Martha on the Front Page of the DomPost

Hard on the heels of one of their worst front pages ever, the Dom­Post goes some way to redeem­ing itself by putting one the of Welling­ton­ista above the fold in today’s issue…

Nice work Martha. Way to fly the flag undies.

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.

What has happened to the youth of today?

Bril­liant. Some gen­er­ous soul has start­ed tran­scrib­ing Ronald Smythe and H. West­folds’ “let­ters to the edi­tor” to a blog.

Between them, West­fold and Smythe have cor­nered the mar­ket on cur­mud­geon­ly grumpi­ness, mak­ing their out­put, nat­u­ral­ly, some of the best com­e­dy writ­ing to be found com­ing out of our fair city. Says Smythe…

What has hap­pened to the youth of today. It is a rare occa­sion indeed when I am shown polite­ness and respect by the younger age groups. Good man­ners have flown out the win­dow, along with dress sense and decen­cy.

I pre­sume today’s pub­lic schools are part­ly to blame, although par­ents are no doubt shirk­ing their respon­si­bil­i­ties also.

…and H. West­fold, chan­nel­ing, it would seem, Grand­pa Simp­son…

Your March 15 item about that love­ly 1963 Stude­bak­er and its man­u­fac­tur­er evoked mem­o­ries of my ado­les­cence in the late 1940s. You see, it was Stude­bak­er which pio­neered the “New Look” anal­o­gous to that of women’s fash­ions just then. It was in late 1947 or ear­ly 1948 that just a few of the lat­est Stude­bak­er mod­el appeared on our Tarana­ki roads, one of those cars being owned by a farmer near my home­town, Ingle­wood. For a short while, their pro­file made heads turn – a car’s front and rear ends both looked like front ends as we’d known cars for many years!

…and so on.

Read more at the apt­ly named I am of the Opin­ion.

[Hat-tip to Alan for actu­al­ly un-earth­ing this.]

‘Pocket-city at the Edge of the World’

The Syd­ney Morn­ing Her­ald fea­tures a rather rave write-up on Welling­ton on their web­site today:

After years of rel­a­tive obscu­ri­ty, the city is blos­som­ing. It has rein­vent­ed itself as an ele­gant, mod­ern place with­out the arro­gance that often accom­pa­nies such devel­op­ment.

Okay, maybe we could have done with­out the ‘years of rel­a­tive obscu­ri­ty’ part.