Month: December 2009
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Time To Go
Last night we all went to the Wellington International Ukulele show at San Francisco Bathhouse and got home ever so slightly late for a Sunday night, after much singing along to “Africa” and “Sweet Child O’Mine” (works surprisingly well as a happy cheery folky song) and everyone’s favorite “Heartache”. This morning when I got into…
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The Realization Of Desire
I leave in a couple of days for my summer holidays (and of course it’s still winter weather in Wellington, of course it is) and have been busy with many parties and much wrapping-things-up with work and much trying to see everyone before I leave for the usual lunches and coffees and dinners. I’ve been…
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Down From The Mountain
In the course of a series of emails this week I sent a friend a link to this old entry (I still call them “entries”), and he sent back some very nice compliments. Is it true, he asked, is all of it true. The mountain, the kiss, the fireworks in the background on the Fourth…
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Rotorua Road Trip
I was couching it all in super generous terms—my friend Eric from the States is in Wellington for a couple of months, and I was all like, “Girl, your experience of the North Island should not be limited to Cuba Street!”—but really I was feeling a bit restless and wanting to get out of town.…
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Timing
We had to read Sense And Sensibility in high school but I didn’t think much of it at the time; it wasn’t until I was in college that I actually LOLed at Emma and then proceeded to devour Jane Austen’s other books in a matter of a couple of very happy weeks. I have deep…