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On the creatures who demand jewelled geckos

On the creatures who demand jewelled geckos

Not very long ago, I was roaring around the kitchen chasing a fly. I wanted it dead. It's not like flies are endangered and this one was, you know, being inconvenient.

Two days at the Arrowtown Athenaeum Hall

Two days at the Arrowtown Athenaeum Hall

Sunday, April 24: Signs at the Athenaeum Hall in Arrowtown advertise "Sale". Sale, French for dirty, unclean; English for a frenzy of the freedom to choose.

Easter of '93

Easter of '93

As word spreads of this blog's finalism (if that is the right word) in the Canon Media Awards, it seems appropriate to gaze at my own puku and discuss aspiration.

When I blog, I have realised, all I am trying to do is write another "Easter of 93".

Litter and a ladder in a beautiful emptiness

Litter and a ladder in a beautiful emptiness

Dunedin City Council staff sought $30,000 earlier this year for the purpose of beautifying empty shops before the Rugby World Cup. The plan seemed to be to fill the storefront windows with advertisements. Happily, the councillors said "Nah."

Dinosaur Dave and the grotesque stack of paper

Dinosaur Dave and the grotesque stack of paper

It was the end of an era when Dave Cannan recently moved from his post as regional editor and along the corridor to occupy the ODT day editor's chair. But more importantly, it was the end of an incredible tower of paper he had built.

This called for an interview.

[Dave is shown the picture of his pile of paper.]

DC: Oh, crikey.

On the road with Zeus Kartoffel

On the road with Zeus Kartoffel

Mark the German was standing in some roadside grass, watching cars pass.

Stupid stadium, make yourself useful

Stupid stadium, make yourself useful

To be upfront: any T-shirt I make is going to be crappy. Actually, I don't make T-shirts in the sewing sense, but occasionally I buy them in pale colours from op shops and then iron slogans on them using that special T-shirt transfer paper.

In the light of the tragedy

What does a subeditor do? After standing calmly in a doorway, watching a clothes horse rattle and thinking "That will not be centred here," she goes to work and does a job that requires a detachment from events, and the detachment feels perverse.

Save the rooks!

Otago has about 130 rooks remaining. Who knew Otago had any rooks, cousin birds to ravens and crows? I did not know, but apparently we used to have 5000 and now we have about 130. The regional council has been poisoning them; it recently gave the ODT an update on this programme.

Status update for an eel

My father, who lives in faraway London, sent me a four-part text message about an eel. The eel lives in a creek on the West Coast farm where Dad grew up, and where his brother Doug still lives. He would have got the information about the eel from Uncle Doug.

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