Archive for the ‘New Zealand’ Category

071216 – The Sunday Morning Report

Saturday, December 15th, 2007

In trying to get some loose measures how how life here in New Zealand is different than in the United States, I’ve come up with the Coffee Criteria.

“Wha zat?”, you say.

Well, in my small town of Monroe, back in the US, the local Starbucks coffee shops are open by 430 or 5 AM. Americans want to get an early jump on getting that 60 or 70 hour work week rolling.

Coffee !

Here in Christchurch, New Zealand, there may be a few coffee shops that open that early but I haven’t found them around here. My local shop opens at 7 AM. I’ve looked for something earlier and I’ve been disappointed. Some of us stand around for five or ten minutes in front of the place waiting for the doors to be opened and I’m sure the folks inside think we’re nuts.

Another measure of the differences? How about the Barefoot Criteria?

Yes, New Zealanders find shoes a very optional dress requirement. In the US, barefoot usually means:

– you are at home and in for the evening, or

– you are fourteen or under, it’s summer and you are playing outside or

– you are at the beach.

In NZ, barefoot means you are probably not currently attending a formal dress party.

dem feet

Shrinking glaciers near crisis

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

New Zealand’s longest glacier has lost 5km to global warming and is expected to lose at least as much again if the climate keeps heating up.

The Tasman Glacier, the massive ice river that sweeps past Aoraki-Mt Cook, has already shrunk to 23km, from the formation of a 5km lake at its snout in the past 30 years.

In that time, New Zealand’s glaciers have lost almost 11 per cent – 5.8 cubic kilometres – of their ice, new research released yesterday has found.

Twelve of the largest in the Southern Alps are unlikely to return to their earlier lengths without “extraordinary cooling of the climate”, says the National Institute of Water & Atmospheric Research (Niwa).

The warming climate is responsible for more than 90 per cent of the ice loss.

The report comes a day after the starkest warning yet from the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, which declared the impact of global warming could be “abrupt or irreversible” and no country would be spared.

Niwa said the shrinking of New Zealand’s glaciers had continued despite there being virtually no change in the amount of snow feeding them last year.

The shrinkage of the big glaciers, mostly in the Mt Cook region, is driven mainly by the formation of glacier-snout lakes – which encourage big lumps of ice to break off and accelerate the shrinkage – and surface melting.

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Egalitarianism vs. Big Money

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

One of my frequent themes concerns the corrupting influence of big money.

We advertise many of our western societies as ‘Governments of and for their people‘. And we like slogans like, ‘One man – one vote‘. But, in truth, in our supposedly egalitarian societies, some folks are more ‘equal’ than others in getting to decide how our governments govern us. And this representational imbalance is very often the result of big money.

In the U.S., those who watch Washington, D.C., know well just how pervasive the lobbying industry is there. Wealthy individuals and powerful corporations spend lavishly to insure that laws are passed or amended to best suit their preferences and needs. This has been going on for so long and has gotten so endemic, that Americans take it all for granted.

Some Americans, and I am one, see representative democracy in the U.S. as partly, and maybe even largely, a sham. Many of the real decisions are predestined by the lobbyists and power brokers behind the scenes. Corporate America often has more say about America’s directions than the American electorate.

But, it hasn’t always been that way in the U.S. and it certainly isn’t as pervasive in many other western nations. But the general tendency for democracies to move in this direction is always there where ever the predominate ethic is Capitalism. Because where ever people gain and possess great wealth, they will inevitably try to use their wealth to alter the political landscape to make their lives easier and their fortunes bigger.

Here in New Zealand, with just over four million people, a battle is currently being fought over this issue. Led by the New Zealand Green Party, people are trying to close campaign finance loop-holes with the Electoral Finance Bill and make sure that New Zealand election results fairly represent the will of all the people and are not just reflections of the will of the wealthy few.

Predictably, those who benefit from the continued existence of these loop-holes are attacking the Electoral Finance Bill and attempting to convince folks that the bill is a attack on free speech. And those who oppose the bill are well financed and can afford to run large campaigns devoted to defeating it while those who support it struggle to find the funds to defend electoral egalitarianism.

Green Party Ad in New Zealand

The above is an ad placed in New Zealand national newspapers by the Green Party. Unfortunately, as the ad discloses, they were only able to run the ad once because they don’t have backers with deep pockets who see the Green’s policies as being in their best interests.

When those with large amounts of money use it to defend functional corruption, the only thing that can defeat them is an alert and concerned electorate.

I have hopes for this process in New Zealand. It’s a small country and people feel a closer connection to their decision makers and they have a greater sense, I believe, that New Zealand is their country and they can influence her behaviors. The idea that the government exists to serve the needs of its people is strong here. Perhaps this lingers from the years before the 80’s when New Zealand had a much more Socialist bent.

Today, I received an E-mail from the New Zealand Green Party about the new Electoral Finance Bill and where they stand on it and why. Things are so far gone in the U.S. that, frankly, I cannot imagine ever receiving something like this there.

