The opinionist by Moata Tamaira

Last week I came home to find my back door open.

Late last year I saw a trailer for the movie Mārama and knew immediately I wanted to see it.

Wherein Moata makes the case that a trip to the movie theatre as a solo activity might be the optimum way of doing it.

Hey ho, faithful reader!

Today is National Poetry Day in Aotearoa and so, in the long and worthy tradition of scribblers everywhere, I have trawled through a variety of notebooks (and in at least one case, my Facebook posts) to find things that kinda-maybe-sorta could be consider…

I often bike to work and when I do I cut through a neighbourhood park that has a local primary school adjacent to it.

Hey ho, it's me, your infrequent writer of internet reckons.

Today has been a weird one, what with one thing and another so if you're feeling bewildered, anxious, angry or any combination thereof nobody could blame you and certainly I won't.

Content Warning: Contains swears It's been a minute since I wrote anything which is not to say that there haven't been things worth writing about.

It's a public holiday here today in Ōtautahi and I already had plans to sit down at some point, possibly as a way of avoiding vacuuming, and write something because, as has become typical, there's a bit going on.

When it comes to films I have often, lately, fallen into watching things that are either comforting1 or escapist.

So, here we are at the end of another wiki o te reo Māori.

Bad news is everywhere (especially in my Bluesky feed).

There have been many times in the last 5 years when I've thought about writing about my experience of being in Christchurch on the 15th of March 2019 - the day of the terror attacks on the Muslim community in our city - but I've been mindful of not centri…

I had an entirely different post planned for today but that one was kind of a downer and I don't think it's necessarily what's required on this particular day, in this particular cursed timeline.