Covid-19 Journal – NZ Edition #2
Beyond the need to stretch my legs, cycling is a nice way to get a peek at the outside world. We’ve been hiding out now for at least five weeks. Two weeks on since I last posted and still we’re getting long days, and weeks with hardly any rain. So it was strange to see…
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Covid-19 Journal – NZ Edition #1
I went cycling the other day. Probably further than I should have done. About twenty kilometres in all, though I was being sensible, sticking to within a five km radius of where I lived in Mt Eden, Auckland, NZ. Cornwall Park sits inside that circle. It’s a beautiful green park filled with sheep, cows, archery…
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Water Tank.
Jay looked across the dunes, past the sand tussock, the beach to the ocean in the distance. It was late summer and it had been a good one. A strong northerly was blowing today. It was against the tide, whitecaps littered the ocean from one end to the other. It was warm despite the wind….
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The altMBA.
A couple of weeks ago I finished Seth Godin’s altMBA. I’m not sure if you know who he is? He’s the bald guy who always wears a business shirt, colourful glasses with a tie to match. He’s articulate, knows his stuff and happens to be one of the best marketers and strategists currently roaming the…
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Space Opera.
Councilor Moria de Curson waited for the luxury pod to switch itself from horizontal to vertical. Her seat remained fixed as everything around her moved. She took the light-blue and gold headdress from the seat beside her, placed it on her head, then checked a mirrored door before exiting the pod. She watched it flip…
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The Inner Eye – A sneak peak of The Security (New Novel).
I like being still. Quiet. Just being present to the moment. It’s taken me years to learn this. I think of what it might have given me during the worst of those years. When there was no quiet, even in solitude. In there you were forced to listen. Not because you chose to, you had…
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Short Circuit.
-˜That’s it mate. Loop it through the arms, figure-eight n’ back again. Tie it off in a reef knot, yeah?’ -˜A what?’ -˜A fucking reef knot mate.’ Tom just stared at him through the holes in his balaclava. Jimmy shook his own covered head. -˜Never mind mate, I’ll sort it m’self. Jesus.’ He nudged him…
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The Lakehouse.
The lake is still tonight, pitch black. It’s the moons reflection and the stars above that make it visible. The haunting call of solitary loon echoes across the night sky as it drifts by leaving thin cuts on its surface. I’m perched in my favourite chair on a wooden deck above it. The chair’s a…
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A quiet madness.
I saw the Joker the other night. I have a good mate that joins me for films that he wouldn’t necessarily choose, though between us, we get to see some good stuff. Don’t get me wrong, there’s crap along the way. Have you seen The Meg? I personally thought it was a glorious mess. It…
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Hank Symmons stood on the south side of Mount Maunganui watching runners, walkers, and hikers making their way around the circuit at its base. The sun was setting, though while everyone else had a bit of urgency to them, Hank stood still about twenty meters above the path. His back rested against a large chunk…
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