Posts by Joe Wylie
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to JacksonP,
A-mazin’ man.
Like when the kids prised Rangi off Papa. -
Ah, what the hell. Brownlee untethered.
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Poor Councillor Aaron Keown. Just when he'd carved out a reputation as the undisputed brainfart king of Christchurch, Gerry blows him right off the stage.
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Hard News: Television and the Public Good, in reply to merc,
The nature of the monkey is irrepressible.
(from the 80s Japanese TV series).
Even the priest's horse was a river demon doing penance for having eaten the original horse. -
Hard News: Television and the Public Good, in reply to Chris Waugh,
It's Arthur Waley, originally published as Monkey, and highly abridged. I fell in love with it years ago, and while I've read that purists feel that he took liberties with the text, it's still a more rollicking read than later scholarly English-language versions.
Someone described Journey to the West as combining Mother Theresa, Hulk Hogan and Wile E Coyote in one big slapstick adventure. The wonderful 80s Japanese TV series is fondly remembered.
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Hard News: Television and the Public Good, in reply to Chris Waugh,
Never woulda picked John Key for a reader of classical Chinese philosophy.
Key as a gullible Daoist, selling the farm for a bucket of piss?
“Now go outside the building, close the shutters, and stay there,” said Monkey. “For no one is permitted to witness our holy mysteries.” When all was ready, Monkey got up, lifted his tiger-skin, and pissed into the flower-pot. “Brother,” said Pigsy, highly delighted. “We’ve had some rare games together since I’ve joined you, but this beats all. And that fool Pigsy, lifting his dress, let fall such a cascade as would have made the Lüliang Falls seem a mere trickle. Left with the big jug, Sandy could do no more than half fill it. Then they adjusted their clothes, and sat down decorously as before. “Little ones,” Monkey called out, “you can come and fetch your holy water.”
The Daoists returned, full of gratitude and awe. “Bring me a cup,” said the Tiger Strength Immortal to one of his disciples. “I should like to taste it.” The moment he tasted . . . the Immortal’s lip curled wryly. “Does it taste good?” asked the Deer Strength Immortal. “It’s rather too full-flavored for my liking,” said the Tiger Strength Immortal. “Let me taste it,” said the Ram Strength Immortal. “It smells rather like pig’s urine,” he said doubtfully, when the cup touched his lips. Monkey saw the game was up. “We’ve played our trick,” he said to the others, “and now we’d better take the credit for it.” “How could you be such fools,” he called out to the Daoists, “as to believe that the Deities had come down to earth? We’re no Blessed Trinity, but priests, from China. And what you have been drinking is not the Water of Life, but just our piss!
from Journey to the West - The Pilgrims in the Cart-Slow Kingdom
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Hard News: Television and the Public Good, in reply to Leopold,
The influx of refugees from non-commercial TV will be mainly Pakeha-based
Like Anzac Day coverage, which has been de facto resident on Maori TV for ages now, presumably because there's not a buck to be made from it.
. . . a Kiwi version of the brilliant Australian SBS
As someone once said, 'I cleaned the glass door of the oven and replaced the bulb. Then I put a potato in. A bit later I was passing the kitchen door and spotted it out the corner of my eye and I thought it was SBS."
SBS can be a bit like that, but everyone eventually will find something that they'd never get to see anywhere else, and they'll be rapt that they did. -
Hard News: Television and the Public Good, in reply to merc,
Can't you sell your show to Maori TV?
Good question.
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to JacksonP,
Have I posted this already?
Reckon I'd definitely remember if you had - sky of the year so far.
Also big ups to Russell's heroic Avondale market background clouds. Those unimpeded Auckland skies, like living on a little island. -
Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to Islander,
I so love this crab!