Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Mugabe needs to take a chill pill

So the other day when I was distracted from my study, I found two really awesome sites. One is passive-aggressive notes: http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/
and the other is a column that appears in the Orange County Weekly called "Ask A Mexican": http://www.ocweekly.com/columns/ask-a-mexican/

Ah. Good times.

However, it is not all good times for all. Robert Mugabe has proven his distaste for the Western view of how a country should be run. We may be quick to judge, but it's hard to judge the attitude he has taken. I'm not condoning the violence that has been going on in anyway, it's positively sickening. Everyday now we're getting more and more reports of horrendous acts that have been commited against supported of the main opposition party, MDC. And you know how the media works, we only hear when it's really bad. It has been awful for ages, but unfortunately it has only gotten worse.
Back to what I was saying about judging Mugabe's attitude... he says God appointed him to his position as president and only God can remove him. I suppose it's a view that is held by many chiefs of African tribes, but the attitude is not restricted to them. Many early societies and societies today worked on chiefs that had ascribed status rather than the achieved status leaders countries like, say, New Zealand has.
Isn't cultural imperialism a wonderful thing? It is a real problem for some cultures, it's just unfortunate and so terrible that people like Mugabe cite fears of or refusal to subscribe to cultural imperialism as a justification for tyrannical behaviour.

There are some real fears on the the effects of what Robert Mugabe is doing on other African nations. Fortunately some of them have stood up and voiced support for a free and fair election. The one that was going to happen is a joke. When I heard that Morgan Tsvangirai had pulled out of the election, my heart sank. I just knew that the situation for his supporters were too much to continue. It reminds me of what my Spanish 216 lecturer told the class about a vote for changes in the constitution of Chile. People were told to vote yes and were given the impression that voting no would only bring suffering to their families.
Avaaz will be putting out ads that will be published in big newspaper advertisements in South Africa, Tanzania, Angola, and Mozambique this week -- click here to see the ads and endorse their message:
http://www.avaaz.org/en/save_zimbabwe/5.php?cl=100804473

Here are some more links that were provided in a Avaaz newsletter:

Thabo Mbeki and the emergency talks for a settlement:
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/africa/article4200177.ece

United Nations Security Council declares free and fair elections "impossible":
http://www.reuters.com/article/topNews/idUSL2026827820080624

Elections going ahead despite MDC pull-out:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7468849.stm

Mugabe: "Only God will remove me!"
http://www.thetimes.co.za/SpecialReports/Zimbabwe/Article.aspx?id=788598

Monday, June 16, 2008

News of Much Greatness

I'm going to Canada!
*dances around the room*
*trips over incredible mess that has accumulated due to exam study period and innate laziness*

Yay!

The song to listen to RIGHT NOW (as it is the song I am listening to) is Grounds for Divorce by Elbow. "
There's a hole in my neighbourhood down which of late I cannot help but fall....."
Also, watch the Insomnia show on C4 the next time you can't sleep. You will discover gold on a tv screen.


Sunday, June 15, 2008

I love the nightlife!

I went to see Priscilla, Queen of the Desert: The Musical on Saturday. I love the film and was pleased to see that the musical was just as good, although I did miss the ABBA references (and a Liam Finn concert!). They seemed to have replaced ABBA with Kylie references.
For example, in the classic quote "
I'll join this conversation on the proviso that we stop bitching about people talking about wigs, dresses, bust sizes, penises, drugs, night clubs, and bloody ABBA!", ABBA was changed to Kylie.

"What sort of Kylie should I be? Neighbours Kylie? Delinquents Kylie? Leopard Print Kylie? Ooh, how about Hot Pants Kylie?"

The show was riddled with jabs at Australians and because they couldn't resist poking fun at their audience from next door, New Zealanders didn't entirely escape unscathed. At the beginning of the show, the backdrop feature a map of Australia etched in pink lipstick with Alice Springs and Sydney marked as well as the path taken by Priscilla (the bus), Mitzy, Bernadette and Felicia on their way to Alice Springs. To the New Zealand audience was the message "you are here" with an arrow pointing off stage.
Another jab was:
Bernadette: Oh no! The battery is flat! LOOK, Tick! It's as flat as Rodney Hide's mattress!

