my first journal is a miserable read. beginning in august of 2019 and concluding in august of 2022, it is an artifact of pure misery. reading it you would think that nothing good happened in my life in those three years, but that isn't true–i just didn&
i get up for the third or fourth time and some part of me recognises i can't afford to hit snooze again. i look at my phone. it feels like a cup of sugar on an empty stomach, but the light keeps me from falling back asleep. i
Content warning: this piece discusses rape culture. A while ago I posted the following observation: for a country so full of performative masculinity it's weird that men can say shit like "cycling isn't a solution–what if it rains?" with zero fear of immediately
Welcome back! How was your long weekend? Good? That's great to hear. Say, can I ask you something? You can be honest, I won't tell anyone: do you think the work you do matters? Like, obviously I hope it does. But if it doesn't,
this week i am taking a break from giving my latest hot take there's a party, you see and it's the place to be and i'll be there from arvo 'til late cuba street is the spot this weekend to put all your
There's another oil war, thousands of innocent people have been killed, and "electric vehicle" are the words on everyone's tongue. The discourse around the rising cost of oil has me feeling like I've died and ended up in the stupidest hell imaginable.
This was originally posted May 17th, 2024 on my previous blog. It has been re-posted here without changes. As a cyclist of 40 years, I’ve watched on with grave concern as people have asked for cycling infrastructure that I personally don’t want. I began riding my bike
This past Sunday I was at Newtown Fest; an annual event where the centre of Newtown becomes a combination marketplace and music festival. A light drizzle and a few intense gusts of wind weren't enough to kill the vibe, and I had a wonderful time. I caught a
This was originally posted April 4th, 2024 on my previous blog. It has been re-posted here with some changes. The cycleways that have gone in in Te Whanganui-a-Tara Wellington–and the promise of more in the future–gave me the push I needed to invest in a
This is the first of a series where I write down all the usual stuff I say when I'm talking about something I talk about a lot. In this entry I talk about ADHD. "I've tried all sorts of medications, and none of them work&
whenever it rains I think about how, despite what you'd think, riding a bike in the rain is actually really nice. at least it is for me. my rain jacket and goofy rain pants keep the rain off my body, and the rain that hits my face refreshes
there's one policy position that makes me unreasonably angry: "the cost of living is too high; we should take the GST off fruit and vegetables." I've got problems with this idea. if we did, the best-case scenario is if you spend $100 on