Posts by Joe Wylie
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The Mazengarb incident has been an endless source of amusement for my family.
Been ages since I skimmed through it, but I was highly tickled by the term 'bodgie "high priest"', as in someone who presides over the ritualised corruption of the innocent. No mention of Satan as far as I recall.
I read somewhere that it was a recipe "passed on from father to son" in Spain.
In a similar way to that in which one "passes" a kidney stone, perhaps?
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Last I looked, no webtroll would hyphenate anything ending with -gate. Always contracted to a single word through overuse.
Unless you're Klarkstolemyneurons (Hillmorton), who hasn't discovered the dash key yet, and usually leaves a gap or three. -
And in all fairness, Redbaiter was there first. It's practically his house.
True. Really, there's not a lot for a "basically decent" boyblogger to post about now that the National millenium's in place, apart from "I'm so over Obama" and the occasional menstruation joke.
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The most intelligent commentary I've read so far on the 2009 Davos summit
They never had such a feast in their life, and the little ones chewed on the Bono .
Not any more eh. Great piece, thanks.Funny how there seem to be no lack of vocal climate change denialists, while the impending economic downturn is only debated in terms of its severity.
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(On the other hand, I could just be a plain old bad feminist for liking Ludacris.)
Badass feminist?
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As far as I can make out, John Britten was more of the same ilk as Sir peter blake, than Bert Munro. A remarkable leader of men, not the archetypal kiwi block, tinkering in the back shed. He inherited an engineering firm.
A substantial inheritance, but not an engineering firm as such. John's engineering expertise was certainly of his own making, but his projects required substantial help from many others. Not that you'd guess that from the doco.
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Also very popular on NZ ON Screen at the moment: the full-length upload of Backyard Visionary, the 1993 John Britten documentary.
For anyone whose interest is piqued by this film Tim Hanna's excellent John Britten bio is essential reading. There's a whole aspect of the remarkable John Britten's genius that's barely evident in the doco - his singular ability to attract and inspire a remarkable group of exceptionally talented people. Not an entirely flattering portrait, but much more a sense of the whole man, and all the greater for that.
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Shakespeare would never have got one play past a proofreader.
And Shakespeare didn't have to cope with pedants, at least not in the modern sense. In The Taming of the Shrew there's a minor character identified simply as "a pedant". I was initially a little puzzled that he didn't do anything pedantic, then I discovered that in Shakespeare's early modern English the word simply meant schoolteacher.
If the concept that it's impossible to murder one's own mother tongue takes on then maybe even the word pedant will be rehabilitated and shed its pejorative meaning.
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waterproof books (or, at least, notebooks, exist
I used this stuff back in pre-Photoshop days, when I was an airbrush animation jockey. Rugged as hell, didn't bubble and distort when sprayed. I bet they make banknotes out of it.
Only waterproof book I've ever seen was in someone's shower in Sydney - Aussie songs for the shower. A slim tome I wouldn't recommend.
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. . . my limited but deep zone of expertise . . .
Heh!
Listen insect, I haven't felt the need to think since I successfully defended my Phd thesis, and I'm not about to start again for someone as insignificant as you.