Christchurch Collection: NZ on Screen
The way we were, understood in the light of the way we live now.
The way we were, understood in the light of the way we live now.
A miscellany of your views.
@knedd today made the shattering assertion that boysenberry is the least of the flavoured ice-creams, and further contended that the enjoyment of fruited ice-creams may well be divisible by gender.
Friends, where do you stand on this? (I am also interested to hear the opinions on other fruit-flavoured desserts of those who can’t or don’t eat ice-cream .)
Let us strive for truthiness by means of anecdotes.
(Disclosure: Boysenberry is by far my favourite ice-cream flavour.)
It’s Friday afternoon, I’m stripping Moodle pages in preparation for the new semester, and I’m caught in a sentimental loop listening to this video on YouTube. It’d be nostalgia, except I could easily have been doing the same thing in 2006 as well.
17 December 1950 (via @ChristchurchLib)
8 February 2012 (via @motmunter & @CherylBernstein)
While many of us have moved on, and can look ahead to the first anniversary of the worst of our 10,000 earthquakes, those remaining in the red and orange zones are still stuck in that moment.
In my house there are two kinds of arms: little stumpy T-Rex arms (mine) and long dangling gibbon arms (@knedd). Which kind our daughter(s) will inherit is yet to be determined, but surely, surely, the gibbon is the dominant gene?
T-Rex Trying To Put On A Cardigan
#TRexTrying
… and other reimagined titles. Via @badtom.
Still, world, we can’t wait for every man to have a daughter – men, find your feminism NOW.