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Rainbow tickery…

Rainbow Tick is a business, like the halal certification business, it gives organisations a tick for behaving in the manner the certifier approves. The Muslim Islamic Council provides certification to businesses that kill their animals with a single cut, that are thoroughly bled, and have not come into contact with animals (pork especially) that have been stunned before being slaughtered.

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People before planes

When you land at an international airport it’s as if you’re still in the one you left. What they also have in common is a building programme that’s been going on for decades with no end in sight. Airports are goldmines. Which is why Queenstown Airport Corporation has Wanaka in its sights and Auckland is eyeing up Whenuapai.

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Impeachment piffle…

The day  Congress decided to begin an impeachment inquiry into President  Donald Trump,  cable  news network MSNBC ran a  documentary  on  world-wide protests  by  millions of young people.  It featured the real life impacts of  climate change  almost everywhere in the world –  from  Paris where a  prolonged heatwave   had killed dozens,  to  Kabul, where determined  women marched (with  men guarding them),  and most pitifully, in little Guatemala.

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Community cohesion – where is it?

Why would anyone think I’d vote for them if they give me a leaflet I don’t want! Look – it says ‘NO CIRCULARS’!”  I consider explaining that local body election leaflets are actually not ‘circulars’, or indeed, advertising at all. They are instead an important part of the democratic process. But I fear a bureaucratic distinction will be lost on this vehement elderly woman intent on keeping her letter box clear of bumf, and for that matter, on most others whose letterboxes are firmly labelled as to what can and cannot be posted within.

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Rugby rules…

TVOne News led with it. At first glance The New Zealand Herald  looks like it did too. Last  month, the newspaper had just  two words on its front page: IT’S ON! Which we already knew so it hardly  qualified as news.

Both media  outlets were covering the same  story, the Rugby World Cup. Thing is the Herald wasn’t – well, not exactly. The front page,usually the pride of newspapers, was a wrap-around.  At its bottom was a line which proudly proclaimed that this was an ad for the chain store  Harvey Norman… The real Granny Herald  hid inside,  shamed perhaps by its commercial  needs.

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October miscellany

Our Kiwi friend loves her new home in Australia’s Sunshine Coast except that… one morning when she opened the doors to another glorious day, she saw  this on her back deck… a python. It basked on the desk railing, all 3-4 metres of it, and sent our friend scurrying back inside.

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‘NO JUNK MAIL!’

Apart from people, letterboxes are the most pedestrian sights on any street.  Without a  second glance we walk past  every one except our own, which is perhaps the way things should be.  But like everything else  post-digital, letter boxes are no longer the proud receptacles of mail – handwritten letters, invitations, birthday  cards and their  more sombre messages of condolence.

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A tropical flower in Spring

Winter lingered like an unwelcome visitor, but finally Spring arrived – one little step after another.

Jasmine scented the air on crisp mornings in the lull between seasons; daffodils thrust dreary winter aside, lambs gambolled in Auckland’s Cornwall Park and  in the burbs,  pink cherry  blossom brightened the streets – on days when it wasn’t raining!

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Superstitions and why we have them – broken mirrors

For many centuries, the soul was perceived as separable from the body, and never so clearly as when seeing one’s reflection in a pool or a mirror. The reflection there was believed to be your soul on a brief walkabout from your body. But having been separated for a short time in this way, the soul normally returned home safely to within its owner – unless a water creature snapped the soul into ripples or, in later centuries, a mirror broke.

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