Dear Greg,

Dear Greg,

Today Fairfax Australia proposed to cut 125 jobs, which is 1 in 4 current employees. You intend to save 3 billion dollars with these cuts.

My dad is a current employee of Fairfax. My uncle worked for Fairfax for the duration of his career. I have grown up knowing they take their responsibility to ensure Australians are informed, educated and empowered by media very seriously. We sat around kitchen tables with weekend papers, and fought furiously over quizzes. In a blissful time before technology, I remember a time where the newspaper delivered the news (and where we could be free from connection before it arrived). (Disclaimer: Unless the television was on, I’m 31).

Whilst budgets are budgets and finances are finances, I wonder about your sense of responsibility to Australian societies.

Is it the wish of Fairfax media that people disconnect completely from the on goings of the world around them? They they cannot access stories of the world they live in? What about the people who don’t have tablets, or laptops, or mobile phones. Or the people who don’t have broadband or WiFi? People deserve to tell their stories, and people deserve to be told them.

Find your dollars elsewhere Greg, because you’re risking far too much, and a future without good journalism is bleak. And all black. No grey.

Olivia

 

 

 

Hobart to Darwin

Once upon a few years ago, when we were driving back from Darwin adventures to friends and family home comforts we spent the night in Tenant Creek.

I’ve always wondered about Tenant Creek and what it must be like to be truly in the middle of nowhere. (It’s got a population of about 3000 people and is 990km from Darwin and 500km from Alice Springs). When we got there we found a pretty rough, remote and dry battle ground. It was dusty and dry, and a little bit nerve wracking.

In the camp kitchen we met three Japanese tourists. Two were cooking delicious smelling vegetables and rice with tuna and soy. One was eating a loaf of white bread worth of spam and cheese sandwiches. Following the creeping of the meal preparation, the three took themselves to their tents for afternoon naps. Given the incredibly hot Northern Territory sun and the burning capacity of a midday tent we were perplexed by this. They had little tents, and bikes. Not very smart bikes, but very well equipped bikes.

The campground was abuzz with not so hushed whispers of the trios incredible adventure. They were riding their bikes from Hobart to Darwin. HOBART TO DARWIN. And they had made it to Tenant Creek. Not expecting the extreme heat, they would sleep during the day and ride at night. With road trains and kangaroos and snakes and whatever other terrifying things lurk around in the desert in the dark.

When we awoke in the morning, sure enough they were gone. Tents and biked pedaled away into the dark starry night.

I’ve done plenty of googling around to try and find if they made it but there’s nothing to be found. I’m pleased Richie was there that night, or I may have thought it was a hot long bike riding dream.

 

But WHY Geelong?

A few years ago, I’m sure this was a justified question. These days, it’s a simple lame response of “but why NOT?”

This Lass and her Lad returned to the home of the Victorian beaches for a few reasons, its proximity to the coast a crucial consideration and the short drive to our families another. We knew (all the way from Darwin) thanks to the regular stalking of social media that it’s coffee culture was getting cool (King of the Castle deserves a MEDAL for their Instagram excellence) but we had no idea just HOW cool.

Coming to my little excited taste bud driven mind right now are a few favorites:

The Dirty Rascal and King of the Castle are cool friendly spaces with delicious staple store porridge, croissants and hipster staff, not to mention macrame gold fish. We miss ‘She’s a Wildflower’ there, but she’ll be a treat in our flower dreams again.

The Geelong West Social Club has been in our lives for approximately three weeks, and is already looking like it really is the place to go to be social, fed and caffeine watered.

Geelong Fresh Foods of course provides a mecca of inspiration when the eating and treating is to be had at home.

Born and Bread Bakehouse is like a real life lolly shop for grown up Lassies (except for those on the Atkins diet of course). But you should just join the cool kids in the lolly shop and trash that diet.

Tulip is a BEAUTIFUL treat that you would travel miles on a unicorn for.

The Bloody Mary at Zigfrids?! Well why WOULD you go anywhere else? (It’s got CLAMATO JUICE, CLAMATO!)

There’s more more and more to come, which is why it was necessary to start jotting down the thoughts of eating and treating in and around Geelong, it’s far too exciting not to share.

O. xX