@newimprovedtom
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Some people vote for these clowns on the basis that they’re “good with numbers”.
More seriously, here’s the latest update from WREMO (whose only social media presence appears to be on Facebook and Xitter).
There’s an old saying that “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes”. Unfortunately, today in Wellington the right clothes would look like this:
Oh not at all! (see bookshelf snapshot for proof). I’m just thinking there’s a distinction between being in a genre looking out and being outside a genre looking in, if that makes sense.
Typical! After half a dozen revisions I spend a few hundred dollars on printing some copies to share with friends…and there’s a typo on the first page.
Steps 4 and 5 done! Well, it vaguely resembles a book cover and will do for now. I can start sending EPUB versions to friends, and in the next couple of days I’ll print out an A4 version for those without e-reader devices.
I do love a Moist Owlette. But here: have a warm leveret. Warm. Leveret.
Step 1 of the above is now complete. I have a rough EPUB export on my iPad so that I can do some line and copy editing at my leisure. This feels weird: like it’s really happening.
I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours but I think that God has a sick sense of humour and when I die I expect to find him laughing
On one level, it’s lovely to see people swimming near Oriental Bay on a lovely still, sunny day. On the other hand, it’s only 2 weeks to the winter solstice, and this feels weird.
Accidental BlueSky juxtaposition provided an amusing (though almost certainly wrong) answer to this question.
Well, if anyone would pay me to sit in Loretta drinking wine and reading weird books, then…that.
There’s a pop up vintage shop on Taranaki St near Vivian, and I have the feeling some of this might appeal to some of you.
*cough* unfortunately mostly gathering dust since I switched to other projects, but for many years it brought me lots of inspiration and pleasure, and (contrary to the memes) got me making more music than I had done in ages.
I know it’s trivial compared to the downpours elsewhere, but it feels utterly unheimlich when the temperature is pushing 19° in Wellington at 10am in June.
This long-awaited connection is another reason to finally feel good about Wellington again. It’s not just a necessary piece of transport infrastructure and resilience upgrade: it’s a high-quality new public space that connects us to our land, water and history.
I do have a couple of criticisms. The south end is still grotty & confusing; there are no public toilets at the south end; & the ones at Pito One are some way from the end of the path, unsignposted & woefully inadequate. Hopefully those will eventually reach the standard of the rest of the design
It’s a wonderful way to see the harbour from a perspective that you could previously only get as a glimpse from a car or train window. The views range from tranquil to dramatic, and even though you’re next to a railway line and highway, the harbour and hills capture your attention.
Apart from a few protected nesting sites, there were plenty of opportunities to get close to the water, either to fish or just to explore.
The place was humming with people: on foot or on bikes, on scooters, rollerblades, trikes, wheelchairs, skateboards and triobike taxis. Some of this popularity will be due to its novelty, but this was a weekday in winter.
One of my favourite aspects is the way that the art, signage and interpretation boards remind you that these are *places*, with their own names, stories and long history, not just a piece of infrastructure.
I finally got around to walking the brand new Ngā Ūranga to Pito One section of Te Ara Tupua today, and it was glorious. Here’s a brief thread.