Geoff, how do you know which of your students smoke?
Through completely unscientific methods, based on dealing with 300-400 students a year. You get essays submitted ripe with the smell of smoke, students construct arguments for decriminalisation (usually around not-well-constructed analyses of media coverage), and general demanour. This is not to say that drink culture (and P) can be just as much a problem.
As for 'it is my body and I can do what I want with it', that is the usual odious libertarian argument. Such folk can do what they want--ingest cyanide for all I care (indeed, I wish some libertarians would)--but I don't want such values (a moral vacuum?)) imposed on my world.
See: Pretty Things in Listener
I was at the New Plymouth concert where the band was lurching around the stage, waving blazing newspapers. They could have burnt down the entire CBD of New Plymouth but at that stage of my life, I wouldn't have cared. In wake of this concert, Truth mounted a campaign to hound them out of NZ.
Fair points, Stephen.
Are you all trying to kill me?
Never, never, never Danielle. It is not that I don't like The Beatles but I was just trying to say that they have no personal resonance for me, in terms of stirring memories, reliving old thrills, prickling hairs-on-the-back-of-my-neck. This is no commentary on your infinite good taste and judgement (Al Green et al)
In my youth I was rather snotty about Elvis too, until ( later on) I read Slow Train to Memphis and discovered his early recordings.
I can't buy into The Lesser of Two (or three) Evils argument for the decriminalisation of cannabis. It is kind of spurious; akin to manslaughter is preferable to murder. To really convince folk, advocates for changing legislation need to construct better arguments.
Like Tony, my experience with students who smoke the weed is that they can't concentrate on their studies and usually fail.
Looks like we've finally found the PAS equivalent of an HR Bateman cartoon.
"The man who didn't think Blue Monday was all that good".
Well, their charms eluded me too. But I also didn't get Portishead until Portishead 3 as I had unwisely considered them to be hairstylists music. The same for Radiohead.
Maybe I have always been out of step. The Beatles have nil resonance for me as their time coincided with the time I was discovering American blues. I also liked The Pretty Things more than the Stones.
I guess I should crawl into a corner and suck on a dry Weetbix.
Nick Cave's new novel The Death of Bunny Munro looks good and angsty
It has momentum and lots of grubby sex but it could have done with a stern editorial hand.
Also - Baby on Board signs.
I used to think they might be read as "Baby! I'm bored". Just as long as it isn't the baby driving, they aren't too bothersome..
My wife and daughter have spent the day hauling 18+ years of stuff out of our basement (including boxes packed away when we went to Wales in 2003). They are now sitting in the carport, pouring over old photos and drawings. I fear it is going to be a long process! But I am sure there are some old tin toys stowed away down there.
Personally, I prefer a good, strong handshake. Sufficient physical contact without the dilemma of where you put your arms and face (I have done daft things like kissing shoulders!), or misreading the situation. Children are pleasantly surprised when you shake their hand as a greeting.
Incidentally, have you ever been in a position where Australians are facing the prospect of a hongi at a powhiri? Most of them look terrified!
As far as I can tell Avatar is only showing in 3D in about five cinemas *in the country*
..and Chartwell in Hamilton, where it has been booked out for days.