Showing posts with label Sydney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sydney. Show all posts

Boyd Kramer is a convicted rapist. He doesn't want you to know.

Posted on 20 November 2024 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments

 This is Sydney man Boyd Kramer. He's from a wealthy family, a former national water polo player, and a convicted rapist.  On 14 February 2022, he was found guilty by a jury of one count of sexual intercourse without consent. He really doesn't want you to find out about that. Heck, you should probably stop reading this now. 



Driving Ms Hazy

Posted on 27 July 2022 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments

 I've just gotten over a bout of Covid. After two years of being careful, and being triple vaccinated, here we are. And whilst the world is suffering a dire dearth of hot takes from special snowflakes on their views of the epidemiological management, sociopolitical implications, and personal experiences of the pandemic, Covid isn't the story I'm telling today.

Everything is fine

Posted on 10 December 2019 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments
There's nothing wrong. Really. There's no horror fire crisis happening in NSW right now.

The fantastic day I didn't have at Wet n Wild

Posted on 02 February 2019 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments
So this week I went to Wet n Wild, Sydney's only water park, expecting and hoping to have one of the best days of my life.

I did not.

Pens down

Posted on 25 June 2018 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments


Today is a day I thought would never come.

The only guide you'll ever need to the Reserve Bank of Australia Museum

Posted on 24 March 2018 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments
Some people mark the end of their treatment for cancer by going to Disneyland or swimming with dolphins. I celebrated the end of my treatment for carpal tunnel syndrome by visiting the Reserve Bank of Australia museum. Don't hate me cause you ain't me.

You may not even have known there was a museum at the Reserve Bank of Australia HQ, which is on Martin Place in the Sydney CBD, bucking the trend of Australian government entities being based in Canberra. I didn't know there was a museum there, until I happened to be walking past after completing treatment at the Sydney Hand Hospital and saw the small sign proclaiming the existence of a museum. I decided to go in and take a look. I figured somebody should.



I neglected to take a camera to capture my experience in the full, rich detail it deserved, so photos are from the Reserve Bank Museum website. It was less busy when I visited. Considerably less busy. In fact I was the only person there, and the nice but not overly friendly lady behind the desk look slightly startled to see me (although people often look slightly startled to see me, once including John Cleese. But that's another story). She walked me in, explained the layout and exhibits, and told me there was a university group visiting from Sweden I think it was? and I was welcome to join their tour if I wanted, but I'm sure none of you will need smelling salts to learn that I decided I'd have a look around for myself.


The museum is dedicated not to the economic history of Australia in general, with all its panics, crashes and housing bubbles, but to the history of Australian currency manufacture, a very specific and odd focus, considering Australian money is printed elsewhere - at Cragieburn in Victoria, for those of you playing at home - and one that may well be rendered completely redundant by technology in a few years. They do not give out free samples, although I'm sure every Dad whose ever visited asks.

Image showing a £20 note

For history buffs or those who like to reminisce fondly about old money, the museum is interesting enough in a low grade sort of way, with chronologically organised displays ranging from a brief and unsatisfactory paragraph about the barter system in traditional Aboriginal society; through rum currency; shillings and pence, the introduction to decimal currency (Menzies wanted to call the Australian monetary unit the Royal, I learn with very little surprise) and on to the bragging rights to our world leading polymer currency. I never did find the Swedes, but I did run into a class of bored and unhappy 12 year olds being lectured by a museum guide about the introduction of polymer currency, with the new $5 featuring a portrait of the Queen "...of course this was in 1992, when she was considerably younger". "Well, we've all lost some bounce since then", I chimed in sympathetically, but met only with blank looks, I decided it was time to call a halt to my brief new career as assistant docent, and moved on.

I was pretty much done with the museum after about fifteen minutes, but didn't want to leave quite so soon. When I visit these niche museums, I'm always worried that if I leave too soon, I'll hurt the staff's feelings. You walk past the guides on your way out, and feel you've let them down somehow. "I'm sorry, you've got a great little museum here, but it's just not what I'm looking for right now." But I was hungry and tired, and decided I was going to have to make a break for it. Luckily on my way out the nice guide lady was busy with actual Reserve bank staff, so I was able to leave without upsetting anyone, unless they read this guide, and I'd like to think I'm actually encouraging people to check it out for themselves.

