Friday, July 31, 2009

5 Songs to Sweat to

I had a great day at the gym today and one of the things I thought definitely helped me with that was the fact that my mp3 player gave me track after track that just worked with my workout.

It made me think, what are the top 5 songs I like working out to? It wasn't too hard to compile a short list so I turned them into a mini-mixtape to share with the 10 people who read this blog. It's my gift to you.
Yeah I know it's a little weird, but I like to be told I'm sexy before I start sweating. Therefore once I'm in my gym clothes, as I put stuff in my locker, fill up my water bottle, jump on my first piece of cardio equipment and start to warm up, I play this. It makes me smile, eases me into it and reminds me that I'm sexy, even before I hop on that machine.

I don't like the original of this song, but I dig this mix. It's fast, it's sexy and it sounds more like a JT song than a Ciara one. Once the warm up is done, this ups the tempo and gets you into it.

This one is fast and thumping but it does slow down for a little in the middle so gives you a minute to slow down just a little bit before BANG! You're back into the high speed and grooving.

This one's been around a long time but I was only recently introduced to it. The thumping bass, the chanting "work it. make it. do it. makes us. harder. better. faster. stronger." while slowly getting faster and the live crowd going mental... it's hard to NOT push yourself to this one. You'll love it so much you'll barely notice how hard you're working.

Time to warm down a little - maybe move onto the weights or do some stretching, and this one fits the bill. It's not slow, but it is groovy and definitely a step down from the Daft Punk. Heavy bass, fluid beats and the haunting lyrics of Portishead. This is one of my all time favourite songs by one of my all time favourite bands, and this mix does it justice.

If you load those 5 songs on your mp3 player and jump on the treadmill you'll be there for 25 minutes, but I'm sure you've got your favourites to mix in as well.

If you just want to download one, you can save them by clicking on the titles, or if you'd like all five, click here for the zip file (44mb).

If you have legal issues with me sharing any of these tunes, please email me and I'll remove them.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

RnV

The first Rhythm and Vines announcement is out and to borrow Facebook sentiment it's a little... anticlimactic.


Empire of the Sun
Major Lazer
Midnight Youth
State of Mind LIVE feat. PNC
Krafty Kuts (UK)
LCD Soundsystem DJ Set (US)
Kora
P Money
Bag Raiders
The Juan Mclean
The Proxy
Lisa Mitchel
Sola Rosa
Antiform
The Checks
Dick Johnson
Aural Trash
Optimus Gryme
PNC
Iva Lamkum
Bionic Pixie
Brand New Math
Computers Want Me Dead
Dan Aux (Shopliftas)
Daniel Farley
Tim Richards
Maya and Vanya
Cool Kids Club
Hat
Jason Howson
P Vans

That said, it reminds me a lot of last year's BDO line up - overall it was unimpressive, but it ended up completely changing my outlook on music and opening me up to some awesome new things.

Looking forward to some more big acts in the next line up and if it's all disappointing come December, I'm going to go and rock out in Gissy anyway! Maybe I'll find I actually love some of these artists before I go (many of them I haven't heard of), maybe I'll find I love them when I accidentally catch them.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Maori Language Week

This week is Maori Language Week, and it presents an interesting challenge to many New Zealand businesses in the public sphere.

Before I get into the guts of this blog, I think I need to present my viewpoint. I am pakeha, but I spent most of my formative years in a "bilingual" unit. Despite being (on paper) a bilingual unit, I cannot speak more than a few words in Maori. I do however have a strong respect for the language, culture and the people.

To me, giving one week a year to Maori Language promotion is a valid use of time and money, and I support businesses that get in behind it. It is after all one of our national languages, but the majority of us cannot speak much more than the odd 'kia ora'. A week is actually the absolute least we can do.

But it seems that there is a right way and a wrong way to do Maori Language Week.

The wrong way involves alienating those who don't speak Maori (i.e. the majority of us). This approach was demonstrated to great effect yesterday by Air New Zealand who used the Maori version of the departure and destination place names on their grabaseat page.

Unfortunately, rather than make me interested in Maori Language, it just made me wonder where Ngomotu, Otautahi, Murihiku and Wakatipu were, and if it was worth paying the $39 to find out.

