Surry Hills 88: overgrown

This week’s featured archive post: November 2008. Newer posts just below.

First, this is just to prove that I have been nurturing the plants M put in last Thursday…

… and then, it is amazing how the tree has grown lately…

October – stats up but not amazingly…

… except maybe English/ESL, which I have been neglecting of late I fear. Time for some new posts there.

Here’s Sitemeter’s view.

English/ESL

Floating Life blogs

Neil’s Sydney on Blogspot

According to WordPress:

• English/ESL: 14,835 views in October compared with 9,832 in September.
• Floating Life: 5,109 views compared with 4,817.
• Neil’s Sydney Photo Blog:  1,264 views compared with 1,362.
• Ninglun’s Specials: 1,610 compared with 1,475.
• Floating Life 4/06 to 11/07: 2,416 compared with 2,442.

Most popular posts in October

• English/ESL: Essay writing: Module C “Conflicting Perspectives" 1,746 views
• Floating Life: How good is your English? Test and Answers 395 viiews
• Neil’s Sydney Photo Blog: Surry Hills: new community centre and library nearing completion 36
• Ninglun’s Specials: 10. But is it art? Responses to the Bill Henson controversy 261
• Floating Life 4/06 to 11/07:  Two Australian poems of World War II 269

How went September?

WordPress stats

The Floating Life blogs

• The photoblog went up last month: 1,360 views compared with 1,166 in August.
• Floating Life was down: 4,814 compared with 6,020 in August.
• Floating Life 4/06 ~ 11/07: 2,441 compared with 2,421.
• This blog: 1,746 compared with 1,226

English/ESL

• Down last month but still good: 9,831 compared with 14,886. Few posts lately, I must admit.

Sitemeter stats

• The Floating Life blogs: 9,295 visitors yielding 11,469 page views. August: 8,992 and 11,430.
• English/ESL: 7,185 visitors yielding 9,459 page views. August: 9,417 and 14,586
• Neil’s Sydney on Blogspot: 217 visitors yielding 352 page views. August: 340 and 478.

10 most visited posts on Floating Life in September

1. How good is your English? Test and Answers 326 views
2. Australian poem 2008 series #17: "Australia" 177
3. Dispatches from another America 99
4. Maurice O’Riordan’s view on nude children as art 97
5. The Great Surry Hills Book Clearance of 2005 92
6. Conflicting perspectives 82
7. Australian poem: 2008 series #8 – Indigenous 72
8. Sydney turns red: dust storm blankets city 68
9. To Wollongong with Sirdan — more than the usual Sunday lunch 53
10. Delia Malchert – Migraine Aura – Scintillating Scotoma 51

Nostalgia on D-Day — 2001

Starting last Sunday I have been looking back, though I’ve not yet turned into a pillar of salt. As I mentioned on Monday I have found a back-up of quite a few of my old posts from Diary-X and elsewhere. This is one I haven’t seen for years!

Really old followers of my blogs – not all of them old in years though – will recall my discovery of textures and flashing bars, even if mine were of course in good taste.

This one takes me back to Sutherland.

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Nostalgia on D-Day
From my June 2001 diary

I have been thinking a lot about nostalgia lately. Today I propose to indulge in it; later I will subject nostalgia to critique. While nostalgia is a strong element in my own personality, and while I even derive pleasure from it, particularly when sharing it with that rarity, an appreciative audience, I am aware it has its dangers too, may personally be a weakness and in political terms a millstone.

But, to indulge.

Let me run back my decades for you, first in a public context, then when I have reached my target, some impressions of a more personal nature.

1991: Australia has 17,000,000 people (19,000,000 now). The Australian Republican Movement is launched, and a gunman shoots seven people at Strathfield Mall. I am working at the beginning of the year at Wessex College of English, later back at SBHS. I live in George Street Redfern with M, Philip and Michael, then in Little Everleigh Street Redfern with M.
1981: Australia has 15,000,000 people. Malcolm Fraser is Prime Minister. I have just moved back to Sydney (Glebe) and am working at Fort Street High. John Hawke (aged 16), Rob Duffy (aged 19), Lyneve Rappell (aged 17) and I start the poetry magazine Neos: it runs until 1985. I live alone.
1971: Australia has 13,000,000 people. The dreadful Billy McMahon is Prime Minister. We are heavily involved in the Vietnam War. I have just started working at Illawarra Grammar School, Wollongong and am living at Dapto, then West Wollongong. My parents have moved in with me. My friend S. first met me at this time. My God, we have known each other for 30 years!
1961: Australia has 10,600,000 people. Very few of them are Asian. Robert Menzies is still Prime Minister. Patrick White’s Riders in the Chariot wins the Miles Franklin Award; ABC-TVFour Corners begins with the terribly British- sounding Michael Charlton anchoring. Trams stop running in Sydney. I am in Arts II at Sydney University, 17-18 years old, and a member of the Evangelical Union. I am studying English (including Anglo-Saxon), Modern History (sitting next to the present Minister for Immigration) and Education I. I live in Oyster Bay Road, Como, with my parents. I sneak looks at the boy next door and hate myself for it.
1951: This is my target. Ah, the 1950s. No TV, baths heated by a wood-burning boiler. No refrigerator, though our neighbour had one. "The iceman cometh" weekly. Milk arrives in bulk and is ladled into whatever receptacle we take out to the milkman, who arrives by horse and cart, as does the baker.

