I get to go to the dentist in 33 hours and 6 minutes - yay! Some waiting-for-it really benefits from the liberal application of codeine.
lmjb1964 wrote:Greetings, fellow OTTers! I've been beseiged by raptor zombies and my micromolpies, not to mention spending time trapped in the pit.
Yay - Laura Mae! Boo - micromolpies! Feel better quickly!
Oh... I forgot to include my footnote further up the page. Oops. Here it is:Cook
Nah, I don't actually speak any Maori (although I can sing the Maori verse of the NZ National Anthem) but this one is something I heard years ago and really liked.
Before the Little Wonder came along, I used to drive to Gisborne (6.5 hours each way) for weekends in the summer whenever I could. One time, when I got there, there was some festival going on revolving around the arrival of James Cook. There were Maori performances and lectures and partying and all sorts of good stuff. Unfortunately, I was coming down with something and got all feverish, which did no favours for my already substandard memory, but I recall attending an excellent set of short lectures.
In one, the presenter started talking about the idea of homeland in Maori culture, saying that it wasn't necessary to claim one
place as a homeland - the Maori ancestors had made this their home, but that was not to forget they had come from across the sea. He spoke of the popular mayor of Gisborne, who was from China; China was his hawaiki tawhiti
, his homeland far away, and Gisborne was his hawaiki tata
, his homeland near. Having both was no disloyalty to either. I like that.
As an odd epilogue, the fevered drive back to Wellington was exhausting and I had to pull over to rest 2 or 3 times. When I finally arrived home, I went to grab the mail before going inside, but my right arm was weak and trembling, almost vibrating, as I lifted the heavy lid to the mailbox. I guessed holding the wheel as long as I had had knackered it. I switched to my left hand, but then that arm struggled and seemed to vibrate too. It took me a moment to realize that the light switch mounted on my mailbox had shorted out, and I was being gently electrified.