| Mikey-moo Scramble, and buy my stuff |
[05 Nov 2007|10:33am] |
Been a while since I've posted here, but this is big...
Its been two and a bit years of Wellington, and its time to pack up and continue on into further possibilities... But I have lots of stuff holding me here, and you can help! Take them from me!
On Friday the 9th will be the Mikey-moo scramble, where you can grab what you want, for free. its truly time to simplify, and while I understand the format is usual a clothes swap, where its customary to swap items for items... that doesn't apply here, just take it, its yours!
But on top of that I have some larger items that I'd prefer people buy off me:
A beautiful bed and bedding that I want to lend out on a long term (perhaps permanent) loan ($200 deposit, that I can buy back for if I ever return)
A Stereo $50
A Computer, that mostly works $50
A Scanner/ printer $50
A beautiful bamboo rug and clothes hamper $50, maybe each...
Kathryn's already laid claim to the desk, and someone else has claimed the chest of draws, but I am putting a big Please Help Me! to those of you with cars and big yellow vans (not that I'm being specific here) to get these things to the people that want them.
I am all finished work now, and am all available whenever you have your spare time.
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| The Silly Season is just too crazy |
[16 Dec 2006|02:46pm] |
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The Silly Season is just too crazy a time to try to move. So suddenly, I'm not. This actually makes me very happy. I was too stressed about trying to move, getting ready for christmas in kerikeri, pay double rent and be more than broke etc... The room was offered to another friend before me, and she laid claim. Fair enough.
So I'm staying put over Dec and January with Vorry and the kids. Does anyone know any great up and coming rooms and flats that I ought to be aware of that will be availabe towards the end of Jan??
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| My head may spode |
[12 Dec 2006|03:50pm] |
Its true. It might. Any moment now. Mmmhmmm, yeah. just wait, you may see...
So it suddenly occurs to me (actually thats a lie, I've had a creeping suspicion for quite some time now) that i'm not seeing the many wonderful people that i am hoping will get around to reading this very soon.) Yet as it stands, i am cell phoneless, internet-less (except for when i trek up to uni or pay the good people at oblong monies) and so currently don't know where to find you all in a bump into you in a common location, especially with the laps of visitation to the cafe that shall become nameless to us.
Part of the reason for this particular set of babble (aside from the fact that i do miss you lot) is i am about to embark on another move. as is my custom, I am only moving around the corner, to the street where Pearl lives (can't remember its name off the top of my head... but you now, top of Willis, bottom of Brooklyn, there's another street, Si lived on it too...
This may well be happening this Sunday, there are some complications involved, but hopefully I'll sort that out. I may well be moving boxes all the following week (I will be paying rent at both places that same week...
Oh headache. I do hope I will be back in the world of almost instant communication again very soon.
HELP, please... i would much appreciate any box carrying, box packing, use of vehicles, I only have a little more than i had last move...
Mikey is as pink as an under cooked chicken, and out.
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[04 Sep 2006|06:23pm] |
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A thank you to Rhi, for understanding making me write and sending a difficult txt, then taking me out to dance on Saturday. And a thank you to Mat for putting his great wonderful foot in it and then buying me beer. Thank you ever so much. My lil' ol' 'eart will mend.
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| Side note |
[21 Aug 2006|03:08pm] |
In other news, a collegue from Fuel was killed over the weekend... Please refer to front page of today's newspaper for further details... So work today was particularly strange and surreal, as it could only be. The funeral looks like it'll be on Wednesday (23rd, August) which, as some may realise, is my actual birthday. Craziness doesn't start to describe. I mean, I've only known her two weeks, give or take...
The fuel team is planning to all head up to Hawkes Bay where her parents, and thus where the funeral, is to be held...
On top of this, my wonderful wonderful friends Iggy (the happy pirate) and Greta are going to celebrate their engagement Midday that same Saturday...
Its going to be a very, very strange week of differing and conflicting emotions, and I don't have a tendency towards emo, not at all...
I expect, although can't say for sure, I will be getting very drunk on Saturday. I ask, if I even make an attempt to make a drunken speech, could a good friend wrestle me away from doing so? Thanks, thats much appreciated.
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| this must be big cause I don't blogg often |
[21 Aug 2006|02:50pm] |
Its Official!
Mikey's throwing a party! This is a fairly unknown occurance, not since the age of ten, or twelve, has such an occurance taken place (with the unnatural phenomenon of my 21st, when I stop to think about it, but then I didn't throw that party, my parents and sister did on my behalf... and it kinda showed)
No tangent thinking!
Stop that!
Party! Yes party. Its going to be a mongruel of a party, for the reasons are varied. I've never had a house warming (most of you don't know where I live) so its that, its a leaving Plum party, its a starting with Fuel party, its a "I passed everything last semester" party, its a I'm not at uni party, its a I've been in Wellington for a year (practically) and loving it as much as when I first visited. But perhaps the biggest reason to celebrate is the fact that I've dwelled a good 26 years on this good earth. And while I once counted the years in terms of survival, this time round I'm counting it as a joy, so damn it, it's time to party!