The corner shop, Marshalls, sells biscuits in bulk; you have them put into a brown paper bag. There are two types of cheese, "block" cheddar and processed. There are basically three types of cold meat: ham, corned beef and devon. Chicken is eaten only at Christmas, and the rooster involved has its head cut off by my father and, horribly, runs round the yard without its head. His harem supplies our eggs. Our neighbour two houses away has a cow, which kept me supplied with milk during war-time shortages. My brother’s horse, Lassie, sometimes lives in the next-door yard, a Canadian war-bride whose war-traumatised alcoholic husband has just died. When Lassie is in our own yard, she has a habit of coming though the back door and sticking her head into the kitchen until my mother gives her sugar. Peter the Kelpie dog observes all this wisely. This is Sutherland, outer suburban Sydney, seventeen miles from the Harbour Bridge.

Royal National Park near Sutherland in the late 1920s or early 30s. It didn’t look all that different in the early 1950s — and my grandfather and some neighbours had cars like those!

My brother is 16 and is an apprentice carpenter. The local girls find him very attractive; at the moment he seems to prefer the horse. My sister is 11; I am 7-8. I remember us getting a special book from Mr Menzies (all school-children did) because Australia was 50 years old.

That began my political education.

My mother has the local wives in for a cup of Bushell’s Tea. They address each other as Mrs Mack and Mrs Doyle and Mrs W. Everyone is an Anglo; some fairly suspect people are Catholics and have statues in their houses, or so we have heard.

Sunday nights in winter we listen to the radio and make toast by holding it on a fork in front of the lounge-room fire. It is rather nice.

I still like to eat toast and listen to the radio on Sunday nights, but do not have a lounge-room fire. And then read.

Mr Menzies is Prime Minister, although the High Court found his Communist Party Dissolution Act invalid, and the Labor-dominated Senate blocked his banking legislation, leading to a double dissolution and an election. Australia has 8,5000,000 people. Over 90% of them are still Anglo-Celtic.

King George VI is on the throne, and crackers are let off on Empire Day, bonfires lit. The neighbourhood seem to spend weeks building the fire on a vacant lot down the road.

In a year George VI and my sister will both be dead.

In 2050 Australia will be 50% Anglo-Celtic. M and M may both be alive then, M2 almost certainly. M2 will be a decade older than I am now.

Weeping like a child for the past

D H Lawrence’s poem "Piano" is as powerful an enactment in words of nostalgia as I know. Like sentimentality or grief, it is a quality that defines us as human; to be without it is to be less than human. Like those, it is also dangerous, or can be. It is instructive sometimes to check a dictionary, in this case the latest Shorter Oxford:

nostalgia | n. L18. [mod.L (tr. G Heimweh homesickness), f. Gk NOSTOS + algos pain: see -IA1.] 1 Acute longing for familiar surroundings; severe homesickness. L18. 2 Regret or sentimental longing for the conditions of a period of the (usu. recent) past; (a) regretful or wistful memory or imagining of an earlier time. E20. b Cause for nostalgia; objects evoking nostalgia collectively. L20.

2 A. TOFFLER This reversion to pre-scientific attitudes is accompaniedby a tremendous wave of nostalgia. Country Life Nostalgia for a worldof Norfolk jackets, muttonchop whiskers, penny-farthing bicycles. A. BROOKNER She alone remembers her father with nostalgia for his benevolent if abstracted presence. b P. DE VRIES Her potato bread was sheer mouth-watering nostalgia.
Also nostalgy n. (rare) M19.*

The earlier use confirms my feeling that nostalgia can be a form of grief. Migrants, I am told, especially involuntary ones such as refugees, spend their lives going through the stages of grief over and over again, even when on the surface they may appear settled. In a sense we are all migrants, and our home country is childhood, or some warmer world than the present, which may be a world of imagination. I am a nostalgic person, and it is my own childhood that draws me, or even my mother’s childhood, a more bucolic world or apparently more settled values. My mother’s father, whom I dearly loved, was a teacher; in a sense it was my nostalgia as a 16-year old that made me become a teacher.
I would not be without the sometimes sad pull of nostalgia, yet I also recognise it is a force that can lead away from maturity and contentment in the present moment. I think it partly explains why I am drawn to younger people than myself; if I am honest, it must be seen as a reluctance to leave youth behind–the "Peter Pan" principle, or what the Jungians call puer aeternus. That is part of my make-up, not in itself a bad thing but bad if allowed to become unbalanced. "To be young at heart" and all that is the positive side. Paradoxically, nostalgia also draws the young to those who are older, as part of their appeal is that they may represent a "lost world" to those on the edge of the complex and possibly dangerous choices life offers. And you thought it was "wisdom" the old had to offer; well, partly so–but it is also a retreat into a "better" past through the old sometimes I suspect. Certainly there was a lot of that in my affection for my grandfather, apart from the fact that he amply deserved such affection.

