Wanted: great T‑shirt designs

wanted - great t-shirt designers

All you bud­ding young clothes design­ers out there should be get­ting what­ev­er it is you use to design clothes ready for The Hini­tia­tive and Welling­ton City Mis­sion T‑Shirt design con­test that kicked off this week.

Open to all Welling­ton high school stu­dents, entries will be judged by a pan­el that includes Welling­ton fash­ion design­er, Robyn Math­ieson, cloth­ing stores Fusion Surf & Skate and Rex Royale, and The Church design com­pa­ny. The first place win­ner takes home $300 in store vouch­ers. Sec­ond, third also get store vouch­ers, but not quite so many. In addi­tion, all four final­ists will have their win­ning designs pro­duced into t‑shirts by The Hini­tia­tive and sold by select­ed stores in Welling­ton to help ben­e­fit Welling­ton City Mis­sion.

Do good, and look good doing it.

More info at the Hini­tia­tive web­site, and here’s a direct link to the design brief. Con­test dead­line is Sat­ur­day 11 August.

Numero Uno? Numero no no!

(Issue two is out now, but I have been slow. All judg­ments below are based on the first issue. I’m not buy­ing anoth­er one to see if it’s improved.)

When I saw the first issue of Uno on the shelves at the super­mar­ket, I was hop­ing it would be the Welling­ton equiv­a­lent of Metro — on a good day, not all “Why your kids’ school will give you can­cer and nev­er let them buy a house” Lis­ten­eresque. But it’s not. It’s real­ly, real­ly not. Instead it turns out that Uno is every bit as adver­tis­ing-copy dri­ven as the Welling­ton Guide — with­out the advan­tage of at least being Welly exclu­sive. I sup­pose I should have known bet­ter give that Welling­ton’s offi­cial vil­lain of 2006 is on the cov­er. After the jump, more rea­sons not to waste $9.95.

Lolmembers

This might quite pos­si­bly be ille­gal, but then again, they asked for it.

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More “satire, ridicule and den­i­gra­tion” after the jump…

Lollingtonista

If you’re a stranger to the whole Lol­cats phe­nom­e­non, then … lucky you. Please take a while to think about whether you want to ini­ti­ate your­self into a world that’s as point­less, yet as addic­tive, as P. Then read up on Lol­cats, Lol­rus, LOL Pres­i­dents and the self-ref­er­en­tial geek over­load that is Lol­code. Now you are ready for Lolling­ton.

Bucketz

More after the jump.

When you come back home

OK Road, 8 March 2007 7:18:29amSome­times there comes a time when you must leave this town, your town for a break — it could be a hol­i­day; it could be your OE; it could be that career move; it could be to do a geo­graph­i­cal and just get away.

What’s that? Your favourite barista moved to West­port, and you had to fol­low? (Yeah, OK. There’s always an excuse.) But soon­er or lat­er, you must come back. And when you do there is always a moment when you know you are home.

Here’s one such:

Com­ing down the Ngau­ran­ga Gorge there’s that long sweep­ing curve where the Hutt and Porirua motor­ways meet. Look up from the road and you’ll see Welling­ton arrayed in full panoply before you. There are our small clus­ter of tall build­ings stand­ing proud, feet in the sea and backs to the hills. There are the hills them­selves, steeply car­pet­ed with hous­es in defi­ance of tec­ton­ics and plain good sense, look­ing on to and out to the sea. There is the bowl of the har­bour, rimmed with bush and filled with reflect­ed sky. There is the sky, most­ly blue, some­times grey, often set with clouds scud­ding.

There it is. Our town. Where you live. Where I live.

Where is this moment for you?

Is it, as the Front Lawn once had it, fly­ing over­head?

over Welling­ton Har­bour
Ori­en­tal Bay is stand­ing there in the sun­light

Is it that first sip of Mojo or Fuel?

Is it Courte­nay Place at the week­end?

Where? What? With whom? Com­ment, zoomin, or blog away!

We’re tracking you.

