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The current rise of populism challenges the way we think about people’s relationship to the economy.We seem to be entering an era of populism, in which leadership in a democracy is based on preferences of the population which do not seem entirely rational nor serving their longer interests. ...
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School’s out for the term and tonight our local drama theatre is putting on an evening of Dylan Thomas, with short stories, poems and excerpts from “Under Milk Wood.” What a great writer he was.
That’s the culture and for the rest of the weekend, some leafletting, on to the Rugby…………. and the local brew.
Life is rich and full and good. Have a good weekend, all.
Learning “Come as you are” on the uke.
Hope you’ve seen this site:
http://kiwiukulele.co.nz/
The book is great.
Thanks. I hadn’t but now I will have a good look. I use this one mainly:
http://ukulelehunt.com/
and I am spending a fortune on lessons.
No, Go Warriors as the season is over.
Fingers crossed that the nba lockout ends.
Kiwi Conservation/forest & Bird have there kids treasure hunt Totara Park Sunday, & to review the results of plantings from over 30 years. Hope the weather holds out. have to look after our country !!!
And Ole I await the success of this weekend and your posting on Youtube 😎
What in your opinion is the best fiction book?
Nabakov’s Lolita.
Top of my list must be Steinbecks Grapes of Wrath ,but not far behind Plunkets Strumpet City outstanding . However there are so many great stories its hard to chose .
I found Steinbeck absolutely fabulous but it took me so long to read. Shakespeare in bits and bobs is more my line. Bibles great for one liners (I am definitely NOT religious).
As an after thought ,if one needs a bit of cheering up nothing beats Tom Sharpe. However in my case Im not allowed to read Sharpe in bed because I keep,my wife awake laughing. I have a vefry loud laugh so I can understand .
A handful of dust by Evelyn Waugh.
The heart is a lonely hunter, Carson McCullers
I, Claudius; Robert Graves
The magus, John Fowles
Everything by Waugh. In particular Scoop. Hilarious.
Robert Holdstock, Mythago Wood... awesome fantasy… (I could mention 700 others, but I won’t bore you.) 🙂
John Mulgan’s Man Alone
Milan Kundera
Orwell
Hunter S Thompson
Cormac McCarthy
About to read Hans Fillada, Alone in Berlin, but there’s too much happening in the world and too much non fiction…
Hitchens
Fatima Buto
James Fergussen’s Taliban
Pattie Smith – Just kids
The Hitch hikers guide to the Galaxy
I find it hard to go past Heller’s Catch-22.
I like the ‘old’ time Sci Fi writers Harry Harrison , EE Doc Smith, John Wyndam, early Issac Asimov and of course Philip K Dick. You know the type the not so well written but plenty of action and hell stuff that’s the norm now, and alot of these Authors were from the times when Radio was the norm and TV was just starting to come to life. What would they make of todays world?
Catch 22
Im taking it easy this weekend ,after last weekends finacial payout to the dentist and the optician plus the disapointment of Jane Eyre film. So a bit of gardening and read the Biography Herbert Morrison. Duckmfor dinner
I am reading the ‘history of the blues’ by frances davis and Jerusalem by simon sebag montefiore. (not at the same time) and I shall probably play my guitar and eat quince jelly with a runcible spoon.
The history looks very interesting, randal. You play the blues yourself? Who do you like?
the wild beckons
I’m going to Hell, in a hand cart.
You OK?
Yes I am fine Anthony. Thanks for your concern. I was just indulging in a little dark humour, at my frustration with the (till then), lack of government action over the Rena disaster.
Good to hear. Know what you mean over Rena though…
The prospects of a social weekend in Quake city sustained us over a busy week. A weird twilight persisted from Kaikoura down. Anticipation grew as we entered the city. Out of the murk a vague figure flagged us down. Hidden constabulary furnished a speed meter.
“Sorry sir, but we have recorded you at 76kph in a 60kph zone.”
How could I argue. There was no way I was anywhere near 80kph. $120 later, we proceeded crestfallen to our weekend social occasion. How can we be sure that the figure shown to us on the meter was our car?
The rugby is going to be interesting although not necessarily great.
I have major reservations as to the authenticity of speed traps. No doubt they pay the wages of our constabulary.