HARD NEWS 12/12/02 - On the P and Other Stories
Hi folks,
Public Address continues to go nicely - although I'm finding it a bit difficult to attend to business amid the parties
and (more to the point) multiple Christmas deadlines.
The perils of success, I guess. But I'll be sorting out a few more things next week - and I'm delighted to announce that
Jolisa Gracewood will be joining us soon with her new blog, Busy Town. She's a New Zealander who writes from New York,
where she is finishing a doctorate at Cornel University, and she's very clever.
Anyway, there are new posts all round on Public Address right now. They include:
On the P | Dec 12, 2002 10:28
Russell Brown's Hard News
The unpleasant track record of crystal methamphetamine - aka "pure" or "P" - has been extended a little further with the
revelation that William Bell, convicted yesterday in connection with the RSA triple murder - was a heavy user, and had
binged several hours before he bashed three people to death in the course of a robbery...
That time of the year again... | Dec 11, 2002 19:36
Damian Christie - Cracker With Attitude
Hands up everybody who wants an extra week's holiday! Yeah exactly, me too. Imagine that, four weeks every year sitting
around doing sweet F.A; Hanging around the beach, getting unproductively good at Playstation, taking a short course in
Ceroc dancing, pottery, terrapin raising, whatever spins your wheels...
I have a bad feeling about this | Dec 10, 2002 20:22
Now playing in the Muse Lounge
When I went into Balmoral this morning to empty my mailbox I counted the neighbourhood's third broken shop front in a
fortnight. All three windows belong to clearly-signed Asian businesses. Hopefully it's traditional vandalism rather than
a gift from Winston Peter's white Christmas...
Finished with dancing | Dec 08, 2002 19:28
Debra Daley's astral plane
I have had some trouble with the witness lately. Maybe it's the time of year, with its distracting deadlines, but my
witness keeps disappearing on me. As a result my meditation practice has lost serenity. All my babbling, evaluating
mental voices are hanging around at the entrance to my inner temple and I can't push past them. Not that the witness
could care less about this predicament. As Ram Dass says, the witness ...
Get in there, then.
Cheers,
RB