I have a tumblr now. Like most of my internet things, it probably won’t last, but I was afraid if I didn’t get them the Internet Police would kick me out of the Cool Kids Club.
http://leechesonbeaches.tumblr.com
horrible handbag + yummy food =, originally uploaded by lynnith.
And here is the recipe.
not pictured: michowl jackson, originally uploaded by lynnith.
Everything you need to know about New Zealand is summed up by the existence of Owlcatraz. I discovered the place last fall while reading a tourist newspaper with a friend in Wellington’s former public toilets, now conveniently a Welsh bar. The awesomeness of both owls and terrible puns being well documented, it was obvious I needed to visit this magical wonderland.
Now, in any other country, Owlcatraz would be the kind of place where tourist dreams go to die. I fully expected a half-run-down tourist trap with a couple sad owls and merchandise circa 1980. But no! We had a fantastic time, no irony necessary. Fact: AN OWL HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH ITS WING! And perched on my arm and generally acted like a cat with wings. I also pet a donkey, a pig, a cockatoo, and a very loud weka. There was even a trippy as fuck glowworm cave. Not to mention the Max Wigbout collection of over 1,500 owls…
All this glorious time around the librarians of the sky, and I wasn’t even shushed once!
When it rains, it pours. The last month has been ridiculously busy! A few weeks ago I finished up my contract job with the gov’t and fled back to more familiar territory, landing an advertising gig with Stuff.co.nz. Because starting a new job isn’t challenging enough, I also bought a ukulele and started attending a how-to-play class once a week. And in addition to that, I put in some serious volunteer time with the NZ film festival, ushering for 20+ films in 2 weeks. On the basketball front, winter tournament travel has been put on hold, but I’ve still been playing several times per week. We even played an exhibition game last week against a h.s. team from Iowa, of all places. I will own up to being hungover as all fuck thanks to a certain film festival afterparty which wound down at 6am, but despite all that we won handily by 10. Which explains what they were doing in NZ in the first place, instead of a more competitive country…
But Lynn, I hear you say, I kind of hate basketball. What about this film festival? Don’t you have some films to crow about? Well, blog faithful who are probably just my parents, let me forcefully recommend the following:
Four Lions
This was easily my most anticipated film of the festival. I’ve been a big fan of writer/director Chris Morris since uni, when I discovered his short-lived TV series Brasseye. The film follows a group of would-be jihadists as they plan a suicide bombing in London. And it’s a comedy. It’s a grim subject, and I was impressed by how successfully he balanced the funny with the devastating. He used a similar structure to Hitchcock (the whole Cinema of Attractions thing), making you laugh really hard and punishing you a second later with something sobering. The result is an intensely dark comedy which I can’t recommend enough.
A Town Called Panic
This film wasn’t on my radar going in to the festival – I only saw it because a spare usher shift was available and a friend at work had mentioned it. But wow, talk about a movie after my own heart. It’s a claymation film from Belgium, ostensibly for children, with a cracked-out sense of humor. If you enjoy horses with purses and drunkenness and upside-down undersea worlds and robotic penguins and millions of bricks, this movie is for you! Apparently it’s on Netflix Streaming right now, so you all really have no excuse not to check this one out.
I Am Love
Just a gorgeous film, this one. Tilda Swinton (the lady, not the cat, may he rest in peace) plays a wealthy Russian socialite married into an Italian family. And for a couple hours we get to watch them find various truths for themselves via some beautiful cinematography and excellent sound editing. It was a joy to watch. If that’s not enough to get you to see it, consider it the cinematic equivalent of pouring out a 40 for Michael’s dearly departed cat.
Wah Do Dem
A Brooklyn hipster goes on a cruise to Jamaica alone thanks to an ill-timed breakup, ends up stranded in the country with no wallet, shirt or shoes, and makes his way to the US Embassy in Kingston via misadventures. This film should have been insufferable (it was made for like $50k with handheld cameras and non-actors) but it was actually rather wonderful. It captured the whole range of foreign travel experiences, from the horrible to the sublime, and really just made me happy to be out in the world, misadventures and all.
The Room
Let’s face it, we all knew I was going to love the shit out of this movie. I am a big fan of terrible movies, and The Room was one of the best/worst I’ve seen. A must-see – and don’t forget to watch for the spoons…
So there you have it! And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some homemade focaccia (rosemary + grape) to check on…
cultural differences, exhibit a, originally uploaded by lynnith.
As I mentioned in my last post, I spent the past few days in New Plymouth playing for team Wellington in the first of three national Women’s Basketball Championship tournaments. We ended up in seventh place (out of ten), which wasn’t a bad result considering we’d only put the team together a week before. It took us a few games to find our feet and we lost our first three before winning the final two. I came away from the tournament fairly pleased; five games in three days was brutal for someone as old and lazy as myself, but I pushed through and ended up having a great final game, nabbing 12 points and a few blocks.
Not many of you knew me when I was last a competitive basketball player. I stopped playing in 2001 at age 17 after years of serious training, games, tournaments, summer camps, fall ball, ice buckets, and creaky knees. By the end of it I was burned out, just another okay player from a string of underachieving teams. I never really looked back. Even at the UW, where a basketball band spot was pretty coveted, I didn’t bother to audition.
