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It's the end of the week and we've spent it walking and walking and walking. Everything is so close that catching a vaporetto (water taxi) is unnecessary. Although we do have tired paws at the end if the day. Rather than a post every day, here's a round up! Day one saw us just wandering about and down to the main square (San Marco) to get our bearings.  San Marco, Venice (with ubiquitous

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Up and at 'em at the genteel hour of about 9am — we both had fantastic sleeps and are completely stumped at where to start. This is partly due to the lack of coffee and minimal food yesterday, as sleep was a priority. We leave the apartment and head in the direction of the closest main street, where we slam back a coffee and something ridiculously sweet. They do have a mighty sweet tooth, these

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A 13 hour flight that really doesn't rate describing other than mentioning that Air New Zealand are MUCH better than Swiss Air, so there. We went through European customs when we transferred at Zurich (a handy thing to do when your connecting flight leaves in 45 mins), so we got off the Fokker 100, leaving the less than chipper flight crew behind, and straight into lingua italia! Va bene!

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Up and at em in a leisurely way this morning. Coffee found and then off to the ferry terminal to go across to Kowloon. A whole different area, Kowloon. More hawkers and people wanting us to get tailored suits. Grand hotels like the Peninsula and the Langham and much wider, semi-calmer streets.  Back on the Big Bus and we're off up Nathan Road. More branding assaults and the protected Banyan

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After much sleep in the most fantastic hard, clean bed we nosed out of the hotel for breakfast. Coffee and a pain au raisin later and we were ready to face the world. With four rubbish Harris Knees between us (one post-Winter trauma) we elected to do a Big Bus Tour for the day and made our way to a pickup point at the Man Mo Temple.  Wandering around the temple was fascinating as it is the

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So apart from a couple of nana naps on the plane and in the hotel, I've been awake for about 40 hours, now. Still thinking coherently, but short-attention span stuff. Anne and I arrived about 6am local time and managed to find the hotel, Mingle on the Wing, without drama. Go us! The were several options to get us to the district we're staying in, we took the local public bus (with requisite

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Browser Search Box History dizzy gillespie "swirly swirly conditions indeed" size 6x8 weatherboard cladding giant's garden akaroa buy live chickens install wordpress to server take note mairangi bay indesign arial.otf missing the robust skink ground up wanaka transmit connect idle

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I'm on dinner tonight (it's my turn ;-) and have been perusing recipes (bloody vegos) and looking for things to do with pumpkin as I happen to have one about my person. I turned the page (I know, a physical book, an object even) to an innocent recipe for Pumpkin Soup. No fancy add-ons or sun-dusted, wind blown, one-legged-pygmy-harvested saffron required, just pumpkin and soup stuff. What this

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On the street off mine, there used to be a fushnchup shop, a dairy and a butcher. Supermarket strategies and population put paid to that over the years and it's probably a Good Thing (tm) that there isn't a shark'n'tatie shop too close to where I live. However, I have occasionally lamented that the closest dairy is a 45 minute (return) walk away, which isn't what a gal needs when all a gal

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Before I go on - thanks to y'all for sticking with this experiment! It's been real ;-) And well my favourite song is a tricky beast. But the following is right up there. It's by Paul Kelly from the album Post, and I fell in love with it on a train between Wellington and Auckland when I was about 18. He even sang it, upon my request, despite 'not usually doing requests' at a gig in London. I

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Ohhh I've learned many things - how to calculate the new GST in FMPro; that there's a difference between "cold seat parachutes" and "ejector seat parachutes"; that apparently it's not as de rigueur to comment on the end of blog posts these days - responses are more likely to show up on the places linking to this blog (Twitter, Facebook etc); that baking powder separates - and you should shake it

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This is me some time last year.....   And this is me a couple of weeks ago:  Physically, not a hayload of difference. Hair is longer with more grey in it. But that's about it.  However, let me tell something to ju! My lifestyle has changed somewhat.  I started freelancing in the middle of last year, and that's a big change from a 40 hour week at one venue with one other person, fer sher. And

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Ah well, as I said at the beginning, I'm doing this in the hope it will get me into the habit of writing again. The handy thing about this meme format is that there are topics to write to (despite what I may think of the topic choices). And that is a useful kickstart, or breadcrumb, for me to follow. Much as I enjoy blathering on, I stopped blogging ages ago due to concern that all I was doing

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Well that's obvious. Clearly, they're all geniuses because they like me! xx

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Crikey. The usual suspects: wallet, phone, sunglasses, box of mints, painkillers, emery board. But since my sojourn into being a Freelance Moneypenny, you'll also find a laptop cord (cos the battery's jiggered), laptop a couple of times a week, builder's tape measure, a set of small screwdrivers, a Swiss army knife, and a spare Avgas card in case The Pilot loses his (cos I'm sooooo likely to be

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I care not a jot for your warnings of stroke, cardiovascular disease, hypertension, left ventricular hypertrophy,  hypernatremia, renal disease, edema duodenal ulcers,  gastric ulcers, heartburn osteoporosis, gastric cancer and death...

