I’ve just switched to a new web server with the mysterious Toaster, Kettle & Spoon, because I felt that my existing web hosting was not cool enough. (I tried gluing an ironic moustache on my DNS but that did not work.)
The new site should be faster than the old one which was a bit special. I had less than 24 hours to get stuff switched over, which is a bit of a mammoth task when you have two substantial websites. Of course, I had a ton of help from TK&S admin The Morgan, who went above and beyond with his assistance. #topbloke
There might be things that don’t work properly, but I won’t be able to fix them for a couple of weeks as I am off to explore historic Northland. Until then, if something is a bit broken, just think of it as being rustic or artisan or some such.
I’m really into French (language) hip hop at the moment. It’s my new BFF.
In August when “Royals” was burning up the charts all around the world and I was idly wondering in which countries it wasn’t number one. It turns out it wasn’t number one in France. Over yonder there, the top song was “Papaoutai” by Belgian rapper Stromae.
It’s an hip hop/electronica tune about a young man searching for his absent father, based on Stromae’s own experience – his Rwandan father was killed in the 1994 Rwandan genocide.
Does that sound really bleak? The song isn’t. Emotional yes, but you can still dance to it and sing along to the chorus (even if you don’t know most of the words).
The music video is great. It’s reminiscent of The Fuccons/Oh! Mikey, the weirdo Japanese shorts about an all-American family of mannequins. (And by making that connection, I feel that all that time I spent in the early 2000s watching too many films was fully justified.) Also, the video has great dancing in it.
I’m going to explore historic Northland. Aside from visiting rellies in Whangarei, I first went there on a family holiday in 1985 (the year when the happy-clappy Christians were at the campground and Dad yelled at them to shut up, which was so embarrassing), and then again in 2006 when I hung out with some pals in Tutukaka.
Turning to Northland has been one of my long-term plans. I want to get to the most northern point of New Zealand, the most westerly point of the North Island (within a few kilometres of each other, weirdly enough), to follow in the steps of my ancestors (?) and go to that fish and chip place everyone says is quite good.