Free Wellington: on your phone!

Okay, you know how the Welling­ton­ista have a twit­ter account that you can sign up to in order to receive updates to your phone about what’s going on in the city? Yeah, I sup­pose I should be the first per­son to admit that does­n’t go so well. You see, despite the fact that all Welling­ton­istas know the login and pass­word for it, there are only a small hand­ful of us who use Twit­ter, and all of us there­fore have our phones con­fig­ured with our per­son­al accounts, which means any updates to the Welling­ton­ista Twit­ter have to come from online, which means we’re tied down to a com­put­er.

Well, clever peo­ple have come up with solu­tions to let every­one use their own per­son­al accounts to update one main twit­ter. I first expe­ri­enced this at Web­stock, with the Web­stock Twit­ter bot which ran hot dur­ing the con­fer­ence. Now there’s the Free Welling­ton account, which will send you updates on things to do for free or under $10 in Welling­ton. But here’s the trick: you can update it too. Just fol­low FreeWelling­ton on twit­ter, and pref­ace your updates with an FW, and every­one will be able to know what the water’s like at the beach, or why they should be stay­ing the hell away from Wai­t­an­gi Park

It’s a genius scheme. Now we’re just hop­ing that the Welling­ton­ista will get a bot of its very own for Xmas!

Fire! Explosions! Twitter!

Some­times, we receive our news about Welling­ton from Twit­ter:

And then we fol­low it up with emails:

10:05 am (7 min­utes ago) llew:
Quay Cor­po­rate told me that some­thing near them is on fire — they’re very near Real Groovy

And more emails:

10:06 am (6 min­utes ago) James Guthrie:
yep. 2m flames com­ing from a bust pipe.

10:08 am (7 min­utes ago) Hadyn Green:
that’d be why pow­er was out every­where*.
blog it!

And now we need you to fill in the details for us!

* That explains why the bus wires were down this morn­ing. Sigh. It’s hard to be pas­sion­ate pub­lic trans­port advo­cate some­times.

Hurray, it’s Webstock Week!

Don't mug Kat, she doesn't have an iPhoneSo, we did­n’t post in advance to tell you about Web­stock, because it’s sold out.

We do think you should know though that if you’re see­ing a large num­ber of peo­ple around the Town Hall this week car­ry­ing these sexy-ass satchels, they’re Web­stock­ites, and they’re all about the peace, love and inter­net. You may also be able to recog­nise them by the shiny gad­gets they car­ry that fea­ture pic­tures of apples promi­nent­ly, the cof­fees they’ll be knock­ing back at an alarm­ing rate, and the excit­ed, enthu­si­as­tic and emphat­ic con­ver­sa­tions they’ll be car­ry­ing out with peo­ple who were com­plete strangers an hour ear­li­er.

So, if you’re not a Brown­coat brown­bag car­ri­er, we sug­gest that you lock up your sons and daugh­ters, unleash your net­works and put some more beer in the fridge for us. Cheers!

Bloggers Predict: 2008

So last night, the good peo­ple of Unlim­it­ed Poten­tial held their annu­al Blog­gers Pre­dict event, in which they get a bunch of guys (empha­sis on the all male­ness of the event) to say what they think is going to hap­pen over the year.

The Blog­gers

No doubt those nice peo­ple will post about what their pre­dic­tions were, so let me instead tell you what my pre­dic­tions are, and then after the jump, I will share with you my thoughts on the night in note form.

My predictions

  • Hope­ful­ly they’ll try hard­er to get a woman on the pan­el. “They’re all at the Lin­ux Con­fer­ence” is not good enough, because while I do love Bren­da, turns out that there actu­al­ly are oth­er females inter­est­ed in tech­nol­o­gy in Welling­ton. I sup­pose they could argue that no women approached them in 2007 about doing it, but meh.
  • Face to face con­tact will make a come­back, facil­i­tat­ed by inter­net arrange­ments, like Face­book Events, etc. The stig­ma of meet­ing some­one over the inter­net will be almost entire­ly gone.
  • All new work­place Codes of Con­duct will specif­i­cal­ly men­tion blog­ging

After the jump, my non­sen­si­cal (did I men­tion there was free beer?) notes from the night.

(FTW) Wigs for Whigs

me as Madonna, not Marilyn. Honest.Let’s say that you have a dress-up par­ty to go to, maybe with an ‘Amer­i­can Mis­takes’ theme, and maybe you want a blonde wig to go with your red dress so that you can be Anna Nicole Smith. Where should you get that blonde wig from? Well, if you’re a pub­lic ser­vant at the Molesworth end of town, you might head down to Cre­ative Show Off Cos­tume Hire on Thorn­don Quay, and pay $20 for a wig. But if you’re smart, you’ll go to the Cos­tume Cave on Wake­field Street instead, and only pay $10. Cos­tume Cave for the win!

Patting ourselves on our collective back. Again.