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No idea. Everthing I think of I then think of several people with the same quality or ability or whatever - that's more than likely one of the reasons we're friends (or not!). So, buggered if I know. Anyone? Bueller? ETA: I've thought of something - I have a pewter doorstop that looks like this: I bet you don't! ....

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My friend Anne left a pot of budding cornflowers at my door a few days after Heather died. It was a thoughtful, simple, lovely thing to do. That in itself made be happy as they were in bud and flowered over the next few weeks.  But also cornflowers are one of my favourite flowers. And she knew that. and in my geeky way I photographed their progression... ;-)

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Dear lord, who thought these questions up - or am I only meant to have embarked on this exercise if I was a teenager? Like many, when I was a teenager and then in my early 20s, I figured I'd probably have the picket fence, the chap, the chitlins and the whole shooting box by now, as per the 'social norm' and also the prep put in from hours of reading historical fiction romances (don't let your

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In order of appearance (that I remember) and most of them are pretty blimmin' obvious as to why... ~ Old Nick   (cos my name was originally Nicola Jane, it's also why it didn't remain so - Mum took against the 'nick'name :-)  ~ Jinny   (Mum's one)  ~ Jane H   (one of my sisters calls me this)  ~ Jane Nicola   (one of my brothers calls me this)  ~ Smurfette    ~ Ewok  ~ Harris  ~ Sprog   (gotta

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This sort of thing bugs me - I mean, I want the usual: house, enough funds to live the way I'd like to become accustomed, good friends,  and I already have the good friends ;-) I was once at a job interview and was asked "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" I said, "In a villa in Tuscany, where do you see YOUR self?" Got the job - heh

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I reckon I'd like to swap with Dorothy Parker. Though only for a day -  her life was less than fun by the sounds of it ;-)  I'd enjoy, and make much use of, her razor sharp brain and think up things like: That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.  All I need is room enough to lay a hat and a few

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I live at the edge of the universe, like everybody else — Bill Manhire

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A little bit country a little bit rock n roll.... Pomplamoose - Nature Boy Missy Elliot - I Can't Stand the Rain David Bowie - Under Pressure Jeff Lang - Prepare Me Well Jolie Holland - Old Fashioned Morphine White Stripes - One More Cup of Coffee Lyle Lovett - (That's Right) You're Not From Texas Warren Zevon - My Shits Fucked Up Rhian Sheehan - Standing in Silence Part 3 (Niva's Tune) Ian

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Da Family Mark, me, Cathie, Anne, Mum, Jen, Marie and Phil If my friends are my touchstones, then these people are my rocks. These guys are not only my family but we are lucky enough to actually like each other. Apparently, this is a rare thing. The glaring gap in this photo is Dad, so here he is: Just after this photo was taken, Dad fell asleep and his arm gradually closed in around my neck

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@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Arial"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Nup. Not gonna. Going to let The Broken Heartbreakers do it for me. Calling

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Cos I kinda grew out of Livejournal and this one started as an anonymous project, but that's basically like pissing in the wind (not even, au). Blogger itself? It's connected to gmail and I'm so in the cloud baby.

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So the last post about friends I had people I've know nigh on 30 years. This post has people I've known about nearly 20 years or thereabouts. Elizabeth and me and E's fabulous nails which should have a photo of their own. Elizabeth and I bonded swiftly over port, a dark sense of humour and several other things which shall remain off record. Did I mention port? We got quite a rep for

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Bloody Nora, this took a LONG TIME! Happy/Singalong The Drop Tom Waits - the right song always cracks me up Rosy Tin Teacaddy Dave Matthews Kirsty MacColl Broken Heartbreakers Jethro Tull (heh) kd Lang (old stuff) Lyle Lovett Seems NZ music is happy music for me ;-) Sad - Lamentation Music as my sister calls it Kirsty MacColl Luka Bloom Gillian Welch Joan Armatrading kd Lang McGarrigle

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I alluded to this a few days ago on twitter and fb (not having checked what posts would be coming up). I have to source a consultant for one of my clients and the spec involved rang bells regarding someone I knew about 20 years ago (plus). So I rang her, and she's still doing relevant work and we've arranged a meeting etc. This, in itself, is no great thing. What I'm proud about is that the 20-

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Goals schmoals - unless I buy tickets (plane-like), most goals have movable posts.  One I'd like to achieve by the end of the month, though, is the Cave Clearout. This is an endless exercise much like the story of Stone Soup*, but I've made a few changes already and, bit by bit, I'm getting it done.  Call it spring cleaning, call it junk eradicating, or what you will but the STUFF that is in my

