I had to work today, but that’s ok cos working on a Saturday never quite feels the same as a regular weekday. I have come to the conclusion that the cancellation (voluntary ending?) of “Everyone Loves Raymond” is a blessed thing indeed.
After work I ambled along Hobson Street to the Maritime Museum where the third Public Address Great Blend event was being held. The function room at the museum (where, back in the Xtra days, I recall attending an event involving a Power Point presentation and drinks) is very tastefully decorated, with not a a ship’s wheel or mermaid in sight.
The audience was treated to clips from a three-part documentary by David Herkt about New Zealand’s history of illegal drugs. He noted that older people were more open to talking about their drug use. I suppose there’s less fear of the cops bashing down the door of a pensioner who admits to smoking pot in the ’60s than for a 20-year-old who did so last weekend.
The documentary looks very interesting, though it also seemed to be going to pain with the editing style in order to be really really dynamic and undocumentary-like, though the bit that really hooked the audience was Graham Brazier’s frank account of the first time he shot up.
Then there was a panel discussion on blogs and the media, or something like that. It should have been longer, because it felt like just as things got going, it had to be ended.
Oh, yes. There was the woman in the audience. She seemed to be in a state where she was acting like everyone on the panel was having a personal conversation with her and so she commented in response to things that people said. Most of the time it was, “Hear, hear,” or “Definitely, definitely.” But, for example, after Russell Brown mentioned how David Lange’s Oxford Union speech would be included in his book on New Zealand essays, she said something like, “Good, yeah, that’s a really important one.” As annoying as she was, there was also an odd entertainment value attached to her remarks.
Next up the Phoenix Foundation played. They are a magical band. They all look like they should be waiting in line to get Star Wars tickets, or sitting at home painting fantasy figurines, but there they are in a really cool band, making incredibly good music. They made me want to race out and buy their CDs.
The other attendees were of a slightly different make-up due to this Great Blend being part of the Readers and Writers Festival. I’m not normally down with the Readers and Writers Festival, but it’s good for the online side of things to be acknowledged with more than a “Ha ha!!! Bloggers!!!!” kind of thing.
This reminds me – the ninth anniversary of my website is coming up. How does one celebrate almost a decade of online writing?