Posts by Tom Semmens
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WOOHOO! My flatmate informs me my expensive LCD set is also HDTV ready.
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"...I'm sure there's a media minder who just earned their Christmas bonus with that one. God, those 'spontaneous' walkabouts are so contrived I just end up feeling embarrassed for everyone concerned..."
Last time I saw the PM she had just jumped back into her (self driven) car after emptying her PO box, I waved and she she waved back.
It was uncontrived and left everyone with me with a warm fuzzy feeling that we lived in a special country indeed where you can spot the unescorted PM whilst picking up your Indian takeways.
Anyone who is big enough to see it can tell in an instant Helen Clark is a gifted leader and the outstanding politician of her times. On the other hand, I suspect John Key is more a patrician thana politician.
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Same here on the salad! I insist on it, its a Kiwi culinary classic, we use iceburg lettuce on a long dish with half tomaties and curried eggs interleaved along each side and the dressing on the top down the middle. ALWAYS served at a picnic with huge wedges of bacon and egg pie and cold lamb sammies on boxing day.
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oops should read "A time when Tinika Bouchier(sp?)..."
I was going talk about the buzz when she got married but I work intervened.
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It seems to me that anywhere the pernicious dead hand of Murdoch has fallen (i.e. most of the English speaking world) news has been packaged as just another lowest possible reality TV variant focussed primarily on the advertising revenue stream. People with a brain in the English speaking are so starved of quality journalism of any kind they've even taking to paying to see documentaries at the cinema. And now I finally have a reason to buy a freeview box.
Oh and Selwyn Toogood. What a different age, by hokey! A time when the marriage of Tinika Bouchier(sp?) was impossibly exotic and when winning a washing machine was a big deal and when summer salads were made with vinegar & condensed milk dressings and boiled eggs.
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If my 14 year old posted comments like that I'd certainly be doing a bit of serious talking to him as well. But would I tell the world about it? No way in hell. I'd die in a ditch before I would publicly condemn my 14 child no matter what he/she said. Thats what family means, FFS.
A 14 year old is barely out of childhood. Shame on us all that the online musings of an immature youth attracts even the slightest bit of passing interest. We are the adults - so let us exercise some adult judgment as to the value and newsworthyness of this issue.
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Gah. John Banks for mayor again? What is it with conservative Christian fundys and local government? They've had the better part of a decade in charge of Auckland's mayoralty and they've done a great job of stuffing the place up. As a group they represents but a fraction of the population, and their cheerless legacy is the city has lost its mojo.Auckland needs a mayor who actually understands what most people look for in their urban environment.
The fundy's for mayor thing is a symbol of everything wrong with Aucklands governance - poor candidates, apathetic voters, and an overall sense of hopelessness. Frankly, the candidates this time around leave me in a slough of dispair, and short of central government intervention to force reform, I can't see any solution.
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I really enjoyed watching idiot/savant totally own Colin Espiner's initial shallow blog on this issue. More power to I/S's arm, and a milestone in the growing role of blogging as a serious news source.
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Murder, coming to a street near Xue.
Sorry, I couldn't resist a Jackie Chan moment.
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I am kinda hoping this World Cup will expose an absolutely yawning chasm between Southern Hemisphere rugby and the North. Why? Because hopefully then the Northern unions will change the rules around foreign players and stop the flood of our guys going up there for the mighty pingers.
I am just a little unsettled at how underdone the All Blacks will be come quarter final time - especially if it does come to pass that we are up against a desperate French outfit.