you’re blonde maybe you have some Scandinavian. If you have lithe long fingers maybe French. How you look might matter a little bit, but if you’re a mixer or a traveler, it doesn’t matter, so long as you know the words to ‘Wheels on the Bus’.  Australia thrives on its multiculturalism, and its banter. That means we have lots of people that live here, and we are still racist about it. But Aussies are laid back so don’t take it personal.

Chapter two- Making Mates
In Australia, we call not giving a shit ‘down to earth’. Calmly and politely not giving a shit is the epitome of being a man in Australia, that and being either surfy or bushy, which is why Chris Hemsworth is our choice for national dreamboat.
Being the ideal Aussie woman includes not taking anyone’s shit but being quiet about it.
We Aussies don’t give a shit so much that we don’t even need a government. We all reckon they’re pisspots and drongos. Bill Shorten looks like a cane toad, and Malcolm Turnbull looks like a muppet. They don’t do much except spend taxpayer’s money, decide to build shit and then backtrack, oh and finally legalize gay marriage, after a stupid plebiscite that half of us didn’t even vote on. We don’t vote unless there’s a sausage sizzle on.
You know an ‘Aussie’ is being authentic with you if they call you a cunt. If you get called mate, you’re being patronized, either because we reckon you’re a wacko, or we hate you.
Common phrases you might hear from an aggravated Australian:
‘Oi mate, can ya settle down?’
‘Oi mate use ya blinkers’
‘Oi mate, hows it goin? That bloke's a bloody wacko’
And of course, all manner of swear words. Aussies swear, just not to our Grandma’s.

Chapter Three- National Pastimes
There aren’t too many holidays we celebrate like we do with Australia Day. Especially if you came from the 80’s, you must have a great sense of national pride. You don’t want to go out and buy a new pair of thongs, or an esky, because that’s too commercial, but you might buy a sticker for your bumper, or a flag to proudly flap outside your house, might even wear it as a cape, because we are all superheroes, even though the Aborigines want their day back.
But hey, we still respect them and all that, like at the footy we make sure to include a smooth blend of their culture and our culture into our uniforms.
Footy is the next big topic, so study up. No sport is like footy, it unifies us as a country. Even if you don’t watch it, you’ve gotta have a team. If it’s Collingwood, you will have to endure jokes about not having teeth, so don’t pick them. Pick a team from a place where you feel resonates with you. The tiges, the bombers, the blues, the doggies, pick wisely and never change because changing teams is un-Australian.
Next get used to drinking. If you’re a bloke, you better learn to like Corona or Carlton Draught. If you’re a woman, you may also sample this masculine drink, but a Cruiser is probably more acceptable.
We love the drop. If you don’t drink then there must be something wrong with you.

Conclusion

Good on ya if you finished the manual. Remember above all, be yourself, but a quieter, less foreign version of yourself. Seeya out there.  



Research

Some writers research in order to write. I write in order to research topics that interest me. Especially if I can meet with other people, in forums from illness support groups to phone sex hotlines, and learn what people know best.

--Chuck Palahniuk




Inside the brain of a Nihongo Gakusee at all times


おはよう ございます (Hello)
                                                       
                                                        My name is….なまえ (Name?)
                                                                
                                                              なに  (What?)
                                                                                     
                                                                                        Can you speak Japanese?
                                            
                                                      Can you speak にほんご

いいえ ちょつと (No…a little)
                                                      
                                                 

 What is the value of knowing?
                                                                   
                                                    In オーストラリア? Nothing
                                                          
                                                                                                           In 北海道? Everything.

              
                   In writing? In ぶんがく? (わたし せんこう ぶんがく です。そお です か。)


いい
(Is good)
                              No
              いいえ
                                                                Is fun?
                               はいそおです




                           ....Still. By no means sensei. Still, you understand a little bit?









Shhh

There can be a great value in silence. Silence makes people uncomfortable, especially around here, wherein our culture silence doesn’t indicate politeness or respect, it indicates a wrongness, a judgment, an alien. It’s rude to not make small talk, it’s rude not to answer. It’s rude to keep to yourself.
Cate Kennedy, in her collections of short stories, wrote brilliantly on it. In Dark Roots, she published a story called ‘Angel’, which was about an immigrant who understood the silence, let it guide her into our country, and how it ultimately lets her down.
Silence is valuable though. When you are silent, you have the opportunity to really listen to the world around you. When you are quiet, the noise comes singing back to you. When you say nothing, someone feels as though they have to say everything. The unease bites them in the ass and they spill everything that you might want to know about them in one big mouthful.

Silence is scary, and people hate it, but you can use it as a tool. Sharpen the silence and aim well, and people will tell you volumes about their lives. It can send a message. It can end a relationship. It can be the beginning of love. It can be the end of it. 




Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Bio

Georgia Couchman is a 20-year-old mess of a creative writing student from RMIT University.  She is in her second year of her bachelor’s degree. Georgia likes her literature like she likes her wine, bitter and cheap. Most of what she reads is found second hand, but she prefers to read romance and horror, or something that combines the two. Her two literary heroes are Stephen King and Charlotte Bronte, but she reveres anyone with a book to their name. She has written and edited posts for NERDS4LIFE, a blog exploring current pop culture trends. She spends many of her nights pretending to know how to use a typewriter, forgetting to drink her tea, and annoying her pet cats Mac and Luna.