It was like a mystery weekend - one where you didn't know where you were catching the plane from as well as not knowing where you were going to end up.

The Twitter community piped up and grabaseat soon had the English translations in, but it did make me think.

I guess I assume the main goal of Maori Language Week is to educate people, mainly by expanding their Maori vocabulary, and surely there has got to be a right way to do that.

GeorgeFM are doing it by translating kiwi sayings into Maori after the news, TV3 have been known to incorporate Maori subtitles into the nightly news broadcast. It ensures the language is exposed, and it's probably the best way to get involved, but it does open the question of what exactly is the best way to fully expose, and encourage, Maori language amongst New Zealanders?

I'm not here to offer answers to that question, but I can offer words of warning. Despite their originally misguided (but ultimately honourable) attempt yesterday, rather than sticking with the concept, Air New Zealand have dropped the idea entirely today and now the flights are between Auckland, Wellington and Tauranga again.

To borrow a concept from ben.geek.nz - Air New Zealand are streaking into a fad and rather than taking it seriously, they joined a day late, and didn't follow through.

So why even bother?

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Change, she is a coming

I got back this evening from an event on Social Networking. It's kind of inspired me a little.


This blog has always been about me and completely centered on that fact... which has meant I've remained in my little corner of the internet, doing my own thing and pretty much just being read by my friends, or people that I know (or have known) in person.

Which, given my internet tenure and my illusions of grandure, isn't good enough.

So things are changing round here.

The plan isn't concrete as yet. It will still involve daily blogs, and it will still revolve around my interests, my gripes and well, me, but it'll (hopefully) be better.

Or it will be the same, just prettier.

Whatever, change she is a coming!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Sitting here, looking at a blank screen

I'm going to make a real, concerted effort at this blogging every day thing. If I'm still struggling by my birthday I might just have to call it quits.


As for now, I'm staring at a blank screen, trying to think of something interesting or witty to say.

And obviously, not really succeeding.

I would expect a lot of these crappy blogs in the near future, apologies.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

The playlist is still Infinite

After seeing Adventureland a few days ago I've been left with a need to see Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist again. I saw this movie a number of times a few months ago - it was one of those movies that just got into my head, that was so awesome I couldn't even explain.


So today I put it on again and I can't believe it, I still love it. I would still watch it over and over, and it still makes me want to go to New York so bad it hurts.

It's officially on my favourite movies of all time list. It's highly likely it'll be the next DVD I buy.

Indy coming of age comedies ftw.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Boring weekends

Why are all my weekends so freaking boring!?


Occasionally a friend is in town but most of the time they just suck.

I really need to get some hobbies.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Doctors

I went to see the doctor today. I'd developed a weird thing on my nose which hurt, made me feel kinda sick and looked stupid. Given I've recently begun treatment for something else I figured I'd play it safe and see the doctor.


My doctor wasn't avaliable so I saw a different one, who was the exact reason I (and people like me) have difficulty dragging our asses to the doctor when we actually need to go.

Essentially I was told I was overreacting, which is fine - I wasn't sure if I actually needed to go or not when I went in - but I was told in a way which made me feel... unwelcome I guess is the best way to put it. Like I was wasting her time, like my complaint was a pain in her ass.

I get that, I do. She was probably busy and I was just a Worrying Wendy, but I'm also a person who has great difficulty dragging her ass into the doctor's office and I don't do it lightly.

It's just frustrating, that when I finally start looking after myself I get sent back to square one again. I deserve better than square one, and I'm not actually going to go back there, but if I wasn't strong enough or smart enough I might. That just speaks of a problem within the medical community in New Zealand - overworked, which leads to less time relating to patients and therefore patients start to fall through the cracks.

It's a personal sign of a much larger problem.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Painted Cases

When I was 17, just before I left home for Wellington, my mother presented me with two of the ugliest suitcases I had ever seen with which I was to start my journey.


One was poo-brown, the other was mustard-yellow.

