Internet-based snark since 2007.
When I was around five years old my Māori father asked if I would like to learn to speak his language. I declined. When he asked me why, since I seemed happy enough to speak my Pākehā mother’s tongue, I said that it was because it “sounded funny”. There’s a part of me that knows…
There are some milestones which, as a parent, give you pause. You stop, for a moment, in the day-to-day task of keeping your family afloat – steering the waka through storms, plugging any leaks, navigating as best you can – to turn and gaze at the great distance you’ve covered. You look to the horizon…
Recently Christchurch has been in the news again for being racist. Oh, ho, ho! What will those cricket-fetishist, First Four Ships-worshipping WASPs be up to next? But “Christchurch is New Zealand’s capital of racism” as an established storyline that everyone understands doesn’t sit well with me. Just to fill you in, local asian-fusion restaurant Bamboozle…
Most of my writing these days is for my day job. Here’s a selection of my latest postings there.
Despite my longish history of blogging I have never really done much in the way of travel writing unless you count that time I told everyone in mind-numbing detail about how I lost my passport in between countries, or the slightly less dramatic tale of my Singapore sunburn.
Facebook. It giveth with one hand, it taketh with the other. On the one hand I can easily glom* onto already organised toddler gatherings with the greatest of ease and share pics of my kid with his whanau, on the other hand I get an insight into the mindset and politics of people whom I…
I’ve written before about the thoroughly delightful fact that the street maps for Pawnee used in Parks and Recreation were based off a map of my very own hometown Christchurch. So I was pretty thrilled to be able to dig up some facts about how that came to be for an article on The Spinoff.
Urban farmland? Bit of an oxymoron there, don’t you think, Moata? Mayhaps, pedantic reader. Mayhaps. Then again, I’m not quite sure what else to call my hometown given the odd spate of random livestock appearances we’ve been having.
Most of my writing these days is for my day job. Here’s a selection of my latest postings there.
Well this is it, pardners, the season 1 finale. Whether we see God is debatable but it seems highly likely that chaos and havoc will ensue. I honestly have no idea how this will play out but am assuming it will be as entertaining as all get-out. It’s a slightly longer than usual episode of…