Friday, 28 September 2007

This just in




I really hate The White Stripes.

In other news, does anyone know when the Melbourne Cup will be held this year?

I'm keen to indulge in some Australian taxpayer-funded hospitality this year. It's become quite the annual tradition.

Thursday, 27 September 2007

Midnight Juggernauts finally make it to New Zealand

... even if only to conquer our TV screens. Watch This Space just screened the video for their song Into The Galaxy.

Colour me quite giddy.

Colour my floating to the edge of the world.

Colour me floating to the edge of the sea.

Colour me floating off the edge of the ocean.

Colour me hurled into the galaxy.

Colour me crayola!



Fuck I'd love to see these guys live.

Could I be more underwhelmed?




This coming Monday marks the 30th anniversary of World Vegetarian Day.

Ugh!

There will be food and lifestyle festivals in Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch this weekend.

Ugh!

I really don't know why this is bothering me as much as it is.

In the parlance of every bigot-in-denial, some of my best friends are vegetarian.

I even quite enjoy some vegetarian dishes.

I'm sure many of them are really nice people.

I guess I just don't like being made to feel guilty for indulging.

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Air, hell air




Last night was quite a good night by all accounts.

There was much bingeing of whitebait fritters, pan-seared scallops and roast duck parcels (it's what all the cool kids gorge on).

There was much indulging of pinot gris and sauvignon blanc (it's what all the cool kids drink).

There was consequentially unwise behaviour behind the wheel (it's what all the cool kids do).

There was unexpectedly addictive Halo 3-ing at Jangles (it's where all the cool kids hang out).

There was further shenaniganning (it's the cool kids' after party favourite).

It's just a shame about the aftermath this morning.



Does anyone know why I have a bruise on my calf?

It kinda looks like the pic above but on my calf (the angle is too weird to take a pxt myself and I'm not going to ask someone else to take a pxt for me).

Monday, 24 September 2007

TVOne is just killing it tonight




I'm sorry but the Stephen Fry doco on manic depression is just enthralling.

Rick Stein was just on to talk about his fears of inheriting manic depression from his father and the fear that he may have passed it on to his own children.

And that was just one of many fascinating aspects that this documentary has covered.

I'd argue that this was more helpful than the mental health awareness ads that have been screening the last few years.

It should be common knowledge that the black dog stalks me every now and again but if it isn't, well the black dog does stalk me every now and again.


UPDATE : For the record, my weekend was really rather good. I'd just rather not get into the particulars.

Sunday, 23 September 2007

I just love Artsville, don't you?




Colour me captivated by a piece on Artsville right now about public art in New Zealand. It isn't so much a leaden exposition on the merits of investing in culture in public spaces, as it is a matter-of-fact exploration of how different pieces of public art have come to be.

I wonder if TV One have seen fit to release this show on DVD.

The weekend that was

It is late Sunday afternoon, the birds are chirping outside, families can be heard beyond the cherry blossom on the driveway while others regale us with the events of their own weekends.

To be honest I'm barely conscious right now, but beneath the haze I at least know that the events of my own weekend shall go unreported (at least on here).

Suffice to say the spirit of envy visited me last night with good friends having a great time without me. Fuck I really wish I was there. The txts, the pxts and the video footage was fantastic but it just wasn't the same as being there.

*sighs wistfully*

*stumbles through the devastation of empty wine and gin bottles strewn across the floor*

*wonders who that is still lying on the floor*

Thursday, 20 September 2007

Welcome baaaaaaaack




If I was in town, I'd be so into this. But I won't, so you should go instead.

Do it for me.

Do it for Joel.

Just keep your hands above the waist. Unless you're hot, in which case I'm not sure he'd mind being groped.

I killed a man... with this thumb




I loved The Iron Giant and quite enjoyed The Incredibles, so it was with some anxiety that I saw Brad Bird's latest effort Ratatouille.

Sure it was more kidsy than The Iron Giant or The Incredibles but it was good.

Peter O'Toole was very well cast as funereal food critic Anton Ego. The other voice actors were fairly non-descript, and that was a nice touch. All too often animated films rely on star power and you end up distracted by the voice to ever get into the character.

The trailer made this rat-cooks-up-a-storm film look a bit hokey and in the words of a brother from another mother "it looks rubbish".

Thankfully it was anything but rubbish.

