Photoshop watch out.

How’s your signal-to-noise? My noise seems awfully high right now.

On the plus side, some wonderful writing has been posted to Lost in Transit. Those guys are so good it makes me afraid to post anything.

My wife fell asleep on the sofa last night while drinking tea.
With the teacup and saucer balanced on her stomach! That’s what I call living life on the edge.

She was exhausted because it was her birthday, and she celebrated by taking a sick cat to the vet’s.

I have found Pakeha New Zealanders to be a little schizophrenic about how they see themselves as New Zealanders. Pakeha is a Maori word describing white New Zealanders of European descent. The word Pakeha has been said to have originally meant various things: ‘pale’, ‘ghost’, ‘white pig’ and ‘white lice’, but its origins are still a source of debate. Today, it is a word in common usage, and perfectly acceptable.

My husband always refers to himself as Pakeha. When filling in forms, if he has only the option ‘European New Zealander’ to tick under ethnicity, he is livid. “I’m not European!” he’ll exclaim. “My family has lived in New Zealand for five generations. In what sense am I European?!”

Others, many from older generations, are offended by the word Pakeha. Perhaps they feel a loss of identity at being defined in a non-European way. They cling to the traditions of the Old World.

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Give that obscure object of your desire a full-body massage. Once you have them naked and relaxed on that massage table, moaning with pleasure under your firm yet gentle grip, you’re already more than halfway there!

This epiphany came to me yesterday at the spa, not coincidentally as I lay there getting a massage. She was a not unattractive woman about my age, in jeans and a white polo shirt, with shoulder-length black hair. Every now and then she’d lean over to wrench a joint a bone a muscle and her hair would gently brush my skin. I felt a huge wave of affection for my masseuse. I wished I were king, so I could eliminate income tax for masseuses and masseurs.

Anyway. Try it and let me know if it works!

A lot of us end up somewhere else than where we start out. Some of us are now writing about the experience at Lost in Transit.

http://lostintransit.org is a group weblog by expatriates living around the globe. Go take a look at it, it really seriously rocks.

Leif Utne has a blog!
And I own more shares than anyone else right now! They only cost a penny!