Angela and Lucy took me to see The Motorcycle Diaries this afternoon. I want to know about Che Guevera now.
Brooklyn the suburb is beautiful because the houses have been here for a while so they and the trees and the hils have gotten used to each other. It was settled before the advent of cars and public transport (at one stage there were three bootmakers here), so there are lots of good walking tracks and the footpaths often diverge from the roadside to take an easier route.
An historian of Wellington told me a story about the family who lived in this house at the beginning of last century. Some of the children who lived here (who were around ten years old) would catch rabbits in the hills and sell them to housewives around about. If they had too many to sell in Brooklyn, their mother would send them on foot to Karori to sell the rest. (On this map you can see Karori in the center, and Brooklyn way down there in the southeast corner). When I heard that I resolved to take the bus only as a last resort.
Walking cloud-shrouded home these past two days puts one in a solipsistic mood.
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what does ‘solipsistic’ mean?
“Solipsism” is a wonderful word, made up from the latin “solus” + “ipsos” and means “the self alone”. This describes the view that the universe is centred on one’s self and indeed, is one’s self. This is the world view of the very young normally.
hey Matt, you ain’t the only one around you know.