The show was full of wonderful quotes. Many of them were the same as those in the movie, however some had been updated to be more relevant to the audiences watching the show today. Since I'm sure most of you have seen it (or will, because I'll make you ;p), here is a list of quotes from the show:
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Voice-over: Good evening, ladies and ladies. Please remember to turn off your cellphones. Also, in order to not obstruct the views of those behind you, please remove any large wigs and place them underneath the seat in front of you.
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Mitzy: Remember, ladies and ladies, the more you drink, the better I look!
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Off-stage voices: Boo! Get a new act, Mitzy! Get a new dress! Get some new tits! *snickering*
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Adam: A desert holiday, let's pack the drag away. You take the lunch and tea, I'll take the esctasy!
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Adam: I had this dream about climbing to the top of Ayers rock in full costume.
Bernadette: That's just what this country needs: a cock in a frock on a rock.
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Bernadette: Listen here, mullet. Why don't you light your tampon, blow your box apart. It'll be the best bang you'll ever get, sweetheart!
*silence*
Bar people: Woo! Go faggots!
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Bernadette: Oh shit! (the bus has broken down)
Adam: What are we going to do? We're going to starve!
Bernadette: Someone will come looking for us, won't they?
Tick: We're not due in Alice for another 6 days.
Bernadette: Six days! We'll be bones and silicon by then!

** later on, Felicia gets off the bus carrying a can of paint. Priscilla was vandalised by Broken Hill RedNecks**
Bernadette: What are you doing?
Felicia: If I'm going to die out here, I don't want my tombstone reading "fuck off faggots"

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Bernadette: Help! We're trapped in the middle of the desert!
Voice on phone: Where are you?
Bernadette: Oh, don't ask me that! How the fuck should I know? Um... somewhere between Broken Hill and.... purgatory.
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Bernadette (on arrival to Coober Pedy): If I had to give the world an enema, I think I found the place!
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Felicia: Oh for goodness sake! Get down off the crucifix, someone needs the wood! (points to Tick).
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Felicia: Do you know why this microphone cord is so long? So I can retrieve it after I've shoved it up your ass!
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Mitzi: You know, there are two things I don't like about you, Felicia. Your face. So how's about shutting both of them?
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Tick and Bernadette are discussing what it would be like to have children
Tick: What happens if they turn out like Adam?
Bernadette:
You stuff 'em back in and ask for a refund.

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Tick: Whose rooms are those?
Benji: That's my room, that's mum's room and that room is for you and your boyfriend.
Tick: Oh! I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, Benji.
Benji: That's ok, neither does mum.
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In case you haven't seen the show:
Tick, Adam and Bernadette are the main three characters.

Tick (nickname for Anthony) becomes Mitzy when he's in drag (for the show she was Mitzy-matosis. Kept reminding me of the Radiohead song rather than the poison ;p)
Adam becomes Felicia in drag
Bernadette has had the 'chop'. (Felicia: Is is true that her real name is Ralph? Bernadette: Aaaaargh! Just call me that one more time, one more time!! and then later.... Felicia: Is it true that you keep Ralph junior in your bag in a jar of formaldehyde? Bernadette: I wish I did so I could shove it down your throat!)

Benji is Tick's son.

Priscilla, Queen of the Desert is the name of the bus they road trip it to Alice Springs in. (Felicia: I hereby christen this budget Barbie camper: Priscilla, Queen of the Desert!)

Coober Pedy is an old opal mining town in Australia. It is famous because most of the residents (all 1,916 of them, according the the 2006 census) prefer to live underground or in houses bored into the rock in caves. This is because the summer time temperatures are often unbearably hot (gets over 40 in summer. Holey moley, that's pretty hot ;p). They are a quirky bunch. For example, they play golf at the local golf course mostly at night to avoid the daytime temperatures so they use glow in the dark golf balls. Ah, gotta love it!

