Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Thursday, October 18, 2012

probably boring school work

For a class I did this semester (mentioned below) we had to make a short video on zero budget, and shoot it with a device that isn't a video camera. The next step was to reflect on the whole process; what went well, what didn't, what we changed etc, via blog updates. I decided to make the blog public if anyone is interested. It can be accessed here.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

poem

for Hamish


I am looking for the friendliest most loveliest piece

once I find it I will put it in
I will wrap it in the friendliest most loveliest paper,
tie it with the friendliest most loveliest bow,
and smile my most friendliest
most loveliest
when I pass it to you with the
softest
most friendliest
most loveliest
hands.

This piece,
albeit friendly
is many other things
like the rain, and the gum stuck to your shoe, and your receding hair line, and the top button of your shirt

it can do many other things

it can eat canned chicken if it wants
it can tie its shoe laces

this piece can close its eyes and
look out the window
for all I damn well care

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

FILM480 video project

I'm taking a class called DIY versus the Studio Giant at university at the moment. One of the projects for the DIY segment is to make a lil video on no budget and with a device that is not a video camera. I used my laptop webcam. We have to do things like make the film, upload it, and promote it, and then critically analyse the whole process, which we get marked on later.

So here is the thing I made. Yeah.

This Girl's Life

Sunday, October 7, 2012

habitat doom issue

A poem I wrote got put in the latest issue of habitat.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Pampa



On Wednesday my Pampa died. Pampa was my dad's dad, 86 years old. He had the biggest ears and the deepest crevasse-like wrinkles I've ever seen. He could wiggle his ears by themselves, not just at the hairline either. When I was little he wiggled his ears at me when my parents weren't looking, usually over dinner. It was fascinating and hilarious and I choked on many a pea, potato, and sausage, giggling at him from across the table.

Later in life he hooked up with his partner Joy. They met at ballroom dancing, which he was very good at. Once at Sequoia 88 (very classy chch restaurant) my dad got me a tequila sunrise (no tequila) and I thought I was drunk and Pampa flung me around the dance floor leading waltz', foxtrots, swing dances that at the time I figured I ruled at, yet in retrospective he was just a very good lead. 

Pampa moved in with Joy and helped her in her garden. He had two worm farms that churned up the compost and green waste, giving it lots of nutrients to put back in the garden. Their property backed onto a little brook, and the land was the most perfect balance of manicured garden and natural wild shrubbery. It was huge and extensive, with multiple little tracks petering off in different directions to the vegetable patch, the washing line, or the shed. Flowers and fruit bloomed and fell everywhere; it was something out of a Beatrix Potter book.

Those aren't the only hobbies he had; he played tennis right up until his late 70s I think, and snooker. He was fit and had lots of friends. He had a really deep voice, in a strange accent I couldn't place which I think was a mixture of English, Irish, and Bluff. He placed emphases on odd syllables, or just on everything, like: HEl-LO HOW are YOUUU. 

Pampa was a pretty choice dude, it would have been cool for me if he didn't live in Auckland my whole life, but it seemed to work out pretty well for him.