Friday, December 29, 2006

yellow-bellied tizzle torts

well, the pohutukawas are in bloom, which means that it's christmas, or it's been christmas, or christmas rode a lemming off a cliff catching a pleasant summery breeze while plummeting into the briny depths; aucklanders are flocking to their former-baches-now-holiday-mansions; and beaches are over-run with hooligan teenagers and children with abrasive squeals. this new year's will be spent at the coromandel peninsula ("where the beer flows like wine, where the women instinctively flock like the salmon of capistrano"), specifically at hahei.

spent a few days down in wellington. had the pleasure of crashing at 128, a community house and hangout for the anarcho-activist-pinko crowd. there i met more people than names i can remember, made friends and acquaintances with a few members of the community, including a dog--shock horror--named willow. besides the lovely company, the house boasts a vegetarian kitchen with a glut of free bread from a fancy bakery, as well as a library filled with radical books, and a bike shop; but seems to lack a shower with hot water. the advantages i feel far outweigh the drawbacks. i look forward to spending a few days there upon my return while brendan and i find a flat and some jobs.

3 comments:

Ben said...

Will, no longer can I let your use of anti-American terminology continue. It was bad enough when you insisted on calling soccer "football". But now you've gone too far. You are not looking for a "flat", you are looking for an "apartment". Unless, of coursse, you actually need one of these...

Flushy McBucketpants said...

i would appreciate it if you would stop criticising me, freedom-hating blighter. i'll use british terminology and spelling if i bloody well please.

Shiny said...

Are you a commie now? Why do you make Jesus cry? How are those feet coming along? Are you turning into a vegan? Will you ever be the same hipster-conservative, steak eating, eagle loving, Republican party poster boy that I once knew and loved? What has become of you, wot?