You are all cordially invited to 42 Aro St on the 26th August (this Saturday) to make merry, 8:30 and on. Please BYO drinkies, and if I can swing some favours, or work up the nerve to ask, there may well be some live entertainment to be had, in which case, pack your dancing shoes.
This is an open invite... 'Cause I feel like there'll be a few people in the gang that aren't frequent livejournalers, and I don't wnat to not invite everyone, just because I don't know they haven't seen this... Yeah you know the story!
RRRRARRRRRRRRRRRRRR fun fun fun installed and to be collated
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| YO! |
[10 Aug 2006|01:51pm] |
So its my birthday coming up soon and there will have to be a party! So I'm booking Saturday the 26th (B'day on the Wednesday before) Can't decide on big ol house party (it is a big ol house) or a general come out to Katipo on the 25th... Will keep you posted on that.
Thinking left of topic, Ginger Brown are playing katipo real soon, is that the 19th?
Hmmm I need to get better bearings on all this.
But I will use my livejournal more. Soon, dear ones, soon.
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| Engl 114 |
[10 Jul 2006|02:09pm] |
I have my first reading list, and I'm taking off towards the second hand book stores...
titles include
Mr Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing
Jane Austin's Northanger Abbey
Henry James, The Turn of the Screw
James Ellroy, LA Confidential
Tom Stoppard, The Real Inspector Hound
and Seamus Deane, Reading in the Dark.
Does any one out there in inter space have any of these books and are willing to lend me them for the semester? I promise to take good care of them!
In other news, my left hand Archilles tendons seem to have crystalised. I've made an appointment with the pshyio at school, and going to take up David's suggestion to get some baby oil to massage into it... but intermediate aerial will be interesting tonight.
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| Saturday Calling! |
[04 Jul 2006|12:21pm] |
Well i have been all over the net (as far as my capablities go at least) And I can not find a handy dandy link to the gig i wish to draw to your attention. However
SATURDAY AT SANDWICHES it is THE SHIMMY
With the most twisted and interesting and perhaps unassuming DJ I have ever had the pleasure to listen and dance to, mr CHRIS COX
described as combining: Boogie, Broken Beat and Soul. He is of great worth, and worth a tramp through Courtney Place to sacrifice a Saturday Night for
Find information on Posters all over Wellington, for i have failed to instantly gratify your curiousity...
And lastly. Come with me, oh come with me, and we shall dance the night and morning away. It may well be a good enough cause for me to sample a herbal.
I think that door sales are $10 before midnight, and $15 after...
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| New Home |
[12 May 2006|03:14pm] |
So I am now in the actual valley of Aro Valley. I'm living with a young(ish) mum called Vorry, with her two kids, Ra and Mali, 5 and 3. Its an interesting dynamic they can be lots of fun, but also very demanding as kids that age are. But the kids aren't always around, and bed time is fairly early, but my do they run and crash around when they are... around. Vorry is widely connected to the community and is a wealth of resources and topics of discussion, and her partner is deeply involved in the wellington music scene (know as that really tall african/pacific Is... guy from Rhombus, and his own project Omecha Supreme -which, co-incidently, are playing tonight with Holly Smith -must get a ticket!)
So I find myself launched into a social scene by a matter of proxy. Last night I arrived home late to find Omecha Supreme finishing a practice for tonight, and the house full of interesting people. Unfortunately I was dead tired, and not terribly sociable. I sat in the corner.
But I feel the need of a flat warming party, however this is tricky for two reasons. First, I'd need to co-ordinate when with Vorry, so the kids are staying at their dad's or something... And second, I suck at organising parties, and find them awefully stressful and far to reflective to be enjoyable... Watch this normally non-exisistant space
Just finished my second POLS essay, so I'm not paying much attention to how this reads. Its time to take an afternoon off lounging at katipo. I haven't been there in what feels like so long. Perhaps I will see you there!
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[05 Apr 2006|10:02pm] |
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Hooray! After one essay and two Spanish tests its time for a break from uni for two weeks..............................And after the intial zeal of being a drunken first year student and trying to catch up with my uni readings and research for minor first year essays, I'm going to be really bored. Who wants to entertain! Or be entertained....?
Does anyone know of a good place to move a car on to? Any automotive auction places in the region? Had my little fiat on trade-me last week, and no one bidding, of course it wasn't where I said it would be half the time which didn't help matter much. Also if anyone knows anyone needing a cheap little car...
Also, sat down with polly today, and talked over the fact that current living arrangements haven't been working out. While it was a surprise to be confronted with the issue, I know that its true, quiet tension have been emerging, that left for months more would destroy friendships, and the logical conclusion has been reached. I'm looking for a new place to have my being.
