In celebration of the time-warping, laws of physics-breaking, booty-shaking universe of The Fast and the Furious. Definitely contains spoilers for FF 1-8.
In Wellington there exists a not-so-secret society of film lovers, who congregate every Monday night from March to November at the temple of cinema that is the Embassy. We worship at the silver screen: art-house, international, classic, and occasionally cult cinema. Founded in 1946, I remember my father going off to his Film Society eveningContinue reading “In the beginning… there was Film Society”
Why we need to pay for a free press.
This is a time of milestones, so naturally I’m feeling a wee bit reflective. I turned 45 yesterday. This week is also the 20th anniversary of beginning my first full-time professional job, as a baby researcher fresh out of library school, at Ernst & Young in Auckland. I’ve spent the last two weeks contemplating aContinue reading “Today is the first day of the rest of my life”
Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice! How many of you heard that reproach growing up. Sullen teenagers, you tried to stick up for your rights, object when some injustice was being forced upon you, or just emit a barbaric yawp when you felt your opinion or feelings weren’t being heard. But theContinue reading “We need to talk about racism – and if not now, when?”
We all know that feeling. It starts maybe on the Saturday afternoon or the Sunday morning at the end of a holiday. At an unfeasibly early hour on Monday, the alarm is going to go off, summoning us back to our routine, which probably involves hours at a desk. And no matter what your job,Continue reading “Why I’m happy to go back to work”