NZ Proverbs

Over the past few months I’ve been looking at casual graffiti and listening to children and learning a lot of life truths and lessons.  Here they are, in no particular order.  Make of them what you will.


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Canterbury, New Zealand (click to enlarge)

Canterbury, New Zealand
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It’s something my dad says when there’s a good or fortuitous event.  “Boomer!”  Akin to “awesome” or “right on” or “that’s the way,” the joyous exclamation of “boomer!” when all’s well is something my brother recently revived (and I happily perpetuated) on this little trip of ours.

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The Voyeur

Mt Eden, Auckland (click to enlarge)

Mt Eden, Auckland
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I watched without embarrassment, thoroughly devouring the people, the bows, the hands, the feet, the strings, the glances, the smiles, the concentration.

The choreography of classical compositions is intimate, and watching the notes unfold must be both the eighth sin and wonder of the world.  l feel gloriously unnoticed in my noticing, however, as everyone is doing the same.  Everyone is watching.

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A Creation Story

Creation stories have always fascinated me because they’re treated so differently among different cultures.  In the white, Western world, what the Ancient Greeks/Haida/Iroquois/so on believe in is called “legend,” implying a history and mystery that quite clearly suggests that these are simply fanciful tales that non-monotheistic peoples naively believe.  (Don’t even get me started on how such terms consistently place living cultures in the past…)

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To Mordor, Unprepared

Mount Ngauruhoe (Mount Doom)
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I don’t know what Peter Jackson’s Frodo and Sam were always complaining about.  Mordor is beautiful.

It’s got that extraterrestrial, shiny, molten look to it that makes it enticingly tactile but still so untouchable.  Like plastic.

This is the Tongariro Alpine Crossing, a trip that we, like our dear hobbit friends, found ourselves unexpectedly thrown into by a well-intentioned but somewhat distracted older fellow.  Except in place of a beard and pipe, this one came armed with only a couple days’ worth of stubble at best and a fistful of marmite on toast.

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