Posts by Joe Wylie
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Hard News: Belief Media, in reply to BenWilson,
His favorite book, amusingly, was Robinson Crusoe.
Funny, Keith Holyoake once made the same claim to an interviewer who'd asked him to comment on the persistent rumour that he'd never actually read a book. While he happily admitted to having remained unsullied by literature since leaving school at age 12, he clearly recalled having read "Robinson Crusoe by Charles Dickens".
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Hard News: The Very Worst, in reply to Russell Brown,
Corrections dental policy is "pain-relief only".
Plenty of material there for the blackboard wise-ass at Richard Long's favourite Ngaio espresso pit.
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Southerly: Coming Up For Air, in reply to Hebe,
Favourite comment on Sutton's nattily pinstriped appearance at the $700+ per head Seismics and the City "forum":
wild boar piglets have stripes like this.... but this man is not wild any more, he has become Big Brownlee's house boy.
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Southerly: Coming Up For Air, in reply to Gee,
Canterbury Earthquake Recovery Authority chief executive Roger Sutton said he was not aware of issue.
'Rainman Roger', idiot-savant.
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to JacksonP,
inside Wellington, the steps down from the choir loft in St Mary of the Angels
Nice.
Very.
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Hard News: The Very Worst, in reply to Phil fryer,
for crimes of basic stupidity. . .
Our jails are full of people who seem to have been classified as criminally stupid rather than intellectually disabled.
a strike of the cane for each months jail reduction, may well get lives more productive & focused . . .Although it will never get traction
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to Sofie Bribiesca,
Morning dew on the Aloe
As they stood on the steps, the high grassy bank on which the aloe rested rose up like a wave, and the aloe seemed to ride upon it like a ship with the oars lifted. Bright moonlight hung upon the lifted oars like water, and the green wave glittered the dew.
"Do you feel it. too," said Linda, and she spoke to her mother with that special voice that women use at night to each other as though they spoke in their sleep from some hollow cave -- "Don't you feel that it is coming towards us?"Katherine Mansfield, Prelude.
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Capture: EQNZ Remembrance, in reply to Hebe,
We've learned to make our own fun.
No webcam yet for the mouldering compost of Dave Henderson's mini-empire.
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Because it's Easter, my favourite mix of that Bulgakov-inspired song:
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Hard News: Belief Media, in reply to Islander,
*joined you with a good pinot gris, and after, with an exceptional 16yrold Glen Moray...
Strange how someone who entered the miracle biz by turning water into wine should be commemorated with an alcohol ban.
The last words of Yeshua/Jesus, from Bulgakov's The Master and Margarita:
'Drink!' said the executioner, and a water-soaked sponge on the tip of
a spear rose to Yeshua's lips. Joy flashed in his eyes, he clung to the
sponge and began greedily imbibing the moisture. From the neighbouring post came the voice of Dysmas:
'Injustice! I'm a robber just like him!'
Dysmas strained but was unable to move, his arms being bound to the
crossbar in three places with loops of rope. He drew in his belly, clawed the ends of the crossbar with his nails, kept his head turned towards Yeshua's post, malice blazed in the eyes of Dysmas.
A dusty cloud covered the place, it became much darker. When the dust blew away, the centurion shouted:
'Silence on the second post!'
Dysmas fell silent. Yeshua tore himself away from the sponge, and trying to make his voice sound gentle and persuasive, but not succeeding, he begged the executioner hoarsely:
'Give him a drink.'