Ambition is great, as too is the feeling one gets completing a dream job. My first music CD project is completed and available to purchasing at Underground. The hours that went into it have been forgotton being replaced with a warm fuzzy. Hopefully the associated posters will hang on the walls of students bedrooms for many months. Images of it can be found in PRINT.
Inscensent rain is getting a bit boring now stalling outdoor plans. I spent some time in the Alps last weekend recording the first real snow falls of the season. Let's keep our fingers crossed that we get a beauty. It's been too long.
Found this link, and if you like breaks you might too. Minuit Live
26.5.06
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3.5.06
Civil Emergency
Thanks for the 5am Civil Emergency calls warning me about the iminent danger as a tsunami sped my way as I lay cosy in bed. Other than the inhabitants of Gisbourne who had friends and family in the UK who also warned them resulting in a mini migration to the hills the rest of NZ slept. And quite right so, Godzone's not ready to be torn in two. True Tonga had a bit of a rude awakening but nothing here. In fact the only change is that the surf has actually dropped… and I am now a little sleepy. But thanks for looking out for little old me!
22.4.06
Happy Birthday Ronja!
Blogging habits are slack but better late than never, and with that in mind there are some new photos up from my 5 weeks swanning around Europe; namely Munich, The Czech Rebublic and U.K. So much fun, but if you want more information that up here I wouldn't hold your breath…
Anzac weekend brings with it 22 degrees and a chance for my first surf in over 2 months – an absolute treat for sure.
Anzac weekend brings with it 22 degrees and a chance for my first surf in over 2 months – an absolute treat for sure.
10.3.06
Munchen
It had been agreed that from now on (or at least until I forget) all cities, countries and towns are to be called by their local name. Eating and drinking in Munchen is a dream. The masters of the humble saussage and brewers of kings. Colder than a penguins pocket and with more snow than usual it was a dificult couple of days getting around but worth it.
The views on the bus/train trip from the Czech mountains to M were chocka with snow, and it just kept faling. Everywhere looks great dressed in natures Gucci white, especially the castles of the old city.
London too fails to disapoint at this time of year with its expected grey and weaping skies. But nice to be back, and fun to play tourist for once, going to the theatre, filming pigeons and all that crap.
The views on the bus/train trip from the Czech mountains to M were chocka with snow, and it just kept faling. Everywhere looks great dressed in natures Gucci white, especially the castles of the old city.
London too fails to disapoint at this time of year with its expected grey and weaping skies. But nice to be back, and fun to play tourist for once, going to the theatre, filming pigeons and all that crap.
4.3.06
Czech holiday
[revised]
Just so you know Czech IS a crazy place and not for the faint-hearted. Weirder than I ever thought possible. The shear amount of snow is almost unreal, as is the cold and the coldness of the people. They are indeed an angry bunch, and they probably have good reason for it. After all, if you drop you keys in a 2m drift outside your car you're bound to be a little upset (or cellphone). Despite social differences we are all still alive - just about.
Our initial introduction to our 'chalet' was bizare to say the least. 6 of us, having been bundled into a Skoda with our gear were left in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road with broken instructions not to lake our bags with us, but instead to walk up this snowy track into the forest, leaving the only signs of life far behind. After 20 minutes of slipping and sliding in the deep snow and growing feelings of unease we did see our house but I imagine that in parallel lives it could have gone the other way.
With promised free ski-busses not existing and local shops not being that local(6km through the forest is still 6km) it took a day or two and some Einsteinian travel plans to feed ourselves. But isn't that what adventures are all about?
The house was shortly nicknamed 'CripVille' as the number of injuries grew. A broken elbow, a busted shoulder, two twisted backs (I claimed one of them) and some of the most toxic footwear you have ever witnessed. However the -12C temperatures and quite regular snowfalls kept our spirits up and as far as I can tell we are all recovering well.
After a mission back to civilization we are about to hit Prague. Got a 1000 krona in my pocket and its no use to us anywhere else. Stand back...
Just so you know Czech IS a crazy place and not for the faint-hearted. Weirder than I ever thought possible. The shear amount of snow is almost unreal, as is the cold and the coldness of the people. They are indeed an angry bunch, and they probably have good reason for it. After all, if you drop you keys in a 2m drift outside your car you're bound to be a little upset (or cellphone). Despite social differences we are all still alive - just about.
Our initial introduction to our 'chalet' was bizare to say the least. 6 of us, having been bundled into a Skoda with our gear were left in the middle of nowhere on the side of the road with broken instructions not to lake our bags with us, but instead to walk up this snowy track into the forest, leaving the only signs of life far behind. After 20 minutes of slipping and sliding in the deep snow and growing feelings of unease we did see our house but I imagine that in parallel lives it could have gone the other way.
With promised free ski-busses not existing and local shops not being that local(6km through the forest is still 6km) it took a day or two and some Einsteinian travel plans to feed ourselves. But isn't that what adventures are all about?
The house was shortly nicknamed 'CripVille' as the number of injuries grew. A broken elbow, a busted shoulder, two twisted backs (I claimed one of them) and some of the most toxic footwear you have ever witnessed. However the -12C temperatures and quite regular snowfalls kept our spirits up and as far as I can tell we are all recovering well.
After a mission back to civilization we are about to hit Prague. Got a 1000 krona in my pocket and its no use to us anywhere else. Stand back...
24.2.06
coldest place on earth
F-f-f-freezing. It's official. Munich is the coldest place on the surface of the earth. Nice though. The massive marathon 28 hours flight was pretty uneventful. The usual being pulled to one side and having my boots checked, and the like. Tomorrow we head to Praque to gather forces before decending on the slopes of the Czech Rebublic. Luckily this trip I haven't suffered any jetlag at all so raring to get those fat 5-40s on. Impressions of Munich: Beautiful women, and smelly. The women that is.
Just so you know.
Just so you know.
9.2.06
2 Weekends
No two weekends could be so different. One, a 24 hour marathon photography assignment (true, I slipped away from 11pm - 5am to shut my eyes) and the other a 14 hour music marathon. Rippon has to be one of the best festivals out there. 100% homegrown music set in the most fantastics setting you can imagine... (if you have an idea what it might look like believe me you are wrong). Wanaka. Always fun. And with a great bunch of players too, and a birthday, and wine, and guns, and bows and arrows. Fat Freddys, Shapeshifter, Kora... I will put some photos up one day but don't hold your breath.
18.1.06
The Compendium
I've just received my copy of The Compendium from Switzerland.
It's always nice to be published, espeically in Europe.
Check them out at www.onthecamper.com if you can work out the navigation let me know.
It's always nice to be published, espeically in Europe.
Check them out at www.onthecamper.com if you can work out the navigation let me know.
17.1.06
Faith in humanity (2)
Anyone who knows me well will recall an occasion or two when I have 'misplaced' something, usually my keys or wallet. Once more I have been overwhelmed by the good nature of the people that share this wonderful world. Warren, you are a legend!
After giving Ken a few surf pointers in the morning and a spot of fine dining over in Charteris Bay (thanks Jane) I sped to Arthurs Pass for the night. It was wildly windy so I didn't get as much sleep as I could but what the hell, you are in the mountains, there is a rainbow encapsulating the valley and the promise of sunshine is just around the corner.
The Hawden Valley tramp is a great stroll; a chance to stretch legs that have been cooped up under a desk for too long. It is also a great opportunity to drop your wallet on the banks of the river and wander off without a clue. Imagine my frustration, having torn Heathrow apart (twice) and just about unstitched my pack in an effort to find it. All the stupid places that you check - just in case. As if.
Returning to Chch I canceled my cards and the next day, after work, borrowed some money, filled the car and sped back to the mountains. My plan was to walk the first 20 mins of the track again with my fingers crossed. 2 minutes before cellphone coverage vanishes and the heady peaks tower down on you I get a call saying that a chap found it and is in Chch. So once again Warren, thank you, you little ripper!
After giving Ken a few surf pointers in the morning and a spot of fine dining over in Charteris Bay (thanks Jane) I sped to Arthurs Pass for the night. It was wildly windy so I didn't get as much sleep as I could but what the hell, you are in the mountains, there is a rainbow encapsulating the valley and the promise of sunshine is just around the corner.
The Hawden Valley tramp is a great stroll; a chance to stretch legs that have been cooped up under a desk for too long. It is also a great opportunity to drop your wallet on the banks of the river and wander off without a clue. Imagine my frustration, having torn Heathrow apart (twice) and just about unstitched my pack in an effort to find it. All the stupid places that you check - just in case. As if.
Returning to Chch I canceled my cards and the next day, after work, borrowed some money, filled the car and sped back to the mountains. My plan was to walk the first 20 mins of the track again with my fingers crossed. 2 minutes before cellphone coverage vanishes and the heady peaks tower down on you I get a call saying that a chap found it and is in Chch. So once again Warren, thank you, you little ripper!
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