Just a few pictures of our very much loved little dog, Chippy, who passed away on the 25th of May, 2014 aged just nine.
I spent three or four hours taking photos of the protests last Sunday. There have been all sorts of absurd claims of millions of protesters but logic and the eyeball would indicate a crowd in the low to mid hundreds of thousands. The claims bring to mind Hitler’s famed ‘big lie’ theory.
I feel like I’m slowly coming out of a dark hole. Of my own making of course.
I blog mostly because I enjoy it - and because it provides a place where I can harmlessly vent and enthuse to my heart’s (and head’s) content. I like it and it’s an escape to a place that is mine, even if that mine is rather public. But it’s a public me that I can control and limit as I see fit.
I’ll never write as well as my friend David Herkt has for many, many years, mostly recently on this heartwarming — if conflicting — essay 1, and make no claim to do so, but neither am I ashamed of what I write now. I wish I could say that about then, but I’m not tempted to quick-edit to hide that messy past either.
Three or so years back I started obsessively pushing for the thing that has grown into AudioCulture. Why? Well mostly because I was increasingly aware that there was a hole, and it was a gaping and growing hole, in the way we (New Zealand — no matter where I live I am everyday a New Zealander) as a nation have captured our musical past.
- I hate the clinical word essay, but what? Story, article, piece? None successfully capture what David has created here and most are worse — perhaps he can advise. ↩