Our house, in the middle of the street Nearly a year since we arrived, the whole Moving to New Zealand thing has been going pretty darned w...

Excuse me while I kiss the mattress ...Egad, is that the time? So this week I began my new work schedule , which is on the one hand is grand...

It was eight years ago today... ...That some crazy kiwi married some wacko American journalist. A lot's changed since then - the manic ...

The Favorites #1: Actress, Song of the Week, Blog In the interest of trying to keep this blog a valuable destination point in your Internett...

A quick dip into 'Mister Pip' "Mister Pip" is a haunting New Zealand book by Lloyd Jones that's being pipped (er, so...

Of newspapers, vampires and the Tardis Random thoughts: • Work, work, work, work. It's been good but extraordinarily busy these last cou...

The Perfect Songs, Part XI Right on, right on, here's another installment in my perpetual series of brief essays on songs I would deem ...

No worries, mate! I've been diligently learning my kiwi slang this past year, all the "yonks" and "dags" and "h...

The eternal sickness Ye gods, it never ends. Despite this being, weather-wise, one of the better winters we've experienced in years, fee...

He yam what he yam: Popeye is back OK, Popeye the Sailor Man is no spring chicken - he's 78 years old now. He's still strong to the ...