8.6.04
The Sounds of the sounds
Just had a great time in the Sounds with m'old mate Ben and Steph. Took some wonderful photos. Caught some fish (a first!) including a red one with eyes as big as jolly rogers. Dolphins. Seals. Sunsets. Reflections. Boats. Kids fishing. Laughing.Sharks. But you'll have to take my word for it all; no photos of any of it. Don't ask me why. I just don't want to talk about it.
1.6.04
The Mt Isobel Challenge.
The challenge started with getting up in the 5's... Not the best time of day believe me, but the cosiness of bed was soon forgotten as I stood 4 hours later at the change-over, waiting for Tony to complete his mountain run, the howling wind, colder than a mouthful of minties blowing through my brain. The weather meant that the runners only did the short course, which, if you ask me, was still maddness: 1000m ascent in 8kms. Who are you kidding. I was fairly happy that gravity and I would be holding hands, like the best of friends, as I whizzed downhill. After all, hadn't just driven halfway up Mt Isobel, and wasn't the finish line at the foot of the mountain? Perhaps I should've had a better look at a map...
Tony appeared through the mist and I took off down the gravel road, but by then the head-wind was so strong that had I stopped peddling like man posessed I'd've stopped. You only had to open your mouth for you lungs to be crammed full of the icy mountain air. After half an hour or so the wind dropped and so did the downhill. Replaced by a granny-wheel grind upwards, replaced by a casual push. I was pretty much at the back of the field where the atmosphere was very laid-back. Chatting to the others about how amazing the views were. Before I knew it I was back on the top of a hill pointing the red devil downwards, bouncing off rocks, heather whipping at my shins, eyeballs rattling in my skull, grinning from muddy ear to muddy ear. A warp speed downhill, second to none that had to be repeated one day. My rather shaky overtaking manuevers were compromised by a flattie, but it didn't really matter as it was more of just a ride with a bunch of mates than truly competitive. Home in one piece, after a dip in those hot pools and on to another week. Thinking about the next one....
Tony appeared through the mist and I took off down the gravel road, but by then the head-wind was so strong that had I stopped peddling like man posessed I'd've stopped. You only had to open your mouth for you lungs to be crammed full of the icy mountain air. After half an hour or so the wind dropped and so did the downhill. Replaced by a granny-wheel grind upwards, replaced by a casual push. I was pretty much at the back of the field where the atmosphere was very laid-back. Chatting to the others about how amazing the views were. Before I knew it I was back on the top of a hill pointing the red devil downwards, bouncing off rocks, heather whipping at my shins, eyeballs rattling in my skull, grinning from muddy ear to muddy ear. A warp speed downhill, second to none that had to be repeated one day. My rather shaky overtaking manuevers were compromised by a flattie, but it didn't really matter as it was more of just a ride with a bunch of mates than truly competitive. Home in one piece, after a dip in those hot pools and on to another week. Thinking about the next one....
26.5.04
25.5.04
Madness
You could get locked away for talking to yourself this much... so why is this any different?
17.5.04
Out of the Blue website
I thought I'd let you be the first to try out the new Out of the Blue website I have just finished (nearly... you don't need to tell me the email link doesn't work!) F&*@g Xtra! HERE
Bed time for me, and I think I have just earned a sleep-in.
Bed time for me, and I think I have just earned a sleep-in.
10.5.04
Ultimate Frisbee
Excuse the pun, but I had an ultimate weekend. The Nationals of the Ultimate Frisbee were in town on the weekend. Australia won. Go figure. Anyway, managed to catch up with an old mate from Nelson. G'day Mr B! I hope I get the chance to play myself. A very cool sport indeed.
10/10 on the surfing front too. My arms feel like they have been trampled on by a herd of squirrels carrying anvils (you just never know... it could happen), but no complaints at all.
If you haven't heard of Lindon Puffin, one day you will. A very talented musician indeed. He played at the Dux and i have to say it was one of the most entertaining nights in a very long while. He'd made a doco of his recent tour around NZ (109 gigs or there abouts) and was showing it off, narrating over the top, playing the songs live and Ttrillion did a live soundtrack. Multi sensation explosion. Mestar played earlier in the week, another band that I would recommend to anyone, mind you I am a sucker for any songs about turtles... And there you go.
10/10 on the surfing front too. My arms feel like they have been trampled on by a herd of squirrels carrying anvils (you just never know... it could happen), but no complaints at all.
