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Echolocated in Southland

Echolocated in Southland

Hector's dolphins are political animals. Sort of. They themselves, you have to assume, are blithely unaware their death rate far exceeds their birth rate and this is the fault of people and the politics of protection.

There are what, 8000 of them remaining; in the 1970s there were what, 30,000.

If I only had a brain

If I only had a brain

How would a person go about growing a brain by the age of 30 these days?

Disagreeing and agreeing, but mostly disagreeing

"How're you going there?" asked my longest-serving friend.

Dinkus and I

Dinkus and I

An article that appeared recently in our World Focus described a new robot that can learn tricks it has not been programmed to do, by consulting the internet as to what is required.

Slurred thoughts from a sick head

Slurred thoughts from a sick head

A lemon is rolled on the kitchen bench, pressed under my palm. The jug boils. A knife's wad of honey is dropped in a mug. The lemon, its juices primed, is slit open and squeezed into the mug. Boiling water is poured and the knife stirs. Finally, a nugget of ginger is tossed into the vapourous brew.

Peeping Tommery: it's not OK

Normally, when you finish writing a blog post, you snap shut the laptop, relieved to have got the thing done for the week. You snap yourself up from the couch, and stretch, and head off for a bath before bed.

Reminiscent of David Bowie parading on stairs

Reminiscent of David Bowie parading on stairs

The boy did not understand there had never been a wall. We were walking past all that concrete and rusty rubble that has tumbled out of the eroding dunes on Middle Beach, and he kept referring to the time "when the wall got knocked down".

New trends in litter - the mystery balls

New trends in litter - the mystery balls

This week, I spent Tuesday and Wednesday collecting photographs for a Pecha Kucha presentation on the topic of "Things I found in the gutter yesterday".

We now turn our attention to the cup

This blog hereby becomes an asylum for readers who seek refuge from rugby. Come one, come all, but especially come women; those more likely to feel oppressed at this time.

Guest blog: Emily lets grumpy go

Guest blog: Emily lets grumpy go

Crack photographer and ODT illustrations lady Emily Cannan was in a bad mood one recent night, and not just because she had arrived at work to find a half-eaten raspberry bun lying in a slop of cream on her desk. Subeditor Anna, the regular author of this blog, said, "Ach, you just need to take some photos, woman!" and off they went for a wander.

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