They were quite cruel to their own people in the show, but they didn't spare anyone. Kinda like Bro Town, in that sense. Mullet, for example, was a real good ol' Aussie sheila. Her probably F cup breasts were flying around all over the place and her bra straps keep falling down, visible from under her white 'wife-beater' single. She also had the mullet she's named for. We are introduced to her singing the classic first verse lines "Please don't talk about love tonight..." of the song I love the Nightlife (Disco 'Round) by Alicia Bridges. Her best moment was her floor grabbing, hip thrusting "I want some action, I wanna live! Action, I have SO much to give! I want to give it, I want to get some tooooooo"

(followed up by:
Bogan like character: Hey baby, how about a root?
Mullet: Nah, get off it.
Bogan: Aw, come on! It's better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick.
Mullet: It wasn't last time...)

Ok, maybe "best moment" is a bit kind :p

When I have my Australian film night, Priscilla will be one of the feature films. Others include Strictly Ballroom, Muriel's Wedding, and the more recent films The Castle and Fat Pizza. Any other suggestions are welcome :)

Thursday, May 01, 2008

I think, therefore I am. I think...

How quickly do you thoughts move from one topic to the next?
This morning on the bus I was wondering what I was thinking about (playing capoeira) and how on earth I managed to get there from what I was originally thinking (hey, the people behind me are speaking in German!).
How did I get there? At first I recognised the German and was listening to them help each other to string a sentence of English together. Then I was thinking about how cool German accents sound and wished I hadn't given up on German after fourth form when both German and French clashed with maths for the next year's subjects. Then... I was thinking about going overseas later on this year and meeting French or German people and possibly getting them to teach me better German. I was thinking, if I'm hanging around them I'd pick up some interesting vocab, different vocab from each different person I met. This, in my opinion, was much like how in capoeira class you learn a whole lot more when you are playing against different people. Like how one guy gave me some ideas on how to catch the other person off guard rather than just doing a defensive move in response to their attacking move. Each different person I play against will have different strategies and ideas so the more people I play against, the more I will learn and improve my own capoeira as well as picking up nifty moves. This revelation will not, however, inspire me to attend the Friday night rodas any time soon. I'm way too scared to!
My thoughts then moved to Monday night's capoeira class and how I could have done much better if I hadn't been so tired and had remembered my contact lenses.
All of this when I was meant to be doing a reading for an anthro 219 assignment! On the comodification of music too, joy!

Thought progression is an interesting thing but it's hard to monitor because if you think about how your thoughts are progressing then it's not very natural, is it? If you're constantly wondering what you'll think next, it's more forced.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Rosie Loves New Zealand Music!

The Flight of the Conchords make my world a brighter place.
Yes, I know it's the name of a group on facebook but it's true!
I like to see that NZ groups are getting recognition overseas, it's a shame that the Flight of the Conchords couldn't get their shows made here, which is what they first tried to do. I bet that company is kicking itself hard now, in the light of their phenomenal success in the US and Canada.

New Zealand music is wicked cool. Here are some of my favourite NZ artists (in no particular order):
Fat Freddy's Drop
Goodshirt (they broke up in 2004! I can't believe that song about haircuts they played at the Zoo that time never made it to an album!)
Pluto
Phoenix Foundation
Goldenhorse
The Black Seeds
Salmonella Dub
Supergroove (totally awesome at bdo 08!)
Ddub
Shihad (and very glad they changed their name back!)
Minuit
Verse Two
Bic Runga (old school, can't not love Sway)
The Checks
Elemeno P
Liam Finn
Katchafire
King Kapisi - Is the man. No, it's not because I'm from the islands, bro.
Che Fu - His dad (Tigi Ness, rip) came to talk to my class at intermediate
The Mint Chicks

And assorted songs from:
Dave Dobbyn (NOT Loyal, that song has been pimped to the point that it drives me insane. Unless it's an occasion of token mention)
Mutton Birds (Dominion Road crew represent!)
The Swingers
Th' Dudes (Ah, Peter Urlich before the PUBE - Peter Urlich Breakfast Experience)
The Exponents - Why Does Love Do This To Me is still the best song I've ever heard Jack and Ellery sing at the top of their lungs, pissed as hell. If anyone else has heard them at it, well... you know what I'm talking about ;p
Hello Sailor
Elston Gun - White Noise. This group was the winner of some KFC competition and the song is pretty cool
Exiles - The One - saw that on C4 show for people who don't sleep.
Darcy Clay - Jesus I Was Evil!

