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.