Posts by Ian Dalziel
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Republic of Nauru, anybody?
Let's stripmine the Republic of Brownlee,
he's full of **it...
Open cast or tunnelling - either way it
looks like we're getting shafted... -
I think we should look for unobtainium under
Gerry Brownlee's house....
Gawd, he was smug on Campbell Live tonight,
and superciliously patronizing with it...Apparently all this mining is so we (the country?) can make more money - are we
starting a state owned mining company?
Otherwise the bulk of the dosh and minerals
will go offshore, business as usual...I wonder how many times we will hear that the
land involved is "the equivalent of a post card
on the pitch at Mt Eden" an imperialist measure
we can all use... -
Love that last photo of Rudolf the red-nosed
wicket keeper...Blitzkricket...
Adolf Hitler played cricket...
... For anyone who loves cricket, there is something deeply satisfying in the knowledge
that Hitler did not understand the game, and something disquieting in the thought that,
had he won the war, we would all be playing
without pads.in case you missed this great article by Ben Macintyre ( The Times ) in The Press on Saturday here it is from The Australian .
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Agree, I'm not saying it's not art. I'm just saying it's the kind of art I'd happily take a blowtorch to.
How about something more maniacally mechanical, rather than mechanistic, to give you that Tinguely feeling...
Bet this blowtorched beauty by Wacko Giaco would give the Tripod a run for its money...
...though having seen the Courtenay Pl Tripod for the first time today (on the web) I'm surprised there hasn't been a cheapo District Nein with the Tripod being animated and cutting a swathe thru wellington, perhaps with closing shots atop the Beehive, Rodney Hide clutched in its mandibles... -
Digital divide still alive and well.
this is the one I know, is there another?
LL&P :- ) -
Camping it up...?
Everyone I Have Ever Slept With, 1963-95.
Appliqued tent, mattress and light. 122 x 245 x 215 cm. - Tracey Emin.is this work the genesis of the phrase:
"being sold a pup"? -
I believe you're going to hear from Craig's attorneys on this one.
Bloody Mathematicus - point taken...
Decimation is taking one-in-ten
and a Cohort is a tenth of a Legion
sorry, I was all at sea with that one
but ya get my drift...I suppose I could get into some kind of explanation of a series of nine decimations...
but the numbers shift and we could slip into numerical paradoxes - so being a Zeno-phobe
I'll leave well enough alone...speaking of Tenths (he lisped)...
'Art' is a big tent, attempts to exclude people from it (particularly with quasi snobbery like people who make works for entertainment shouldn't also make public art works) are silly.
and
Well, I'm of the (subjective) opinion that pretty much everything 'created' by Emin, Hirst, or any of those Hoxton twerps is an enormous heap of steaming, stinking ordure.
In some cases, almost literally.I think we may be getting sidelined by the Freakshows and amusements on the midway
heading towards the Big Top circus proper... -
When were the Romans here, did I miss something?.
Substations of the Crossing...
an alternate history...
Escaping from the flames of Mesopotomia, the Roman Legion of the Parthian Less Trodden (Naval Division) fled south, drifting across the Arabian Sea and The Indian Ocean, missing Australia completely to wash ashore on the west coast of New Zealand. Due to decimation only a cohort survived to
establish a remote base in Fiordland...
Generations later they crept from hiding to assimilate themselves into the European diaspora flooding into New Rome...
They established themselves in Canterbury
and traces of them may be seen in the Shrines * to the great (Greco-Roman) God MED** dotted about Christchurch and the Cantabrian propensity for Atriums and gladiatorial sports...PS and I guess some went to Auckland to build St Kevins - <ahem>
*as captured here by Chch artist Hilaire Campbell
** this idea of these temples of MED spread across Chch in an arcane pattern was in a great book I read years ago, the title and author of which I have forgotten - does anyone else remember?
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Dairy me...
Hey Ian! Sofie already got in with the little Baby Cheezus...
What! You mean that "Vegemite" smear back in June? (to which I responded with something about "Marmitetreya and Cheeses on the Cross")...
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I believe the Son of Gouda I was alluding to
with my Puckish punishment has shed his natal swaddling and quit the baby zone, after spending almost 2 score years (a Brie(f) life) "spreading the word", ending in political martyrdom, he has assumed his fatal shroud... the seams of which have traced a Blue Vein through our culture.
Still Easter is coming, and we can cheddar tear over our devilled eggs...Goodbayou, Halloumi...
... but of course if this a "No Pun Recycling Area",
I'll be popping my Curdish-Thesaurus in my
Paneer Bags and be on my Whey...
Putting myself out to Pasteur, and leave you all to Havarti discourse ... a Feta worse than death...slices thinly, there's no waste...
cheesy huh?
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Ian - I think you are my old friend from South Intermediate and Cashmere
Well spotted that woman!
Karen - so that's where you got to... ;- )
How wonderful to hear from friends in exotic places... aaahh, the scattered alumni of Mr Moore's Room at South Intermediate... (I believe Kristin K took to the Law, Katherine M went to the Library & Janet W took to the Media... the others?)Feel free to click on the email icon under my post count and drop me a line - to precis the past quarter century +....