The Reserve Bank of Australia Museum is located at 65 Martin Place, Sydney, and is open from 10:00am to 4:00pm Monday to Friday excluding public holidays and NSW bank holidays. The author traveled on an Opal and has this weird itch on the back of her knee.

Attack of the 50ft clones: Tony Abbott in Newtown

Posted on 20 September 2017 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments
Tony Abbott, former Prime Minister, noted conservative thinker, and scion of the Northern Beaches ventured into Newtown last night:
I mean sure, Newtown is the kind of place where a middle aged man with spiked yellow hair, wearing a three piece pink tartan suit and knee high buckled boots can ride down the street on a scooter pulled by his terrier at 11am and not raise any eyebrows, but the place is becoming rapidly gentrified. There must be some conservatives there, and they band together. That's fine. It's a diverse world.

Wait a minute. Let's take a look at that gathering again:


That's not a political party, that's a cult up to stage four of the indoctrination process (I bet the guy who dared take off his jacket was taken outside and beaten later on). Nowhere else in Australia looks like that anymore. Where did they all come form, these identical, clean cut, straight white guys (who are such believers in equality no one gave the woman in attendance a seat)?

Maybe this is rebellion against their lefty inner west families and friends, and they've decided if you're going to go conservative, you may as well go the full con. Or maybe there really are all these establishment types in Newtown, and they're just taking ideological sustenance here before they go off to run the country.

Except even Australia's big corporations are more on board with equality now - the only place you see Abbott's sorts of views dictated as all that is pure and true and good is in the pages of the Murdoch owned papers. The latter of course would claim the former only trump their support for marriage equality because of gay lobby groups, who are so all-powerful they control giant corporations whilst being simultaneously unable to change Australia's marriage laws until, maybe, now.

Tony Abbott is an embarrassing distraction, an old dog that keeps breaking wind at the national dinner party but whom Malcolm Turnbull lacks the mercy to have put down*. But these young Liberal types need watching.

* By which I mean Abbott should be told to leave politics. I am not advocating death for Mr Abbott or anyone else.

NSW Budget a disaster for public housing

Posted on 10 July 2017 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments
NSW has a state budget that’s the envy of the Western World, the government tells us. What budget disaster? Well a budget blow out happens when too much money has been taken and not enough spent. That's not a success, that's greed (and funny how conservatives, those advocates of small government, love to hoard public money in surpluses).

Oh the government has plans to spend the money:

Photo: MP Dr Mehreen Farqui 

 But what about those in desperate need of public housing? There are 60,000 current applications awaiting public housing in NSW. With little investment in new housing, what does that look like?

 The emergency waiting list for public housing in NSW in most places in 2-5 years. Emergencies – that’s people sleeping in their cars, couch surfing, people escaping domestic violence, families living in cramped motel rooms. Just getting on the emergency waiting list can take several months. You must prove urgent need you cannot meet in the private market and a need to live in the area you apply for – kids’ schools, medical appointments.

The waiting list for everyone else is ten to twenty years. As a Housing NSW worker told me, on the Central Coast, the waiting lists are so long and turnover so slow, you’re not getting in unless existing tenants die.

That pretty much sums up current NSW public housing policy: wait for people to die.

 There’s little media attention on this issue. The media focuses on those being evicted from Millers Point. That is a terrible thing, and I’m not going to argue that public housing residents shouldn’t live in nice areas. But at least those people are being rehoused. They’re not being put out on the street.

 The elephant in the room – and they’re empty rooms – is a large percentage of the existing public housing stock is three and four bedroom houses lived in by older singles and couples. These are people who moved in their families in the 1970s the last time there was a decent expansion of public housing and have not moved out as their families have moved on.

The government has cited this oversupply of empty rooms as justification for not investing in new properties, but taken no further action. It's just an excuse. If the public housing supply is inefficiently managed, they need to invest in more one and two bedroom (and accessible) properties to house these ageing tenants, and use the family sized houses to house families (NOT sell them).

 But however they do it, they need to act. The media needs to draw attention to this. Whenever foreign aid budgets, refugee resettlement etc are discussed people say we need to look after our own. But we do look after our own – our own bankers, our own investors in public private partnerships. Looking after the disadvantaged though doesn’t seem to rate.

