Issue 35

Mike’s Pith & Wind cont. .. I’ve come to quite like my stinky asparagus pees actually, which probably tells me that I’ve been living on my own for too long. I’ve been skimming through my ‘WHY in West Germany’ journal (1983) to see if I can find any references to my German asparagus story. Boy!…

..where you might be going. A period, or even a singularity, when one realises that this is as good as it gets. When you have achieved the right balance between youthful folly and the wisdom of age – a brief moment in time – such as when Goldilocks found the best porridge, chair and bed…

..a television for a week we had no idea what it meant. My French is adequate enough to cause confusion, invite strangers to go roller skating or to admire the buttocks of my neighbour’s goat, but collapses entirely when the speed goes above the very slow and deliberate pace which one uses when addressing the…

For Bill, portraits were an occupational hazard and a source of income; workmanlike, but oddly at variance with his other work, i.e. landscapes largely empty of people. Had he painted only portraits he would have been a very minor footnote in New Zealand art, but fortunately he spent nearly fifty years defining the landscape of…

S P E C T R U M S P E C T R U M S P E C T R U M M I K E R U D D B I L L P U T T . C O MM M I K E R U D D B I L…

.. traditional fasteners, but its use has spread into areas where buttons or studs do a perfectly serviceable job, and have done throughout history. Apart from anything else, I dislike the sound of velcro, and I imagine women who have hair removed from their legs and other more personal bits with wax strips like it…