Mum suggested I paint them if I hated them so much. I've always been arty so the idea appealed to me. I set to work and the mustard-yellow case became bright yellow with purple and red flowers - and in the process one of my favourite things in the whole entire world. The poo-brown one got treated to a Jackson Pollack with a big giant love-heart. I liked them both, but infinitely loved the yellow one more.

I don't think it's much of an assumption that no one else has travelled with a bright yellow suitcase covered in big purple and red flowers, but it definitely gets attention. I'd get comments from Taxi drivers, movers, friends, family, airline staff, random people who saw me with it, and I could always see it a mile off on the luggage carousel.

My bright yellow suitcase was awesome - right up until the locks started playing up, which is the only reason I eventually abandoned it.

(Click for a better look)

One friend of mine in particular always loved my suitcases. She'd ask to borrow them for trips away and I always thought that it'd be the kind of gift I'd love to give her one day - a painted case of her very own.

The problem is finding cases suitable for conversion. They're not easy to find - and after my problems with the locks on the yellow one, that is the piece that is most important (because that is the piece you can't really replace). Once you find them, the price is almost always an issue. It is rare you'll find one at a good price, in good nick.

As luck would have it however, I did find one in excellent nick, at an excellent price - in Dargaville no less (in fact this one find has placed Dargaville in a warm place in my heart for all eternity). I found the case 6 months before my friend's 21st birthday, the timing couldn't be better.

I'd learned a lot from my first outing with painting suitcases. I first of all cleaned it off so the paint would stick properly, then I added a base coat, and then I got to the hard bit - what do I actually want to DO with it?

The main colour was easy - it was always going to be purple. I got some purple acrylic paint and started experimenting with texture and after a while I finally landed on an awesome effect made with white streaks. Finally the background was complete.

Next was what to put on as the detail? This I think is the hardest part. Big-ass flowers were cool, but I was bored with them, and the giant loveheart was pretty much the reason I rarely used the poo-brown case. My friend would be happy to lug around something with big-ass flowers, but I wanted something she'd still love when she was a mother and a little more responsible. I needed something a little more classic and elegant.

I settled on a border of flowers - an intricate border of flowers. This would be my hardest project as the flowers were intricate, on all sides and every flower needed at least two coats. It took me 2 nights to draw out in pencil and a few months to get the border design complete.

Finally I added her name in gold lettering, added 2 coats of varnish and there it was - a newly painted suitcase and my best creation yet.

(Click for a better look)

A few months ago while browsing a Salvation Army store I came across an old bowls bag. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it looked cool and I knew immediately I had to paint it. I bought it and took it home, where my flatmate enlightened me as to what it is.

At that point I knew it was for my mother.

This case was leather which was a medium I hadn't worked with before so I got my Google on and found out what the best way to approach this was. The first step was to clean the entire surface with sugar soap. After this, I cleaned up the latches and taped them up to ensure they didn't get covered in paint as the rest of the process evolved.

I discovered that the best way to make paint stick to the surface was to water down your paint and just layer it on. It took about a week and numerous coats to get the (white) undercoat done. I then started with what I originally thought the base coat was going to be. It was going to be forest green. A couple of weeks later I had a solid green case, ready for whatever detail I decided to add.

I experimented with a few different ideas, but nothing seemed right. Then one day I somehow stumbled across mixing purple with lime green to create this amazing aubergine colour. The forest green went out the window, finally I was onto a winner.

The aubergine got me a little excited. The bag had originally had two leather belts running around it (which unfortunately were in such bad condition I had to throw them out), but the loops they threaded through were still part of the bag. I thought it would be awesome to add deep red painted lines to look like straps.

I taped up the case to achieve this effect and added a quick white base-coat, followed by red. Unfortunately it turned out my 'red' could more accurately be described as 'bright pink'. It was horrific. I considered my problem and decided that what worked to create the aubergine colour could probably be repeated to create an acceptable colour for the straps. I added blue to the mix and suddenly it was a deep maroon and starting to look amazing again.

There was a few touch-ups to do to sharpen the detail after this, but ultimately I was beginning to look at my finished product, there was just two minor problems.

Firstly, the latches were rusted and looked like crap. I tried experimenting with remedies I found online but nothing actually worked. Secondly the 'straps' were there, but they didn't 'pop'.

