Island Life by David Slack

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Certifiably Ill

One is labouring under the burden of a cold, so instead of offering one's own insights, one will share the anecdotes of others this morning.

1. All politics is local

In 1874, Alfred Packer, having been enlisted to guide five homesteaders along the Mormon Trail into Colorado during a heavy winter, emerged from the San Juan Mountains - alone.
Packer was convicted of cannibalism and sentenced to hang by Judge Melville B. Gerry.

"Stand up, yah voracious man-eatin' sonofabitch, and receive your sentence!" the judge cried.

Thar were only seven Democrats in all of Hinsdale County and you ate five of them!"

2. Something to ponder over lunch at the Viaduct

The wit and lawyer William Travers once joined a group of people watching the end of a yacht race in Newport, Rhode Island.

As each boat crossed the finish line, the name of its owner was announced.

Informed that every man was a wealthy stockbroker, Travers gazed pensively at the flotilla.

"And where," he asked "are the customers' yachts?"


3. What have you declared on your driver's licence?

Michael Crichton's 1978 film Coma tells the tale of a young female doctor whose suspicions are raised by the large number of relatively healthy patients at her hospital who suffer from "complications" during simple operations and fall into comas. She learns that these patients are being shipped off to an "institute" which harvests their organs for sale on the black market.

In the year following the film's appearance, a kidney transplant surgeon at Ohio State University, noticed that cities across America were reporting drops as large as 60% in the number of organs being donated.

4. More on the gathering tide of Asian crime

Last week's Herald reported developments in a big drug case.

"Police said they still wanted to speak to Chen Chen, 25, who lives on Princes Wharf"

How embarrassed are they going to feel when someone explains it was "I'll meet you at Cin Cin or somewhere on Princes Wharf "

5. Even if I were not cold-addled I wouldn't bother with a Thribb for Pinochet.
Peter Cresswell quite reasonably proposes that other dreadful leaders of a more left-leaning persuasion also get their due when their time comes.

Fair enough. Nevertheless I propose that Pinochet be buried at sea in the most appropriate way, turfed overboard, hands and feet bound, from a helicopter out of sight of the coast.

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Drunk By Noon

In one of my favourite songs by Sally Timms, she sings:

If my life lasted only one day,
I'd still be drunk by noon.

The whole song's a treat. Cheers to the writer, Rennie Sparks, who has the steel to put lines like this in a song.

Sometimes I flap my arms like a hummingbird
Just to remind myself I'll never fly.
Sometimes I burn my arms with cigarettes
Just to pretend I won't scream when I die.

You think that's raw? Try the next verse. These past few months, a dismally large number of friends and family have had cancer encounters, some slight, some anything but, with outcomes ranging from blessed to bleak.

One phrase echoes in my mind, and it was told to me by the friend of another who is raising money for surgery in Australia. Your purchase of a fundraising ticket for a showing of Little Miss Sunshine at the Bridgeway on Monday 11 in Northcote at 8.00 pm would be warmly received, and if you can possibly be there, please consider it. What she said was: "If I die, who else will love my babies the way I love them?" She is 35. Her eldest is 5 and her youngest is ten months.

I couldn't say with certainty that morbidity or fatalism or personal experience has a lot do with it, but over here in the alt.country section we do like the drinkin' songs, and the tilting at mortality, and we don't always say no to a drink before lunchtime. So notwithstanding - and perhaps because of - other people's ineffable anguish I still like this verse.

Sometimes I can't wait to come down with cancer.
At least then I'll get to watch TV all day.
And on my deathbed I'll get all the answers
Even if all my questions are taken away.

And back to the chorus…

If my life was as long as the moon's,
I'd still be jealous of the sun.
If my life lasted only one day,
I'd still be drunk by noon.

Over here, barkeep.

And cheers to Wammo at Kiwi FM for inviting a cocktail mixer to join us this week in the studio while I'm there for our Friday morning chat. They promise us the guy makes a mean Mojito.

And there's more. An international theme. With giveaways. I turn now to the blurb:

Wammo (weekdays 10am-2pm on Kiwi) will be running a competition from Tuesday to Friday this week via text/phone/email to ask which Kiwi artists should pair up with international artists next! Is it Kirsten Morelle with David Bowie? Savage with Celine Dion? The Tutts with Pavarotti? Barnaby Weir with Nickleback?

I just heard a reader in Pt Chev wail.

Well, you decide. Make a good enough suggestion, and there could be loot involved. Again from the blurb:

Wammo will draw his winners on Friday and each one will receive a ticket to OE: Brazil's Auckland show at the St James, a copy of the OE: Brazil CD and a great big bottle of Bacardi Superior Original Premium Rum.