Honourable mentions would be:
Fur Patrol (used to listen to on repeat back in the channel z days)
Patea Maori Club! Heh, ok, I really mean Poi E. I remember performing that song at kindy. Unfortunately there is video proof of this performance.
Evermore
Eight - Well pretty much only Moments Gone (which was one of those songs you remember and search and search and search for but can never find. It took me about three years to re-discover this song. It sounded slightly better in my memory so now I wish someone would do a remix of it ;p It sounded more chilled, salmonella-dub like and it turns out it's a lot more rocky that I remembered).
The Feelers - I like them because they're kiwi, but only a few songs have stuck out.
Deja Voodoo - hahahahahaha
Misfits of Science - Anyone remember the song Fool's Love? I loved that song!
Savage - Ditto with Swing. It has been overplayed though :(
Stellar
OMC - How Bizzare was so big at primary school. Almost as big as Peter Andre's mysterious girl.
Adeaze - The Lord Is My Light is a really nice song. We had to sing it in the 7th form mass at Marist. I got to sing the part in Samoan, which was interesting. Last song I learnt in Samoan was Pusi Nofo in primary school! The brothers have really nice voices as well.
Nesian Mystik - who can't love them. They're from Western Springs college! That's, like, really close to where I used to live ;p
The Herbs - used to listen to them all the time when I was younger (well, my mum did :) )
The new Phoenix Foundation side shows are pretty cool too :)

Ah music. I love it. I studied it, but I think I should really just stick to listening to it ;p Or maybe making it some day. Ever hear some songs that you reckon would sounds really awesome remixed? Like that song by the Greenskeepers - Vagabond. It's nearly dance music already but I reckon someone like Axwell could improve it a bit. It's the bass. Gotta love heavy bass lines :D

If I've forgotten anyone important, let me know!

Monday, April 28, 2008

You see, there was this monkey...

Ok, so after another weekend of leaving an assignment to the last minute I decided to try something new... No, it wasn't more promises of "I'll start earlier next time!" (past experiences have shown that this is exactly opposite to the case) but instead I decided to see how fast I could write 1,500 words on any topic non stop. It was crazy, it was kinda in procrastination of another assignment (but it's ok, I've finished it now and it's due on Thursday :-D)

Will this be structured like an essay? Who knows... but here it is:


