Anna Chinn's blog

A facsimile of the author's application for the role of chief executive for Dunedin Venues Management Ltd, submitted to recruitment firm Optima Global Talent yesterday. Yes, really.

The city has turned its attention to the Toitu stream lately, the name having been given to the redeveloped Otago Settlers Museum.

Subediting last week was emotional work. Not because the news kept being bad news, as the Bill for selling state assets hurtled through Parliament and Greenpeace's case against a drilling permit for Petrobras was tossed from a chilly High Court.

Wellington beckoned, and so I went there.

One night last week I encountered a young woman with a trendy haircut, holding a can of beer.

The Riverton RSA hall last week acted as a temporary laboratory for the study of fungi.

Sitting at my desk one recent evening, I was crunching a lolly in my mouth. Soon I was also crunching a sizeable portion of tooth. A molar had dramatically calved a cusp, in the way a glacier calves an iceberg.

Not last full moon but the full moon before that, a friend and I went out bodyboarding by night. It was dark but the moon shone a wide beam on the sea, so we could see well enough to ride.

I like iD Dunedin Fashion Week. The artifice on the catwalk appeals as theatre, and the clothes appeal as costume. In my utopia, everyone can afford clothes that are made well by local artists and artisans, preferably using magical sustainably produced textiles. Also, in my utopia everyone knows their colours so they always look radiant. I see iD as a fantasy week.

A friend and I had a sit-down in the Centre City Mall. We were experiencing some motion sickness, because when you walk around upright and everyone else is lurching, you can start to feel queasy. The world adjusts to their tilt, not yours.