Posts by Lyndon Hood
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Did we see Get Up, Stand Up?
Big pile of talent in political engagement thingy. More www.gusu.co.nz
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On my scan of the act the critical word was 'news'. As if, by the time something is a book, it must be olds.
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Hard News: The People's Poet is dead!, in reply to Russell Brown,
That Times front page:
ALL SCHOOLS MUST TEACH WHAT IT IS TO BE BRITISH [photo of Rik]
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This popped up in my Twitter stream - a couple of funny bastards who fire off each other and really know how to work an audience.
(The description says "Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson momentarily break character" but it's more than five minutes.)
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Actually, what follows is relevent:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension.
We are their parents and original. -
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have sucked up from the sea
Contagious fogs, which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents.
The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard.
The fold stands empty in the drownèd field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock.
The nine-men’s-morris is filled up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here.
No night is now with hymn or carol blessed.
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound.
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.I recall reading the weather was actually like this at the time (A Midsummer Night's Dream, II,i). And Terry Jones talks about coming out of the cold periods in the little ice age - I was left with the impression the climate is never so cruel as when it's changing.
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Properly traditional pretzels are done with lye, I think, but people most use a strong baking soda solution for that. *googles* some people reckon it works for olives.
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I have a recipe in a big ole Hare Krishna cookbook for a guava jam that (of course) went well with feijoas - unrefined sugar and a bit of spice cooked in ghee at the end, including just enough chilli to warm it. And there is a fine feijoa liquer recipe in the archives of this website.
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I'm still hoping they also asked whether John Key's silly-hat addiction was 'worthy of a Prime Minister'. But my yardstick remains last election, when they polled people on who they thought was going to win the election
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Incidentally, I only had a good look at that Oravida (English) news page yesterday. Something less than half of the stories involve Government MPs but I was most struck by a couple that make much of the National Party chariman. As per "During the visit, Mayor Li, Yaoxin met with the National party chairman Peter Goodfellow to discuss this exciting opportunity extensively and laid down the foundation for the bilateral collaborations." [in Delegation from Shanghai Changning Municipality visits New Zealand]
At the very least they're determinedly prenenting themselves as 'in' with the government, sometimes to people who don't know how it works here. The other possiblity, of course, is that it does work like that now.