If you haven't heard of Lindon Puffin, one day you will. A very talented musician indeed. He played at the Dux and i have to say it was one of the most entertaining nights in a very long while. He'd made a doco of his recent tour around NZ (109 gigs or there abouts) and was showing it off, narrating over the top, playing the songs live and Ttrillion did a live soundtrack. Multi sensation explosion. Mestar played earlier in the week, another band that I would recommend to anyone, mind you I am a sucker for any songs about turtles... And there you go.
3.5.04
recent work
Have a squizz at soome of my recent work if you like (here). I have just updated it with a few new-ish pieces. Not much mind you... I can't think what I have been doing all this time. Seem to be pretty buisy though.
26.4.04
Semi Permenant
While I neglected to say much about my mad weeknd in Timaru a fortnight ago I felt I just had to say that last weekend up in Auckland at the Semi Permanent design conference blew me away (www.semipermanent.com). I have been vomiting ideas continually for 48 hours, and have hardly slept...
Chch is indeed a tiny speck in the world, and even more so in the world of international design. It failed to even get a mention, the whole weekend, but all this is going to change, believe me. My first appearance in ProDesign Magazine was thwarted when they printed the wrong bloody picture in place of my work, something I would rather not have known. It just made everyone look stupid.
Chch is indeed a tiny speck in the world, and even more so in the world of international design. It failed to even get a mention, the whole weekend, but all this is going to change, believe me. My first appearance in ProDesign Magazine was thwarted when they printed the wrong bloody picture in place of my work, something I would rather not have known. It just made everyone look stupid.
13.4.04
Nina Valley
The West Coast wasn't going to play nice over the Easter weekend. Our plan to tramp to Frew Hut and Cedar Flats was thwarted by a strong suspicion of approaching wind and snow, leading us on a 450km loop to Lewis Pass and up the Nina Valley instead.
We left in glorious sunshine loaded with life support for 4 days in the bush. Somehow I managed to grab a whole heap of lead weights before leaving home which I sneakily hid in my pack and then forgot about...
The forest was just amazing. There had been some fresh snow the day before, which, under the bright sunshine, was rapidly melting, making the forest look like someone had left the tap running in the distance; tree roots creating mini waterfalls, and mossy logs little cascades. Tricksy mud pools lay in wait for the unsuspecting feet, hungry to suck your boots clean off. On one occasion, convinced that even with the weight of a small African nation on my back I could balance my way over a log and onto dry land, I succumbed to the arboreal embryonic fluid, plunging my arm right in. I was very surprised to feel an unexpected warmth deep in the slime, but decided not to investigate any further.
Nina Hut welcomed us in out of the cold after just over 4 hours, the light beginning to fade. It was the first time in ages I had walked some distance since that infamous knee "incident" and I was ready for a rest. The hut was quite full leaving 4 of us to find a small corner to call home and wait to see what the morning would bring.
More of the same. Clouds, dampness and an altogether grayness that would lead many to stay in bed. But on we went, on to Devilskin Pass, a pass that was far from devilish: a wide open pass with knee deep snow, long view of forest below and rocky mountain tops above. The odd bit of Speargrass did it best to cause discomfort but was soon forgotten as we slipped and slided down the hill.
Day two, to Doubtfull Hut was considerably longer, and by the end of it I was flagging behind. That, and the weather refusing to improve, meant that the sight of the Hut on the other side of the river was a most welcome view, when, drenched from top to bottom, we dripped our way inside. Our house mates for the night were a pair of hunters that were as different as two men can be. But that is to be expected I guess... afterall, what madness drives one into the bush on such a weekend anyway...
Conditions improved considerably when Adrian took control of the fire starting and before you could dial 999 (that's 111 to you Kiwis) a roaring fire began to that us out. after feeding ourselves, a few minor modifications to the hut to stop the leaks, and a weather check on the radio that I had lugged some of the way in it was time to wrap up in all my clothes and wait for daybreak.
Day 3 was no better. we split in two groups: the cripples and the keen. Tony and I were in the former, heading back to civilisation some 5 hours away, leaving Adrian, Steve and Ed to wander up the slope, through the snow showers and wind to Lake Mann.
With my new found river crossing skills (cheers Tony) we made it back to the relative comfort of the road, waited for the others before scooting our way to Maruia, and swapping the cold rain drops for hot sulpher pools, the smell of which has only just started to leave my flesh.
Not quite the weekend that was planned, but a fine one nonetheless.
We left in glorious sunshine loaded with life support for 4 days in the bush. Somehow I managed to grab a whole heap of lead weights before leaving home which I sneakily hid in my pack and then forgot about...
