Sitting in the Auckland airport lounge, the power went out. The
two ladies next to me immediately blamed the outage on computers
and spent the next ten minutes yammering on about how computers had ruined everything and had given rise to a younger generation devoid of any useful skills.
"They can't even add without a calculator," one sighed. I restrained myself from commenting that she probably couldn't program a bubble sort to save her life. The large umbrella she kept in
readiness at her side contributed to my reticence.
Arriving in Melbourne amidst a spate of "g'days," I presented
my gift salamis at customs for inspection. Despite my pleas, the
sausages were impounded and destroyed, leaving me without a
food offering for my upcoming visit to Bangkok. Without a food
offering, I had no bribe to motivate my friend the restaurant critic
and I had visions of him exacting his revenge by taking me out for
Swiss steak and succotash.
I deposited my bags at my hotel and set off to try and read my
e-mail. I took a tram towards the city, crossed over the Yarra River
and Batman Avenue and headed up the hill to the University of
Melbourne. There, I found the location of the Information Technology Center on the map and sat myself down in a large room filled
with PCs and Macs. I picked a likely looking 386 and typed "telnet," and sure enough, a few seconds later I was happily deleting
messages.
Since I wasn't expected until the next day, I walked back down
the hill to find the world famous Royal Botanical Gardens. Both a
formal garden and an arboretum, this is the kind of place you find
written up in coffee table books and issues of the
National Geographic.
The gardens certainly deserve their reputation. I walked past a
cluster of Hoop pines, past a huge Monterey cypress planted by
Prince Leopold in 1910, and through a grove of small but pungent
Bhutan cypress. Next to all these evergreens was the Canary Island
Bed, with a rare arrow-wood tree surrounded by cactus-like succulents and asteraceae.
Further down the path was a row of aloe plants ranging from a
few inches tall to huge bushes. Spiny agave and Mexican Yucca
were mixed in, giving the desert-like setting a sharp contrast to the
California air of the evergreens.
Below the beds was an intricate ornamental lake filled with
ducks and black swans, edged with English Elms, Irish Strawberry
trees, and groves of bamboo and Brazilian Pampas grass. To my
disappointment, that evening's showing of A Midsummer Night's
Dream was sold out, so I set out to find some dinner.
The closest I could find to local food was an Aussie Burger, a
nice hamburger topped with the traditional bacon, egg, and beets. I
headed instead up to Toorak Road for some Italian food.
Most of the restaurants were BYOs, so I went into the bottle
shop and picked up a half bottle of local Cabernet Sauvignon, then
went into Molina's Bistro, truly a fortuitous find. The appetizer was
a Cervello alla Grenoblaise, lamb brains coated in beer batter and
served with a delicate sauce of chives, capers, and lemon wedges,
garnished with sprigs of fresh basil and fennel. It was accompanied
by fresh, warm bread, dusted with basil and oregano from the herb
garden out back.
My main dish was Saltimbocca a la Romano, baby veal in a
sauce of sage and white wine, and served with a timbale of potato,
onions, mushrooms, and cheese. Dessert was a home-made liqueur
ice cream. Stuffed, I walked back to the hotel to get ready for my
meetings the next day.
Tuesday morning, I went back up the hill to find
Chris Chaundy,
Networks Manager for the University of Melbourne. The university
network connected 74 buildings with a mix of fiber, unshielded
twisted pair, microwave, and leased lines. Originally a massively
bridged network, the university was rapidly completing the transition to a network based on routers.
The university is split into Mac and PC camps. The Macs used
AppleTalk and 53 Banyan Vines servers take care of the PCs. The
backbone network is mainly TCP/IP, although large DECnet and
CDCNET applications are still running.
AppleTalk clients access the TCP/IP world using a Webster multiport gateway, a device similar to the Kinetics Fastpath. The multiport gateway was developed on campus before being
commercialized by Webster.
All told, the network is your basic professionally-run, production environment. Large machines such as a Cyber 990, an IBM
3090, and a Maspar are all on the net. The library card catalogue,
WAIS, X.500, and all the modern information services you would
expect are all available.
This is one of those operations that has everything you would
want. The information technology center has a regular, frequent
schedule of training classes, extensive documentation, a custom programming group, a proactive help desk, spacious labs, and a trouble
ticket system.
This is great for the university community, but certainly posed a
challenge for the digital tourist. After all, what can you say about a
place that does everything right?
After my briefing with Chris, I went across the street to meet the
elusive Robert Elz, a long-time inhabitant of the Internet. Robert
rarely works, or, for that matter even wakes, during the day, but I
was in luck. Cricket matches were on this week and Robert had
inverted his chronology to watch the games and post the results into
netnews.
Robert's desk was stacked a few feet deep with paper, leaving
only enough room for a keyboard and a half-dozen empty Coke
cans. Robert had just returned from giving seminars in Thailand
and the top of his stack included Thai-language keyboard templates.
His wall had a map of all undersea cables in the Pacific region.
After some chitchat with Robert about mutual friends in Bangkok, I had worked a full two hours and then it was tea time. Back
at the hotel, sitting in the lobby, I listened to the drivel of a lounge
lizard playing a baby grand piano.
After the second drink, I realized that the piano was unmanned.
The thing had broken into a jaunty Elton John tune, so I walked
over to investigate. Under the piano was a
Yamaha Disklavier, a
digital version of the old player piano, hooked up with solenoids to
activate the keys and provide a very exact replica of the original
performance. The Elton John tune was from the album "Don't
Shoot Me, I'm Only the Piano [Player]."