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Letter of rejection, tube of humour

Letter of rejection, tube of humour

I went into the office on Monday having already been sent a letter of rejection by the recruitment firm that is seeking a new chief executive to run Forsyth Barr Stadium. That was quick! I had only sent in my application a few days earlier.

In which the author applies to be CEO at DVML

In which the author applies to be CEO at DVML

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.

Notes on a stream and a trickle

Notes on a stream and a trickle

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

The Great Conjunction is the end of the world

The Great Conjunction is the end of the world

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.

A pumpkin in the grass

A pumpkin in the grass

Wellington beckoned, and so I went there.

Being approachable, being androgynous

Being approachable, being androgynous

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

Gigantic slug seen on surface of moon!

Gigantic slug seen on surface of moon!

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

Interview with my crown-maker

Interview with my crown-maker

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.

Strange tides of muck

Strange tides of muck

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.

After iD: Made by our friends in China

After iD: Made by our friends in China

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.

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