Friday, December 24, 2010

Jobs I've had

Selling comb honey door to door
Making propolis capsules
Dishes and cooking in a mall cafe
Tutor of French
Fashion importer assistant
Lounge girle (irish rolled r) at a Galway bar
French bakery assistant
Guardian of peregrine falcons on a Californian coast
Protector of fairy terns on a northland beach in summer
Killer of weeds on the tropical Hen and Chicken islands. Evil.
Pursuer of kokako and robins in the most beautiful forest in the North Island
Science communicator - the science of bubbles
Natural history tour guide
Research assistant on springtails in Antarctica
Beach care group starterupperer
Community relations officer in conservation
Restoration and volunteer coordinator for a community environmental group
Community support coordinator for environmental group at a Regional Council
Summer ranger - education and rare plant protection
Reviewer of volunteering in parks at a local Council
Community engagement advisor at a local Council
Communications advisor at a local Council

Monday, November 22, 2010

Turtle.

The Turtle trip.
Why is this such a funny word?
I have some friends whose life connection started with this word.

http://alpineclub.org.nz/documents/sections/auckland/Oct07.pdf

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Conversation from first love

Curled up in sleeping bags, in a tent by the coast.

Tell me something.
- You tell me something.
No, I don’t want to.
And I asked you first.

I tuck you in, kiss your cheek.

You didn’t tell me anything yet.

- Nor did you.
I asked you first.
- I asked you second.

It takes a lot to ask something you know.
- It takes a lot to answer, honestly and clearly.
- What do you want me to say?
Anything you think I might want to know.

The stars breathe quietly.

- Our hearts are very close together.
And our souls.

- I’m not sure I’m ready to say anything more than that.
That’s nice already.

Good night.






[July 1993; travelling in Northland.]

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Stamping

Nostalgia. Today someone in the next office was using one of those manual stamps (for 'draft' marks). The sound drew me to memories of waiting at the library counter as a kid while the lady librarian fingered through my monster pile of books, to due-date them...
"Ctchunck" (shuffle - flip)...
"Ctchunck" (shuffle - flip)...
"Ctchunck"...