Welcome to Kiwiboomers!

fullcoveringAuckland's Spring means brollies. But when the sun does deign to appear,  the city's Asians - especially women - become refugees from sunlight. Parasols,  encompassing cloth hats, sun visors so long they could pose a pedestrian hazard, all protect skin. Why? Dr Google says that from Korea to China and Japan, pale skin is an Asian status symbol, showing that the pallid are not manual workers. How ironic. That was once a European pre-occupation.

Warts and all


Jaw-dropping winner  of the  Kiwi version of London’s  Carbunkle Cup (for the ugliest building in the UK) is right here in… yes in one of our prettiest centres, just keep reading…

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Teresa and Hilary

The other day some friends talked about Auckland’s homeless and how awful the conditions must be sleeping rough.  Auckland’s Spring was having an identity crisis, reverting to the chills and rain of Winter, dallying briefly with its sunnier  self – then plunging into yet another sodden bout of seasonal recidivism. So these comfortably housed friends were right – how ghastly it must be to live day after day on the streets or crammed in  the hothouses of cars at night.

How did we get to this point at which  homelessness is so overwhelming, but at the same time beginning to slip down the news agenda? How could it be fixed they asked? They shook their heads sadly, but history has some  answers…

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Neat and tidy

how-to-clean-a-dirty-ovenI tested the kitchen smoke alarm a couple of weekends ago. Baking an apple and boysenberry cake, the topping, dots of butter sprinkled with muscovado sugar, melted, oozed through the dodgy base of my aging spring form tin and began to burn.

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Woke up this morning not to our plaintive Tui, who seems to have lost his song, but to a whacking great WHUMP! It shook the house, made the windows chatter in their frames like teeth in a shiver.

Damn developers we thought, making six dwellings where two once stood. But no.

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Fashion Olympics…

olympicThe show-prayer fashion was everywhere this year. Why appeal to your maker in the changing-room or tunnel when you can do it front of millions? This is a special God, after all, a biased God, your own personal God who’s here for you, not the other blokes lining up beside you.

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One Hundred Small Chapters

One Hundred Ways to Read  A CityDid I want to read a book about Christchurch?

I’d seen the destruction of the earthquakes, later vast expanses of nothingness and recently, steps of reconstruction. I’d watched John Campbell cover stories on television about it and each Saturday for the last five years I’d read all about it in The Press.  (Maybe, thought I knew it.)

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This morning I went to one of my locals to get my morning fix. One of the little joys about life that I am grateful for is my morning coffee (and on some days, for variety, ginger chai!)

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Divisiveness as well as diversity

Between 2005 and 2007, a total of 119,600 people migrated to NZ from overseas. 41,300 of those were New Zealand born citizens returning home. The remaining 78,300 were born overseas.

The vast majority of migrants have made Auckland their home in a very short time, changing the demographics of the population dramatically.

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