Now I know I have a tendency to take things far too personally. So instead I'm going to be pragmatic. And I do prefer to have things said than remain unsaid. Thanks Polly (no sacarism there... you can't tell in the writen medium)
(all this said, I have been moping tonight, takes me time to shift my thinking. Thoughts can be stubborn.)
Hasta Luega, mis amigos
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| An Amnesty International deal |
[06 Mar 2006|10:46pm] |
Guns are bad
And bullets are badder
But does this here movie look baddist of all?
Lord of War movie a call to control arms
Lord of War, the latest movie by New Zealand director, Andrew Niccol, is set to provide Amnesty International
with ammunition for its campaign against the global misuse of arms.
Lord of War follows the story of a New York based arms broker (Nicolas Cage) who traffics weapons to dictators
and human rights abusers, and the efforts of an Interpol agent (Ethan Hawke)to capture him.
Amnesty International, thanks to Hoyts Distributors NZ, is hosting premieres of the movie in six local centres, beginning on
20 March. (Premiere centres listed below)
AINZ executive director, Ced Simpson, says Lord of War is literally a call to control arms.
When Andrew was shooting this film he thought he was making a fascinating character - but that arms dealing had nothing
to do with us. However he soon realised that because of our action and lack of action arms dealing has everything to do with us.
The global arms trade has reached crisis point and this year it is critical that New Zealanders take action by adding
their voice and faces to growing international support for an Arms Trade Treaty, said Mr Simpson.
The New Zealand Government has come out in support of the Treaty, as have more than 8,000 New Zealanders who have
already signed Amnesty Internationals Million Faces Petition.
I am often a big fan of things that Amnesty, as an organisation, put their name to, but this sounds awfully twee to little ol me
Would people much more educated and opinionated than me like to comment?
In other news, oh so much reading to do!
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| Into Welly Steps Rachel |
[08 Feb 2006|09:30pm] |
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Last time I visited (not moved to) Wellington, I had in tow a cute blonde girl. Named by her parentals as Rachel, a very close friend of mine.
This weekend she's heading down on the cheap (thanks to her father's connections to the armed forces -a map maker/ draftsmen)So as well as the many parties happening this weekend, we are heading out on the town, Recloose playing at Paramount Theatre on the Friday, and Downtown Brown and the Sunshine Soundsystem at Sandwiches on the Saturday. Oh so much boogie, it seems appropriate to have Sly doing his little jump kick of excitment!
Weekend will also entail sleep ins -complete with books and reading (mmm hmmm) And shopping and lounging in Cafe etc. Ahhh the Wellington lifestyle! We love it so
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[02 Feb 2006|08:21pm] |
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So I asked at katipo. All is go. Birthday celebrations for my 1 year old niece, come and toast with a beer, eat some cake on me -that is to say the cake would be paid for by me for the partaking of all! Its been decided that Chris the Pierced will be the one to blow out the singular candle (as its his birthday in close proximity) All this will happen around 6:30pm at the usual huant.
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| Something is better than nothing |
[02 Feb 2006|09:00am] |
Something I can deal with, something you can make decisions around. Nothing is nothing gifted, nothing gained, nothing is no rejection made.
I walk in and Polly turns around. I put the milk in the fridge, bread and soup on the bench, and Polly says Oohhhh, like she knows what it means. All I say is "I'm going for a walk" And I'm out of the flat again. I just need time to sooth my defencive-tending soul.
I had been sitting around Plum after a very short shift. Some of the Plum crew were also around, chatting away (as girls do, am surrounded by the lovely girls) Eventually the subject matter comes around to a recent romantic pursuit of mine. I tell them the story of how I meet this girl, how I immediately like her, and how, just after getting her number and begging to ask her out (which these days is like a three step process or something stupid like that) she makes a decision she's been needing to make for a while: she's moving back home to golden day. Previously she's told me of ill health thats been slowing her down completely, and even making her relationship with her work very tight and difficult.
On reflection the decision makes lots of sense, and I'm glad for her, however, it makes my feelings now awkward. So she tells me that we just have to hang out lots these next two weeks...
Anyway after telling the girls at plum this they convince me to get in touch, txts later and she's sick in bed and I ask her a question: "Pumpkin soup then?" After no response, and as I told myself, no "no", I head home grab some of the soup I had made last night, and head back down the hill to hers.
I knock twice, wait, even call from the road side to her bedroom on the first floor.....and wait feeling like a doofis... Nothing.
And so I had nothing to base anything on, no decision to be able to make, no assumption safe to assume... I had nothing. So I needed to walk, needed to not draw up my defenses, and I needed time.
I got home and Kathryn gave me a big hug, like I'd suffered a huge rejection. (I don't say no to hugs)And something about my manner said I wasn't going to talk about it, so we didn't. But thats the story.
