Archive for April 2010

getting messy and strong and lighting it on fire

April 27, 2010

When I try to imagine the contents of my brain, all I can see right now is a Jackson Pollock painting. Big and colourful and alive. And chaotic and messy. Usually this makes me feel out of balance and overwhelmed. And pissy with myself for not being more organised. I have always liked it when […]

the weekend: on stage, on screen and in the garden

April 25, 2010

There is a proud kiwi tradition of spending part of the weekend at a massive hardware-cum-gardening store. I suspect its something we inherited from the Strayans, who also invented the Westfield Mall and the underarm throw. But not pavlova. Outside Mitre 10 Fat Freddy’s Drop is usually playing loudly next to the sausage sizzle, fund-raising […]

the good plates

April 20, 2010

The proposal, the ring, the celebratory soiree all admittedly, went some way to confirming our status as a future Mr and (ummm) Ms. But in all honesty it was at 7:15am last Saturday, when the John Lewis Delivery Man knocked on our front door that our romantic entanglement was bumped up to Proper Engaged Couple. […]

giant scallops, the gaia hypothesis and rex: the crap birdhunter

April 18, 2010

Eyjafjallajökull is totally awesome! Especially the bit where even seasoned BBC reporters have a palpable nano-second of sheer panic as they attempt to pronounce it (everyone is mostly calling it the Icelandic Volcano). Images from The Big Picture show the fresh eruptions thrusting (ahem) new torrents of molten rock through the shattered ice sheets in […]

the invitation

April 15, 2010

Image credit: Susannah Conway I first read The Invitation years ago, when I was lost and running (and more than a little concerned at the prospect of dying alone in a room, heavy with the tang of cat wee). In these words I found the description of what I was searching for: someone who could […]

nine lessons about cash, worth, champagne and matching lingerie

April 10, 2010

Fifteen years ago I graduated with student loans of more than $50,000, a bank overdraft and a Bachelor of Arts. My first job was at the Department of Corrections in Dunedin, where I earned $26,000. It felt like a million dollars. I bought Rhonda the Honda and a sofa and didn’t save a thing. After six […]