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Electronic postcard to the ODT Online Editor

Electronic postcard to the ODT Online Editor

Dear Mr Flaherty,

As per your request last week, here is a blog about the weather. Specifically, you wanted something "along the lines of how grim it is to live under this relentless grey cloud-blanket and how my brother's come over from England and is wearing exactly the same clothes as he was in snowy Cambridge".

Race against banana time

The latest banana loaf came out of the oven about 2am, which is not long before the time of writing.

Five nights with Mr Utterson

Five nights with Mr Utterson

Is Mr Utterson the most repressed of all? My friend Amos thinks so but I don't.

Intense relationship with UFO in a kitchen

Intense relationship with UFO in a kitchen

This subeditor has been on a spiritual quest for meaning since just before Christmas. I have been trying to make a paragraph I read in the news make sense. I keenly wanted it to make sense, not just because it was already published and I had somehow to reconcile myself to it, but also because it was an intro.

Fly, dog, lamb, chicken and man

Fly, dog, lamb, chicken and man

Two women, dressed as a lamb and a dog, stood on the corner of George St and Albion Pl. They were jingling a bucket for the animal welfare charity Safe.

An outpouring of earwigs

Earwigs came streaming out of the black stump of a rhubarb plant. Small juveniles, they must have come from a nest. They moved as one fluid troupe, as though choreographed by a pushy and ambitious parent-wig.

Theories on ballpoint pens and plenty

Theories on ballpoint pens and plenty

"Hey, you know ballpoint pens," said one of my familiars.

Midday gamblers and solo moviegoers

Midday gamblers and solo moviegoers

There's something about going to the casino in the middle of the day. Something furtive.

Golden kiwifruit, I never liked you anyway

Golden kiwifruit, I never liked you anyway

Oh, the poor green kiwifruit. Humble, hairy, with surprising interior beauty. O, mysterious fruit from the Chinese bush rebranded as official fruit of Kiwiland, saturated in the cream of fond pavlova memories, dripping green ink on the nation's pages.

The haiku of eDay

Another eDay has passed, and with it nearly 77,000 pieces of New Zealand's pre-loved electronic waste to be sent for recycling.

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