Internet-based snark since 2007.
There are places I’ll remember All my life though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I’ve loved them all There’s plenty about the…
Well, here we are. Ten years on and I’m revisiting this old image again, of me standing outside my work building on 22 February 2011. I honestly didn’t think it had been five years since I last did this but apparently it has been. You may remember my triptych of photos then… Well, here’s the…
Okay, so that blog post I wrote about mental health in post-quake Christchurch got an amazing amount of attention with people sharing it willy nilly and generally agreeing that it was right on the money.
A picture of me in the same place at three different moments in time. Feb 2011: After the 6.3 magnitude earthquake on 22 February 2011, immediately after we had left the building, my friend and workmate took a photo of me with her phone. The expression on my face probably says everything. I’m looking towards…
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.
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).
To step into HAPA design store is to enter an Aladdin’s cave of beautiful, covetable things. You know, if the cave were actually a converted shipping container and if instead of saying “open sesame” you just hand over your credit card. If there’s a problem with the place, it’s that you find yourself wanting to buy…
I wrote a post offering Wellingtonians some earthquake survival tips and then Seven Sharp decided to do a very cut down version of it for their show. This involved lying on my pregnant belly on the floor under my coffee table on my dirty carpet. Ah well.