I spotted this poster (on an A4 piece of paper which was stuck to the wall of a corridor, I might add) in the entrance to the library of a local educational establishment. It tickled me…largely because the intended target group for the message are unlikely to be reading said poster at all…this is what happens when someone designing posters doesn’t understand people very well…
How Long Does Yours Last? Photo by Tracy Le Blanc on Pexels.com
I’ve always been the sort of person to look after the things I own. I don’t like to buy things for the sake of it as a rule…and certainly not in the annual cycle that technology companies would have us believe is what we need. After several years of ownership I was thinking recently how many items I have wherein the battery seems to be starting to fade away…mobile phone, electric toothbrush, electric razor, hair clippers etc.
It occurred to me how disappointing it feels when something dies on you, and how much of our lives now seem to be spent on charge! It’s bizarre when you think about it…we have to continually have something charging. I asked Oral B about whether you can replace the battery for the toothbrush and was told that you can’t because they are a sealed unit and that I should just leave it on charge all of the time…does that seem ridiculous to anyone else?
I saw recently that Dyson have stopped developing corded vacuum cleaners so I guess batteries are very much seen as the future rather than the past…but they don’t quite seem sufficient to do what is needed long term…and with electric cars, they just don’t have the range to be entirely practical either…yet. It is a strange place we find ourselves in.
I think I’ve blogged before about the slightly confusing situation wherein the NZ locals are invariably friendly on the surface but can be hard to make friends with. Personal conversations beyond a superficial level seem to not be encouraged (generally speaking) and met with an uncomfortable silence I’ve often found.
There have been occasions where conversations are very one-sided too because I’m asking questions to try to get a chat going and get nothing in reply. Not with everyone I grant you but with a good number.
Anyway, an interesting by-product of this reserved nature is a keenness to brag. If you think about it, it makes sense…if people are used to not being asked about things, then they will go out of their way to tell you. To me, that comes off as bragging…OK in small doses but really rather boring after a short while. Conversation should be a two-way street…but one gets used to it once you realise what is going on.
I’m not saying everyone is like that but I’ve certainly experienced it a lot. Maybe it’s just Auckland…
A few months ago, I went to watch a film at the Roxy Cinema in Miramar, Wellington. This cinema has been lovingly restored in the Art Deco style, at least partly thanks to Peter Jackson as it was his childhood haunt (hence the memorabilia from his movies).
It truly is marvellous to go to a building with a bit of character for a change instead of the identikit structures we are presented with on a regular basis. And it has a lovely restaurant and bar area in it too.
I imagine this place is a bit unknown but great to visit…albeit the movie wasn’t the best.
I saw this picture on the wall of the gents toilet in a corporate workplace (company name removed)…a bit like a paint colour chart but for your micturition. Interesting idea to get the staff drinking more! Made me chuckle…you’ll be pleased to know I took the photo once I ensured there was nobody else present!
I was reasonably well hydrated at the time…and I didn’t even have to aim at the paper on the wall to be certain of the match!
There’s something kind of odd here in NZ, to a long-time UK resident, namely the activity of washing your house.
You get used to washing cars, clothes and yourself…but a house?
I recently had the drive and roof of our rental property jet-washed. It got rid of lichen from the metal roof and slimy, slippery build-up from the concrete drive. I’ve also had dirt build-up removed from the exterior walls of the property before now too.
I’m not sure if this is a peculiarity relating to timber houses but I’ve never seen it with a brick house. Any thoughts?
I was wondering the other day why on earth it is that the fluff you find in your belly button or in the lint trap of a washing machine almost invariably appears to be blue.
I tried looking online and couldn’t see what looked like a reliable answer. I don’t think I wear a disproportionate amount of blue clothing…and yet blue it is. Weird eh?