So here's the thing: we've all done it. Held in that fart in the middle of a meeting, despite the discomfort of the wind staying trapped in your bloated bowel. Or desperately, hopefully, let it slip out surreptitiously, silently. But you know those are the smelly ones.
Wait 30-45 seconds for osmosis to set in.
Everyone looks around, knowingly, scathingly. You look particularly innocent, wondering if it would make you more or less likely a suspect if you say the obvious, "Ok, who dropped that?"
My interview with Pat Armistead on "Improv Radio", Planet FM, last night.
This is the address I made to a forum on the Review of Special Education. The first story is an old legend of the Sioux Nation; the continuation is my own, inspired by the first.
The Creator gathered all of Creation and said, “I want to hide something from the humans until they are ready for it. It is the realisation that they create their own reality.”
DIVINQ stands for Diversity Inquiry. It is an online and offline process, designed by Philip Patston, for young people and open-minded adults, who want to create space for a light-hearted and fun yet meaningful and exploratory conversation. The conversation aims to generate empowerment, understanding and self-acceptance by encouraging creative thinking about values, beliefs, assumptions, diversity, human rights and a myriad of other things. No DIVINQ is ever the same.
We are looking for schools, youth organisations, businesses, government departments and community groups who are interested in doing DIVINQ - watch the video and get in touch.
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On Sunday afternoon while discussing with friends the week's political credit card revelations and other minor happenings, I said that anyone who volunteers for political office proves, by the act of volunteering, that they shouldn't be a politician.
That night I dreamt that I had been elected MP for Wellington. I saw myself on the streets of the capital city, being congratulated by people young and old. They assured me I would make a difference, change the world and watch lots of porn.
Actually I made up the bit about the porn, but the rest really happened – it was a perplexing dream.
Written for 3news.co.nz | 14 April 2010
Last night I caught up with a friend who is back for a week between travels to Vancouver and London. It reminded me how great it is to live in Auckland. There have been times that I’ve returned from a trip abroad and felt decidedly dissatisfied with the place, itching to be off again. But these days I’m very pleased to call LA home.
Originally published on 3news.co.nz | 9 March 2010
One of the great things about hitting 40 was the realisation that I no longer had to do stuff young people do. So it was with great relief that I found out that Shaun and Anna, members of our Peer Support Network, had decided to go to Mardi Gras. Far better they wave the gay disabled flag than me, because mine’s a little thread bare.
>From ICP The National Professional Body for Creative Practitioners
"Creative Practitioners Darina Garland and Claudia Barwell met with Ken and his wife Maritherese in New York in December 2009 and recorded this interview especially for ICP. This is a rare opportunity to see Ken and Maritherese interviewed together, talking about creativity, schools, The Element ( Ken’s latest book) and life in general…"
I like this film by Joseph Pelling. Winner of the Digital Artist Awards 2009 animation category
outside the box from joseph Pelling on Vimeo.
I received the following email from Tanya at Attitude TV and thought I'd share it and my reply. I'm interested in what others think so leave a comment, please.
Tanya writes:
I went to a performance of ‘The Sexy Recession’ last night at TAPAC in Auckland. A cabaret/burlesque/skit comedy show with some outstanding, some average and one very disturbing performance. A young man came out, moving amongst the tables in an electric wheelchair, signing (badly) amongst other things, about how his mind is willing but his body’s not able, hard to explain but a kind of Barry Whitesque croon with sexual innuendos...When I fist saw him I thought great, someone else in the show with a disability, then I was thinking it’s kind of in poor taste, then I realised he wasn’t actually disabled but he was making fun of being disabled and I was totally gob-smacked.