So you can imagine how strange and wonderful it is, ten years on, to be playing at a national level. I’m not sure how long this will last – I am not the player I used to be – but it is certainly fun to get a second chance at all this. Even if I do have to deal with an annoyingly over-sized key and things like the above photo, which I can only assume is an elaborate So D-Vine reference!
For some reason this song (from the fabulous Local Hero) has been stuck in my head all week. Including in the middle of basketball games. So now I am passing the savings on to you!
Here are some updates on my life since I last blogged about a billion months ago…
There you have it – updates! More later…
Facedowns, the travel photo project I’ve been working on with my brother and my friend Amy for the last 4 years, has been getting some love on the internest recently. We’ve been spotted by some neat blogs, internet TV in Germany, radio in Salt Lake City and Bremen, news in Greece, the Korean equivalent of Yahoo, and a few other sites around the world in the past few weeks. And today we were profiled in the Seattle PI! I wish I could say this now means I am rich and famous and never have to work again, but as far as I can tell I still have to go to my temp accounts-payable job on Monday. Shame.
At any rate, it’s been pretty awesome to watch our work fly around the virtual world! Now if somebody would only pay us to do the same in the real world…
the gang at the acdc show, originally uploaded by lynnith.
Yeah, so I’ve been neglecting this blog thing for a while, but you know, blogging and traveling is hard, whine whine whine whine. But you two readers (hi mom! hi dad!) are in luck, because tonight I am taking a break from being utterly trashy (see above photograph) to recap my last few months in the middle of nowhere.
Avid readers will note that this blog last left off as I was packing to leave my home in Melbourne, whining about the 90 degree heat. As of late I have become a professional flee-er of summer, so should not surprise anybody that I landed in Auckland just in time to experience its famed 60s-and-raining weather. After a couple days in NZ sprawl, I caught a Stray bus north to Paihia in the Bay of Islands. I spent a week up there, hiking, sand-boarding, boating, eating pies, and brushing up on my beer pong skills. I saw whales, waterfalls, cows, and best of all, an east coast sorority girl try to explain the concept of rush week to the English. It was great.
The weather started getting too warm (UPPER 60s!), so after my week in Paihia I packed my bags and headed for Seoul, S. Korea to visit Our Lady of Catface for Thanksgiving. My friend Amy, who some of you may know as 1/3 of Facedowns, has been teaching English out there for the last year. This was our second expat Thanksgiving – previously, we taught the Irish about green bean casserole and garlic mashed potatoes and gluttony despite the Great Chip Pan Fire Incident of ’06. Fortunately, this time we didn’t lose our intended kitchen three days before the feast. And we’re quite proud of our massive achievement – the upstairs neighbor called the cops on our party at 7pm on a Saturday! Result!
Disinterested in any further run-ins with the law, I fled back to New Zealand and commenced a bus tour of the North Island’s tourist hotspots. Highlights included boogie boarding and flying fox-ing in Raglan, blackwater rafting in the caves of Waitomo, rafting down a 7m waterfall in Rotorua, walking around White Island (an active marine volcano) in a gas mask and hard hat, and the ultimate NZ tourist activity, skydiving at Lake Taupo. I had a fantastic time, and met some great people, but NZ is hard on the pocketbook, so a week before Christmas I headed down to Wellington to resume working. And in typical me fashion I’ve been funemployed ever since! Actually, that’s not true – I’ve been doing a bit of temping, but (don’t tell my agencies) I don’t consider that real work (or fun!).
The upshot to being underemployed is that I have been doing a bunch of cooking. In the last few months I’ve successfully made fresh pasta & ravioli, peanut butter, jam, dill pickles, pulled pork, barbecue sauce, scones, muffins, applesauce, roasted chicken & stock, tomato sauce, and all kinds of other delicious things. I am going to try to blog a bit more often, and hopefully share some recipes as I try them.
More updates soon (so I promise) about what I’ve been up to in Wellington and etc…
oh, just baking cookies and gazing at my awesome view, originally uploaded by lynnith.
I’ll be posting about all my travels since Melbourne soon. Until then, enjoy the view I have every time I go into my kitchen!
KOALA GLAMOUR SHOT!, originally uploaded by lynnith.
It’s getting warm here in Melbourne. Today it hit 90, which was a bit high for my weak winter constitution. Our little backpacker hovel doesn’t have air conditioning, so I’m doing the next best thing and moving to New Zealand tomorrow!
My work contract ended last Friday, and in the past week I’ve wasted no time getting into vacation mode. I spent the weekend in Sydney, and was surprised to discover that I actually like it up there. Melbourne & Sydney have a fierce rivalry and usually folks like one or the other, but despite my love for Melbs I think I could really enjoy living in Sydney. I managed to pack quite a bit into the weekend – everything from a 10k coastal walk to some Prokofiev at the Opera House. And I even got to ride a ferry!
Back in Melbs, I spent a couple free days doing classy things like watching ethnographic films at ACMI and eating delicious meals. Then it was off to the Great Ocean Road for 2 days, where I took the above photo. Also, in what is beginning to be a trend, I took to the skies over the 12 Apostles, in a helicopter this time. Don’t worry, though – despite all this height-related tourism, I’m not jumping on (off?) the skydiving bandwagon just yet.
It’s kind of funny to be excited to leave a city I really like, but I think New Zealand is going to be great fun. And it certainly helps that I’m planning to come back here in a couple years. I’d write about my thoughts on moving around at more length, but I think the heat has completely fried my brain. Time to pack the carryon, I think, and drink some wine!