The remedy to both problems turned out to be the same thing. I'd gone to buy some materials and while there I'd ended up buying a four-pack of metallic acrylic paint (because when I go shopping for art materials I always come home with a pile of cool stuff that I don't need). There was some metal detail on the case that had responded well to paint already so I figured I'd give it a try. I experimented with silver but settled on copper. I added the same colour to the other metal detail on the case and used it to border the 'straps'.

Suddenly I was looking at something sophisticated and beautiful that I am proud to put my name on and looking forward to giving to my mother. I think it's gorgeous, and in the process of this project I've found a wee hobby that I actually really enjoy. So now I'm on the hunt for the next bag or suitcase looking for a makeover.

(Click for a better look)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Adventureland

I knocked off work early today and slipped off to a festival movie.


Every year for a long long time I've picked up the festival brochure and circled the films I want to see. I know the times I want to go and I make plans.

But until this afternoon I remained a film festival virgin.

I went and saw Adventureland at the Civic. It was good - possibly not as great as other films I clump with it (Garden State, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, Superbad, Empire Records), but I still enjoyed it.

I'm glad I went. I'm glad it's the first film I saw in a film fest. A Wednesday afternoon with Ryan Reynolds is awfully difficult to regret.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

How to get a girl

I've been noticing a few of my male mates have no idea how to get a girl. They are either too clingy or too aloof. Believe it or not, there are some pretty easy hints, rules and tips that help.


A quick disclaimer first, these won't guarantee that the girl will like you - attraction, in the end, is an instinct and one of those things that sometimes just can't be overridden - but you are able to make yourself more attractive to the opposite sex.

This blog is also only going to apply if you're after a real girl - by that I mean a girl who's not a barbie doll. Perhaps someone a little weird or geeky. I'm aiming this post at all the nerds and geeks out there. Really I'm posting from the perspective of me and what my friends and I all agree is attractive.

Firstly, you really have to aim realistically. I'm not saying 'settle' - because no girl ever wants to know you are 'settling' for her - have some standards, but don't expect the right girl for you is going to be size 6, blonde and dressed in Prada. Maybe she is, but it's more likely she's going to be going after the rich, successful, gorgeous, funny alpha-male type. If you fit this type, move on, I'm not talking to you - you already have an unfair advantage.

In fact, throw all your expectations out the window. You're not looking to tick a list of mystical qualities, you're looking for someone who you love to hang out with, who you get on with and who loves you back. A list of expectations is only going to blinker you to a wide range of options, and you might just miss out on a whole bunch of opportunities.

Next, stop worrying about your abs (or lack thereof), or your receding hairline, or your grey hairs - we really don't care. We don't want you to die of morbid obesity or anything, but we're realistic - we're not expecting Brad Pitt, we just want a nice guy who is going to enjoy being with us. We're all very aware of our fat asses and jelly arms, we see past whatever imperfections you might have at look at who you are. Other things are more important.

Next, make sure you shower every day, brush your teeth at least twice a day, floss, use mouth wash (yes, in addition to the brushing your teeth), put on deodorant (and regularly reapply), wash your clothes with fabric softener and invest in a good aftershave. These tips all equal one tip - smell good.

Good hygiene is super-important. If you fail to adhere to this step you are unlikely to attract a female. Once upon a time it was hot to smell like a neanderthal, but these days it's really not. Think about it, do you want to kiss a girl with smelly breath? Do you want to get cosy with a girl who reeks of BO? Simple answer - no. Thus, shower, teeth, deodorant.

The last couple of options - fabric softener and aftershave are secret weapons. I can tell you for a fact that a man who smells well-laundered is extremely attractive. The combination of well-laundered and a tweak of a good aftershave? HOT. Take your sister, the girl you're into, your friend-who-is-a-girl or a gay guy and narrow it down to two or three aftershaves. Then go away, and come back another day with someone else and make the final decision. It should take you time. Scents are signatures, and scents are sexy. Do not take your mother.

