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“Are you taking any steps to keep shit real?”

8 Oct

The age old adage is undeniable: Haters are gonna hate. But I wish some of them would just read this old Eggers interview (and rant). And maybe get a bit more self-aware. And realise that not only is hating BORING, but that they could be partying with Al Pacino if only they weren’t such nay-saying douchebags.

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Aunts

6 Oct

This time tomorrow, I will be an aunty.

Am aiming for somewhere between the comfort of Auntie Em and the general awesomeness of Aunt Viv.

The reasons I will (not) be drinking

4 Oct

Without sounding like a lush, I just really love alcohol. Since I met and developed a massive crush on a bartender in my youth, I have sipped, savoured and over-indulged in many fine spirits, cheap and not-so-cheap wines and delicious beers. When travelling, it was a personal mission to hunt out the best neighbourhood bars, the cheapest dive bars, the historical literary watering holes. I have sipped Champagne in manicured imperial gardens. I have watched an old lady make me the most dramatic and fantastic martini, before leaving the bar with a walking stick. I have walked and then stumbled between a dozen wineries, never spitting out the samples. Many happy hours of my life have been spent holding up the end of a bar, and most of my treasured memories with friends involve some imbibing. And now our livelihood is partially sourced from the plying of others with liquor – the aforementioned bartender and I own and live above our very own neighbourhood bar.

So it is with some hesitation that I plan to spend October refraining from the drink. And in a display of the universe’s cruelty, the month has begun with a string of killer sunny days. The kind that are best enjoyed with some form of water view, and a sweating glass of beer.

Wish me luck.

Cussin’

8 Aug


Okay, I get it. Is that your trademark?
*Shrug*

Rewatched Fantastic Mr Fox last night from my sick bed. It reconfirmed for me how much I love the cuss out of Wes Anderson. (Even if he does look a little bit like Tilda Swinton).





Out of the city

5 Aug





I love a good train trip and the one up to Paekakariki doesn’t disappoint. Multiple harbours, an ocean and an island, some tunnels, some bare hills that catch the setting sun, quaint stations. It really is the scenic route. What is it about getting ‘out of the city’ that feels so good? Wellington is settled around a lovely harbour of its own, and is hardly a bustling metropolis –  and still the desire to escape it all sets in.

My trip today was to visit two lovely ladies and their new babies. Both followed this call away from the city with a little more permanence than I am ready to commit to just yet. But I can see why people do gravitate outwards – both have beautiful homes and gardens and the wide open space just feels nice. We had soup and pikelets with cream and jam and laughed as the babies looked at each other curiously.

And then, sated by this day away, I hopped back on a train and returned to the city.

As a side note, I love how many things my wonderful yellow boat shoes match. Bananas, yellow lines and buses…

Be still my wild heart

3 Aug

Oh Stevie! I have fallen in love with you all over again after watching this video.

video via This Recording

In the summertime

28 Jul



Because most blogs I read happen to be located in the Northern Blogosphere (oh god, did I really go there?*) I am being taunted with photos of beaches, picnics, outdoor drinks in the warm evening air. People planning trips to the seaside. People spending days in the park. People curating sweet little outfits with floaty tops and pretty sandals. It is general pictorial torture in the form of summer cavorting.

Admittedly, the heat wave in New York is described with exasperation. But from my cold little apartment where I write this, underneath five duvets and breathing fog, it sounds like a dream. It’s like when your friends go overseas and post albums on Facebook. Except I only know these people via the interweb, and they outnumber my real friends. My Google Reader has become a weapon of self-flagellation.

So Alex, if your pitch to the science community works I vote we teleport further afield than Melbourne and go get ourselves some sun. Sweden maybe? I hear it goes all night there.

* I usually leave blogosphere for the young, the earnest and the old trying to stay relevant. Just for the record.