From the monthly archives: June 2007

Rock School Subtle

by Jeffrey on June 27, 2007 · 5 Comments · in code, jeffrey-ism

Mysteriously my previous post was deleted!

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View from Anouk’s

by Jeffrey on June 24, 2007 · 10 Comments · in kiwi-ism, life

Anouk left Hobson House and last night she cooked us dinner. This is the view from her house.

View from Anouk’s

Quotes from Lincoln & Washington

by Jeffrey on June 23, 2007 · 3 Comments · in american-ism, patriotism

Abraham Lincoln, on President Polk and the war he waged against Mexico:

“Trusting to escape scrutiny, by fixing the public gaze upon the exceeding brightness of military glory – that attractive rainbow, that rises in showers of blood – that serpent’s eye, that charms to destroy – he plunged into war.”

George Washington, on the war with England and his responsibilities as General:

“I shall constantly bear in mind that as the sword was the last resort for the preservation of our liberties, so it ought to be the first to be laid aside when those liberties are firmly established.”

I wish more presidents were writers.

Ain’t no sunshine when he’s gone

by Jeffrey on June 21, 2007 · 2 Comments · in catholic-ism

Religion! Why do you insist on ruling our lives? I had this conversation last night:

“I’m Catholic. What are you?”

“Nothing, I’m not religious,” I said.

Paekakariki Hill

by Jeffrey on June 17, 2007 · 5 Comments · in catcher, jeffrey-ism

Driving from Paekakariki Hill to Wellington.

Rainbow near Wellington

Snapped with my Nokia. (while driving, dangerous!)

Mop and dry

by Jeffrey on June 11, 2007 · 5 Comments · in catholic-ism, guilt, jeffrey-ism, jinxed

Yesterday I bought pavlova1 for dessert.

I poured a bottle of cream into a whipping machine, and while fiddling with the plug the machine slipped from my hands! In one instant my kitchen floor went from dirty to rancid2.

While this commotion was in locomotion, the chocolate on the stove was burning in the pot.

Burnt chocolate, cream-less pavlova, rancid floor. How lame.

1. a dessert consisting of a meringue base or cup filled with fruit and whipped cream.
2. our floor was already gross, cream excluded. Instead of tiles we walk on doormats.

Hobson House

by Jeffrey on June 6, 2007 · 7 Comments · in american-ism, ignorance

You’ve seen the front of my house, but now, fellow Americans, behold! Click here to see my house from God’s perspective! 

My updates move at turtle-like speeds. I’ve been busy.

Instead of telling you about how busy I am, I’m going to stuff my face with food.