Posts by Jackie Clark
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Shit things, eh? Or things that give you the shits. I don't much mind if people use words like literally or decimate erroneously. Life's too short. What I do mind is people who take their dog for a walk in an offleash park and the poor bugger is on a leash. Yes, that I mind. Also people who drop rubbish indiscriminately on the ground. Litterers. When the wind blows, the rubbish ends up in our kindergarten garden. Foul.
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Ah yes - how to age gracefully? Or should it be gratefully? I've always been convinced I'm not going to make old bones, and it doesn't worry me one whit. I'm also firmly convinced that the older you get, the better life is (up until a certain point when faculties start to slip away). So enjoy your 40th, Jolisa. It's all gravy. Honestly.
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that was it - great place as I remember.
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the Record Exchange - later 123 K Rd was my favourite place.
oh yes, they were great - that was the one near the cnr of Pitt St wasn't it? And what about the one across the road? Near where the subway is now? What was that called? And the one at the top of Victoria St? Was that where 123 relocated to, or am I thinking of someone else?
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re real groovy - I'm another one who will miss them. Although I prefer to go to Musiquarium in Dominion Rd for most of my purchases, I used to like to rummage around RG for great jazz and funk CDs at reasonable prices. Earth, Wind and Fire remixes anyone? And as for the service, it never really worried me. As a middleaged woman, I've been invisible in worse places.
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Not a drinker, never really been a drinker, can't see the point - I'm one of those who gets more of the ugly part of me when drunk. And it's a progression. Loud, funny, and then vomit. Not good. Haven't done it since my engagement party some 18 years ago. I do smoke though, so I greatly admire people who give it up. I have cut down considerably though I just can't give it up. When it comes right down to it, I justify still smoking by telling myself that I don't have any other vices - I mean, I can't believe I went from a prissy mouthed 17 year old who frowned on smoking, drinking and kissing boys to a louche, foulmouthed, stinky breathed slut in a few short years. Thankfully, the louche and slutty bits went by the wayside - but the stinky breath stays. For now.
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Helen Clark, on the other hand, seems to have had a happier week,
On Wednesday night, before she went to the Music Awards, she was at the Auckland Kindergarten Association's centennial celebrations, and she was happy there too. And well informed. She made a great speech about the value of early childhood education, and of public kindergarten in particular. She knows her audience and does her homework, and I know that we all appreciated it. I watched the Music Awards on C4, and I was impressed by her there, too. She's savvy, alright.
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So much of the nostalgia for the "great kiwi summer" isn't so much about any change of climate or of culture, but the simple fact that we're not kids any more.
See, I don't think that is just nostalgia. I was born in 1964, and I started school in 1968. I went to kindy and school at a teeny weeny school right beside Takapuna Beach, so I can tell you when the weather started to go warm, because what with going to school on a beach, and having a pool at home, and being a yachties' daughter, and spending holidays at various baches around the place, I spent most of my summers, as a child, in the water. And Labour Weekend was when it started to get really warm. So yes, the summers really were hotter for longer in our childhood years. It started in mid October, and went through to the middle of March, if memory serves.
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Well I got 69% which would explain my completely below average face recognition thing - but it doesn't explain the name disability that many of us seem to have.
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Yeah, I did, it was lovely. Breast cancer runs rampant in the female line of my family.
Yes, me too. I spend a reasonable amount of time thinking, as a large breasted woman, what I would do were I ever to get it. Oh, and getting regular mammograms.
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