Hello Ruminator readers
Our first letter to our slightly slutty barren spinster was a very topical one. One where our protagonist is clearly paying attention to the world around him and needs some old fashioned tips on dating.
Dear Ruminator Readers, I have long been a fan of this website. Lord Sutch is my favourite NZ political commentator.
There has been lots to see and do in Christchurch in the past week. Come indulge in some flânerie with me.
Thirteen years ago I (allegedly) stole my first piece of digital media – and I have been on the run ever since.
By a teacher who is getting old. I can see my own teachers shouting and rolling in their graves, how did she become a teacher?!
I’ve been doing this blog for about 18 months now, give or take. It’s been fun. There have been some wonderful contributions from a wide variety of authors. Choice.
So yesterday after repeated emails from my webhost I finally caved and upgraded our hosting plan because we exceeded our monthly cap by quite a bit
Disclosure: This is not a cooking review. It is also not about politics.
There are ways of saying goodbye to your home. Ours involved realising the garage was getting demolished too, and grabbing stuff out of it as quick as we could.
There are many different ways to honour the people who shape us. We present awards and bestow honours for remarkable achievements, adding letters at the end of names like “ONZ” or “QSM” or prefixing names with “Dame” or “Sir”.
My sister drove us to Auckland from Hastings, with a stop in Taupo for Burger Fuel, where we shared two burgers between us.
Last week Ali Ikram travelled to Oamaru to interview one of the country’s greatest living writers. Keri Hulme does not travel by plane to avoid lung infections.
It was freezing. It wasn’t one of those nice chilly I-just-went-to-the-snow-and-had-a-bundle-of-laughs-wearing-pompom-hats kind of freezings either; more like the kind of deathly freezing that burrows itself deep deep down into your soul and numbs you from the inside out
What you get today is things that amuse me. Because fuck you, it’s our birthday. I mean I love you all