Posts by Emma Hart
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I don't know if I could reinhabit my own childhood homes
We had to think about this recently, because the first question with the estate was, did any of the children want to buy Mum's house. We moved around a lot when I was little, so that was my first home. I lived there from when I was six until I left for uni at nearly-eighteen.
But it wouldn't have been right, all other considerations aside. It was Mum's house, and if it's not going to have Mum in it, I don't want to see it any more.
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Interesting: I can relate to that myself, but for some it seems to be the other way around. For some people, the networks and rituals of high school seem to define the rest of their lives
Ah, that's true, I just don't know any of those people. (None of my Facebook friends etc - I no longer communicate with anyone I went to high school with.) Perhaps that sense of belonging needs a sense of identity to go with it, a sense that "I know who I am now".
This is awfully philosophical. I'd just noticed lots of people from Welly and Auckland grieving over the Dux.
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it highlights the fluidity of the word "home"
I have lived in places that were never home - not cities, but individual houses. I'd probably been at uni a couple of years before I was living somewhere that felt like home, and then I would "go home" (meaning not so much Timaru, but my mother's house) and then come home (return to my flat in Chch).
I have a theory that'll never be more than that, that our weakest or most resisted "fromness" is for the place where we spent our teenage years.
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Investigative journalist Ben Vidgen
Working for Investigate magazine doesn't actually make you an investigative journalist.
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Hey, I may be fucking stupid, but I'm not dumb!
If there's an earthquake locally, I won't be waiting for the text - I'll be grabbing the emergency supplies (which includes a radio) with one hand and the family with the other, and heading up the nearest hill.
Um... okay. Had we done that here (and our distance from the estuary is measured in metres, not kms) it'd have been about the dumbest thing we could have done. Those "nearest hills" were in the process of falling on Redcliffs and Sumner. And we'd have been running from a tsunami that wasn't coming - for lack of information, leaving a safe place for a dangerous place.
Also, you might want to check whether your screaming and fleeing neighbours are big fans of Ken Ring's.
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Radiation and a gazebo?!
We actually started calling it a gazebo because of that story. It's actually more a sort of odd cross between a gazebo and a conservatory. So it rapidly became the gazebotory. It looks just like that now, except with a massive ominous crack through the panel by the door, and the right-most roof panel in that picture completely missing. Going in to remove dangling shards of glass while we were still having aftershocks was quite the experience. Does it have hit points? Fuck yes.
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Alright, ponies. We were missing ponies, right?
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Okay, fine, despite your using the phrase "hot corgi action", I shall go and look for pictures of unicorns that don't also feature naked men.
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had a reactor in her gazebo...
Is this... some kind of euphemism?
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What, there's an app for that? :)
Karl laughed at me the first time I brought my iPhone to bed with me. He's not laughing now. (For a long time, it had just three aps on it: Twitter, Carcassonne, and World Cup Cricket scoring. One of these is very handy in the middle of the night.)