Posts by Steve Barnes
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So, how long before somebody goes and digs a hole in the middle of Eden Park to show Mr Brownlee exactly how big that postcard would have to be.
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We don't have a Transport Minister, we only have a Vogon. Prostetnic Vogon Joyce.
Geez, I hope we don't have to listen to his poetry.
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The CCO model essentially relies on the goodwill of the populace to pay their 'fees'. If you don't feel happy about this model, the solution is not to pay the 'fee'.
All I can see happening there is folks ending up in court for not paying their bills and spending a few weeks in a private prison run by the same company that owns the CCOs.
All we need now is a credible opposition to get off their arses and exploit the opportunity.
With the way this lot are going Phill Goff could break wind in the House and the whole Nation would vote for him, nothing like a good fart joke to the common man. When National get their mates to back a huge advertising campaign next election time with all the money that they will squeeze from the populace over Nationals grab bag of policies, the fart joke will sound more subtle.
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I can see the scene now...
Nicky Kaye skips merrily down Ponsonby road, singing back to the Bluebirds and Unicorns as an ominous black car pulls alongside her at walking pace, the number plate reads "GOONZ"
"Hi Nicky" a gruff voice calls from the car.
"John wants to have a little chat, step in the car"
Heart pounding she flutters her lashes as she imagines the romantic encounter of her dreams.
But wait, her mind flashes back to that intimate press conference earlier that day and , with horror, she remembers that little slip of the tongue "Fuck that, no bastards gonna turn my beloved great Barrier Island into a slag heap" she had demurred.
Gingerly she stepped into the car, John was there, smiling, but the smile was that of an assassin.
"Nicky honey, how sweet to see you" his voice was like syrup dripping from the lips of a ravenous treacle glutton.
"Have you been talking out of school my precious?... have we been overstepping our station"
All this talk of lollies and vague references to trains had her sweating like a rugby player on P.
"What do you mean kind Sir?" she raised her eyebrow in mock surprise, it was like a caterpillar writhing on her forehead.
"You had, let's see... an opinion, I'm uncomfortable with that, let's say I am not relaxed"
"But Sir, I just..."
"Just said what we were discussing the other day?"
"Well, no. I said we hadn't discussed..."
"Who do you think you are? who do you think they, those peasants, will believe? HUH?"
"But Sir..."
"From now on you only speak when speaked too, OK?... and you tell 'em I knew about it, see?"
"Yes John... I mean Sir"
"Now get out of my car and out of my sight" he looked away, as if thinking, out of the window at the swinging voters of Ponsonby.
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Some wealthy people have collected art ostentatiously; others more quietly. The importance of collecting as a signifier of an art culture is that the works are collected as art, not for another purpose.
In all the instances that I am aware of the wealthy have collected art as an investment. We have no capital gains tax so the investment is tax free and none of the profits go back to the artist. A system of ongoing royalties to the artist would seem to be a good idea, unless of course you are a wealthy investor.
The correlation between wealth and Art (with a big A) is not coincidental and has its roots in the system of patronage, which, of course, was altruistic. </sarc.> -
Natural means nothing in the context of health IMO. Of course in terms of marketing that's a whole other story.
I reckon this is on topic.
Even if it isn't it's still good. -
Surely a definition of something being Art or not is whether it can be Copyrighted...
Ok everybody...
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Perhaps more like looking at a roadsign and assuming it is an abstract painting,
No.
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Oh, I understand now. Your saying it's like looking at a vacuum cleaner and calling it a Hoover.
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No one could be that stupid, could they?
Nah, Paul's not stupid but he is adept at the ancient British ART of the windup, speshly with some Italians.
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I thought yo'all would have got that when he said St Kevin's Arcade was built by the Romans.