I watched V for vendetta last night. It’s probably been said before & my head is in the sand, but it was interesting to me that the movie makes you sympathise with someone who blows up a big symbolic building (presumably killing quite a few people, though it could have been evacuated) and feel that some good has been achieved in that, that a hegemonic power has been decisively cracked. Which is all reminiscent of the world trade centre building business.
Wednesday 30 May, 02007
Monday 28 May, 02007
Friday 25 May, 02007
Wednesday 23 May, 02007
I’ve just finished Lesslie Newbigin’s Foolishness to the Greeks: The Gospel and Western Culture. Great book. A quote from the last chapter, in which he gives seven conditions upon which the recovery of the western church depends:
The sixth requirement I would suggest for a missionary encounter with our culture is simply the courage to hold and to proclaim a belief that cannot be proved to be true in terms of the axioms of our society. … The gospel is not a set of beliefs that arise, or could arise, from empirical observation of the whole human experience. It is the announcement of a name and a fact that offer the starting point for a new and life-long enterprise of understanding and coping with experience. It is a new starting point. To accept it means a new beginning, a radical conversion.
Sunday 20 May, 02007
Heavenly Burlesque review: 6.5 out of 10. Very funny. Some sweet skills in evidence, particularly with the hula hoops, acrobatics and the shopping trolley of desire. But it was way too short, only about an hour long ($0.45/minute) and the ‘afterparty’ deserves those scare quotes and featured Batucada Sound Machine. BSM are a ‘band’ with too much percussion and two few skills and are about as burlesque as Radiohead. Kathy and I left to avoid having to kill ourselves, but not before having our photos taken by a woman with nice eyes for Capital Times. Keep your eyes peeled, if we make it, we’ll be the wiggly and colour-coordinated ones.
UPDATE: I’m informed I wrongly identified the post-HB band: It wasn’t Batucada Sound Machine. So I hope they can forgive me for that. Apparently it was The Beat Squad. Anyway, I didn’t like them, though others at the function did. BSM, I apologise for tarnishing your good name. Please send me a CD so that I can confirm that you do not, in fact, suck.
Saturday 19 May, 02007
Poetry at 128 last night, very good times, red wine doing the trick for once, and that girl whose face makes me fall over, and all my friends pairing off, I better pair off quick or I’ll be stuck for things to fill the weekend. Not really, but you know Todd. Next time I better have something to read out dammit. We were told Olmecha Supreme were playing at Valve so we hightailed it out of there (o to have a tail) just before the end, but they weren’t; it’s tonight (come along, they’re a blast man, Imon Star is the best and worst rapper in the world and Saturday before last was just the best dance for a long time, since Womad at least, though my paired off friends dropped away leaving me alone and faithful, because OS took so long to go on, and I was shy for a start sitting on a school seat and getting really jumpy before getting into it properly, sweet wiggly girls yeah). I hope we can make it, it’s going to be a busy evening, what with Hawthorne and Heavenly Burlesque (circus? vaudeville? strip show?) and all.
Friday 18 May, 02007
Thursday 17 May, 02007
Wednesday 16 May, 02007
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Monday 14 May, 02007
Maybe we are The Fragrance. I don’t know. But especially in the first hour there were some sustained beautiful times, Iggy going both hands and feet at the faux-hammond/pan flute and the happiest spaciest new-steel-guitar-sounds coming out of RDB’s corner, and that’s when you get possessed by the unholy angels and couldn’t stop beating those drums to within an inch of their lives, even if you tried. I hope we can rein it in, pin it down.
When he heard my croaky voice on Sunday, a hardworking fifty-year-old man of Indian extraction gave me this advice, which he said was the best health advice I’d ever get: when you get to forty you should eat less, and then when you get to fifty eat still less. If you have four bits of toast for breakfast now, he said, have three when you’re forty. And when you’re fifty have two? I said. O no, probably about two and a half, he said.
Friday 11 May, 02007
Daniel came (welcome to Wellingtown) and we had rolled roast beef with garlic, sage, thyme and salt, and roast kumara, potatoes and carrots with pesto and chilli jam, and beans, and later there was chocolate fudge pudding fluffy and delicious with whipped cream and also cabernet from Chile, thanks Chile. It was a good time and there was tantrix (offline) to finish.
Thursday 10 May, 02007
Wednesday 09 May, 02007
#2 in the Christianity & Psychology in Dialogue X-Nous (Christian mind) series is on tonight at 5.30 at Ramsey House, 8 Kelburn Parade. Last week’s was pretty good and this one is likely to be even better. It’ll be ‘simulcast’ on 88.1 Human FM. Flash eh?