Awakening the tokenism
Kia ora and welcome to the latest newsletter from Te Tokenism, writes Liz Breslin.
Thinking Allowed
Any number of good reasons
Any number of good reasons
Australia has just funded Trikafta, and Cystic Fibrosis NZ is urging Pharmac to negotiate with manufacturers to agree a ‘fair and reasonable’ price for what an Otago teen calls "a magic drug."
Bordering on insanity
Bordering on insanity
It was the juxtaposition of Serious Concern for The Markets with a segment about Ukrainian women home-making Molotov cocktails that really got me this week, writes Liz Breslin.
A monthly column
A monthly column
I’ve been writing this column maybe eight years now and I’ve written about a lot of the things and the places and the people and the ideas that affect me, writes Liz Breslin.
A life metaphor or two
A life metaphor or two
I'm too sentimental. I can find myself thinking, legs flapping either side of my board, that the ocean doesn’t have the water for even half enough tears. But there’s always the next wave and the occasional sea lion, writes Liz Breslin.
Moving with time’s currents
Moving with time’s currents
I used to tell the time by dandelion. Blow the filaments tactically while holding the kind of juicy, kind of slimy, kind of sturdy stem. One stubborn star would hang on making it later and later and later as I blew.
Getting ready for the apocalypse party
Getting ready for the apocalypse party
Hopes for the future got Liz Breslin thinking about the apocalypse.
Entitlement in the group chat
Entitlement in the group chat
I have just had my second Covid vaccination and I am lying in bed watching Wild, Wild Country, a documentary about Bagwhan Rajneesh’s commune in Oregon, a tale of devotion, salmonella and blended beavers, writes Liz Breslin.
Plucking out a few falsehoods
Plucking out a few falsehoods
It’s funny the things we learn and perpetuate until we take the time to really look, writes Liz Breslin.
The art of the introduction
The art of the introduction
As a child I understood that a firm handshake with eye contact was an excellent way to introduce oneself, writes Liz Breslin.
Sharing allowed
Sharing allowed
A beach is an excellent thing to have in a day. A beach and a walk, so much the better. A beach and a walk and coffee and stories. Well then. Kind of the best.
Concerning communications...
Concerning communications...
Liz Breslin has a concern. . .
Appeals of the bus abound
Appeals of the bus abound
First of all there’s the matter of departure times. Before that, though, there’s the packing, writes Liz Breslin.
When an argument is a croc
When an argument is a croc
I was away from school the day they taught us about logical fallacies, writes Liz Breslin.
Across the threshold
Across the threshold
I thought it would be easy to find out the definition of "threshold", but it turns out that not even Google really knows, writes Liz Breslin.
An invitation to the tower
An invitation to the tower
A writer’s life. It’s not all ivory towers or garrets with gloves.
Go, go to the beach
Go, go to the beach
When you’re tired, go to the beach. When you’re happy, when you’re bereft. When you’re hopeful. Go by car, go by bike, get a bus, go on foot, writes Liz Breslin.
Wanaka’s wonderful week
Wanaka’s wonderful week
Six things Liz Breslin loves about Wanaka's Festival of Colour.
Dispatches from the fringes
Dispatches from the fringes
Someone made a week for me last week. Well, it was more like some LOTS - the organisers, volunteers, actors, directors, costumers... everyone who came together to make Dunedin Fringe Festival, writes Liz Breslin.
An entire colonnade
An entire colonnade
"They called you ‘Famous Hawea Writer Liz Breslin’," said my girlfriend. Who did? Am I? After I got off the phone I got under the duvet and stayed there a while.