Mangroves are pretty awesome things when you think about it. Now I know a lot of residents from the area of Waiuku would disagree vehemently with this statement, but then they are facing the consequences of bad land management decisions from before their time. Before their time means either before they moved to Waiuku or, for the younger residents of Waiuku, before they were born.
They want to chop the mangrove trees down and some of them do, which is highly illegal, and cite reasons such as "the mangroves are smelly and ugly" or "they're choking our streams to death" or "they have forced the native bird life away and are now only home to crabs and snails". These reasons are all true but they are missing one of the main reasons I don't mind mangroves (even though I don't live near any, so my opinion is not nearly as vaild): THEY ARE FUN!
Look at my facebook photo album from the geog 250 field trip for visual proof.
Mangroves are nature's barrier between the land in and the sea. If a big ass storm comes along and creates all these killer waves that thrash the shoreline, if there are mangroves, they are going to take the brunt of the force and damage caused by the storm. If there are no mangroves, the stream/river/whatever banks will be greatly affected by the storm.
Also, the case in Waiuku that does not make me feel particularly sorry for what is now a real problem, is that a hell of a lot of sediment is getting trapped in the streams because of erosion from the land. Why is there erosion? Because some smart cookie decided to chop all the trees down, leaving unstable soil on the slopes of the surrounding catchments that gets eroded away a little bit more every time it rains. There doesn't have to be substantial amounts of rainfall for soil to erode, either, especially if it's bare soil.
Now, the residents of Waiuku are facing a real problem, the mangroves are too great in number, trapping too much sediment and are still on the rapid increase.
But why? There are too many nutrients (surrounding area is contributing all sorts of nutrients from weed spraying, fertiliser and other wonderful chemical sprays that are used on the land) entering the water ways that are ideal for mangrove growth.
So the answer to their woes is to reduce the number of mangroves, but if the people in charge of the surrounding areas don't change their ways, the mangroves are going to come back again and do what they do best: reclaim land.
On a recent field trip, we were told that the complete removal of mangroves from the area is the best thing that could happen to Waiuku. Sure, go for it, just don't complain when all that land that was generously reclaimed by the mangroves disappears in the next storm :p
But in any case, mangroves are still fun. There is some killer mud out there, quite literally. In some places, the mud is deeper than waist level. You wouldn’t really want to get caught in it as the top layer, in parts, is writhing with crabs. There are also oyster beds. But just like anything in moderation, mangrove mud in moderation is fun.

So, I’ve written just over 500 words on mangroves in the space of 14 minutes. This is encouraging. For my next assignment, if I could write at this rate, my essays would be done in no time! Goodbye frantic writing at 1am and later!

Doing all-nighters on assignments can be fun if you’re not hideously tired, bored, headachy or all of the above, which is often the case. I remember back in seventh form, a good friend of mine wrote a guide to doing an all-nighter. It was a brilliant piece of writing and I wish I still had access to it (maybe I should ask the friend…).


One piece of advice I can give for the aspiring all-nighterer is to have a mammoth sleep the night before the all-nighter. If you’re running on 3-5 hours sleep (and aren’t used to it) for the week or at least two days running up to the all-nighter you’ll find it immensely hard to get through the wee hours of the morning. We all know that having too much sleep means you have difficulty sleeping the following night. This is good! You don’t want to sleep during your all-nighter, you want to work. You also want this work to be fairly good work so that you not only just get it finished on time, missing the late penalty, but your marks aren’t too shabby.

More advice on the all-nighter: restrict caffeinated drinks to the daylight hours and drink only water (or maybe apple tea) at night. Otherwise you’ll get jittery and restless and therefore spend more time walking around and going to the toilet than writing and also, you’ll find that after two the energy drinks aren’t as effective. You also don’t want to have a crash, where you come down from the rush/caffeine rush. This will only leave you with a headache and wishing you could be asleep than agonising over the spelling of a term that you don’t really understand or know much about except for that it’s one of the things your essay/report/assignment is supposed to be about.

All-nighters are also best for those who don’t sleep very easily. I know my best all-nighters have been when I’m having an insomniac week and can’t sleep anyway. This way, I’m not even remotely sleepy until 5am. Ooh, that reminds me, set a time when you’re going to go to bed and stick to it. Be it 2am, 4:30am or 6am, make sure you get some sleep before returning to do the final editing and then printing out your assignment. We all know from the driving training (if you’re over 18 and haven’t had it, shame on you! ;p) that 45mins is a short enough nap to make sure you get rest AND don’t go into a deep sleep. Because you’re only waking up to finish editing (it pays to have about 99% of the assignment done before you got to sleep if it’s due in the morning, or at least 80% if it’s due at 4pm), a sleep of up to 2hrs is ok. This way you won’t look so dead when you hand in your assignment, classic signs of an all-nighter that won’t impress your lecturer or tutor too much if they catch you and you’ll be able to look at your assignment with relatively fresh eyes (remember the rule they always tell you, finish your assignment and then leave it for a day before doing the final edit? Yeah, well if you’re at the all-nighter stage you don’t have a day. 2hrs will have to be enough).