The third one is a little harder, but confidence is important. You need to make us aware you exist and you want us to want to get to know you more. I can't teach you confidence, but I can tell that you rarely come off as badly as you think you do. How do you know if you're on the right track? The girl will be smiling and looking you in the eye. Maybe she's just being nice, true - but it's all practice, and practice is good. Talk to lots of girls. Learn what conversations work and which conversations send us running to the bathroom or the bar for another drink.

Do not talk about how awful your life is or give us too much personal information straight up. We want your name, what you do and perhaps how old you are - after that, talk about movies, music, TV, the internet, books or current events - find out if you are actually on the same plane. You might be attracted to her, but if you're not interested in the same things, there is no future, move on.

Lastly, to paraphrase John Green, girls are people, in exactly the same way guys are people. We have the same fears, the same ambition, the same shyness... we're not strange creatures, just treat us with respect and kindness, you're unlikely to get a bad reception - and if you do, forget her, move on, and find a girl who actually deserves you.


Monday, July 20, 2009

I'm dreaming of a Summer Holiday

In the middle of Winter, sometimes all you can do is think about Summer.


And holidays.

So what is my dream holiday? Well, it comes in three parts, or there are three of them. Take your pick really.

Amsterdam. Sitting in the cafes, enjoying the historical town, walking through the red light district... the place is rocking and dammit, I want to go.

New York. I think I could probably spend months and months here and I'd never get bored. I want to wander Central Park, go to Broadway shows, wander the streets, eat at random eateries and visit the places from the movies. Definitely a goal to get here one day.

Italy. A Summer in Italy sounds simply divine. Hot sun, beautiful beaches, fantastic food, Italian language and culture... what's not to enjoy?

Anything, right now, is better than my Hobbit Hole.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Bye bye

On Friday we said goodbye to a coworker who's been there practically since the inception of the company. He's a good guy and will be missed. On his last day we got him a singing telegram. The woman was supposed to come in and accuse him of knocking her up in a one night stand. Hilarious idea, but on execution?


She wandered in, looking like a right tart (most of us were praying there hadn't been a miscommunication and that she wouldn't strip) and made it pretty obvious right off the bat that she'd been hired to come perform. She began by making US sing, which we weren't that impressed with, and then she kept getting the guy's name wrong. The singing telegram was a little average. Overall it was funny, but I wouldn't go around recommending her to my friends.

After that we began cracking into the beers and work was abandoned. We began with a few hours in the office, and a few dozen beers later we ended up at the pub, surrounded by cougars.

The night ended relatively early - most of the office was worse for wear by 11, and there were only two of us standing. We moved off to Vulcan Lane before giving up, getting kebabs and heading home.

So not the longest or most debaucherous of work parties, but still good, and a great way to send off an invaluable member of the team.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Coworkers are Creepy

This post does exist, but it is sitting in the Private Diaries section and not for public view at this time.

Sorry!

Friday, July 17, 2009

17 July, 2009

Today is this blog's 2nd birthday.

I will admit that over the few months I've been pretty useless at making sure I blog on time, but there is a blog here for every day of the last two years of my life.

So far this blog has seen me through the second half of my bachelor's degree, 2 jobs (including my first "real" job), 2 promotions, 6 flatmates, 3 flats, a graduation, 4 trips to Wellington, a NZ election and a US election, and many other interesting highlights.

Keeping up a blog like this is hard work now - when I come home from a long day of looking at a computer the last thing I want to do is look at a computer - but I push through, one way or another because I know what the result is I want.

I want to have all these experiences here, I want an online scrapbook of the events, people and memories that are important to me.

There are things I had wished I'd said, but didn't because I didn't know how to say them, or couldn't publish them for fear of hurting someone else, but for the most part the highs and the lows are recorded, and when I go back after the project is done and remove all the rubbish, keeping only the gold, I think I'll have a product to be proud of.

Two years baby! How's that?!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

An answer

This post does exist, but it is sitting in the Private Diaries section and not for public view at this time.


Sorry!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

I have a theory about Harry Potter movies, that no film will ever actually live up to my expectation, but there will be varying degrees of disappointing.

