Commuting
“Someone to love, somewhere to live, somewhere to work and something to hope for.” ― Norman Kirk, “The town that’s used to being disappointed”. A dark …
“Someone to love, somewhere to live, somewhere to work and something to hope for.” ― Norman Kirk, “The town that’s used to being disappointed”. A dark …
There’s been plenty of blue skies today. Gale force winds have chivvied the clouds around almost recklessly. Hapless office workers scuttled around at lunch time, …
Who, at some point, hasn’t thought that they might be the black sheep of the family? You know, that one person in the family that …
How I wish that were true. Frequently I am afraid, and I loathe the feeling and I loathe myself for being afraid. I don’t mean watching …
What do you say when other people find your finest, most creative, work trashed by others? Worse, by total strangers? I generally don’t care a great …
Ah, Elizabeth, you’ve left your art folios in the street. I’m unsure whether you’ve abandoned your studies , or these are from last year . I …
Today I parted with our old and faithful computers. Desktop mini-towers, heavy CRT monitors, UPS, RS-323 connectors, dial-up modems, and enough cable to stretch to …
Mia and Ruffian, Brangelina of the pigeon world, were last spotted yesterday morning, nonchalantly hanging out on the side of the Forest and Bird building. They …
“Then out of the tunnel and Wellington burst like a bomb. It opened like a flower, was lit up like a room, explained itself exactly, …
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