there's fungus on the money. there's fungus in the cars. there's fungus on the papers, in facebook comments, on the six o'clock news. the more exposure you get, the more it works its way into your brain. "i worked hard for
last night, I got younger. the dread of turning 30 lifted from my shoulders as I went from being someone in her late 20s to being someone in her early 30s. of course for me that dread wasn't really there. in fact I breathed a huge sigh of
The Golden Mile project is being canned. Good riddance, I say. It's a symbol of everything that is wrong with the city. I'm relieved that sensible decisions are finally being made on behalf of all of us who have seen how far this city has fallen.
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