Movies one and two are, lets face it, awful. The only thing they managed to do right is to set up the correct adult actors, and a couple of the child actors as well as bring the world to the screen. I still get shivers when I see Diagon Alley in the first film. Chris Columbus' films are poor in that they focus on the wrong things, contain useless dialogue and don't succeed in really capturing the right things, however they did gather the right people and bring it to the screen - a feat which deserves respect, even if the films are the most disappointing by far.

The third film bought on a new director, Alfonso Cuarón, a respectable director for what was widely agreed at the time to be the best book of the five then released. Cuarón did something amazing for the world of Harry Potter and suddenly, the world that had been until now a painful couple of hours we sat through out of loyalty to these books we all love, was now alive. The effects were there, the costumes changed (no more robes or pointy hats from here on in), and suddenly we were focussing on the more important parts of the story. I think most fans and film buffs agree this is by far the least disappointing film.

The fourth film, directed by Mike Newell, to me felt rushed, jammed together. I felt that if I wasn't familiar with the books I wouldn't have known what the hell was going on. It jumped, it jarred, it felt like a Bollywood musical. It wasn't as bad as the first two and it kept many of Cuarón's additions, but I was left wishing they'd bring Cuarón back for the rest of the series, because clearly he was the only director who could understand and handle the material.

The fifth film was so forgettable I've only seen it twice - once at the theatre, and once on the DVD I dutifully bought. It was episodic and honestly, only saved from being the worst of the lot because nothing can be much worse than the first two. This is the film in which my favourite character dies and narry a tear fell from my eye due to the coldness with which he was dispatched.

So, with past disappointments in mind, and knowing number 6 was directed by the same man who jarred his way through the last film, I approached this film with both excitement and trepidation.

Excitement because no matter how disappointed I've been by the films, I still love Harry Potter and won't miss them for the world, trepidation because I never walk out happy.

Except this time, I did.

This film is, dare I say it, GOOD! It's funny, it focusses on the right things and the major death makes me tear up a little just thinking about it.

(SPOILERS IN THIS PARAGRAPH ONLY - HIGHLIGHT TO READ)
Is there thing I would change? Absolutely. There is a scene around the Christmas period which was completely redundant (as well as not being in the book) and Dumbledore doesn't tell Harry specifically about the significance of the Hogwarts founders connection. In all honesty, apart from that I would have been happy.

The problem with putting such complex, well-loved books on the screen is what to put on, and what to leave. For the most part, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince manages it brilliantly.

Four Gopher Guys.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Last payment

3 years ago I took out a bank loan to get some very expensive work done on my teeth.


Last night I made my final payment.

WOOOOO!

Monday, July 13, 2009

Dinner Fail

Today after work I hit the supermarket. I needed a good number of things so I figured I'd just get it out of the way. While there I managed to find tofu, spaghetti and spaghetti sauce all on special.


Sweet, thinks I, I shall have my aunt's awesome tofu balls!

I went home and started making them, but in an epic fail I added too much egg, which meant I had to add too much flour, which mean what was supposed to be yummy tofu balls turned into disgusting tomato-tofu glue.

Lovely.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Gossip - Music for Men

All weekend I've been listening to the new album by Gossip, Music for Men and it is... addictive to say the least.

It's disco, it's angsty, it's retro, it has some incredible production values and it's hard to turn off.

Before I get into it, I'll address the one thing that people seem to focus on: Beth Ditto. Right now this woman is my hero. She classes herself as a "punk" (although from this album, you'd never know it), she's a big girl and she's very opinionated and open about her (lesbian) sexuality and it's this that shapes the album to a great extent. It's pretty damn clear she got hurt bad by someone, and as far as I know (though admittedly I'm no expert on GLBT culture), this is the first open, mainstream album primarily about turmoils of (a) lesbian relationship(s). That is, most of the songs are a woman singing about or to another woman. It adds a completely new, unique layer to the music which I've never heard before.

I was drawn to it by the first single, Heavy Cross, which is currently my most-listened to song. The production values on this album are off the charts - possibly more than any other album I've heard in a very long time. Each sound seems to stand out. The vocals are perfectly set off by sharp drum beats and funky bass lines and the effect it has is to draw you in and get invested in the sound.

