>Why am I writing this?

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First, I have long believed in the importance of being an informed voter. I am a voter registrar. For 10 years I put on student voting programs in the schools. If you google my name, you will find references to my participation in local government, education, and PTA/parent organizations.

Secondly, I’ve always operated in the belief that “bad things happen when good people stay silent.” Few people know as much as I do because few have gone to as many City Council meetings.

Third, I am just a housewife. I don’t have a job she can bump me out of. I don’t belong to any organization that she can hurt. But I am no fool; she is immensely popular here, and it is likely that this will cost me somehow in the future: that’s life.

Fourth, she has hated me since back in 1996, when I was one of the 100 or so people who rallied to support the city librarian against Sarah’s attempt at censorship.

Fifth, I looked around and realized that everybody else was afraid to say anything because they were somehow vulnerable.
 

Writes Anne Kilkenny in an email to her friends


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YES! YES! YES!

Oh.

It’s vapourware.

Sod it.

I was getting quite enthused there for a sec.

John van der Nieuwenhuizen is an Aussie industrial designer at HP in San Francisco by way of Motorola in Milan and Chicago.

He’s designed the Hidden Radio.

Lift to hear, Rotate to tune.

It’s just an idea at the moment. Can’t buy it anywhere.

I wrote to him with just 2 and a half questions:

1.       When?
2.       Where
2.5     “How much?” is irrelevant..

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>Tunes for a Tuesday – 2 September 2008

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Leon Russell  – Alcatraz from Leon Russell and the Shelter People
Torrez  – The Evening Sun
Miranda Lambert  – Famous In A Small Town from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend
David Thomas  – Fishing Blues from The Harry Smith Project Live Vol. 2
Avril Lavigne  – Girlfriend from The Best Damn Thing
Ashton, Gardner & Dyke  – Hymn To Everyone from The Best Of
Jimmie Rodgers  – I’m Lonely And Blue from The Essential Jimmie Rodgers
Dramarama  – Incredible from The Best of Dramarama: 18 Big Ones
The Who  – It’s Not Enough from Endless Wire
The Pogues  – Lorca’s Novena from Hell’s Ditch
Donna Summer  – Love to Love You Baby from Billboard Top 100 Hits Of 1976
Elton John  – Madman Across The Water from Tumbleweed Connection
Anika Klar & Stefan Seitz  – Man maste vara manniska from Trax from the neighbourhood
Mekons  – Snow from Heaven And Hell
Red Hot Chili Peppers  – Suck My Kiss from Greatest Hits
Lindisfarne  – Together Forever from The Very Best Of Lindisfarne
The Beatles  – Wait from Rubber Soul
Bob Dylan, Bobby Neuwirth  – When I Paint My Masterpiece from Rolling Thunder Review – 8/12/75 – NYC
Summer Cats  – Wild Rice from Cloudberry Records Samples
Pulp  – Wishful Thinking from The Peel Sessions

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Mug of the month- August 2008

>Sabine Kratzer is a porcelainist, if there’s such a word.

Paper-thin to point of translucency, this piece gives an insight into her skill levels.

Stunning.

Not the sort of mug that you’d want to cup yout hands around on a frosty winter morning, though.

Unless you’re a masochist, of course… 

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>Why is it….

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….that you can’t have fun anymore?

The brainy looking chap in the middle with the funny black thing perched ill-fittingly on his head is Matthew, my cousin Dave’s youngest.

And brainy he is too.

MA in History and just turned 22.

A real bloody clever clogs.

I asked him if they’d thrown their hats into the air like you see in the movies and maybe he’d got the wrong size back.

“Not allowed to do that anymore” he said. “Health and Safety regs won’t allow it. They reckon that someone might get hurt”

What a load of bollox….

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>Viel Llama um nichts

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The New Zealand wine industry has its roots in the Dalmatian and Lebanese immigrants of the late 19th/early 20th centuries who brought their culture, vines and enjoyment of the products thereof to an exceptionally wowserish and puritanical New Zealand.

Thank goodness.

I used to zip out to Henderson to the west of Auckland on my Suzuki 250 and buy stuff directly from these old guys with big grins full of gold teeth and their wizened wives

Shocking stuff, but when you’re 19 – 2 years away from the legal drinking age – you take what you can get.

The owner of the wine shop in the Northcote Shopping Centre knew Mum and Dad, so no point trying there too often…

“Now come on, Jonty” he’d say “I haven’t been invited to your 21st birthday, so I KNOW you’re not legal”

Bugger.

Anyway.

These days, you’ll still see names like Babich, Corban, Delegat, Nobilo, Jelich, Selak, Soljan, Milicich – the list’s endless – on wine labels around Auckland.

Most of them came over to dig kauri gum up north and when that gave out, they moved down to the Big Smoke.

They metamorphosed from Dalmations (“Dallies”) to Croatians, Serbs and Yugoslavs until the tensions between the various factions got a bit heated and they decided to go back to being Dalmatians.

A couple of years back, they decided to donate some animals to the Auckland Zoo as a token of appreciation to their new homeland.

