auckland-in-the-rain
and you know it’s all getting a bit much when auckland-in-the-rain just looks like …auckland.
once the old bastards die…
an interesting thing happened while we were watching the finals of the rugby world cup on marsden wharf earlier this year. this was the third wharf set up with large screens, but there was still a massive crowd, and this about an hour before the game started. we thought we were lucky to get to [...]
ta’fxkz+auckland playback theatre
auckland playback theatre acting out the story of how arul and i gatecrashed a wedding the first (second?) time we met in person. a few weeks ago, arul died. i refuse to mourn. i miss him, and there is much i wish we could have talked about, and maybe i could have been less ‘tough’ [...]
onehunga library cosplay/perspective
some days work is a chore to get through. it *can get tiring to be constantly nice to people, specially when so many of those people seem to think it is somehow your privilege to be nice to them and clean up after them and answer a million questions because they can’t be arsed reading [...]
while away,
travelling is nice. while away, i learned that kissing is prohibited on kuala lumpur trains. maharashtrians sometimes burn tobacco and use it to clean their teeth. in telugu, the the honorofic ‘garu‘ can be used for both men and women. water is boiled with cardamom in kerala, giving the water a subtle flavour like green [...]
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taking a bit of a break. in the meantime, you might read the sly company of people who care, go the fuck to sleep, yellow face or kenji; listen to b-side beats, found sounds, or ta’fxkz; watch theo jansen or two cars, one night; see you in six(ish) weeks!
review(ish): atlas of remote islands
i’ve never quite understood ‘travelling’ as it is often done today, the main purpose of which seems to be to rush from one place to another, with more photographs of a place than memories. i seem to prefer the slow journey, where you spend months or years in a place before moving on. it [...]
middletoe
these specimens of what appear to be models(?) of humanoid feet were unearthed in the area of emily place/eden crescent, an area once infamous for violent volcanic activity. while some superstitions hold that they are in fact the shrivelled and preserved feet of some prehistoric psychedelicised hippie-type race, there is no scientific evidence to back [...]
