We need to talk about Christchurch
If you’d asked me a fortnight ago what the mood of Christchurch folk was, asked for a precis of our psychological landscape I would have said that we were doing okay.
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If you’d asked me a fortnight ago what the mood of Christchurch folk was, asked for a precis of our psychological landscape I would have said that we were doing okay.
Most of my writing these days is for my day job. Here’s a selection of my latest postings there.
Another digest of recent day job writings Interviews Courtney Barnett: Touring and reading Chatting with New Zealand’s Threatened Species Ambassador History Charles Reginald Shaw: Father, surveyor, farmer Commemorating peaceful protest – Parihaka
I’d never really thought much about it before, but I would like my offspring to have an appreciation of The Arts. I don’t expect him to be an artist or even have an artistic or creative job necessarily but I would like him to see the value in artistic endeavours.
Central Christchurch. It ain’t what it used to be. I mean, BIG time. New buildings are rising out of the rubble at a surprising rate now (after the last four years anything faster than glacial speed feels pretty giddy) but buildings aren’t people.
Once upon a time, long, long ago going to a concert was simple. You bought your ticket, rocked up to one of the many centrally-located venues in town, drank beer out of plastic cups, got your toes mashed in the mosh pit, and (eventually) went home
What do you get if you cross the panel quiz show format with a handful of unabashed pop culture enthusiasts and record it in a studio in front of a nerdish audience? You get ‘The Nerd Degree’, a decidedly geeky, kiwi podcast that wears its nerd credentials on its sleeve (and that sleeve is not…
Last night the fiancé and I attended The Foo Fighters’ Christchurch concert, the first of their 2015 Sonic Highways World Tour. It was epic in more ways that one. In order to get there we had to battle sleep deprivation (we’d both been awake since at least 4:30am), baby-wrangling and babysitter organising, and monstrous traffic
I’m a city kid. I grew up in Linwood which, though not in the middle of town, is only a 10-15 minute bus ride to Cathedral Square (back when Cathedral Square did double duty as transport hub and spiritual centre of the city).
A couple of years ago, Christchurch pop culture enthusiast (among other things), James Dann, noticed that the TV show Parks and Recreation was using a map of little old Christchurch as a stand in for Pawnee.