However, while I do love Heavy Cross, other songs have their own special draw cards. Right from the opening song, Dimestore Diamond, I was sucked in. Dimestore Diamond reminds me of the Scissor Sisters in the fact it's lead by a hypnotic drum beat, accompanied (but never exceeded) by some funky guitar and bass, as well as some catchy lyrics from Beth Ditto.

Before this album I'd never paid any attention to Gossip, and from what I have heard of their previous work, and read in other reviews, I'm not to tempted to go find the earlier stuff right away, I'd rather lose myself dancing to this album - which, by the way, is going to blow up in the next 6 months. There is no way this album is not going to be as huge as it is awesome.

Other songs that definitely caught my attention were Love Long Distance (which borrows from Marvin Gaye's Heard it Through the Grapevine to great effect), Vertical Rhythm, Four Letter Word and 2012 (another which borrows from other artists, this time Kiss' I was Made For Loving You).

The whole album is full of radio hits and the promotion behind it already tells me that the record company knows it. If you haven't heard of Gossip before now, you will soon.

4 and a half Gopher Guys - listen to this album, you'll love it.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Offline Weekend

Next weekend I am seriously considering a computer-free weekend. That is, from 5pm Friday to 9am Monday, I am not allowed on a computer. At all. For any reason.


This will depend on what work's looking like, it is possible I'll have to be online to check things, in which case this clearly won't work, but it's still a consideration for a weekend where I don't need to be online for work.

So what bought this on? Well, apart from the fact that I have literally spent my entire day playing games on Facebook, blogging and catching up on RSS meaning I've not really left my room at all today, I've found that my friends have started to become worried when I'm not online.

If I'm not on MSN, I get texts, and I get comments if I'm not on Facebook. Now, I know I'm a nerd, but that's kind of worrying - that people notice I'm not online and then make the effort to comment about it.

So I need to start thinking of things to go out and do in the real world which will budge myself from my screen and out into fresh air and flesh-and-blood people. I need an offline weekend.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Bottle Shock

An Australian town has just outlawed bottled water.


I'd just like to give a round of applause to Bundanoon, which is near Sydney - may towns, villages, cities and nations the world over follow your fantastic example!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

They don't need much do they?

This post does exist, but it is sitting in the Private Diaries section and not for public view at this time.


Sorry!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Earplugs

My boss is currently in charge of the music in the office.

We've currently got some frog-sounding bloke singing covers (mostly Elton John covers) to Spanish guitar, drum machine and synth keyboards.

Oh goodie, the verse I just listened to was:

"It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring"
And now it's La Bamba. This music actually makes me want to hang myself. I cannot concentrate with it playing.

Grr.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Medical Adventures

This post does exist, but it is sitting in the Private Diaries section and not for public view at this time.


Sorry!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Metamorphosis

When I left Wellington in January 2005 I was sapped.


I was depressed, smoking a ridiculous amount of marijuana, smoking like a chimney, uneducated and unable to take care of myself.

My year in Whangarei (2005) removed my dependence on both anti-depressants and weed, and left me with a thirst to make something of myself. It's amazing how 10 months of shaving ham, cleaning chicken fat and mixing coleslaw can clarify your head and make you realise what's actually important.

In 2006 I began my degree - which I received in May. I've also managed to stop smoking, learned how to drive, developed a semi-regular habit of going to the gym and tomorrow I'm going to begin the final stage in the metamorphosis before I can genuinely say I'll return to Wellington a completely different person.

You may notice a number of 'empty' posts coming up in the next few weeks. I'm about to start a serious round of doctor's appointments, and forgive me, I don't really want it all over the Internet. So as I write about this experience the posts will go into the Private Diaries section of this blog, with a placeholder in the publicly-accessible version. It's important to me I write about this experience, but I've got no interest in making this public until I'm ready.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Expensive much?

Today, while hanging out with Manda, we thought it'd be interesting to go into the Louis Vuitton and Gucci stores. Despite walking past them practically daily for the last 18 months I'd never been inside.


They were incredibly diasppointing. The stuff was pretty, this is true, but even if I were mega-rich with the ability to actually buy stuff in there, with the exception of a particuarly georgeous handbag, there was nothing of any real interest.

