tenorDO WE?

The NZ Herald posts this—

—which again makes me ponder the LOUC (Law Of Unintended Consequences). But that aside, I remember a few years back when the planet was cooling drastically and we were all doomed to igloos if we were lucky.

In the sixties some nice (clever, with it, switched on, educated, devoted, progressive) folks were earnestly advocating that we cover the ice sheets with good old-fashioned cheap and easily dispensable soot.



Yep. Soot.

The logic was unassailable:

  • soot is black
  • black absorbs heat
  • the heat melt the ice,
  • so the ice stops reflecting heat
  • thankfully, the globe warms,
  • and yet another ice-age is averted. Boom boom!

Okaaaay … I think I got it.

Moving on, Burt Munro week in Invercargill was well attended. The bikers these days mostly seem a wee bit geriatric—some of them non-athletic to the point of being gravitationally challenged in extremis but nonetheless good clean fun … quite unlike Snarlin’ Grando’s “Wild One” but that’s the effect of the passing years, I guess.



It’s day time right now.

I knew that.

So of course the southern aurora isn’t/won’t be/wouldn’t be visible right now. I knew that too.


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—here’s a starting point.

If you go there you can fine-tune it for your own part of the world, if relevant and/or interested.


by the variances from day to day—and why do them Awestralians in Tasmania get better viewings than us, even though we are more further souther?

And now to go back to enjoying the heat wave they so generously sent over to us (you can go off Ozzies) …


“Cool it, Dog! Them’s my Chosen People!”




(Exits stage right, muttering dire mutters…)


not even an


‘Lazy’ might be a acceptable for such a commentary—but the below isn’t an excuse, nor even a reason.

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It is, however, and in my personal opinion — a wee bit pathetic; so let us make of it what we will:    down there


“René Lalique, Jeweler of Nature

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The astounding success of Parisian goldsmith René Lalique was the result of a perfect storm of tragedienne, a rave for all things Japanese, and a world’s fair. Lalique’s luscious jewelry adorned the stage in Sarah Bernhardt’s melodramatic roles of Théodora and Gismonde in the mid 1890’s …”

The missing words here?


  • talent
    • brilliant
      • outstanding
        • unique

and of course the clincher:

  • genius~!

But as an uncultured lout it’s not for me to cast asparagus upon my superiors … especially when they are the experts and I’m just a tired old poo  dog.

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“Dog” I said … but this guy (above) will do. (He looks the part …)

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“You want ‘genius’, Argie?

Who else could have crafted

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They tried, you know. selfie

They tried to reduce the ‘plastic bags effect’ upon our Mother Earth … some years ago; with biodegradable plastics. If success can be measured by uncoerced acceptance the trial went off with a loud THUD. (Or a splat, if we’re talking wet wrappings.)

Hell, even my own beloved Spouse (who is every bit as politically correct as moi) accepted with good grace (as a fait accompli) when one of New Zealand’s biggest department stores gave her her purchases in some biodegradable packaging (which once home she popped into a closet).

When, in later months, she grabbed the handle and pulled out she was most impressed with the lovely handle whilst the goodies and their ‘packaging’ stayed up on the shelf—and when she lifted that lot out it was confetti everywhere … I didn’t know she even knew words like that.


generation or so back I remember reading to the effect that we kiwis were exporting mountains of empty tins (cans) to Australia for recyclement. I have no idea what eventually became of the unwanted beasts but the photos were impressive … probably shipped ’em off to China?


resonated. (Why, I have no idea—I just leave the thinking to those who are good at it.)


to read from source:  CLICK HERE 


—and what do those blasted environmentalists know, hey? They’d have us go back to paper bags and greaseproof paper next—


dodododo      dodododo   dodo                        dodo



(a)  Kids love it

(b) I love it

—ergo I am a (big) kid …

An article in among this morning’s blizzard of blitzing reminded me of this guy’s well earned success—

—no, Silly Person, not the Donkus … but the Creator thereof. He performed in a friend’s house in Winton and was, by all reports, a stunning success. (A pity I missed that …)

Reminded by—  CLICK HERE

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Bugbear big

Ya wanna make something of it? 



honk … snorp …




Furthermore, damn and blas—

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I’m a superstitious old poop.

Which means that I don’t believe in (choose one, or both) (‘neither’ is not an option)—

(a) divine retribution, or

(b) instant colds (or similar) such after brief exposure to the elements.

So I went out the night before last to try for some star snaps. Hoofed out to where I knew it would be dark and deserted, and set up my camera and tripod. But:

it was bitterly cold. Freezing, in fact. And I was out there for a couple of hours; very well wrapped in layers of warming things outside and layers of gobbled Mars bars (okay, just two) inside. And still I frozz.

I also had the feeling that on this deserted out-of-town golfing course, with no lights, pretty near total darkness and quite unable to achieve a focus on a star in any mode—

—I was not alone.

It’s a ‘sense’ I’ve never been able to explain and cannot conjure up at will, but I’ve learned never to ignore it …

… so in pitch blackness I folded my toys and hoofed quietly away.

But not before declaring myself with a quick beam of light from the lovely new powerful flashlight The Spouse bought me for my birthday and snapping an exhalation, herewith below—

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—in the general direction of what I felt might be the source of my unease; and then with no pretence of sneaking briskly left.

Left briskly.

Dammit, shifted my shi—  shivers homewards.


overdid it. Despite all the layers of feathers and things I got horribly chilled, and The Spouse wasn’t at all impressed when I arrived home as a self-propelled animated ice block. I was tossed (with no formalities~!) into a lovely hot shower and force fed hot cocoa (and sermons).


how long does it take to crank up a full blooded cobbod cod? Dode ask be, but I seeb to hav dud id in just two days

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Dodoa one line quiz (Americans need not attempt)—

Q:  Why did the seabirds fall and crash?

A:  (No, not yet, go to the foot of the page. But don’t do it until you have read the clues presented in this referenced article in the Southland Times: CLICK HERE)

And why would I exclude Yanks?

Nothing personal. I have the greatest (and ever increasing, dammit) respect for Yanks—but it pays to be practical, sometimes. Here, now have thee a nice chicken to admire (aaaawww, c’mon Argus! Why the hell should anyone admire a skinny black duck?) (So read on, and be enlightened …).

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Okay then … but you’ll hate me for it—here’s yer answer:


finger down

A:  ‘Cos they ran out of petrol~!