We started a stained glass class yesterday. Over the next couple of months we’ll make a window panel. A nice way to spend Saturday mornings during the chilly rainy season…

For lesson one we practiced cutting glass and picked out the colors and textures for the project… cutting the glass is surprisingly easy and choosing colors is surprisingly hard!

That doesn’t look like an airgun to me…

Although NZ has strict gun rules, in fact gun ownership is quite high. We were in a neighborhood yesterday sporting three gun shops in a block or two.

New Zealand’s largest nursing union held a one-day strike last week, the first such action in over 30 years. The issues are predictable: low pay, low staffing levels, low respect.

Their contract includes provisions that enough nurses still have to show up to provide life saving essential services. I heard one person quoted as saying the contractual minimum life saving staff level was in fact greater than staffing on many normal shifts.

Negotiations continue…

Saturday

Monday

Tuesday (happy 28th anniversary, honey)

Gas prices have been creeping up since we got here. But new taxes that went into effect this month really made a difference. There was a small national increase, and Auckland slapped a 15-cent / litre levy to help fund road and other infrastructure improvements.

That’s right about $9 per gallon, for you Imperial measurement folks.

On the one hand, I’ve long advocated higher fuel taxes as good public policy. Less oil, less pollution, less traffic, less sprawl. More people use public transit, so that budget goes up. More people bike or walk, so healthcare costs decrease. And so on.

On the other, I don’t know how a working class suburban family with kids is supposed to do it. There’s already an opportunity and activity gap for poorer kids, and if you can’t afford to drive the little monsters to their music lessons how are they supposed to become useful citizens?

Speaking selfishly I think this level of gas tax is great… but I hope it doesn’t leave too many people stranded by the side of the road.

On Saturday we joined Astrid and went down to the Viaduct to see the Puna Kai food truck gathering. By the time we got there about 3pm things were slowing down, but we got some good pork belly and dumplings anyway.

The promo for the event made it sound a lot more Maori than it was in fact, indicating that this was somehow related to the ongoing Matariki Festival (basically Maori New Year). There were some nice posters about Maori food traditions, and some vaguely local touches to the foods, but mostly it was just a food truck roundup.

After lunch we walked around the waterfront for a while and ogled some of the sights…

The skyline is not actually falling in on itself, but this wide panorama showed the limits of my iPhone lens.

Working boats like the San Hikurangi sit cheek by jowl with super yachts like the Encore.

We saw this billboard in the parking lot at a self-storage place. We think NZ is sort of an Elysium, but lots of people who grew up here see Australia as even better. There’s just more there there, salaries are often higher, kangaroos, and so on.

And so there’s a bit of a brain drain here as people leave one of the physically and environmentally greenest places you can imagine to head across the ditch (aka the Tasman Sea) in search of financial and cultural ‘green’.

Yesterday we found ourselves in the kind of furniture store where stuff imported from who knows where is displayed by people from some different but equally far flung set of places.

Few if any of the folks in this supply chain call English their first language, so spellings are expected to be a bit variable.

When I first saw this sign I assumed it was just a new way to spell Pasadena, haha, done. But then I thought a bit more… dining table, -dina… maybe this is quite a sophisticated pun! You could have an all-night eatery called the Pasa-Diner!

Maybe the person who typed this up loves the Rose Parade, or studied at PCC before coming to NZ, and couldn’t resist the chance to get this joke into the world.

I hope so.

A guy at work got us tickets to last week’s rugby game: the famous NZ All Blacks vs France. Below, they are doing the pregame haka (a ceremonial challenge in Māori culture) while a dedicated French supporter offers a baguette salute.

The game itself was pretty close through halftime, but then the All Blacks got down to business and won by 40 points (normal scores are about like a football game… 40 points is a blowout).

We watched a bunch of Intro to Rugby videos, and the guy we went with is actually a rugby referee on the weekends (which is why we got tickets), so we were both able to follow along. Amazingly, we both enjoyed ourselves.

The whole experience was really smooth… even train fare is included in the ticket price, so no need to worry about parking. The fans were fun to watch, especially the small minority of French supporters, many of whom dressed up silly for the occasion. There were two streakers on the field, which apparently is still a thing. But I’m obviously getting old… at the bag search on the way in, the guy just waved us through even though I had my backpack unzipped and ready for him. He said, You look like you’re past the days of trying to smuggle shit into the game, mate. Sigh… but fair call, I am in fact past those days.

Even at our advanced age, we’re going to another game in August!

A couple of weeks ago we got to attend the taping of Seven Days, which is probably our favorite TV show at the moment.

For NPR listeners, it’s a lot like Wait, Wait… only it’s TV and they’re allowed to say “fuck”, or if they’re talking about an orange-haired dictator they’re allowed to say “fuckwit.”

We got seats right in the front row. The studio is a lot smaller in person than it looks on TV.

The performing arts community is small, and most of the panelists have other jobs, which makes it even better when they let loose on this show. The guy on the far left is called Paul Ego, and he is also the (obnoxious) voice of a grocery store mascot. In front of the desk is tonight’s political guest Phil Twyford, Minister for Housing and Transport (sample question in the mock interview: as Minister for Transport just how many trans people have you gotten interested in sports so far?). He was recently busted for using his cell phone on a plane… awkward in his position (so is your new favorite mode of transport “airplane mode”?). In the center is host Jeremy Corbett, who hosts at least one other talk show. And at right in the picture is Dai Henwood, who also hosts the local editions of Family Feud AND Dancing With The Stars. There are other panelists out of the frame, but those are the big three.

It was super cool to be in the audience on Thursday and then get to watch the show on Friday. Would totally like be to do it again!!