Archive for September, 2008

29/09/08

I don’t know if I should be disgusted by this pointless rehash of the worst of 80s cock rock, or simply mystified. After all, this ‘artwork’ passed through so many hands before it got to me. Songs were written, worked on, performed, recorded, mixed, produced, compiled into an album that was pressed, designed and publicised [...]

29/09/08

1. On the lecturer 2. With the lecturer 3. Computer Lab’s esp. on the computer 4. Lecture Theatre’s- esp. during Quan 111- everyone will watch you 5. Study rooms- esp. when they are booked out to someone else. Share on Facebook+1 on Google+Post to TumblrTweet this

29/09/08

Sarah Palin. Hey Sarah Palin! Put down your gun. I’m talking to you. I felt I should write a column about you, cos soon you may be one of the most powerful women in the world. A few people have asked me if I like you, referring me to my (somewhat foolish) comments earlier in [...]

29/09/08

A Brain, an Athlete, a Basket Case, a Princess and a Criminal are all in school for weekend detention. None of them know each other; none of them needs to. From how they all dress, they know everything they need to about what they are like as people. Everything relevant, conveyed purely by sight. Share [...]

29/09/08

Hailed as an icon of New Zealand theatre, Toa Fraser’s Bare celebrates its tenth anniversary with this Silo Theatre production at Downstage. Under the direction of Oliver Driver, Morgana O’Reilly and Curtis Vowell commit convincingly to fifteen characters, whom they impressively flip between. A highlight was certainly O’Reilly’s hilariously “profound” lecturer. Share on Facebook+1 on [...]

29/09/08

Truth be told, try as I might, I am not a film wanker. I do not delight in the harsh but oh so tragically beautiful minimalist portrayals of reality. That sentence sounds like it needs more appropriate adjectives so I’ll chuck edgy and raw in there as well. Share on Facebook+1 on Google+Post to TumblrTweet [...]

29/09/08

Phew! I am so relieved that fine weather we caught a glimpse of in the last few weeks is gone. The air was starting to smell like summer. Spring is a horrible season because it flirts with summer-like weather and gets everyone all excited before dashing people’s hopes and dreams and raining on their parades. [...]

29/09/08

There was a buzz pulsing around the arteries of our fair city in early August that the nondescript sports fan would in all likelihood have ignored. After all, the country’s news media barely blurbed about it, being a measly pre-season fixture in a sport that hangs on the rung below its more prominent ‘eggchasing’ cousins. [...]

29/09/08

One of the best aspects of being a beer writer – apart from the master key to every brewery in the country and being called a “hero” in a letter to the editor – is all the research. Share on Facebook+1 on Google+Post to TumblrTweet this