So, 2007 has pret­ty much kicked some ass, and sucked some ass, but let’s con­cen­trate on the good­ness.

In 2007, the Welling­ton­ista:

  • Gained eight new mem­bers (Anna, Che, Dan, Kim­ber­ley, Kowhai, MG, Mitch, Stephen and Sue)
  • Got four new dayjobs (Me, Llew, MG, Noizy)
  • Grew one baby (Kim­ber­ley)
  • Opened one shop (Martha)
  • Launched one mag­a­zine (Mitch)
  • Got Rus­sell Brown drunk a cou­ple of times
  • Hugged Blam Blam Blam
  • Made a total of at least six appearences in the Dom Post, not count­ing Kim­ber­ley’s sto­ries
  • Got on the bad side of Rex Nicholls and John McGrath
  • Had a 1100% increase in vot­ing for our awards.

Yay for us! What are your pre­dic­tions for 2008?

Embracing your inner show-mom

Late notice but tonight at the Film Archive, cnr of Tarana­ki and Ghuznee Streets, at 6:30pm the Friends of the Film Archive present a spe­cial insight into baby con­tests, beau­ty com­pe­ti­tions and screen tests from yes­ter­year. It’s free. It’s hilar­i­ous. Here’s the blurb:

“Contest Films from the silent era and the 1930s are pre­sent­ed afresh. Strug­gling ear­ly New Zealand film mak­ers made a liv­ing with their cam­eras putting the faces of the young, beau­ti­ful and tal­ent­ed on the screen to be judged by pop­u­lar vote.”

Auckland vs. Wellington

A dif­fer­ent long week­end away pro­vides anoth­er oppor­tu­ni­ty to reex­am­ine the age-old bat­tle. After our first chap­ter, Secret Agent Robyn came down from Auck­land to check out our city. This is her report…

Get­ting there: The air­port bus runs past my place every 20 min­utes. I wait­ed for 30 min­utes, but there was no sign of the bus. I start­ed to pan­ic and called a taxi. $50 lat­er I was at the air­port, but too late for check-in. Oh no! But fate smiled upon me — due to ‘weath­er’ in Welling­ton, the plane was late, so they could check me in after all. In Welling­ton, the taxi to my hotel was cheap, but slow in a way that proves the bypass was a dumb idea. Welling­ton wins this one for delay­ing my flight.

Wellington vs. Auckland

A long week­end away pro­vides the per­fect oppor­tu­ni­ty to re-exam­ine the age-old bat­tle. In our first chap­ter, our agent goes to Auck­land. In our next chap­ter, an ene­my agent will come here…

Air­port access: Get­ting to Welling­ton Air­port, from Thorn­don via a quick stop in Hataitai to pick up my suit­case took less than half an hour, and the only cost was some grov­el­ling to my moth­er. Get­ting to the CBD of Auck­land via a shut­tle took an hour and cost $26 — that’s 15 min­utes longer than the actu­al flight, and only $13 less than the tick­et. Welling­ton 1, Auck­land 0.

Air­ports: Welling­ton air­port has only one ter­mi­nal, which is bliss­ful­ly fast food chain-free and it’s a sexy big space. You can get Fuel cof­fee, and Wish­bone food (which caters to a wide range of dietary require­ments) but it’s loud and bust­ly, and the stools they have at coun­ters are shiny met­al and you slip off them. Mean­while, Auck­land Air­port may have Burg­er King and Mac­Don­alds, but they also have a juice bar with those posh award-win­ning recov­er­able design style chairs. A tie.

Who’s going to drive you home tonight?

So by now, you’ve vot­ed (you have right? Vot­ing clos­es today!) and picked out what you’re going to wear to the awards (and if you wear a magen­ta dress too, I might just have to cut you), so have you set­tled upon your pub­lic trans­port options as to how you’re going to get home after­wards? If you’re going to be drink­ing, you of course can’t dri­ve. And we’re not rec­om­mend­ing you leave before mid­night, so that means the bus­es are out. Unless you’re plan­ning on walk­ing (which we advise you to do in pairs, nat­u­ral­ly), you’re prob­a­bly going to get a taxi. How about you try out a Green Cab? Their all-Prius fleet and com­mit­ment to plant­i­ng trees to off­set their car­bon, along with their “ ‘ethics first busi­ness sec­ond” mantra sits hap­pi­ly with the dirty lefty hip­pies of the Welling­ton­ista. Plus, their cabs stand out, so if you take one home in a less than awake state, you’ll know who to call in the morn­ing if you leave some­thing in the cab, and their police-checked dri­vers should mean you’ll get safe­ly home.

Dis­claimer: I’ve nev­er actu­al­ly riden in a Green Cab. Yet. But I like the idea. And they have a free num­ber to call — 0508 4 47336 (0508 4 GREEN), which is great for those who are cred­it­ly chal­lenged!