We went out for ice-cream last week to a place called 'Jock's Ice Cream' in Albert Part (the neighborhood north of us). Apparently, when Obama won the election in 2008, they came up with a flavor ('flavour') called 'Obamarama' that was a smash-hit. They didn't have any of that when we went, but we did get some scoops of a flavor called 'Triple X Chocolate' (not pictured). Here's another dessert, though:
That was the packaging, promising great things. The inside looked like this:
They were profiteroles in a chocolate sauce. Not bad, but it didn't quite live up to the packaging.
There's a small lemon tree in the back yard. It has produced two lemons so far. They were both very sweet - you could pretty much eat them straight. No pictures of those, though. But here's a bee pollinating some of the new blossoms on the tree:
We're starting to think that the basic premise of Melbourne is eating and drinking outside. There are sidewalk cafes everywhere (not pictured). But here's Naomi eating vegetarian dumplings by South Melbourne market:
So I'm auditing a class with a Famous Sociologist in order to woo him onto my dissertation committee. He is technically retired from U of Melbourne (apparently Australia has a mandatory retirement age for academics... sounds like a good policy to me...) and his examples are all from Australia. The class is on citizenship and human rights in sociological perspectives, but I think I've learned the most about Australian politics, especially policies towards Aboriginals, than anything else. Still going to woo him, though; I've now read four or five of his books and really do like him when he isn't pontificating on Australian misdeeds.
ReplyDeleteAnd that is my U of Melbourne story. And yes I have told him that I have a friend recently appointed to the philosophy department. :)
That is a good U of Melbourne story... good luck with the wooing!
ReplyDeleteWe've started getting a tiny bit more depth about Australian history. For such a lovely, livable place, the history has some very ugly chapters. I suppose that's true of most lovely, livable places, though.