22 December

Back from holiday. Justine to work. Home with the kids, who are in good form, excited by the novelty of living in a house again.

Maja, studying her ice cube: I want to kill these molecules. I'm going to put them in the freezer for 3 years.
Me: But molecules aren't people. They might not mind being stuck in a freezer for 3 years.
Maja (surprised). Oh. Four years, then.

Took lunch to Justine, who'd forgotten (i) her lunch; (ii) her wallet and (iii) her phone. The downside of going back to work after 4 days of holiday. Then on to the Mangere Pools. Besides being free, these polls have the following to commend them:

1. It is always easy to find my children, because they are the only white ones there.
2. Flava FM on the outside speakers. Everything feels better with some summer party jams once in a while (once every six months seems to be about right.)
3. They're actually quite good, what with the outdoor slides and the orca inside.

Bought smoked salmon and flaked it in with baked potatoes, carrots and courgettes (and a shitload of olive oil.) Amazing.

Waiting for Mataoho

In a non-Seinfeld, non-ironic sense, this is a blog about nothing. It is my experiment in the discipline of paying attention to everyday stuff. It is based on the vaguely Zen notion that everything is interesting if you do it slowly enough for a long enough time.

It's also partly inspired by Brian Eno's 'A Year With Swollen Appendices'.

Unless I change my mind, I'm not going to advertise this. If you've stumbled across it, don't expect to derive any enjoyment from it. It'll keep going until I'm bored of it. At which point, logically, I should just write more slowly and for longer.