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Being the sponge that I am, MANY people have had impact on my life, and deciding who has had the biggest would take me to next Tuesday, so I won't (oooooOOOooo such a rebel). However, here is someone who has definitely had an impact on my life and also, I already had the piece of writing from a thing I did a few years ago... cunning, eh. Because of you I…. (or An historical document of

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I suspect I'm not the only one who's picked him  - but my hero Yoda is. Calm, wise, patient (and short “Size matters not ... look at me. Judge me by size, do you? Hmmm?") yet also mischievous and no-one sees it coming when he unleashes eight kinds of Jedi hell on the bad guy ;-) And also for this quote: Do or do not.... there is no try. And this: Impatient you are. And this: Help you I

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Southfork Cabin, Yukon, Canada I've been to this cabin twice. Once, over 15 years ago when I lived in the Yukon for 6 months, and again about 4 years ago. It's in the middle of Fucknowhere Yukon and I've been there at -35 degrees.  Love it. Northern Exposure and Men in Trees aint got nuthin on the real thing. Not long after the original visit I wrote this (some of you will have seen it before)

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Crikey, where do I begin. There are the obvious ones: dishes (not doing 'em),  the odd drink (it's not that  we're drinking, it's how...) etc etc But one that bugs me is that on one hand I can be/come across as confident, sure of myself and occasionally er, slightly arrogant (coughfamilytraitcough) and on the other I have no fecking clue, make dumb choices, need direction and probably approval.

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These are my oldest friends, lovely people that they are.  I've known Meredith (next to me) since we were seven, Kathryn and Naomi since we were 10 and Mary-Clare since we were 13. This photo is from M-C's wedding many moons ago, and, cunningly, we're all standing together. Kathryn (far left) and I still/are back living in Wellington, Mary-Clare (bride-du-jour) is in Australia and Naomi and

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Real Time - Well to tell you that I'd have to kill you. It's an inside joke with a very good friend and the story aint for telling ;-). The subtitle is an even older joke with the same friend and I aint telling that one either!So - there you go - terribly edumacational and interesting for you all, I'm sure!

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1. I'm 5 foot 1 (in the morning - best time to measure yourself)2. I have four sisters and two brothers.3. I'm the baby (gotta love me)4. I live by myself5. I have a king-size bed (heh)6. I'm bookish7. And geekish8. And photographish9. And musicish10. I have a particularly dark sense of humour11. And a fierce sense of justice12. And innate logic13. I can usually see all sides of the

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So EVERYONE is doing this meme - I can be a lemming (given I'm related to one) - and hey, it might even surprise me into writing again... So here's the list... Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself Day 02- The meaning behind your Blog name Day 03- A picture of you and your friends Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’

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Hmmmm so April eh? Well a few things have gone on since I last wrote on here. It was the end of April I found out there wasn't a full-time job for me at the bookshop anymore. I had two months' notice, which was excellent and gave me time to freak out, get drunk, assimilate the information, and start a spreadsheet called Job Creation Scheme. I think that took about 12 hours. One of my mantras is

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This film came out in 1990 - I saw it at the theatre, so I was 19. I watched it for the second time tonight. What I had remembered from the first watching was the colour changes, the darkness, the food displays and that it was gross yet compelling. Watching it again makes me think I blocked out the details or hid behind my hands the first time. The main thing that strikes me is I now know who the

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Recently, a couple of people have asked me about the music I like and how I got there. It's a long and winding road with common influences from older brothers and sisters, workplaces, ads on tv (for Glassons ffs), live gigs, soundtracks, surprise backgrounds, RSS feeds - much of it accidental and all of it eclectic. Some of it has been background music in my life and some I've paid particular

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Loving this

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I don't know what my voice on this nudger is yet - so scuse me while I try different voices/murmurs/hats - of course, black's out... (I'm picking he wasn't referring to Teh Ebil Interweb SEOs...)An interesting journey today, despite recovery from several glasses of syrah (not shiraz) and the odd cab-merlot last night, I spent a lot of my waking hours watching a movie that had been part of a

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...could be pretty dire, but lovely things keep happening. A gorgeous lunch was delivered to my desk — a freshly caught (by the chef) fish dish — I have a stack of boxes ready to go out, which is always satisfying — and the Maori Immersion school next door are having an outdoor concert - so lovely singing is coming through the window...

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A while back I was given a bath berocca as part of a gift. Grand. A little pampering can do a girl good. Today I thought I'd have a luxurious bath, being Sunday afternoon 'n all... I filled the bath, got in, dropped the ball in the water to let it do its thing. It's only then I find it was filled with what turned out to be lavender seed-heads. A problem, you ask? Well, the lavender seeds

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And this...love the rendering of his hands.

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Loving this:Web 2.0

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