I have absolutely no idea why they’d choose an genus which is native to Peru – maybe that’s what was missing in the lineup at the time and they probably already had a couple of goats – but they ended up sponsoring a herd of llamas.

Affectionately known as the Dally Llamas

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>People just don’t think…#3

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….as John Whatley would say.

There’s all this hooha in Mainz about where you can ride a bike and where you can’t.

They first proposed that you couldn’t ride anywhere in the pedestrian precincts, but the place has been so pedestrian-precinctised that it’s almost impossible to get from A to B without traversing one.

Ah.

OK, you can ride, but only at walking pace..

That would be 15km/h if you were  Valeriy Borchin in the 20km competition in Beijing last week.

No, probably not..

Anyway.

So they put up signs all over the place, stating that on days when there’s no market or similar event, you can ride across the cathedral square at walking pace.

Logic determines that at other times – on market days and similar – you can thus ride across the square at full whack……

Eh?

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>"But he was such a nice chap…"

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So I’m in Sao Paulo in the early 90s during a Revenue Management roadshow for the troops and I’m out on the town with Klaus Sandgathe (one of last months’ funerals)

I’d worked with Klaus for a few years in Frankfurt in the 80s but we hadn’t seen each other for a bit and he’s now  Cargo Director for South America.

End up at some dive that’s the hangout for the German expat community in Sao Paulo, so it’s a good place to do business with the local head honchos of Mercedes/BASF/Siemens and whathaveyou.

It’s also the hangout for the buggers who zipped off down there sharpish-like when it became fairly apparent that Adolf’s 1000 Year Reich was going to fall short of its target by quite a bit.

So we’re all sitting around drinking happily away and chatting about this and the other, Klaus is talking 20 to the dozen and the old buggers are reminiscing about the old days and the people who have latterly fallen off the perch.

And – because I supposedly don’t have an accent – no-one notices that I’m not German..

“What Mengele did wasn’t quite right, of course” one of them says “but he was such a nice chap“

I look at Klaus, Klaus looks at me and we both show a bit of interest which gets these old guys talking even more.

Bloody hell.

I won’t say that I had Martin Bormann’s full address, but I probably knew the name of the street before things got a bit blurred in an alcoholic haze.

So at some stage Klaus and I head off into the night and we’ve only just got out of the door when Klaus doubles over with laughter, whacks me on the back and says

“Johnny, wenn sie bloss gewusst hätten, daß Du der Feind bist….!”

“Johnny, if only they’d known that you’re the enemy…..!”
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>People just don’t think…#2

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….as John Whatley would say.

Needed to replace one of these energy-saving bulbs the other day.

They’re claimed to last a lifetime, but no-one’s defined whose lifespan.

I’m guessing that of a butterfly.

Given that the darn thing costs 20 bloody Euros, I figured that a quick functionality check would be in order.

Plug it into the thingy that buzzes if everythings OK.

Nothing.

Turn up the hearing aid and try again.

Not even a faint hum.

Try another one. And another. And another.

The pile of light bulbs in the aisle is beginning to take on significant proprtions, attracting the attention of a Retail Executive (Callow Youth version).

He shakes 2 or 3 and reckons that if they rattle, they’re stuffed.

They all rattle.

“They’re ALL stuffed” I ask.

“Every one of ’em” he says

A Retail Vice President then walks by and says casually:

“You can’t use the standard tester for those. You need to screw them into a fitting”

“But they rattle” says Retail Executive (Callow Youth version)

“That’s normal” says Retail Vice President.

“Wouldn’t it be a GOOD IDEA” I venture “to put up a sign next to the tester saying that it only works with standard bulbs”

The next 5 minutes – I kid you not – are consumed with convoluted explanations as to why it wouldn’t work.

  • People don’t test bulbs At 20 bloody Euros a throw? 
  • I know about it now, so I don’t need one
  • Need to get permission
  • But what do you do for blind people the sight impaired/short-people the vertically challenged?
  • The majority of people are illiterate/dyslexic/foreigners…

I gave up and drifted off.

Last time I looked back, they were still finding reasons.

Makes me think of Herb Kelleher of Southwest Airlines

He said “Sure we have a strategic plan. It’s called doing things”

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>People just don’t think…

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….as John Whatley would say.

Get a form to claim benefits as a cripple handicapped person mobility-challenged individual (I kid you not – over here, if you have a hip joint replacement, you’re a cripple er handicapped er mobility whatever.ed..).

Duly fill it out and notice that there’s nowhere to sign.

Call up the bureaucrats who tell me that it comprises 2 sheets, not just the 1 sheet that they’ve given me.

Politely suggest that they could avoid the problem by either stapling the sheets together or – even better – indicating “Page 1 of 4”, “Page 2 of 4” and so on.

“No, that wouldn’t work” says the bouncer receptionist “The ideas have to come from the top.”

“Who’s at the top of the tree, then” I ask.

“So and so, but that won’t help either, because he’s also got a boss. And his boss has ALSO got a boss “

So it seems like I have to write to the Premier of the State of Rhineland-Palatinate to get things done.

Fat chance of anything happening, seeing what I’ve written about Kurt Beck on occasion…..

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