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The purpose of teaching

I was walking up Queen Street in Auckland city yesterday, having just been stood up for lunch, when I noticed an increased number of homeless people shaking cups or holding signs. I am used to seeing some when I catch … Continue reading

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Boots in spring

The weather sucks. It’s supposed to be spring. You know, the time when you feel a change in the air. When you dust off your walking shoes and then vacuum up said dust. When lambs get frisky and you think … Continue reading

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Send in the clowns

A short play in one act, one scene. Scene 1: A dark staged forest with cardboard trees. Player one enters from stage left. P1: Okay I’ve had enough. Yoo hoo! I said I’ve had enough! Player two enters unseen from … Continue reading

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Anyone got a bridge for sale?

Technically, it’s still winter, but the sun is shining. That makes everything better. I had a gap in teaching today so I went and bought a coffee (fair trade, I might add). I parked down at the beach and watched … Continue reading

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The good, the bad and the ugly

Let’s look back at my week. Compared to some other weeks, it has been quite eventful. What do you mean it’s only Tuesday?! Take last night, for instance. The good moment was finding an awesome airbnb house to rent over … Continue reading

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Step away from that novel

You know, I have a one-track mind. The direction of that track my change constantly, but it doesn’t change the fact that I can only devote attention to one thing at a time. I imagine my brain as this old-fashioned … Continue reading

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Be somebody’s something good

Something else happened this morning. I missed the train. I was on the platform, about to scan my card, when the train pulled away. There was somebody else who missed the same train and whose life pulled up alongside mine … Continue reading

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