Of course, the length of sleep depends on how much you’ve finished and how confident you are of getting the final editing and proof reading done quickly. Try not to have a very long sleep though otherwise you’ll end up sleeping through any alarm you sleep. This does depend on how tired you are though. However, if you’re the all-nighter type, you’ll probably be pretty tired by this stage as it probably won’t have been your first for the week.

This leads me on to procrastination. I’m pretty bad (or good) with procrastination. I tried to stop myself from getting to good at leaving things to the last minute but unfortunately for me, that only lasted one semester. After three months of summer holidays and working full time for about two and a half months of it, my procrastination was back stronger than ever.

I think people do reach a point though where they are sick of the constant tired feeling and knowing they have to spend valuable sleeping hours slaving away over a 25% essay. There are several brilliant ways to procrastinate, you don’t really need a guide to procrastination, even though the chances are that most of the people reading the procrastinators guide will either be: procrastinating themselves; or: gathering ideas for the next round of procrastination.

My vices are facebook, various text based rpg games and forums. Msn chat has lost its appeal, but that is also a great way of procrastination. The conversation always cries for attention, turning away from it for even a few moments feels criminal. Now that facebook has a chat application, the procrastination hours are facing an increase.

I think the saying: find a job that you love and you’ll never work another day in your life is fairly accurate, but how realistic is it? Most things come about with hard work which is what uni and various other methods of institutionalisation seek to teach every student no matter how unenthusiastic or uninterested they are. However, I think some of the greatest procrastinators have come to love doing anything but what they are supposed to and constantly test themselves to see how efficient they can be when it counts. We all know how satisfying it is to get an A for an assignment that we did in a couple of days versus a B- for an assignment that took us weeks to finish.

It’s all about being smart and not over estimating your ability to perform when it comes to crunch time.

==End==

If you read that you must be feeling slightly crazy now (or desperately bored) so I do apologise for that.

However, it took me about 32mins and 43 seconds to write that. Quite sad how I run out of things to say when it’s time to say them…

I will add photos of the field trip when I get to a computer with a decent internet connection. Uni's network is a bit bogged down by students excited at the prospect of free internet, even if it's slow.




Monday, July 31, 2006

Deux

You have to feel sorry for photographers.
I'm talking about professional ones... the ones that sit there as up to 600 kids file past taking photo after photo.
You also have to feel sorry for photographers subjected to taking photos of a family with four middle aged daughters and their partners and offspring.
Their initial actions show that they are vibrant and chirpy (well, they'd have to be :-P), and can even get the grumpy three year old to beam at the camera with various impersonations, from Scooby to Donald Duck.
Then, the bossy aunty begins to rearrange the photo he's about to take.
"Wouldn't so-and-so look better over here? It's just they're wearing black and he's wearing navy... I think cousin A would be better suited standing there. He's wearing red and will break up those dark colours...."
The photographer smiles.
"Great! I see we have an art director here."
He begins to take photos. The 3 yr old refuses to smile for most, so we are all subjected to funny faces 'say sausages!' and funny voices. It seems everyone is laughing except the little one.
She finally smiles and three photos are taken in quick succession.
Half an hour passes of arguments, rearrangements, "why don't you sit in the middle so we have two girls here and two boys there?", and "if she's your girlfriend, you can put your arm around her.... are you sure she's not your sister?"
The family pauses, faces aching from smiling so much, feeling hot and mildly bothered.
The photographer collapses into the seats used for sitting for the photos and stares at the wall.
When one aunty suggests we have another photo, family without partners, the photographer drags himself out of the chair and moves over to take the photos.
You can hear the sigh of relief he heaves as he finally makes his escape, slipping out the sliding doors and practically running to his car, narrowly avoiding a broken neck as he trips on the family dog's chain, making the poor tired thing lift her head.
Can't wait to see the photos :D

Un

Hey there.
This is my first ever blog.
Wow.
Amazing.

This blog was started because of a lab assignment for a paper I'm currently doing at the University of Auckland. Part of the assignment requires us to create a blog and post to it a few times.