An ordinary man... An extraordinary journey




STAGE ONE (get ticket to the show) was concluded a few weeks back.

As of 28 minutes ago, STAGE TWO (book flights) and STAGE THREE (sort out leave from work) have been completed.

All that is left now is progress on STAGE FOUR (saving spending money) to ensure STAGE FIVE (enjoy the best night ever) is successful.

I think I'm going to faint from the anticipation.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to see Daft Punk in December!

Fuck it feels good to be able to say that.

Sunday, 16 September 2007

Heaven is...




... a kilo of wagyu beef steaks you find in your parent's freezer while they're out of the country.

Check out the marbling on those bad boys.

I really don't think I can ever go back to normal beef.

Saturday, 15 September 2007

Come get some!




Issue 2 of FLURO comes out on Monday. It's a limited print run so chase it down wherever you can.

That's because all the cool kids read FLURO.

In Wellington that means ALC HQ, Artikel, Dandylion, Eyeball Kicks, Ernesto, Epic, Fusion Surf and Skate, Fidels, Good as Gold, Hurricane Jeans, Iko Iko, Illicit, Little Brother, Madame Fancy Pants, Miss Wong, Milk Crate, Mighty Mighty, Modern Love, Plum, Rex Royale, Ruby, Ricochet, Ultra Shoes, and Ziggurat.

I wonder if Good as Gold has the new issue of Vice.

Come get some!

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor

I stole this from him, who stole it from her.

What follows are career suggestions for yours truly according to the Careers Matchmaker on Careers Cruising.


1. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator (a once-avid collector and appreciator but not so much anymore)
2. Desktop Publisher (well sort of)
3. Fashion Designer
4. Communications Specialist (I just want a hot cellphone)
5. Print Journalist
6. Graphic Designer (*sighs wistfully*)
7. Artist (yeah, not really me)
8. Economic Development Officer (well sort of)
9. Writer
10. Telephone Operator (ah, no)
11. Medical Illustrator (fuck knows where this came from)
12. Market Research Analyst (well sort of)
13. Economist (ah, no)
14. Translator (I don't have the patience to get into a career like this)
15. Critic (ha! it's a calling)
16. Craftsperson
17. Potter (maybe when I'm middle-aged and wanting to reclaim my youth)
18. Public Policy Analyst (what I do now)
19. Activist (well sort of)
20. Public Relations Specialist (well sort of)
21. Political Aide (I've done more of this than I care to mention)
22. Computer Animator (maybe if I was more of a geek)
23. Venture Capitalist (my Dad couldn't be more proud if I was this)
24. Animator
25. Industrial-Organizational Psychologist (fuck knows where this came from)
26. Sign Maker
27. Jeweler
28. Furniture Finisher (I'm not middle-aged)
29. Picture Framer
30. Upholsterer
31. Bicycle Mechanic (I don't know that I've ridden a bike since my age hit double digits)
32. Musical Instrument Builder and Repairer
33. Psychologist (the desire for this career path didn't last long)
34. Sport Psychology Consultant
35. Website Designer
36. Lobbyist (quite like #18 but a more accurate description of what I do now)
37. Industrial Designer
38. Stylist (if only I had style! *sigh*)
39. Art Director
40. Interior Designer (this would be cool but I lack the style and imagination to succeed in a career like this)




To do this yourself, just...

1. Go to Career Cruising, www.careercruising.com
2. Put in Username: nycareers and Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the results
5. Put the careers you have seriously considered in italics, and the careers in which you have worked/do work in bold.

Friday, 14 September 2007

Get the guns out, get the guns out




Perez Hilton isn't a particularly attractive or entertaining gossip queen but I was stopped in my tracks when he posted this item on Kate Moss and her new beau.

Kate excites me about as little as Perez, but her new beau is a different kettle of fish. It seems the former arm candy for Pete Doherty has found a new home on the arm of Jamie Hince aka Hotel from The Kills.

We love The Kills here on SFTWM.

I only hope Kate doesn't pull a Yoko.

I'd like to go and ...pick some of those...WILD!... strawberries




This cropped up on my trusty google reader earlier today and I haven't yet managed to tear myself away from leaving the post open on the laptop.

Why?

PNAU have released for our aurgasmic enjoyment, the first track of their forthcoming third album. Ladies and gentlemen, the song is Wild Strawberries and it thumps like a bitch.