Have at it! Truly - your suggestions are warmly invited. What's a genuinely good match of indigenous and international talent? Who'd you like to hear? Stick your suggestions in the discussion thread and I'll get you entered in the draw.

Personally, I'm going for a mash-up of Leonard Cohen with Shihad, but then I listen to songs about cancer.

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Stop Making Cents

NCEA English
2007 Summer Class

Compare the following two pieces of writing, then answer the following questions.

Media release
Newmarket Business Association
Monday, 4 December 2006

Unbelievable that Reserve Bank runs out of new coins in lead up to Christmas.

Just five weeks after phasing out the old coins, the Reserve Bank has now written to the country's retail banks warning them there will be a shortage of the new 20 cent pieces in the lead up to the busy Christmas period, with some unimpressed retailers already unable to source 20 cent pieces," Auckland's leading retail district, Newmarket, has revealed today.

"When we complained that the three-month transition period wasn't long enough, the Reserve Bank told us that they'd done a lot of work and that everything was going to be just fine. We'll here we are just five weeks into the new coins and only days away from the Christmas rush, and the country's running out of its own currency. This is all looking very Fijian and doesn't inspire much confidence in our central bank," said Cameron Brewer, head of the Newmarket Business Association.

"The unfortunate thing is that while banks and retailers are set to run out of 20 cent pieces, tens of millions of the old 20 cent pieces sit idle because they are no longer legal tender.

"Retailers have got enough on their mind in December without worrying about running out of change. Given the many years of work leading up to this new coin transition, such a staggering miscalculation by the Reserve Bank should never have happened," said Mr Brewer.

ENDS

Radio New Zealand News

Reserve Bank Orders Extra 20c Pieces
Posted at 8:22pm on 04 Dec 2006

The Reserve Bank has ordered an extra 15 million 20 cent pieces, because of unusually high demand for the coins.

An extra 4.75 million 20 cent coins have been put into circulation over the past week.

The bank's currency manager, Brian Lang, says a further 10 million of the coins will arrive in the country over the next few days.

He says the bank has issued 50 million 20 cent coins, and 53 million 10 cent coins, but there has been a much greater demand for 20 cent coins than it expected.

Mr Lang says there will be enough new coins in circulation to meet demand over the Christmas period.

Questions

1. Write the expression “way over the top” in txt language.

2. Do you use cash to buy any of the following?

     a. movie ticket
     b. CD
     c. DVD
     d. Big Mac
     e. chewing gum

3. What is meant by the expression “This is all looking very Fijian”

4. Would you rather spend this weekend in Suva or Newmarket?

5. Do you have confidence in our central bank?

6. Do you have confidence in the Newmarket Business Association?

7. In terms of dealing with the news media, what is a “staggering miscalculation”?

8. If you were eligible, who would you vote for in next year’s Auckland mayoralty contest?

     a. Cameron Brewer
     b. John Banks
     c. Frank Bainimarama

9. Who coined the expression “say whatever you like, as long as you spell my name right”? Discuss, with reference either to postmodern electronic media theory, or your five favourite YouTube clips of 2006.

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How to smoke an MP

MP smoking is an art. You don’t just pick one up and start puffing. You must know how to select an MP, cut him, light him up, and finally, smoke him.

Choosing an MP

When purchasing an MP there are certain things you should keep in mind.

- Verify the quality of the MP by squeezing him slightly to make sure there are no hard lumps of ethics in him, and check to ensure that the press releases he has issued are not unduly tainted.

- Malleability typically diminishes with longevity. You may want to start with a novice.

Types of MP

Churchill
The most desirable choice: Venerated, with enormous profile and influence, but rare and difficult to procure.

Torpedo
Has a pointed head, closed foot and a bulge in the middle. This type of MP tends only to be useful as an unguided missile.

Perfecto
Similar to the torpedo, but doesn’t ask awkward questions.

Cutting the cap of your MP

Your MP will typically have a closed mind on the question of people’s right to bear cigarettes. In order to smoke him, you will first need to make an opening in his head, or as we say in the trade: “cut off his cap”. This must be done in a manner that will preserve his outward shape.

Biting the MP is not a cutting method. Not only is this ineffective since your teeth are not real cutting tools, but you will not look like much of a lobbyist spitting out pieces of leftover MP.

Try to slice off the head in one quick "chop" (in the manner of the guillotine), by identifying one of the MP’s great yearnings. For some, this will be Bluff Oysters, for others lap dancing. Some may prefer to have grouting done in their bathroom, while for some it may be a popular musical act they remember from their youth.

Having spent all this effort choosing your MP and cutting him to perfection, you won't want to waste all that time and money by lighting him the wrong way. It's best to do so by tucking a policy paper into his pocket. Discretion at all times, though! It’s prudent not to ply him with actual talking points, nor anything that might be later discovered in an email.

