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Reports from Belo Interactive contributors at the Olympics in Sydney, AustraliaJohn Miller: Daily from Down Under Vege-might not 09/16/2000 By John Miller / KTVB-TV, Boise, Idaho Today I bought a jar of vegemite. Two jars, actually. I thought one of them might be good for a little schtick on camera. I'm not exactly sure why I bought the other one. Maybe I thought the crew would want some (THAT was some well-spent company expense money) - but it's already found its place in the bottom of my backpack, along with the orphaned Life Savers and those clumps of papery cotton balls that you always find in the far reaches of your suitcase.
Turns out Aussies actually live on this stuff. They talk about it like it's part of that food pyramid you learned about in third grade. Meats, vegetables, dairies, cereals, congealing concentrated yeast extracts, etc. When I get my bag searched at the security checkpoints, they see that jar of greasy motor oil relegated to the bottom of my bag, and look at me like I just disgraced the Australian flag. "It's just puuuufect spread on a piece of bread, like jam, but not too thick, mate!" They say it's an acquired taste - like head cheese and chicken liver. To me it tastes like something that might be growing in my kitchen waste basket. I must be still acquirinq.
They have unlimited supplies of vegemite in the NBC commissary. It sits perfectly stacked in a nice little napkin-lined basket, in those little jelly packets that they have at good greasy breakfast places. It sits there, morning and night - passed over for the mixed berries and marmalade. I think I'll start stockpiling it, you know, so not to offend the Aussie crew that feeds us.
Vegemite aside, Australians are great people. Even the police and security personnel, on their highest alert, are courteous and humorous as we pass through the security checkpoints around the Olympic Park. It's really filled up here, a real festival atmosphere, and we're always on the lookout for crazy stories outside the big stadium (one walks by about every seven seconds).
Mark and I are off to shoot some more stuff, after a quick bite of lunch. (He's bringing the bread).
G'day!
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