We did discover two interesting facts however:
  1. Loius Vuitton make hairties
  2. I could pay my rent with the amount it would cost to buy a Gucci key ring - and still have change!
Clearly, I will never understand the rich.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

To do list

I like lists. I like the satisfaction of crossing off things I have achieved.


This is my list for this weekend
  1. Catch up on all the blogs I've been skipping lately
  2. Finish the user manual for work
  3. Do the grocery shopping
  4. Catch up with Amanda
  5. Go to the gym
  6. Do the washing
  7. Clean the house
It's going to be busy I think!!

Friday, July 3, 2009

New Flatmate

My old, annoying flatmate moved out the other day - hallelujah for that! Leaving with her are the incessant phone calls in another language (a flatmate constantly on the phone is annoying enough, but having to listen to that phone call in another language is frustrating as it's harder to tune it out), the strange food hygiene habits (or rather, lack thereof), the hacking and hoicking in the bathroom each morning, the hair clogging the sink, her inability to use any type of cleaner whatsoever when it's her turn to clean the house, and her very strange habit of ignoring us completely.


Of course she was annoying right to the end - on her last day she used all the hot water before anyone else got a chance to shower - but now she is gone, and we are breathing a sigh of relief.

The girl who replaced her seems nice - normal, well adjusted, hygenic. That's all we really wanted so fingers crossed, the next few months will be bearable at least. Yay.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Still Installing Orcon

After last night's nightmare I was in touch with Orcon today making sure that I was right about the router and just checking that what I thought was right, actually was.


I got the cables I thought we might need ($40 worth, and still not ideal) on my lunch break - one thing was for sure, I was not going to go through the same nightmare again!

I left work determined to get our Internet working properly. When I got home I began attacking it. Firstly, I started from the beginning and made sure I'd set the router up as per instructions. I had, so my next goal was to somehow get the puzzle of cords from the phone jack in my flatmate's room through to the router - which I was determined was going to be in the living room, where we could all comfortably access it.

The old set up had been phone jack, splitter (splitting into a phone line that ran to the living room and a BT cord running to the router, which apparently wouldn't work properly unless my flatmate's computer was plugged into it). Not ideal, and certainly not the way I run shift.

I ended up essentially just moving the splitter. The extension cord now runs from the phone jack to the living room, where it splits to the phone and the router. Genius I know, and it didn't require a single new cord - I'll be returning my purchases to Dick Smith next week - thank God for refund policies!

Once set up, and connected to the Internet, my next challenge was to get the router actually broadcasting. If I was plugged directly into it, it went fine, but I could not for the life of me get it broadcasting a wireless signal.

So I went back to the manual. Not the easy-to-read, helpful, illustrated guides kindly supplied by Orcon, but the munty, jargon-filled manufacturer guide. After finally finding what I needed to know, I turned the wireless on (that's actually what I did, turns out there was a step missing from my helpful illustrated guides) and voilla - perfect wireless internet was avaliable at my place.

I opened it up for the test - 150kbps before I forwarded my ports - at least 400 after.

End result - the flatmate who had previously been responsible for housing and setting up routers is happy because her laptop no longer needs to be permanently attached to the router and has become a lap top again, the new flatmate is happy because she has internet and I'm happy because I finally have what I can call internet - not some tinny connection that can't load jack.

Gotta love that unbundling and ISPs that don't suck!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Installing Orcon

This has been a bit of a farce.


I got home tonight, all excited to install Orcon to find that somehow our connection had fallen over (having tried every possible way to plug it all in)

Seeing as there was nothing I could do about it I settled in to watch Fringe on TV instead... to find myself getting text messages from people wondering if I was OK because I hadn't been online.

It got fixed at around 11pm at which point my flatmate and I had problems getting the router to broadcast at all. She was sure that it had to broadcast via her computer, I was sure the router would broadcast by itself. At 12am I went to bed, tired, frustrated and unsatisfied with my internet - which has nothing to do with Orcon (because their helpdesk was lovely and helpful and fast) and more to do with the crapness of the difficulty with putting together a new internet connection.