The forest was just amazing. There had been some fresh snow the day before, which, under the bright sunshine, was rapidly melting, making the forest look like someone had left the tap running in the distance; tree roots creating mini waterfalls, and mossy logs little cascades. Tricksy mud pools lay in wait for the unsuspecting feet, hungry to suck your boots clean off. On one occasion, convinced that even with the weight of a small African nation on my back I could balance my way over a log and onto dry land, I succumbed to the arboreal embryonic fluid, plunging my arm right in. I was very surprised to feel an unexpected warmth deep in the slime, but decided not to investigate any further.
Nina Hut welcomed us in out of the cold after just over 4 hours, the light beginning to fade. It was the first time in ages I had walked some distance since that infamous knee "incident" and I was ready for a rest. The hut was quite full leaving 4 of us to find a small corner to call home and wait to see what the morning would bring.
More of the same. Clouds, dampness and an altogether grayness that would lead many to stay in bed. But on we went, on to Devilskin Pass, a pass that was far from devilish: a wide open pass with knee deep snow, long view of forest below and rocky mountain tops above. The odd bit of Speargrass did it best to cause discomfort but was soon forgotten as we slipped and slided down the hill.
Day two, to Doubtfull Hut was considerably longer, and by the end of it I was flagging behind. That, and the weather refusing to improve, meant that the sight of the Hut on the other side of the river was a most welcome view, when, drenched from top to bottom, we dripped our way inside. Our house mates for the night were a pair of hunters that were as different as two men can be. But that is to be expected I guess... afterall, what madness drives one into the bush on such a weekend anyway...
Conditions improved considerably when Adrian took control of the fire starting and before you could dial 999 (that's 111 to you Kiwis) a roaring fire began to that us out. after feeding ourselves, a few minor modifications to the hut to stop the leaks, and a weather check on the radio that I had lugged some of the way in it was time to wrap up in all my clothes and wait for daybreak.
Day 3 was no better. we split in two groups: the cripples and the keen. Tony and I were in the former, heading back to civilisation some 5 hours away, leaving Adrian, Steve and Ed to wander up the slope, through the snow showers and wind to Lake Mann.
With my new found river crossing skills (cheers Tony) we made it back to the relative comfort of the road, waited for the others before scooting our way to Maruia, and swapping the cold rain drops for hot sulpher pools, the smell of which has only just started to leave my flesh.
Not quite the weekend that was planned, but a fine one nonetheless.
4.4.04
James Brown and
Before the details slip my mind I ought to jot down a few words about last week. A week with two weekends, which, I have to say, was quite a treat. The first happened on Wednesday, when Kirstin and I flew to Auckland to bare witness to James Brown, the Godfather of soul, the hardest working man in show business blardy-blardy bla. Had I not seen him a mere 3 metres away from me in the St James' Theatre (kinda fitting don't you think) I wouldn't have believed it to be true. Admititly he isn't the man he used to be, but at 71 who is? But he can still control an audience; and has a syle and presence that you can acutually touch. These days anyone can look like a superstar: all you need is a t shirt, a pair of jeans and a scruffy pair of trainers; but when JB and his entourage of about 16 rock up in blue double breasted suits, red cumberbunds and bowties you know you are in for a treat. And it certainly was just that.
Thursday was spent wandering around the city centre, doing a fine effort at getting myself some new threads-man. With Eyre being better dressed than me over the wedding week I felt I have to be proactive. I did well. Part two will continue when Sian and I head north in a few weeks. I can't wait.
The second weekend was more predictable, with a surprise birthday party for Belinda (surprise surprise it was a 'B' party), followed by a 60's party the same evening (that semed to be full of Ninjas...Which I gather was something to do with an 'N' party earlier on). Maybe oneday people will host parties without a letter of the alphabet, where you can meet someone you will recognise in the street afterwards...
And now some painting. It has been an absolute age since I held a brush I had better get stuck in. Until next time <3
Thursday was spent wandering around the city centre, doing a fine effort at getting myself some new threads-man. With Eyre being better dressed than me over the wedding week I felt I have to be proactive. I did well. Part two will continue when Sian and I head north in a few weeks. I can't wait.
The second weekend was more predictable, with a surprise birthday party for Belinda (surprise surprise it was a 'B' party), followed by a 60's party the same evening (that semed to be full of Ninjas...Which I gather was something to do with an 'N' party earlier on). Maybe oneday people will host parties without a letter of the alphabet, where you can meet someone you will recognise in the street afterwards...
And now some painting. It has been an absolute age since I held a brush I had better get stuck in. Until next time <3
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