31 January

Very lazy day. Naps. Parks & recreation.

30 January

Lazy lie in, corn fritters at fridge, lazy afternoon, velvet burger, golden dawn goodness.

29 January

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Flatmate interviews, nerds, coffee with Emma, Black Swan, the don, the boy, 2l asahi can housewarming present, home made whiskey sours, wine cellar, awesomeness.

28 January

Work, new iPhone, interviewing flatmates, New Community! SLEEP.

27 January

Work, lying in parks, golden dawn, 47 diamantes, baptism by hydrangea, Gemma's boobs, new friends.

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26 January

Work, juice bar, friends electric.

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25 January

Work, dinner made by the boy, golden dawn, Brian from holy fuck.

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24 January

Work, sad news, playing with puppies, dinner with Ngaire, delicious red wine, delicious leg of Lamb, weymouth view.

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23 January

Alleluya, savemart, hipster-fying Jacqui, golden dawn, Otto woo. Sleep required.

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22 January

Shoe shopping, hanging with the sis, stationers coffee, power naps, SPQR, golden dawn, wine cellar, whammy awesomeness.

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21 January

BDO DAY. Sister from airport, alleluya, old friends, new friends, Greenhornes, ratatat, 1995, CSS, Die Antwood, Crystal Castles, dancing in the rain at Edward Sharpe, LCD soundsystem, piking.

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20 January

Escorted walk in, work, lunch with Dan at Industry Zen, drinks pizza and talking shit at the Picton Palace.

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19 January

Work, made dinner for the boy, the princess bride, dreamy.

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18 January

Gotta be a great day when a bottle of Pol Roger ends up on your desk.

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17 January

Work, checking on my caterpillars (they're doing exceptionally well by the way), avoiding going for a run, painting toenails, Mad Men. Sleep.

16 January

Lie ins, airport mission, lunch at alleluya, lazing under trees, Sunday session at golden dawn, rescuing monarch catapillas, mushroom risotto.

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15 January

Lazy lie ins, allelyua, beers in the sun, ponsonby kids, music swapping, sisha on k road, too much vodka.

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14 January

National, Sufjun Stevens, I touched Matt. It was amazing.

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13 January

Work, delightful lunch, want to kill TVNZ, THE NATIONAL.

The National makes everything better. AMAZING. Just... outstanding.

I just can't think of any words to do it justice. None. Does anyone have a spare ticket for Friday?

12 January

No sleep space cadet, work, sunning myself in Albert Park, Big Apple Red nails. Sleep required.

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11 January

Work, lunch at Soul, ex-crushes, reality checks, bad moustaches, being called Monique, beers with the boys.

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10 January

First day back at work, first run of 2011. No time for anything else.

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9 January

DOC bar, early morning talking shit, baking muffins, Sunday session, golden dawn

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8 January

Car washes, vodka and Ginger beer in the sun, wine cellar, good friends, Saturday nights.

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The Carousel Horse

So tonight I was asked an interesting question by an investment banker...

"What is your necklace all about?"

When I asked why, he said that he hadn't seen one like it and had expected (after talking to me for a while) that it would be from Karen Walker or Bo Runga.

Curious.

There was only one way to answer this question and it was an answer that I wasn't expecting until it came out of my mouth. I love it when that happens.

This particular necklace was given to me a long time ago. So long that I can't remember who gave it to me. Who gave it to me is not what is important, what it means to me now counts for everything.

For the first time in my life, I start this year owing no one anything. Money, love, kindness, forgiveness. As far as I can tell, all debts are paid. For the first time in my life I am riding my own ride at the fair. Not one that someone else has paid for, or given me their courage so that I can jump on. This ride, I am doing by myself.

It is my carousel.

I am by no means saying that I won't let other people join in on the ride, but for the first time ever, I am starting it by myself.

It may seem a little strange that this is what a charm on a necklace could mean to me, but every time I touch it around my neck... it means the whole world is waiting for me.

7 January

Last day of holiday, savemart, hot chicken sandwiches, sangria at golden dawn with a great friend.

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6 January

Lazy lie-ins, lunch at alleluya, welcome distractions, coopers sparkling, birthday parties, BBQ, beautiful dogs with big ears.

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5 January

Lunch with parentals at SPQR. Pity I offered to pay. Just kidding, happy to!

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January 4

Sleep ins, lovely company, Revel lunch, shandy's in the sun, ice water foot spas.

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January 3

Half a litre of beer after an afternoon of zoo days.

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2 January 2011

New year means new wallplanner. This is as productive as I got today. But its Sunday, never know what might happen tomorrow.

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Farm Flashbacks

Here is a quick rundown.

The Chickens are pretty cool, they let you pick them up. Mum rescued them from some farm where they were kept in cages (OK, so I use the term rescue loosely).

They supply the farm and my belly with fresh eggs everyday:

And it takes a lot of eggs to make scrambled eggs for 6 for Christmas brunch:

Christmas brunch also requires bubbles. Thanks TVNZ for the Mumm:

This is the Rooster. Now, this Rooster actually lives on the Parapara Highway. Mum has been feeding it for a while and if she is not going into town but people are coming out to visit, they are tasked with delivering bread and water to the Rooster. He's pretty awesome and mum hopes to one day catch him and take him back to her farm so he can keep her chickens under control.

Then there is Mr. Pussy. Yes, that's his name. It's pretty hard to get a photo of Miss Kitty, she is still a little wild and scares easily, my Mr. Pussy is pretty choice and is a bit of a dude.

Flowers:

Some of the cattle beasts that I helped drench. Yes, drenching cattle beasts. You heard right. I can get my hands dirty (but my nails will be painted whilst getting dirty).

The tractor

And look at this most perfect of strawberries, growing in the glasshouse.

Bliss. Hope everyone else is lucky enough to have an escape like this somewhere. It really is pretty spesh.