Moving on the homeless

Posted on 24 June 2017 by Nico Bell • 0 Comments
Overnight Sydney City Council officers removed the 24/7 Street Kitchen Safe Space homeless camp which had been operating for six months in Martin Place, the financial and civic heart of the city. The camp was started last December as a place for rough sleepers to find food, help and solidarity, particularly vital after assaults and sexual assaults of rough sleepers in the previous few months, with homeless women particularly vulnerable.






Part of the reasoning the Council gave for removing the camp - alongside the inevitable redevelopment of the site - was that it was interfering with "reasonable comfort and convenience of other uses of Martin Place".

Because if you want to interfere with the comfort and convenience of users of Martin  Place, you have to pay. And once you've shelled out the tens of thousands of dollars for necessary permits, you can interfere to your heart's content, sending squads of English backpackers to hassle people on their lunch breaks into signing up for dubious charity donation programs, or setting up a garish marquee spruiking the latest sport betting app, so hypnotised gamblers can be parted from their hard earned without even having to log on to their computers.*

But the homeless camp, and the food, safety and company it offered, was unsightly and inconvenient. It had to go. 

This of course, just days after the much maligned CEO Sleepout, where company executives do their tiny little bit by sleeping outside for a night, with being a bit cold and uncomfortable for the night somehow giving them an insight into the fear, grief, uncertainty, shame, loss and stigma of homelessness. Most of them at least do admit the experience can't possibly equate to the actual experience of homelessness, but the whole thing is still a slap in the face to actual homeless people, and those who have been homeless in the past (you never forget).  

So those whose life trajectories have taken them from an upper middle class childhood to university college to maybe a bit of backpacking around Europe and then a junior executive role at Macquarie bank to start off their career get a taste of sleeping rough. Now what?

Because it's wrong to say the CEOs and executives involved all mean well, and aren't responsible for homelessness themselves. CEOs don't get to work in the morning, sit at their CEO workstations with all the other CEOS doing what the Big Boss tells them, then log off at 5pm and go home for the night. We are talking here about very powerful people. 

People (mostly white, mostly men), who control large amounts of money and influence, and as much as we might like to think in an Australian democracy that every citizen is worth no more nor less than their individual vote, it's the CEOs who shape policy and get privileges through their donations and demands for tax breaks and cuts. And through their support for neoliberal government policies in general, and the Liberal party in particular, and their pathological aversion to paying company tax, they have helped create the society which sees the disadvantaged as a burden, poverty as a moral failing, and the government as a tool to keep poverty in check instead of doing anything to alleviate it.

It's been death by a thousand little cuts over recent decades; not the more outrageous punish the poor policies like drug testing welfare recipients; but the stuff you never notice. Cuts to funding for local legal services, so the unfair dismissal claim can't go ahead. Cuts to the community organisation helping people experiencing domestic violence, so a woman with young children ends up fleeing in the night and sleeping in the car instead of getting assistance with housing to make a planned escape. Penalties for missing Centrelink appointments, so someone already couch surfing with friends misses the letter about their upcoming appointment and loses their payment for 13 weeks (and gets kicked out because they can't help with the rent or food any more). Payments that are so far below the poverty line that their is almost no chance of securing even the most modest of rental properties in any major city. Emergency housing waiting lists that are over two years long, with the waiting list for the general public twenty years. Onerous requirements for the disability support pension, so those who have almost no chance of finding work are put onto Newstart (and risk losing their payments through failure to meet "mutual obligation" requirements. Cuts to mental health services. 

Austerity all around, trampling the disadvantaged to death. And most people don't realise how perilously close they are, maybe one or two mortgage or rent payments, from finding themselves in this situation. Rough sleepers are the most visible group of homeless people, but only a small percentage; there are those couch surfing, staying with friends and family, sleeping in their cars. But in any case homelessness is not a problem that can be solved with more beds in shelters, or one off donations or publicity stunts. What each of us can do to go some way towards addressing the issue happens every time we vote; by refusing to support parties who demonise the poor, who sell off public housing, who cut local services, who create the conditions that lead to poverty and disadvantage in the first place. 

As far as the homeless camps set up, in Martin Place and Belmore Park and Wentworth Park - there are reasons for them, too. Homeless shelters can be scary, isolating and dehumanising places, and in NSW, shelter residents are required to present at a Housing Office every three days to prove their continued eligibility; they are often moved on at this point.

