Remember this little guy? I just spoke to him on the phone. He said my name, and his first English word, "butterfly". It's always so incredible when a kid learns to say your name for the first time. Noa has a broken leg at the moment, but he seems quite happy about getting to watch The Lion King on continuous repeat.
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Hinemoana finally has a blog. Yay! I hope it keeps going for more than 14 days...
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It’s been a long time since I was conscious for the dawn. It’s amazing how bustling the city is at 5:30am. My favourite whole-in-the-wall-coffee-place, Coffee 32 on Terrace opens long before the light seeps into the edges of the sky... and what’s more, by 6:30 there’s a queue of people waiting for there first shot of the day.
The world really does seem fresh and new this early. Me, though, I feel like crap. The kind of seedy, queasy feeling that comes a few hours after you think “it’s so late there’s no point going to bed anymore.”
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There was this article on Stuff about how someone had leaked photos of Brad and Angelina’s baby. And it seemed like a serious article. At the bottom it had a link to a site with the leaked photos, and when I clicked on the link it went to a photo of B & A with a baby admitting an eery yellow glow. It was weird, it didn’t seem in character for Stuff to have such a tongue in cheek article. Maybe they thought it was real and didn’t check the link?
Apparently Tom and Kate (Tom says she's a woman now, she can't be called Katie) were too slow to secure suricruise.com and now it hosts a countdown to the moment Suri comes of age. Poor kid.
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I only made it to three movies in Outtakes, but one of them was great, Around The World, two documentaries about queer people in various countries. The first one featured people from Pakistan, Kenya and Brasil, and the persecution they faced as a result of their sexuality. It made me glad I’d spoken and voted for GalaXies to support ILGA. Imagine knowing that you could be stoned to death if people found out who you loved.
The second doco was a bit lighter, and covered a range of themes. Marriage in Hawaii, dealing with death in Aotearoa, being a tom boy in Hong Kong, and lesbian parenting in Costa Rica. Ooooooh it was so good to hear those tico accents! It really took me back to the time I spent with the lesbian community in San Jose. It looks like things are great there, they even had a queer street party. I doubt that San Carlos, the small town I lived in for 5 months, has changed much though. Still, it really made me want to go back, and look for some of the people I’ve lost touch with.
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I also saw WTC view, which was good, not amazing, but better than Fun in Girls Shorts, which was mostly painful. It gave me quite a lot of insight into what the aftermath of 911 must have been like for NYers. I didn’t really follow the aftermath, the survivor stories etc at the time. I think partly I didn’t feel mentally able to cope with such a huge tragedy, and partly I didn’t want to devote so much attention to this particular tragedy, just because it happened in a western country. I especially didn’t want to hear stories about how God “saved” certain people that day. So I never really thought about what it would smell like, what it would be like to know you were breathing in the ashes of those incinerated buildings, people, offices, computers and all. Or what it would be like to look out the window and see the smoke, week after week. The people in the film were people I could relate to, green-voting, arty, queer. It made it so much more real for me.
So did this article.
I do remember where I was when I heard about the twin towers. I don’t want to remember, because it’s such a cliché. But I do. I was dozing in my little attic room, half awake enough to hear something on the radio about the World Trade Center being bombed. I drifted back to sleep, and I wasn’t really sure of what I’d heard. I’d never heard of the World Trade Center. At the time I was hanging around with anarchists, and going to lots of protests against the World Trade Organisation, so I thought maybe the WTC was the building where the WTO hung out. I wasn’t sure if the news was a bad thing or a good thing. I thought maybe it was just a building, and there were no people in it, and maybe I should think bombing it was a good thing, because the WTO was a bad thing. But I wasn’t sure. So I waited to see how other people would react.
My friend Nick had stayed the night, and when we both woke up properly, he said “did I dream it, or did the WTC get blown up?” We climbed down the ladder, and it was a bit early for the news on National Radio but I turned it on anyway, and of course the programming had all been replaced with WTC coverage, and I began to realise the horror of the situation.
So, I’ll always remember that moment of hearing, and the guilt I felt afterwards about thinking it might be a good thing.
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I remember what I was doing when I heard about Princess Diana too. No matter how hard I try to be the exception to the rule, these moments are burned into my brain.
hey fi!
just wondering... did you ever get the postcard i sent you in dunners?
:-)