Posts by Robyn Gallagher
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I am riveted.
What a great bunch of stories we have.I heartily concur! Even though the subject lends itself to stories of a more downbeat manner, just the way that people are telling them is making for some really good reading. With every ending is a new beginning.
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Yeah, nah, good to see Craig putting 150% effort in to this week's piece.
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As for strange music covers, I quite like these 'celebrity' Pixies covers in particular the Bob Marley one
Those are brilliant! I thought it might be cheesy, but somehow hearing a man doing a Tina Turner impersonation singing "River Euphrates", well, it just sounded good.
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Spare a thought for US viewers. Over there its normal to run a new show, stop after 4-6 episodes, play some repeats, and then continue with the new series.
This happens because the later episodes of the series will still be in production as the earlier ones are screening, so they need to take a break for a few weeks to let the production team catch up.
The last series of House, for example, took a gruelling four-week break about three-quarters of the way through.
You can often spot the first episode after a break - it usually starts with a scene where everyone is called into one room and carefully named ("Foreman, what do you think? Chase, what's your opinion?") so new viewers can catch up.
So while it can be annoying having a series screen in NZ months after it played in the US, one bonus is that we (usually) get them screened without big gaps.
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Another excellent Great Blend. Thanks, Russell, for all the work you put into organising these.
Bill Direen was playing a gig with a pick-up band in a lounge-sized room at the bar. It was magnificent.
That was an unexpected treat for me. I'd heard of Bill Direen, but I'd never actually heard his music, but seeing him live was... magic. What made it that extra bit special was all the fan boys in the audience yelling out requests and having them played. Absolutely splendid.
Reading through your links, I see Robyn was there. Damn! I wanted to meet more PA System readers.
Oh! If I'd known, I would have said hello. But I'd be happy to meet up with you some other time!
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OMG I only just got home. What an utterly choice evening that was.
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Hamilton, 1996
I was walking home along Clyde Street, the long straight one that goes from the Bridge Street bridge to the university, when some guys in a passing car threw the slushy remains of a cup of Sprite at me. It was obvious what this meant: Hamilton was actively rejecting me.
1996 had been all over the place. I'd become bored with tech, dropped out, gone to uni, started my website, been kicked out of my flat for not being social enough, become bored with uni, and my favourite band had broken up. Reasons to stay in Hamilton were dwindling by the day.
So I formulated a plan to get out of the Waikato. I found something at Auckland Uni that seemed worth studying, and in early 1997, laptop in hand, I made the move north.
I didn't feel lost or like I was in a crazy new place. Auckland felt normal. It felt like the city I was supposed to live in. Soon enough I had a posse, stuff to do, places to be. No one threw cups of icy slush at me.
But I never did finish uni.
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And my little gripe. Trade Aid business model relies on volunteer (slave?) labour of little old grannies
My mum volunteers at the Raglan Trade Aid. While she is kind of little and old (though not a granny, which is all my fault), most of the Raglan volunteers are much younger.
Yeah, they don't get paid, but I think everyone who volunteers at a place like that gets something out of it - meeting people, work experience, warm fuzzy feelings, the generous staff discount.
Also, Trade Aid coffee is pretty good.
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Over the next two weeks I would come to relish that space, and feel Very Very Grown-Up in there, but that night, despite knowing that my parents were just down the hall and only a phone call away, I was terrified.
I don't want that to be the last sentence. Keep writing! Tell your story.
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Oh, yay! Big love to the Wellington massive.