The Circuits of Happyness

At Hap­py tomor­row night you can hear three of New Zealand’s ris­ing stars of min­i­mal­ist elec­tron­ic music:

  • Sam Hamil­ton
  • Ange­line Chirn­side aka Jane Austen
  • Nigel Wright

These artists are described in the media release as “won­der­ful and amaz­ing; think the mag­nif­i­cent beau­ty of Rosy Par­lane, Minit, and Rachel Shear­er’s Love­ly Midget project. Hell, think of the inter­na­tion­al­ly reknowned Fen­nesz, Tim Heck­er or Kei­th Fuller­ton Whit­man, if you like.”

Cheers drive

And still thank youWith so much hap­pen­ing in this fair and glo­ri­ous city of ours (it’s not just mine, it is all of ours) there’s a high chance that you’re gonna bump into some “out of town­ers”, espe­cial­ly the next few days as the city fills up with drunk pen­guins, herds of Elvis-es and not an unwel­come amount of near­ly naked peo­ple … the rug­by Sev­ens are on!

Whilst we all know that near­ly every­thing is with­in walk­ing dis­tance of the Sta­di­um (“It’s a very walk­a­ble city” was prob­a­bly only just pipped by “Absolute­ly Pos­i­tive­ly Welling­ton”) we at the Tow­ers are sure that there will be a high pro­por­tion of these tourists catch­ing bus­es from ‘here’ to ‘there’.

And once on the bus they will be pleas­ant­ly sur­prised by how, as Welling­to­ni­ans leave the bus, there is a hearty, “Cheers dri­ve!”

Well, actu­al­ly it’s like­ly to be a, “Thank you” or even a, “Thanks dri­ver” but why should­n’t it be, “Cheers dri­ve”?

Nothing on

It has been brought to my atten­tion that “a com­mon com­plaint … from native Auck­lan­ders when they ven­ture south, or even tourists, is that, after three days in Welling­ton there is noth­ing to do”. While the writer of that com­ment does­n’t agree, look­ing around the city at the moment, I can see that they may have a point.

Wellingtonista boos: ads on our sacred space

Adjust­ing to the new offices on Lambton Quay has­n’t been easy, and a huge part of the prob­lem has been try­ing to get into a new cof­fee rou­tine. That is why it’s so dis­tress­ing that Fres­co*, which sells Mojo cof­fee, is now using take­away cups print­ed with Tele­com adver­tis­ing. How many min­utes will I spend think­ing about cof­fee over the next two years? A lot more than I’ll think about switch­ing to Tele­com, you punks. Even if I had­n’t had my voda­fone num­ber since it was Bell South, there’s no way I’d switch now. Leave me alone and stop hound­ing me when all I am try­ing to do is wake up!

* Yes, their take­away lattes are $4.50, but their muffins are $2.50, so break­fast is only 20 cents more expen­sive than get­ting a cheese scone and cof­fee from Kyrani.

Craft 2.0

The­New­Dowse is due to re-open on Feb­ru­ary 17th. There are excit­ing activ­i­ties planned for the 4 weeks fol­low­ing, cul­mi­nat­ing in da da da dah! Craft2.0.

Craft2.0 is going to be on the 17th of March, and will be a craftac­u­lar, a spec­tacraft, if you will.

There will be bands, and a ter­rif­ic array of local crafty good­ies. I will be there with Baby­li­cious, Super­Very will have fab­u­lous jew­ellery, mag­nets and badges, tres tal­ent­ed Sam Broad will have some of his deli­cious prints and frames, and the orig­i­nal John Camp­bell t shirts by Hadyn will have a star­ring role. It is all dead excit­ing.

Appli­ca­tions are open now.

The Cook Strait Rollercoaster Ride

Shot by an ex-work­mate of Welling­ton­istas Tom and Noizy, pre­sum­ably spread by the mag­ic of email, and now shared to the world thanks to some­one in the UK, here’s some footage to rival that of our pre­vi­ous YouTube hit ‘Clas­sic Land­ings at Welling­ton Air­port’.

This time it’s some seri­ous weath­er doing its thing in Cook Strait, with the cap­tain of the fer­ry Suil­ven decid­ing no gigan­tic swells were going to stop him from get­ting his freight and pas­sen­gers to the South Island. Much, one thinks, to the hor­ror of his pas­sen­gers, who prob­a­bly spent most of the trip in white-knuck­led ter­ror as the ship pitched and yawed its way across this par­tic­u­lar­ly hos­tile stretch of ocean water.

Details on just how hor­rif­ic the weath­er con­di­tions (and a few stills of the Suil­ven mak­ing its way over some moun­tain­ous waves) can be found at the Met­Ser­vice site.

[hat-tip: spare room]

Sounds of the city

Frey (aka Dami­an Stew­art, aka Mr bleep) is putting togeth­er a reac­tive sound and light instal­la­tion for next mon­th’s Fringe Fes­ti­val, and he wants your help. Specif­i­cal­ly, if you know of any inter­est­ing sounds around Welling­ton that he can record and use in the instal­la­tion, drop him a line.

What’s on in wonderful (wet*) Wellington this weeekend

If they** are cor­rect then it’s gonna be a week­end of indoor activ­i­ties this week­end and here at Welling­ton­ista Tow­ers we are great advo­cates of NOT sit­ting around and mere­ly watch­ing the gog­gle-box.

And so, how could you enter­tain your­selves, lit­tle peo­ple under your com­mand and those out-of-town vis­i­tors you’ve been sup­plied with? How about these to get the cre­ative juices flow­ing:

And if none of these grab you by the fan­cy parts then check out the fol­low­ing excel­lent “what’s on” sites

Let’s all shut up about the weather now.

Dear Welling­to­ni­ans,

I’ve become so sick of you whing­ing all the time that tonight I made this for you:

Sunset at Lyall Bay
Sun­set at Lyall Bay

Royal Bank of Sheep

Imag­ine that you are a large Scot­tish Bank. You want to film a new advert. For no doubt good rea­sons you already have a short list of ingre­di­ents:

  • The agree­able voice of Ken Stott; and
  • A flock of sheep.

But no loca­tion. Yet. Hmm­mm. Sheep. Where should you send your advert-wal­lahs?

New Zealand of course! But you also need an urban set­ting, and lots of pro­duc­tion tal­ent. Oh, and if there’s the occa­sion­al Stage­coach liv­er­ied bus then all for the cheap­er (less sfx, you realise.)

at the stationAnd so your sheep and your advert-wal­lahs turn up in… Welling­ton!

They have a fine old time, too. In the air­port, at the train sta­tion, and on a (dig­i­tal­ly manip­u­lat­ed) motor­way offramp, the sus­pi­cious­ly tidy sheep act the part of inert bank cus­tomers fol­low­ing each oth­er around the place. But one brave ewe mod­els the desired behav­iour for all the oth­er sheep to, er, fol­low: to break­away and join the Roy­al Bank of Sheep!

Here at the Welling­ton­ista we won’t point out the irony inher­ent in using sheep to pro­mote slight­ly more indi­vid­u­al­is­tic behav­iour. Nope. Instead, we’d sug­gest a nice game of spot the fleet­ing Welling­ton loca­tions, while hav­ing your day’s con­cerns soothed away in the Scotch Whisky balm that is Ken Stot­t’s voice.

Hat tip, and where to go to see this spot: the Best Ads On TV Blog.