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Hold, enough!
All is supposed to be fair in love and war, I’ve heard, but I thought that was just a joke. Surely I wouldn’t be allowed to poison the people who actually managed to date the girls I was interested in when I was young enough to care; poisoning an entire football team would probably have…
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The antic disposition
I don’t know what it is about bats that unnerves me. I mean I suppose they’re cute and everything -or at least they would be if they sat in the trees in my garden and sang, or maybe visited flowers like butterflies in the afternoon. But I’ve never seen them engaged in everyday domestic chores…
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The Angry Bench
Some benches are more than places to rest, more than places with an impressive view; some seem to continually attract the same type of people. Perhaps some benches feel the mood of their occupants; perhaps some of them take on a sort of monochromal agency… I have to admit that my acquaintance with most park…
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The Colour of Questions
Do you remember being a teenager, and asking questions about reality: those late night discussions in the dorm at university, or the endless questions that kept throwing sparks around the campfire as you sat with your friends through the night by the lake in summer? Things like ‘What is the colour red?’ And, ‘How do…
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Time-travelling with my eyes closed
Okay, okay you’re right: I close my eyes a lot, especially when I don’t need them (sleep springs to mind). I think the practice started many years ago as a bet with my wife, though: she challenged me to sign up with her for a Transcendental Meditation (TM) seminar in Vancouver. TM was all the…
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Touring New Zealand on Airplane Mode
I sometimes have difficulty knowing whether describing the end of a journey should be classed as an epilogue, or a eulogy. Both signal an end of a sort: both are recapitulations, although of different significance, perhaps; and yet both are kind of schadenfreudish as well, don’t you think…? I mean we cannot repeat the past-…
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I am the Tumbleweed
I am the tumbleweed; I realized it I when I saw the lonely little thing blowing across the dawn sand in Gisborne. Its arms, for all the good they did, were extended like an inquisitive octopus feeling for its way; not lost, exactly, but indifferent about where it ended up. Anywhere is as good as…
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The Town I hate to love
Ever since my metaphoric disposal of a generic holiday town, I have to confess I have been beset with guilt. Did I succumb to the trap of judging without sufficient knowledge; judging without hearing the rebuttal; being trapped in a net of my own making? I suspect I may have been guilty of that not…
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The mind shows us what we want to see…
I don’t know why I come to Taupo. The lake is beautiful, I guess -it’s the largest freshwater lake in New Zealand, for those who measure these things- but I feel uneasy here. Lake Taupo is a caldera: a volcanic crater, in other words. It was apparently first formed from a massive eruption from the…
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Living with the Phoenix
There are two sides to boredom, I think: one is looking for new things to do -new challenges; the other is succumbing to indolence and, because it takes less effort, do something you’ve done a hundred times before, hoping that maybe -just maybe- something new will arise. It’s Phoenix-thinking: believing something exciting will emerge even…
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