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!