In politics the role of nostalgia is well worth exploring. I would hypothesise that much of the appeal of reactionary or conservative politics is nostalgia, which can be easily distorted or manipulated. From the Nazis to Pauline Hanson to George Dubya Bush to John Howard–consider these not as equivalents–it would be silly to say Howard has much in common with Hitler–yet nostalgia is a crucial factor in all four, I suggest. Not to mention the present ruling party in India, fundamentalism worldwide, and so on: a force to be reckoned with is nostalgia.
In education, nostalgia governs attitudes to schooling, often to the detriment of education, which needs to be future-oriented as well as conservative. To prepare students for a world that existed for their parents or grandparents is to betray those students. Yet there are lessons from the past, and things worth preserving: respect for the rule of law and human rights, for example. Hence I again stress the immense value of studying History–but critically rather than nostalgically or sentimentally.

So much more could be said, but that is enough for one Sunday rave!

August blog round-up

Up, down, and level – that sums up August 2009 in my blogging world.

UP – English/ESL

According to Sitemeter there were 9,417 visitors reading 14,586 pages in August. Last month it was 6,962/10,812. Not the best ever though. That was last year’s HSC month with 12,075/15,236. I wonder what this year’s HSC will do! I should add – to my shame – that there were no new posts on English/ESL in August, but quite a few comments.

WordPress stats, on the other hand, say August was the best month ever with 14,887 views compared with October 2008’s 14,857.

DOWN – Neil’s Sydney on Blogspot

Sitemeter shows the initial excitement after I joined City Daily Photo has waned. In July there were 679 visits and 841 page views, but in August 340/478. Some good comments though.

LEVEL – Floating Life

The Floating Life blogs finished on 8,992 visits reading 11,430 pages according to Sitemeter. In July that was 8,939/11,505.

Individually the blogs went thus, according to WordPress stats:

Floating Life

6,020 views in August compared with 6,342 in July. The top ten individually viewed posts in August were:

1. How good is your English? Test and Answers 357
2. Conflicting perspectives 342
3. The Great Surry Hills Book Clearance of 2005 196
4. Australian poem: 2008 series #9 — "The Angel’s Kiss" 190
5. Australian poem 2008 series #17: "Australia" — A D Hope 157
6. Dispatches from another America 132
7. Australian poem 2008 series #10: Peter S 113
8. Australian poem: 2008 series #8 – Indigenous 105
9. Yacqub Khayre and Holsworthy plot 99
10. Why the religious Right can be dangerous 85

Ninglun’s Specials

This blog, that is. 1,226 views in August compared with 1,335 in July.

Floating Life Apr 06 ~ Nov 07

This is up! 2,421 views in August compared with 1,921 in July.

Neil’s Sydney Photo Blog

1,166 in August compared with 1,828 in July. The most looked at five posts were:

1. Surry Hills: new community centre and library nearing completion 38
2. Small Buddhist temple 3 21
3. Catholic Church, George Street South 17
4. Mardi Gras Fair Day 4 – Mad Hatter 15
5. Glebe: St John’s Road 8 – The Nag’s Head Hotel 14

Sirdan’s Birthday Party 9 August: 2

Sirdan’s Birthday Party 9 August: 1

See also Sirdan’s birthday party — Rosebery.

Catching up on the July stats

A bit late thanks to computer problems.

Floating Life blogs

• Floating Life had 6352 reads in July compared to 6010 in June, according to WordPress.
• The photoblog had 1,828 reads in July compared to 868 in June.
• Ninglun’s Specials had 1,335 reads in July compared to 1,299 in June.
• Floating Life Apr 06 to Nov 07 had 1,921 views in July compared to 2,629 in June. It’s just an archive. This explains the Sitemeter reading.

English/ESL blogs

• English/ESL had 10,859 reads in July compared with 8,887 in June.
• My Student Blog (mostly hidden behind passwords and low profile for search engines) had 60 reads in July compared to 30 in June. Its intended readers are using it then.

Blogspot

• Neil’s Sydney on Blogspot had, according to Google Analytics, 856 views from 647 visitors in July compared to 597 views from 436 visitors in June.

Some top posts

Instead of the top for the past month here are some of the top posts ever. Titles truncated.