PS Way too much rice and split peas in the pumpkin soup, even watering (and milking) it down, its still too rubbery in texture, probably a good thing it didn't get to that cute girl at the bottom of the hill.
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| Niece's Birthday |
[31 Jan 2006|01:34pm] |
It has come to my attention that my niece is turning one this up and coming friday. My Niece lives in Auckland with the rest of my family in Auckland. There is no way I'm going to be able to afford to get up there for it, so I think it's a lovely excuse to have cake and blow out a candle. Besides, she being one she won't recall her cake, and the memories of it all will be made up of photos taken of the event etc, so why not have a second cake in a seperate town with people she doesn't know or probably won't ever meet eating her (2nd) cake.
Who will share this time with me, to toast to a happy and joy-filled life to come (drink beer and eat cake...)
(I shall talk with the katipo crew and see if we can huant the usual huant.
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[29 Jan 2006|11:30pm] |
The Future
The possibilities are ceaseless
seamless in their woven form.
Streamless in their flowing
our riverbeds of fancy are not slowing
their discourse and narrations
not ordered, but over-running
stunning cattle, stripping mantles
of the rationally linear, and singular
The future is dreamless,
scentless, sterile.
Compiled and regulated
drug administrated
creative euphoria,
of the sicken kind.
Minds sterile, scentless
the future is dreamless
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[26 Jan 2006|10:46pm] |
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What a wonderful day!
I know that sounds awefully chipper, but wait let me explain.
Snail
Mail
Nothing really bets it. You arrive home after a long day of stuff (and can be good stuff, it could be bad stuff, it could even be marginalised indifferent stuff, with a slight chip on its shoulder) And in the doorway to your room, your lovely flatmates have left envelopes in your room. You initially ignore them, because often they're just staements from the bank, or charity newsletters that you don't often sit down to read. After mooching with flatmates you wander aimlessly towards bed, picking up the mail. Noticing one is addressed to your nickname (or one there-of) you realise its not an every day envelope. Opened it turns out to be from a friend thats promised to write. Enclosed are photos from christmas and her trip to the south Island, some Emporer's New Groove (Tm) colouring in sheets, and scralled are the day to day updates that I just don't get anymore, and some stories of the trip thrown in too.
Now this is cool, but wait, there is a second envelope. This one has my sister's address on the back. I think I know what this is... Openned, and yes, an invitation to my neice's first birthday. On the back of an attached tag is a picture of THE cutiest nearly one year old little girl in THE history of everything. I have a quiet "miss home and family" moment, and can't stop myself thinking, my god they grow up fast. BECAUSE ITS TRUE!
You see snail mail counters the fact that I worked a long day feeling already tired and sore and having to run off quickly to fetch my car to drive myself to Circus class, and not have Kathryn there to also enjoy it (stuff is better with friends you know). Its amplifies the goodness of stretching limbs out in a satisfying way and dangling in the air on a NOT-flying trapess. It takes the edge off the fact that you brought chocolate creme eggs (tm) and stopped by the cute-girl-down-the-hill's house (because it turns out thats see's decided to move home to the Golden Bay region, and thats happening in two weeks, and I kinda like her, and want to try to hang out with her in that little time, but are not sure if thats really such a good idea......) only to find that the lights are on, but no-one's answering the door, so you leave a creme egg, texting her saying such.
Snail mail is that good. So readers of live journals, is there special people in you're life? Why not write them an actual letter. ZDoesn't have to be profound, it doesn't have to flow in a divinely inspired fashion. No simple allowing this joy in someone's life is a worthwhile endeavor. And karma being karma.
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[23 Jan 2006|11:32pm] |
Tee hee I got to climb up stuff, and, and hang upsidedown, and, and finally learn how to do a foward roll without killing my back, and, and how to cartwheels, and how to juggle with clubs. Is that the right word? My brain's stopped working.
Feeling virtuous also. Manager at Plum wasn't going to have a break today because he was the only barrista scheduled on. (found this out when I stopped by yesterday on an ambling) So I filled in for him for a half hour and was paid in a PlumStar (our big breakfast deal) and had just enough time to scoff that before needing to be over at katipo for dish washing good times yeah! Katipo was very quiet so we closed up round half 3. But not before I clocked that Gryuss game I'm constantly playing on the arcade machine... with no-one around to brag to! It was quite the anti-climax that's been building for .........what? three months??? But like all games of that generation, it restarts at the beginning, but everythings that much faster and nastier.
Well I better gets some sleeps. I have something of a lunch date tomorrow. I'm in that wonderfully normal state of exceptionally excited and fundamentally anxious and nervous, and OMfrikkenG what do I say!!!! I'll be fine.
Any more details will be disclosed in person, if you want to know more... :p
Night
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