1. The Husband and daughter-two went camping on the weekend. This required the purchase of:
- a tent
- two blow up beds
- gluten free sausages
- marshmallows
After organising the packing of all this plus the sleeping bags, insect repellant, sunblock, camping lantern, clothes plus the back-up camera (charged and ready to go), I waved them off. They returned 24 hours later tired and very happy but without a single photo being taken! "Excuse me, what is this family's ethos?" I asked The Husband but he just shrugged apologetically. So I shall have to take his word for it that they had a wonderful time toasting marshmallows on a bonfire on the beach, chatting to retirees and swimming. I KNOW they had fun on the jumping pillow at the campsite because I rang the very gruff camp manager to see if they had arrived safely (The Husband having failed to ring as promised because his phone was out of range). "It's a very tall guy and a very bouncy little girl" I said, before he gave up being gruff and burst out laughing and said "I know just who you mean! She IS bouncy isn't she? And so happy! And she is having agreat time bouncing on the pillow right now".
2.I had never heard of Clay Marzo until a facebook friend posted this video. (Don't be put off by the sub-title, its irony is clear at the end). I love Tony Attwood, he says it so perfectly.
3. Someone who definitely doesn't say things perfectly is former politican turned shock jock Michael Laws (now there's a CV to envy) , who this week was putting the boot into a young Christchurch man with Asperger's who has a fixation with light fittings which in the past he has been given permission to remove from buildings awaiting demolition. Unfortunately in the crazy couple of days in the wake of the earthquake he was caught by police in a wrecked building (which is apparently earmarked for demolition) looking for light fittings for his collection and was, understandably, arrested for looting. While in police custody he suffered a black eye.
Laws wrote a nasty little piece, calling the young man (who clearly has fairly major difficulties) a rodent, the people who spoke out for him "liberal bleaters" and finishing by saying "justice has been done, blackened eye and all". It appears it is not just for the sake of earning a crust through sensationalism either, judging from his responses to people remonstrating with him. (love that she included the special little man's email address). His response to someone else I know was that "Asperger's is not an excuse". Clearly he hasn't grasped the difference between an excuse and an explanation.
It is often said that people with Asperger's can display an apparent lack of empathy and disregard for social mores. I wonder what Mr Laws' "excuse" is?
4. Today I watched the Christchurch Earthquake Memorial. In the light of what has happened this week, I found it particularly saddening to see the names of so many young Japanese students on the list of the dead and missing, and to see some of their family members in the audience. It is unimaginable what people in Northern Japan have gone through, and it was frequently mentioned throughout the service. At the end of the official part of the service, during which both Hayley Westenra and Dave Dobbyn performed, Prince William moved among the families talking with them. Hayley, apparently unrehearsed, was back on stage singing "Pokarekare Ana". Then Dave Dobbyn came back, and over the footage of the Prince on 'walkabout', could be heard singing the wonderful "Welcome Home" .. with the lyrics
"out here on the edge
the empire is fading by the day
and the world is so weary in war
maybe we'll find that new way"
Awkward.
But honest.
We were so struck by the images from Japan, coming so soon after Christchurch, that we almost reconsidered our plan to move to Wellington (aka "quake city") in a few years.
I went so far as to research local earthquake risks, and came across an interesting website that discussed how to track the huge faultline in the urban landscape. I was happily reading it, when I saw the name of the street I used to live on. Which was apparently built right on the fault, not long after the massive 1855 quake (in the days before knowledge of plate techtonics when it was thought to be just a random "act of God")

(That's my house, clutching the side of the hill like an upside down right-angle triangle. I had the ground floor - three little rooms in a row that were so shallow The Husband could lie on the floor and touch the back wall of the house with his hands and the front with his feet. And the slugs crawled in at night from the slope. But I loved it, because the place I lived before that was a REAL slum).
Anyway, we do still plan to return to Wellington.
But not to that street!
5. Coming this week: