Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition
In which we find ourselves in another part of the world
As we sit and ponder our new view, we see stripes in the bay most of the time. Contrails proving the existence of mer-people? Dolphin tracks? Boat wakes?
None of the above?
Instead, I think this is evidence of Langmuir circulation. Wind, surface tension, blah blah physics, and you end up with “cells” of water that butt up against each other.
Magic!
Caffe Latte art (or I guess flat white art as it is served here in NZ … although I challenge ANYONE to tell me the difference) is a wonderful thing. Most cafes do at least a little something to finish off your cuppa. Brings me a smile every time.
But is it so simple? Or is this really a subliminal attempt by the deep state of musical theatre to sell records from the back catalog???
We’re watching you, Sir Tim Rice and Sir Andrew Lloyd-Webber!
For the 11th, and hopefully final, time, we just bought a house.
It’s about 40 minutes north of our current place. Still technically Auckland, but you gotta drive through some sheep farms to get there.
As much as we like our current house, this new one seems even better for us… the views, walk down to the beach, a garage, fewer stairs. It has the potential for a tenant or Airbnb on the lower level. There’s even a butler’s pantry! The upstairs was renovated a couple years ago by… wait for it… one of my swimming buddies! When I called him to ask for advice, he said hang on what’s the exact address? And sure enough, what a wonderful coincidence.
We’ll be able to walk to all the shops we need in two directions and, with some adjustments, continue all our current activities (pétanque, swimming, Lee’s volunteering) up in the new community. The gym has a location close by.
Altogether, it feels like it was meant to be. It was sold at auction, quite common here, but as it turned out we were the only bidders. We probably paid a few thousand too much, but we weren’t off by much I don’t think.
Now comes a few furious weeks of moving and prepping our house for sale. But that will pass quickly, and from that point forward it’s (virgin) margaritas on the deck, listening to the birds and watching the sailboats in the bay.
For reasons to do with French taxation practices, scarce land, and national preference, it’s quite common in Vietnam to build a really tall narrow house.
A tattoo shop in Hoi An
It turns out there’s a fair number of people who will basically put gibberish writing into your flesh while you thought you were getting something else. Maybe the name of a loved one, or ‘mom’ or some such. There just aren’t Chinese characters that equate to to C-A-L-E-B or whatever your preferred word might be.
And there’s plenty of people who are taken in, sadly. We don’t always get tattoos at our most clear-thinking moments.
But luckily there’s no shortage of people on the Internet who will translate your foreign language tattoo… sorry mate, you’ve been had. If your tattoo has any meaning at all it’s S-U-C-K-E-R.
But all that got me thinking a few years ago when the time came to get a little middle-aged ink. What if I pre-empted the scammers? What if I punked a billion Chinese people by getting “foolish tourist” carved into my arm?
It has worked out well. Every so often in a shop or restaurant, or on the bus, I get this slight widening of the eyes, an uncomfortable fidgety glance. A few people have asked if I actually know what it means. Oh so gently. Some of my Chinese speaking employees don’t know what to make of it… the idea of a boss making fun of himself seems not to compute.
And more than that, remembering that I am, that we all are, nothing more than foolish tourists in this life provides an important perspective… should one ever be needed.
This was our first butterfly shortly before she came out of her chrysalis.
And a couple hours later, although we missed the actual event.
Because the caterpillars were being eaten very effectively by wasps and other predators, we took steps to bring some inside. The upstairs shower is now a caterpillar nursery with an expected crop of up to 20 butterflies over the next few weeks.
Caterpillars poop a lot.
We did get to watch one wriggle into its sleeping bag, though.
I haven’t really thought about the whole butterfly life cycle thing since learning about it in elementary school. But now that we’ve taken this little step to plant a couple of milkweed plants… it’s amazing!!
That’s me and Mavis at the Fork and Brewer in Wellington, where she works behind the bar.
I was in town for a conference, and went out with the gang for an(other) drink after the big dinner, as you do.
Regular readers will recognize Mavis as the former keyboards player for the Snaz, who played a memorable concert on my deck back in Brattleboro after we helped them raise money to get to SXSW a few years ago.
Wow!!!
She didn’t really remember me for myself (a friend once told me, when we were both a lot younger than I am now, that the most obvious consequence of hitting whatever age milestone was that he had become utterly invisible to teenage girls), but we had a nice chat anyway.
Small world… or is it? In this case, we wouldn’t have even seen each other except that my waitress was also American and so the “where you from” conversation uncovered the Vermont connection. But if this amazing coincidence happened, then how many times have I actually been just as close to someone I know without ever finding out?
This jalapeño sauce mountain grew after it went into the freezer. Weird.
You couldn’t make this shit up… how wonderfully ridiculously variegated grows our world.
Beyond the plaque, there’s a bit more to the story here.
between being a famous architect and being an eccentric crank. But apparently Friedensreich Hundertwasser stayed on the right side. His gift to Kawakawa, where he spent a lot of his adult life, was this fancy public restroom.
If a bunch of other architects looked at the plans before it was built, would that be a pee review?
I’m relieved to have this moving attraction wiped off my bucket list. The tiles sometimes reminded me of a fast-flowing stream. Some people might poo-poo the significance of this installation, but i wash my hands of such critics. If you plumb its full depth you’ll find Hundertwasser to be #1 or #2 in his field.
Hmmm, I suppose that last might be a little close to the line that separates respectful tourism from snark. You be the judge…
This platform on the Wellington waterfront invites you to just jump in. It might be 20′ to the surface of the water, and it must be cold, and this is the busy part of the harbor. All in all, no thanks.
I think this could only be built in a country with a national accident insurance plan.
Lee starts working here tomorrow!!!
OMG! This stuff, which we had never noticed/ heard of until recently, is great!!!
I visited the NIH campus in Bethesda today. Walking from the Clinical Center back to the Metro station, I stopped for a second to admire how nice and woodsy it all is. And then, as if on cue, a whole herd of deer arrived. Very impressive, Mr. Federal Planning Division, very impressive indeed.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 