So, I hope every­one’s now up to speed on cre­at­ing false iden­ti­ties, after the Domin­ion Post’s use­ful step-by-step front-page guide yes­ter­day, which talked you through the steps required in get­ting a fake dri­ver’s license or pass­port. Thanks Dom­Post!

What real­ly got us ner­vous though, was the myr­i­ad of ways in which our moves and actions through­out the day are tracked by ‘the man’.

The Dom­Post list­ed sev­er­al exam­ples of sup­pos­ed­ly ‘nefar­i­ous’ per­son­al data-col­lec­tion. Did you know that the web-brows­er you’re using this very moment to look at this page keeps a record of the fact that you’ve looked at the page? It’s true. Doc­tors, appar­ent­ly, also keep records of your var­i­ous vis­its. Sus­pi­cious? Almost cer­tain­ly.

And, even more insid­i­ous­ly, the library keeps a record of what items you have bor­rowed from it at any giv­en time? Why, oh why!? The per­vad­ing fin­ger of ‘the man’ per­me­ates every facet of our life. Our pri­vate lives, and indeed, our very iden­ti­ties, it would seem, are under con­stant threat, from the author­i­ties, or fig­ures who know how to manip­u­late the sys­tem.

Or, on the oth­er hand, maybe it was just the worst front-page ‘shock’ sto­ry, ever.

World’s largest phubble

As always, the pho­to­blog over on the right hand side­bar proves itself a rich source of short-term dis­trac­tion. This morn­ing it was dis­play­ing this pho­to, from where I went on a lit­tle voy­age of ‘phub­ble’ dis­cov­ery, which even­tu­al­ly led me to this bril­liant image of a phub­ble at the Basin Reserve

phubble!

The worlds largest soap bub­ble blown by 10 year old Mary Smith of Welling­ton who can just be seen at the bot­tom behind the bub­ble. It took her 7 hours and 38 min­utes to get it to this size before a pass­ing seag­ull flew through it and burst it. Mary was treat­ed for Hypox­ia and giv­en a lol­ly.

Bril­liant.

[Image by Mark Turn­bull]

Those were the days…

From the new­ly relaunched NZ His­to­ry web­site comes this wee gem from Today in His­to­ry (actu­al­ly, next week’s Mon­day, but I could­n’t wait to post it)…

Two Welling­ton lawyers, W.V. Brew­er and H. Ross, drew pis­tols over a legal dif­fer­ence in Welling­ton. Brew­er fired into the air but ‘received Mr. Ross’ ball in the groin’. He died sev­er­al days lat­er.

Ouch.

We ask: Boy and dog?

The Welling­ton­ista want to know what is cur­rent­ly shoot­ing in Welling­ton that would require a large truck tow­ing a boy on a bicy­cle with a dog perched hap­pi­ly behind him to film down Lambton Quay.

Some­one out there must have the answer. And also: how did they get the dog to hold on?

The Observatory is under threat?

Flicker (by ruapehupalomino): Carter Observatory, WellingtonDid I miss it, the news, the fact? Did you miss it? Some­one for­got to post it on the office notice board at Welling­ton­ista Tow­ers (off-line and very cork‑y) … or did I miss it by being else­where?

Any­who … it’s not gonna shut because “they” have decid­ed it’s worth keep­ing open … but it’s not for­ev­er:

The gov­ern­ment will give it $2.2 mil­lion, but says that will be the last pay­ment it will receive.

The coun­cil will con­tribute $300,000 a year for 10 years, after which the obser­va­to­ry is expect­ed to oper­ate on its own.

Source: Radio NZ: Carter Obser­va­to­ry to stay open

And that’s fine. Now we know.

And what do we (the intel­li­gent peo­ple of Welling­ton) need to do? What do we need to do to move beyond this 10 year bound­ary.

VISIT!

Ensure the kid­dlie-win­klies of today and next Tues­day have the same oppor­tu­ni­ty to step out of “Tues­day” and go, “Whol­ly fuck!” (or the kid­dlie-win­kle equiv­a­lent)

VISIT!