Among the many themes with which I could clad this year’s experiences is Meeting People from the Internet. The Christmas presence, earlier this week, of Stephen and Kathy, completed a happy trifecta which began with meeting Jo and Lisa in Wellington in February, followed by Heather and of course Fran here, around the end of the first semester.
Bearing in mind Stephen’s history as a North Islander (and allowing for cultural changes wrought by Kathy’s transplanting from south to north for the last few years) I took the elevated approach to a night out. We wended our way along the Summit Road from Dyer’s Pass to Mount Pleasant, noodled out to Scarborough for a walk on the promenade at high tide, where the surfers were being thrown against the rocks like hydro-powered lemmings, then drove back into town for dinner at the Dux and a final rendezvous with the dogs at home (“what,” said Stephen, “if it’s pronounced Soh-burn?”, which has pricked my imagination ever since).
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Robyn’s recent defence of the single coincides with a shift in my own musical habits. Over the last few months, I have been stepping out on my usual aesthetic choices somewhat, and experimenting, tentatively, with collecting happy love songs. This has had various effects, including using “ella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh” as a kind of iterative statement (as in, “come over about five, ella ella ella etc.“), and a lot of singing things to, and striking poses with, the dogs (to whom I tend to sing things anyway). Aitch and I warbled quite a few hits of the Killers as we pottered around Amsterdam two months ago, and really, that’s about as cheery as I get (although I still have Robyn’s handy happy discography to which to refer as well).
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I have been no diarist of late, my slowness of mind consistent across most areas of my life. My carpets have a fine coating of dog hair, my desk at work is woefully untidied, and all those things which, caught up in the high energy of travel, I assumed I’d do as soon as I returned home, remain, by and large, undone.
Such lethargy isn’t doing much for my length of sentence either, as you can see above.
I have, however, this evening finished putting rather perfunctory captions and descriptions on my holiday photos, which you can see as a set here and indeed view in slideshow if you wish. Each of these images has of course its own story, some of which I still hope to include here in time.
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The idle pleasures of these days
31 December, 2007
in at home,commentatrix,in Aotearoa,O internet,the social round,we are family
Among the many themes with which I could clad this year’s experiences is Meeting People from the Internet. The Christmas presence, earlier this week, of Stephen and Kathy, completed a happy trifecta which began with meeting Jo and Lisa in Wellington in February, followed by Heather and of course Fran here, around the end of the first semester.
Bearing in mind Stephen’s history as a North Islander (and allowing for cultural changes wrought by Kathy’s transplanting from south to north for the last few years) I took the elevated approach to a night out. We wended our way along the Summit Road from Dyer’s Pass to Mount Pleasant, noodled out to Scarborough for a walk on the promenade at high tide, where the surfers were being thrown against the rocks like hydro-powered lemmings, then drove back into town for dinner at the Dux and a final rendezvous with the dogs at home (“what,” said Stephen, “if it’s pronounced Soh-burn?”, which has pricked my imagination ever since).
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