*"Does this gift cross the line between friendship and...romance?"
Monday, December 20, 2010
chrismukkah, oy humbug!
*"Does this gift cross the line between friendship and...romance?"
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
this is heavy
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
men of a certain age


1. A boy in the class who we hated. He found the music of Moby really profound.
2. A girl in the class who we dubbed 'indie girl' and who had a tendency to name-drop, which was kind of redundant living in Wellington, where everyone already knows everyone anyway. She's famous now though and probably earns quite a lot so I guess that serves us right.
3. How much we loved Roy, our lecturer, and wished he was our dad.
the young mr darcy
The updated list still includes men who I could never crush on in such a way, but who I wish I knew in a dadly or uncley way, who I could hang out and drink beer or whiskey with and who I could introduce to my friends. Men like Roy. Bill Murray is a good example of this type of dad-crush, the original dad-crush. 
Perhaps the strangest of the dad-crushes are those that we share with our mothers. Han is in love with Daniel Day Lewis*, which forever grosses me out having accompanied my mum to in the name of the father - aged 7 or thereabouts - and sat through repeated viewings of the last of the mohicans (around the same time) on VHS. John Cusack is an embarassing one for me: I gagged at my mother's girlish infatuation with Martin Q Blank but later fell head over heels in love with Lloyd Dobler.
*I s'pose I kind of am too, watching that video, sigh
That photo at the top is of Bill Murray and is one of my favourite portraits ever
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
so charming
Look, its PACEY. He's being charming and is reading aloud from Dawson's Creek scripts at Pacey Con 2010.* He played "I Don't Wanna Wait" on a tiny CD player. He's even wearing a Pacey shirt. He handed out Dawson's Creek fan fiction he wrote himself to his fans. Can you imagine the joy I would have felt, had I wandered past? WHY ISN'T HE MY BOYFRIEND?
Pictures from ontd.
*apparently it was for a funny or die skit but I don't care, its still awesome and I bet it was all his idea, because he's PACEY.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
squinting into the sunset
Monday, June 28, 2010
the prettiest star

Saturday, June 12, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
an excerpt


Sunday, April 25, 2010
take me where real animals are playing


Wednesday, April 14, 2010
babes


Backyard Bill needs to stop it with all the hirsute babes. It makes me sad that there aren't any effortlessly stylish, bearded dudes with nice apartments in Auckland.*

Also, I think I love beards. Fascinating.
* I'm sure there are, but they're probably all hanging out with their girlfriends in secret grown up bars I don't know about.
Pictures from Backyard Bill (obviously).
An afterthought: on reflection, I don't think these guys are "effortlessly" stylish. Noone could wear outfits like these without effort. END.
Monday, April 5, 2010
and also I love this, big time


Its been a bit of a Han-heavy week, huh? But have you seen this blog? I enjoying looking at the odd personal-style-blog-by-pretty-french-girls-with-chloe-shoes-and-nice-hair but I love looking at Le Petit Echo Malade more...its probably about time that someone thought of this. They're totally cute boys too.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Yeah, I know, that's why I play the drums - it's me active compensatory factor.
In celebration, my favourite scene from the aforementioned film. I want this on DvD, dammit.
Monday, March 15, 2010
i'm just a lonely teenager





Don't you wish you were going steady with Dion?
Sunday, February 21, 2010
river kissed


This weekend we (along with some kereru and tui) watched dear friends become husband and wife under a canopy of native trees, danced to gypsy music under the stars, forded rivers and built dams, dipped baguettes in nutella and star gazed around a campfire. We all saw the same shooting star.
Pictures of the Rimutaka national park from NZ Tramper.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
In hindsight, it really was idyllic. There were issues and irritations, but now I appreciate the ease with which we all congregated and spent so much time together. It seems much more difficult these days.
Then we all up and left. There were plans to fulfil and ambitions to meet, so we left a city that we loved, but had begun to feel too small. Perhaps we spurred each other on; if they were leaving, well, then we had to leave too. For somewhere different, but equally exciting. It was a friend diaspora which scattered us across hemispheres.
We have survived - made new friends and found new places where we feel at home. But I suspect that the friends I found when I was on the cusp of joining the real world are the ones who have the strongest hold, and will be around for the longest.
Next week, a large chunk of us will meet again at a wedding in a forest. We're driving there together from Wellington and will spend the weekend celebrating, camping, "clambering, river damming and swimming". I can't wait.

Photographs of the Rimutaka forest from doc and from panoramio.comMonday, February 8, 2010
my body's a zombie for you
I have a new favourite band. Dead Man's Bones are Ryan Gosling and Zach Sheilds and a children's choir from Silverlake Conservatory of Music. Their songs are about fun things like zombies and ghosts and they just sound really good.
As well as the one above, you should listen to Lose Your Sole, My Body's a Zombie for You (best lyric ever right?) and also read this slightly out of date article, it will tell you a lot more about them than I have.
Also, thanks to the lovely friend who inadvertently introduced me to them (and more new favourites), through the playlist made for some other lovely friends' engagement!
(The picture's from the Pitchfork article), and oh, I can't wait to see Blue Valentine!
ice cream saves the day, once more
In celebration I present pictures of The Beatles drinking tea:



From bottom: pictures from here, here, here, here and here and here