Homeless shelters, understandably, also do not permit alcohol and drug use on the premises; but substance abuse often accompanies homelessness, and whilst it is very simple to take the moral stance that the homeless should be getting their lives back together not using alcohol and drugs, the fact is that sudden cessation, or unsupervised detox, of alcohol and some drugs can be fatal, and the waiting lists for public detox and rehab beds can be many months long, and the trauma and anguish of homelessness is something a lot of us may well wish to numb.

It's not simple. There's no simple answers for any of this stuff. But for rough sleepers, offering access to showers and meals and a place to get their mail and help accessing services - housing, counselling, help with employment, help with substance issues - has got to be better than simply "moving them on" to god knows where or what. 


And for homeless people, and those at risk of becoming homeless, well of course I don't have all the answers, but these lefty do gooder bleeding heart sorts of ideas that want to try and prevent people becoming homeless in the first place will be cheaper in the end. Homelessness is expensive, and it is always better to try and prevent it. You can't punish people out of poverty; a society that tries to help people when they're down will have fewer homeless people than one which tries to punish the weak and lazy poor away. 



* And is problem gambling a factor in homelessness? Of course it is. 

The Bureaucratic Nightmare at the University of Sydney

Posted on 25 February 2017 by Nico Bell • 1 Comment
Don't be fooled. This is a portal to hell.

Call centres, waits to get through, queues, byzantine rules, very little appeals process and no hope of actually speaking to a real person, certainly not a person who can solve your issue. Centrelink? No, it's Australia's oldest and most venerable institute of higher learning, the University of Sydney. 

The University of Sydney has gleefully embraced the centralised customer service and efficiency plague which has swept across public agencies worldwide. The university no longer sees us as students, but as clients. In the media, students with queries and appeals actually get to go speak to someone in charge of their faculty. No such luxuries at the University of Sydney. All student enquiries are now directed through a central student enquiries centre, where you take a number relating to your enquiry and wait for it to flash on the overhead screens - they use the same exact numbering system as Service NSW (RTA), right down to the weird noises, which left me with a knot of recognition in the pit of my stomach as if I was going to have to sit my driving test again.

Anyway, once you finally get to talk someone - when I was last there, three weeks before semester started, the wait time to see a customer service officer was forty minutes - you're speaking with a very nice and well meaning (well, the person I spoke to was) but seriously overworked and more critically, generalist member of staff. who can help out with things like Opal card applications but for academic matters like credit applications and special consideration, simply can't have the specialised knowledge of courses needed to provide specific information. 

So isn't that the kind of thing you're supposed to be talking to your faculty about? Well, no - you're not allowed to talk to your faculty any more. (I asked, and was told they're not allowed to refer students to their faculties). The university last year reduced the number of faculties from 16 to six and have gone even further with the cost cutting by removing the administration departments, funnelling all the students through the centralised service centre. (In fact, the cost cutting has extended so far that the University's web site hasn't been updated to reflect the change, still listing the original 16 faculties). 

With the loss of specialised staff and services of course comes an end to rational processes and decision making. Staff and faculties are no longer allowed to use logic, nuance or best judgement when making decisions on matters from credit transfers through to students experiencing illness or bereavement; every decision must be funnelled through central bureaucracy, with university rules strictly applied (you had to fly overseas to attend your brother's funeral? You'd better have that essay in the day you return! You were away for five days so five days' extension is all you're going to get). 

But whilst all this is going on, the university has been embarking on a massive building program. Far from being short of cash, the uni is splashing out on fancy new facilities but not actually employing staff to put in them. The focus is on attracting investment and new overseas students; the uni's existing students are like flies at a picnic - an annoying side effect of running a university, not the core business of university itself. (And the administration woes are only the start. Arrive at either of the main campus libraries after 9am and you'll end up sitting on the floor; there are so few desks to meet the needs of the student body). 

The university paid $1.4 million last year to its Vice Chancellor, Michael Spence, so he could read about Centrelink's service woes and think to himself "that's nothing, have a look at what we can do here.". One imagines they're working on getting things so centralised they can do away with having to provide for undergraduate students altogether. It's all very Weberian - if only I was allowed to talk to someone who knows what that means.

If you've had a similar experience you'd like to share, please leave a comment on the form below. 


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