Note to self: post more content.
The news of Gerry Brownlee being made RoboCop Dictator Master of the Universe the Minister for Canterbury Earthquake Recovery with practically unlimited powers has been covered extensively elsewhere. I don't feel the need to add anything further, beyond linking to the posts/articles/entries above. Did my bit by using the lack of print media coverage as a discussion topic in this week's tutorials (which was strangely relevant to current coursework and readings) - if otherwise politically apathetic first years are disturbed by this, the rest of us most certainly should be. Whether they were unsettled enough to take further action I don't know, but it's a start.
I've been meaning to post a few photos with commentary here and there. Nothing as pretentious as a photo blog, more things I might like to remember later. A lot of the time I find Wellington quite dreary, so it seems reasonable to record the good, amusing, or otherwise noteworthy bits.
On several occasions I've found myself (accompanied by xenogram) at Offbeat Originals, one of the grimiest of Wellington cafés. The plastic cone in this picture is our table number, and it is also covered in grease. You could, if that way inclined, draw little pictures in the greasy film with your fingernail as the yellow underneath would shine through the grey. The service isn't so much bad as non-existent (or possibly just really stoned). Waiting half an hour for a toasted sandwich when we're practically the only customers present isn't unusual, and it's hit or miss whether we actually get said sandwiches first time around or they try serving us burgers or milkshakes.
Why do we go there? Well, usually because we tried Viva Mexico first but found it closed and Offbeat Originals serve gluten-free toasted sandwiches so xenogram can actually eat something. Finding affordable, gluten-free food at 4pm in the central city on a Sunday is not as easy as one might think. Not being wheat impaired myself I've always been perfectly happy with how my toasted sandwich looks like it's about to burst from the amount of filling. Chicken or bacon, mushroom and cheese seems to be the way to go.
It seems like Offbeat Originals was once painfully trendy, back when kitsch was still retro-cool in the mainstream. The enormous collection of 60s and 70s orange Thermos bottles speaks to this, though only part of the wall o' flasks is captured here. Check it out.
I kind of hope most of these are unusable, suitable for display only. If not, that's a whole lot of Thermos action gone to waste. But on the whole, Offbeat Originals reminds me of everything we got rid of when my grandparents passed away rather than the treasures we kept both for their form and their function.
I've been meaning to post a few photos with commentary here and there. Nothing as pretentious as a photo blog, more things I might like to remember later. A lot of the time I find Wellington quite dreary, so it seems reasonable to record the good, amusing, or otherwise noteworthy bits.
On several occasions I've found myself (accompanied by xenogram) at Offbeat Originals, one of the grimiest of Wellington cafés. The plastic cone in this picture is our table number, and it is also covered in grease. You could, if that way inclined, draw little pictures in the greasy film with your fingernail as the yellow underneath would shine through the grey. The service isn't so much bad as non-existent (or possibly just really stoned). Waiting half an hour for a toasted sandwich when we're practically the only customers present isn't unusual, and it's hit or miss whether we actually get said sandwiches first time around or they try serving us burgers or milkshakes.
Why do we go there? Well, usually because we tried Viva Mexico first but found it closed and Offbeat Originals serve gluten-free toasted sandwiches so xenogram can actually eat something. Finding affordable, gluten-free food at 4pm in the central city on a Sunday is not as easy as one might think. Not being wheat impaired myself I've always been perfectly happy with how my toasted sandwich looks like it's about to burst from the amount of filling. Chicken or bacon, mushroom and cheese seems to be the way to go.
It seems like Offbeat Originals was once painfully trendy, back when kitsch was still retro-cool in the mainstream. The enormous collection of 60s and 70s orange Thermos bottles speaks to this, though only part of the wall o' flasks is captured here. Check it out.
I kind of hope most of these are unusable, suitable for display only. If not, that's a whole lot of Thermos action gone to waste. But on the whole, Offbeat Originals reminds me of everything we got rid of when my grandparents passed away rather than the treasures we kept both for their form and their function.