Titirangi

Titirangi. I named this blog Titirangi Storyteller after the village I call home. It’s part of Waitakere City, considered one of the ‘rougher’ areas of Auckland – but the way I see it, that rep keeps the house prices down and snooty folks who work in ‘firms’ rather than for companies’ away from the place.Continue reading “Titirangi”

Some things I noticed in New York

Back in March 09 my pal Bindi and I abandoned our husbands to ten days of looking after themselves so we could take a little jaunt of our own off to New York. You may recall in the piece Planning for New York on the Cheap, that we made a zillion plans and hoped to getContinue reading “Some things I noticed in New York”

Spirited Away

I don’t often sit down to write a review intending to convince everyone that reads it to go see the movie in question.  You’ve got your blockbusters, and chick flicks, action movies and art house films and raunchy teen comedies and sci-fi and kiddie stuff and so on and so on… and most people seemContinue reading “Spirited Away”

On the streets of Antigua

Apologies for being remiss in posting, but I’ve been knocked back by the flu – which kind I am not sure, but it’s nastiest thing to invade my nooks and crannies in 20 years. Thought I’d throw up a few of my favourite photos from Antigua, in Guatemala… the ancient and the modern live sideContinue reading “On the streets of Antigua”

Paradise – on a white paper plate

A long, long time ago, back when I lived in the USofA, I lived in Rochester, New York. In a very bad neighbourhood. It was the kind of neighbourhood you read about in the newspaper and no sane person would never ever go there at night what with the crack dealers and prostitutes and paroleesContinue reading “Paradise – on a white paper plate”

Strange things in Tallinn

I was but a lass of 18 when I read “The Fountainhead” and was swept away by Howard Roark’s incorruptable rightness and the unusurpable power of architecture to define who we are. I’ve mellowed, wisened, thankfully matured with age – but my fascination with architecture in all its forms continues. Especially new architecture in oldContinue reading “Strange things in Tallinn”

Poking my nose where it doesn’t belong

It used to be a bad thing – at least – I was taught poking my nose where it didn’t belong was a bad thing. Over the years I’ve come to realise that most of the stuff I was taught about appropriate social behaviour was half-truths or outright lies. I was supposed to behave inContinue reading “Poking my nose where it doesn’t belong”

Ran into Camus and bumped my head

Accidentally bumped into Camus the other day, a dangerous thing to do on a balmy summer night. But he was sitting there with nothing else to do but open up to me. Egad.  Camus.  Nope, can’t say the conversation went well.  He began by telling me that all life springs from the absurd – aContinue reading “Ran into Camus and bumped my head”

Three from Luis Buñuel

Un Chien Andalou put both Salvador Dali and Luis Buñuel on the map with its opening scene of a young woman passively submitting as her eyeball is sliced open with a razor. An eye-opener even today, in 1929 it was positively shocking – resulting in the movie running in theatres for nearly a year. OneContinue reading “Three from Luis Buñuel”