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!