 | Well, I was very wrong to bitch about winter not showing up last week, because now it's here doing fairly hardcore butt stuff to us with a tonne of slushy rain and a nice stinging southerly gale. Annnnd it looks like the first sleet of the season is hissing on the big front windows as I write this. I do prefer cold to heat. Better wardrobe, nicer bedding, more time for longform writing. Took < this with the 2nd hand Panasonic Lumix GF1 pocket cam we bought the other day fo cheep. We like the wee Canon S95, but it has some annoying limitations. The GF1 isn't as truly pocket-y but came with a nice retro leather belt case which is cool. Build quality is great too. I'll comment on its performance in the fullness of time. |
Behold: the first ever privately-generated video we've uploaded, a searing visual indictment of mid Otago Harbour from Scott Memorial packed full of sizzling revelations and the kind of technical bravura that keeps Malick up at night in an anxious lather of morphically resonant inadequacy. Ha ha! Just kidding.
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It's so fucking weird filming with something the size of your hand; you're thinking this is never going to work. But it does, I found out how to compress that shit (we sort of hate Quicktime but it came through for us in this respect) and now our discrete experience is a transmissible reality... which is a bit fucking creepy. And awesome. So you might be subjected to more.
We've been thinking about doing audio files of the book for a while now, but don't like how we sound during playback. I sound like a giant evil lisping toad; R is a bit more ear-friendly, so it might yet happen.
Ever wonder what it's really like to live in New Zealand, home of the world's worst impending train-wreck housing bubble and stagnating wages? Even many of us who currently own our homes are just one or two financial misfortunes away from losing that dubious distinction and joining the ever-swelling ranks of the under-housed and homeless.
We've been thinking about doing audio files of the book for a while now, but don't like how we sound during playback. I sound like a giant evil lisping toad; R is a bit more ear-friendly, so it might yet happen.
Ever wonder what it's really like to live in New Zealand, home of the world's worst impending train-wreck housing bubble and stagnating wages? Even many of us who currently own our homes are just one or two financial misfortunes away from losing that dubious distinction and joining the ever-swelling ranks of the under-housed and homeless.
| The sociopathic insanity of National's punitive 'housing' policy is best delineated by someone at the pointy end of the crisis; read this great no-bullshit piece by Danielle Bergin in the RNZ News. She runs a trust trying to get homeless fams into state housing. Yes, state housing. Because you need a consultant and two flaming angel swords to win that particular jackpot now. Is the same unfolding where you live? It's all starting to sound horribly familiar, isn't it? |  |
PS: I'm super-busy at the moment writing the next book and making a site for someone else, amongst other things, so it'll probably be another lipstick review this week.
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