Posts by Jackie Clark
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You know, I used to think that I didn't like most human beings. I used to get the impression that most people aren't interested in looking outside their little boxes. And then you hear all these stories, and you think - everyone has a story, absolutely everyone. I have to say, this site is one of those things that has happened to me relatively recently that has made me take notice more, look at peoples' faces more, and wonder what their story is. I still don't like most people, I still think most people are idiots but I'm more willing to listen the older I get, I guess.
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I was thinking that yesterday, Russell. What wonderful stories people have told.
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yes, I raise both hands too. Not guilty, nor ashamed, nor stricken that I cannot live if I miss Survivor, or the Amazing Race, or the Apprentice, or Top Chef, or ANTM, or the fashion designer one, or Piha Rescue, or Police Ten 7, or Motorway Patrol.........and the list goes on.
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I said goodbye to twenty years of my life that day. Wasted years
Just because they weren't good years, doesn't mean they were wasted. Experience of any sort is never a waste. Truisms are called that for a reason. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger and all that shit, eh?
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Jeremy, that was a beautiful eulogy to your father in law. Made me all weepy, and I do like a good weep. Robyn (and with all due respect to Jeremy being a Hamiltonian), my dearest friend in the whole wide world lives in Hamilton, and I can't stand the place. It's so........other. To me, anyway.
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I agree, Joanna. Tell us more. It sounds like the ten yr old got to go on some sort of odyssey even if she didn't want to. We need to know more!
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Oh, Don. That's a sad ending. Some are, whereas some, as Heather and Emma have said, are a little strange and awkward, and some are cataclysmic. And most always, they lead to new beginnings of some sort. The ending that's had the most impact of me has been the ending of my father's life. It was so beautiful. He was a bit scared at first, but with all of us around him talking to him, and with my brother's hand on his heart, he went quietly and beautifully. It's true what they say, you know. You can tell when their spirit has left their body. Dad went about 2 minutes before his heart stopped. Peaceful. Exhilarating. Reassuring. A good ending to a great life.
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I think it's hard to over-estimate the damage Muldoon did to the National Party when to an increasingly large proportion of the electorate he crossed the line between 'strong leader' and 'paranoid thug'
My father, a business leader and fairly well off man, always voted National. My mother always voted Labour, but that's another story. My lovely Dad, bless his capitalist cotton socks, was much enamoured of the National Party to the extent that he found himself on the Foreign Affairs something or other committee so spent a reasonable period of time in the Parliament buildings. Imagine our horror, then, when he voted Labour, once and once only. I can't remember what year it was. He hated Muldoon vehemently, said he was an "evil little prick disguised as a poisonous dwarf". That always said something to me about the man. Because like me, my Dad was very partisan.
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Is Ikea large? Will there be lots of people there? In that case, count me out. It's lovely furniture, but anything larger than the corner shop throws me into a panic, these days.
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Attagirl, Deborah. They're lovely women at DVice. They have this great shop in Ponsonby Rd, and they're always at the Big Gay Out. Very helpful with advice.