All I can really say at this stage is amen for PNAU's triumphal return to form.

I'm sorry but I just can't stop listening to this song.

I'll do a more considered post for JetPilot, so in the meantime head to their myspace or the always consistent Who The Bloody Hell Are They?.

UPDATE : and here it is.



PS: I don't know about you but the convenience of google reader constantly trawling an obscene number of blogs and websites seems to have taken away the enjoyment I once had from rooting out online treasures.

I don't normally like driving games.

No matter how stunning the graphics, staring at a screen doesn't give me enough of a sense of perspective to ever really be able to judge how fast I'm going or how exactly my car is positioned for corners and bends and stuff. Long story short, I really suck at driving games.

No, I'm more into stalking computer-generated characters in computer-generated environments and taking them out with computer-generated headshots.

Well, this has me almost convinced to give them another go.

I am such a slave to song choice.


I... am... Iron... Man...




Robert Downey Jnr always struck me as an odd choice for Iron Man's secret identity Tony Stark but after seeing him in the official trailer the choice seems quite inspired.

The first-gen Iron Man suit looks pretty good but I put that down to it being an actual suit rather than some CGI creation (CGI has become quite over-used in live action films - Transformers anyone?).

Above all though, I'm loving that Curve's Hell Above Water is still in use after almost three years after they called it quits.

Shame about that distorted "I am Iron Man". It's quite tacky and left me half expecting the voice to finish with "Exterminate! Exterminate!".


Sunday, 9 September 2007

For fuck's sake!

Enough with all the 9/11 documentaries about how terrorists flying planes into two office towers changed the world. I really don't care anymore. I don't care about the survival stories of people who crawled their way out of the towers before they collapsed. I don't care about the media speculation about the infamous falling man.

All this posthumous pontificating has forced me to seek solace in the rugby world cup footage on TV3. Rugby. Fucking rugby. My beloved Canada is taking on Wales. The Welsh look like they've run their gear through a few too many cycles in the washing machine, while one of the Canadians looks like he's been growing a mighty mullet especially or the occasion.

One thing I did pick up from the coverage is how strongly both teams were singing their respective national anthems. How come the All Blacks never really seem to make an effort? Do they save it all for the now-ubiquitous haka or is it merely a reflection of our national penchant for understatement?

Thursday, 6 September 2007

Huh...




Apple have announced their new iteration of the iPod, the iPod touch, and I'm quite honestly underwhelmed.

The iPod (now known as "iPod classic") always looked sleek, looked functional and looked well designed. That said, the new iPod touch looks cluttered, looks confused and looks easily damaged (a la the early iPod nano).

The iPod touch also comes with stuff all capacity (your choice of 8Gb or 16Gb) for music. Mind you, who has time for music what with all the youtube videos and wi-fi browsing you'll be doing on your new iPod touch.

If my beautiful black iPod were to crash tomorrow, I'd be angling for the 160Gb one of these instead.

After all someone better than me once said, iPod is still where it's at.

Not once but twice the loving




A quirk of scheduling and the honouring of family obligations will see me in Gisborne not once but twice in as many weeks.

I was originally meant to fly up the weekend after next for an AGM that has since been moved back to the end of the month. In wanting to save around $150-200, I went with non-transferable flights. Hand me something to wipe the egg off my face because the irony is I will have spent a lot more than that for the two sets flights.

Putting things in context, I will have spent enough to get me to Melbourne and back with enough left over to push the dutyfree limits on both legs of the journey.

Putting things in perspective, I don't begrudge the flights to Gisborne. Far from it. Family is important and I have commitments to honour. It's also been forever since I last saw my South Pacific Floral Wonder.

I wonder if she even remembers what I look like.

Stage One : COMPLETE




Hi fives all round people because yesterday was a brilliant day, and it was brilliant for three very special reasons...

1. Cut Copy have been added to the roster for Daft Punk's Melbourne show.

2. I have a pre-sales ticket for Daft Punk's Melbourne show.

3. I had not one but two very good friends offer to get me that ticket as they were going about getting theirs.

Oh yes, there will be very good times with some very good people.

I just need to sort out flights to Melbourne and leave from work, but before I do there's something I'd really like to say...

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm seeing Daft Punk.

It seems unfortunate then that another good friend should find himself in my adopted other 'home' only to miss out on seeing someone he'd REALLY like to see.