Saturday, January 20, 2018

Vanish the Thought

November 12, 2008 by  
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One of the loveliest stories told during the mihi and whaikororeo was by Aunty June about Nama’s Pond’s Cream. The story of Ponds “began when Theron T. Pond, a pharmacist from Utica New York, introduced ‘Pond’s Golden Treasure’ in 1846, a witch-hazel based

Green Prepay Petrol Monsters

October 31, 2008 by  
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Our first real stop toward the North was near Wairakei whereupon I met the green prepay petrol monsters that are BP Service stations (we were to meet a number of them along the way). You know I have this thing about customer service right, well this was so awful, why

Baby Steps

September 21, 2008 by  
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From time to time the buck as they say stops with you. Of course we’d all rather it didn’t, instead opting to move from under the heavy gaze of responsibility to blame-shifting. Now blame-shifting is an acquired art although children learn it with stunning alacrity right out of nappies it would seem!

The Sandwich Tree

September 15, 2008 by  
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When she was 5 years old Mede had a very definite culinary taste that didn’t run to sandwiches in any way shape or form (mostly crustless and cut on the diagonal). She liked the julienne carrot or celery sticks, the fruit and the

Cleaning Out the Garage

August 19, 2008 by  
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There’s something in the air. Some cosmic concentration that requires me to look more closely at my life. Cleaning out the garage as my old friend Wordman would say. Do you feel it? Do you

Where Elephants Swim

May 7, 2008 by  
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Best friends come in small numbers, great friends are even fewer and farther between. Why is that? Well I think mostly it takes time (I’m talking years here) to deepen a friendship that’s prepared to bare all. It’s as raw and naked as we are want to get because

Dam Busters

May 1, 2008 by  
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The notion that one’s popularity in a herd is interesting to me. How does one get to be a big kahuna then? Something as absurdly knee-deep as bigger is best? As insalubrious as mere good looks? As lofty-minded as self installation? How exactly? I find popularity contests