Proper etiquette calls for removal of the “Hello I Am” stickers from his lapel before you smoke your MP. He will need a label at the outset because you will typically have a group of his colleagues gathered at the same time, and they can be very the devil to tell apart. Once you have lit them up, of course, every nosey parker and his dog will notice, and a discreet veil of anonymity is to be preferred.

Enjoy and savour the MP, but do not inhale! After 12 puffs or so, remove the “Hello I Am” Stickers, which will probably be falling off on their own, thanks to the heat.

Now sit back with your MP in one hand and a glass of port, cognac or single malt in the other. Before you know it, you'll be discussing amendments, deregulation and misleading data as though you were the fastest of friends.

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Citizen Key With A Vengeance

I can still remember my first morning at Burnside High. A smarmy thuggish type cornered me in the boy's toilets. The next minute he and two of his acne-ravaged friends were holding me upside down and giving me the time honoured ducking ritual. A few minutes later, water dripping onto my shirt collar I was sitting in the assembly hall with my mate Russell as the thug walked past.

"Who's he?" I asked.

"Oh, that's John Key", he said, "Why?"

"He's the one who ducked me," I said, quietly plotting my revenge. One day he would be Leader of the Opposition and then he would pay. I would write a blog mocking his maiden speech and undo his vaulting ambition at his moment of greatest triumph.

At some point I must have begun audibly mumbling.

"What's a blog?" asked Russell. I told him about the Internet.

"What's an Al Gore?" he asked.

At that moment there was a yelp a few rows ahead of us. A bookish-looking fifth former was clutching his Values Party manifesto to his chest as Key poked him menacingly. "Hippy!" he sneered. A cute girl farther along the seat looked across at the bully with slightly narrowed eyes. "Watch it Key", she said. "I'll be able to kneecap you once I'm writing for the Listener".

"I can't wait to get a Mac", said Russell, looking with puppy eyes at her.

Oh, if only. When John Key becomes Prime Minister, my goose will be cooked. I will probably pay quite a lot less tax and my daughter's Decile 10 school may very well get a bigger share of Vote Education, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

For what it's worth, here is my impression of the first 100 hours of his leadership, written at hour 74 because I do this to a hidden agenda and don't let the facts intrude.

Observation One:

It is churlish to speak ill of the bridegroom during the honeymoon. Yes, you should give the man a chance to get his slippers under the bed, but all I've been essentially asking is this: how much do we know about John Key, and wouldn't we like to? Some people have inferred a remarkable amount from the warm words offered about Maori, Green policy and the Welfare system, but I maintain that in the generality so far, they could be inferring rather more or rather less than he actually has in mind.

Perhaps it fair to infer this subtext: "I am not Don Brash". That certainly seems to have much positive resonance, especially amongst women I have spoken to.

Which leads me on to Observation Two:

The Press Gallery loves fresh characters for the soap opera.

Introducing young, urbane, fabulously rich John! Not like Don! Not like Helen! Best of all: new! And when you're new, you get freshly lacquered in Teflon. What is revealed in the Hager book proves fatal to fading character Don, but of no consequence to new character John. I still don't have the book and I still don't know how it reflects on the two players. All I'm sure of is that there is a discernible dichotomy in the interviewing treatment going on here.

And that takes me to the third observation.

Where, when and how do you get your labels?
Helen Clark's reading of the beltway may have failed her at points this year, but she is not wrong to maintain that such a division exists between those who absorb the minutiae of politics and those who take only occasional interest.

It is in this context that I'm interested in the way these first days take shape. For casual observers of politics, the picture they form of a leader like Key may continue to evolve and solidify, or it may simplify ossify around those first few tags: generous natured man offers olive branches to Maori and Greens, pledges concern for welfare, tacks for the centre, Is Not Don Brash. That may all prove to be correct; on the other hand, it may not, and we won't know for certain until the policy details emerge. But it's interesting to ponder whether the label could endure even if the reality doesn't ultimately square with it.

Finally, observation four: I am quite persuaded by some of the views of others. A friend whose judgment I value greatly writes:

I also suspect the Key we learn to love or hate will be a man who doesn't hold opinions about much. That's why he was good at trading - and even liked it. Now the real question is - is this a problem? English does have opinions - moderate ones - and will be the policy wonk and the intellect of the duo.

I think too that Clark has misshaped our expectations of what makes a leader. Prior to her the ones with the steel trap minds weren't the leaders - they were the deputies or the number threes (think Palmer, Birch, Rowling when he wasn't PM). Clark has turned that on its head. She's been so across everything we now expect that in a leader - but why? I think Key will redefine the role - and we may find that refreshing. Wouldn't it be nice to have a leader that wasn't in control of everything?

And why not? A life well-lived is full of unexpected turns, and perhaps it's time for another.