I’ve copied the E-mail, below. I hope you’ll read through it and reflect on how much sense it makes – and how large are the forces of greed and corruption arrayed against this sort of thing – world-wide.

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Protecting free speech and fairer elections

From Green MP Metiria Turei and Green Co-leader Russel Norman

Please forward this email to as many people as you can to get the truth out there.

www.greens.org.nz/campaigns/electoralreform/

Many of you will have seen media reports and even paid advertising about the Electoral Finance Bill. Given the controversy around this Bill, we thought it was important that we wrote to you directly to explain the Green position.

The Electoral Finance Bill deals with one of the most important issues in our democracy – controls on the financing of election campaigns to protect the integrity of the ballot from the inequality of the wallet.

The Greens have had many concerns about this Bill but we have chosen to work constructively with all parties. Our aim has been to improve the laws around campaign finance so that we have a fairer election system, ensure a more level playing field, and limit the corrupting influence of large secret donations on political parties.

The opponents of campaign finance reform

However, much of the publicity that has surrounded this Bill has been one-sided and, in fact, some has even been funded by wealthy donors who want the law to stay the same. They are trying to frighten New Zealanders by saying the Bill impacts on freedom of speech – this is not true.

Some media organisations have also been running an active and misleading campaign against the Bill. Journalists have contacted us to tell us that they oppose the misleading editorial line of their papers, but it is very difficult for them to get their views across.

So what does the Bill do (and what doesn’t it do)?

· The Bill does not restrict freedom of speech – it just caps election campaign spending.
· Any person or group can purchase as much issue advertising as they want at any time.
· The Bill only places limits on how much election advertising political parties and others can purchase in an election year. That limit is $2.4m for political parties and $120,000 for any other group or individual.
· Any group or individual who purchases more than $12,000 in election ads must register with the Electoral Commission so there is transparency about who is involved in the election campaign.

The spending caps exist to stop parties spending millions on campaigning and then needing to raise those millions in donations. Once parties rely on millions in donations they become heavily influenced by those who provide the money. The caps on political parties only work if there are caps on spending by other groups, otherwise the money goes into parallel campaigns.

The Royal Commission supported spending caps

The 1986 Royal Commission on the Electoral System wrote: “It is illogical to limit spending by parties if other interests are not also controlled. Supporters or opponents of a party or candidate should not be able to promote their views without restriction merely by forming campaign organisations ‘unaffiliated’ to any party…Nor should powerful or wealthy interest groups be able to spend without restriction during an election campaign while [the parties] are restricted.”

Closing the loopholes

Those who are most strongly opposed to the Bill took advantage of two major loopholes in our electoral financing regime in 2005.

The first loophole enabled an organisation to work with a political party to run an almost identical campaign – known as parallel campaigning. This meant that the spending of the organisation was not capped even though it was a planned party election campaign.

The second loophole allowed for millions of dollars to be given to political parties without the public knowing who gave that money. Both the USA and Australian electoral systems have suffered from the corruption that arises from the secret funding of political parties.

The Greens are proud to assist in the closing of those two loopholes. This work will protect our electoral system from the threats of corruption that other similar democracies face.

It’s far from perfect

However, we still have some outstanding issues with the Bill and with the process for these electoral law reforms. We are still pursing the option of a citizens’ assembly which would allow for a number of randomly selected citizens to consider the issues of electoral finance and to find the best system for New Zealand. This system has been used successfully in Canada and we believe that the people of New Zealand should be able to make these decisions.

We have not achieved the ban on anonymous donations over $1000 that is our policy. However we have severely restricted the anonymous donations that can be received by both a third party and a political party. This is a major change in the law and goes someway towards a system that is open about who is funding political campaigns.

Changes the Greens achieved in the Bill

In summary, the Greens have made the following amendments:

Amendments to protect freedom of speech

1. Alter the definition of election advertising to protect issues advertising. This means that individuals and groups will be free to campaign on the issues that are important to them, regardless of whether one or more parties is also campaigning on the same issue. The Greens come from a campaigning background and we were determined to protect the right of groups to continue to campaign. For example, Greenpeace can continue to campaign against whaling, even though it is a campaign the Green Party has a profile on.

2. Remove the requirement for a statutory declaration for spending less than the threshold. This means that people or groups don’t have to sign a statutory declaration every time they spend money under the threshold for listing as a third party. It was an unnecessary burden that performed no useful function.

3. Lift the cap on election spending by non-party groups from $60,000 to $120,000. Many groups and individuals engage in election advertising during campaign year. This advertising encourages voters to support parties that adopt certain policy positions. The Bill as introduced limited this spending to $60,000. The Greens have supported amendments that increase this limit to $120,000, 5% of the $2.4m party limit and twice that originally proposed.

4. Lift the spending limit at which a group must list as a third party from $5000 to $12,000. This was important because many groups and people engage in election advertising through pamphlets, newsletters or community newspaper adverts. These ordinary election activities should not require a person or group to have to list as a third party where the spending is under $12,000.

5. Enable under 18 year olds and permanent residents to be able to list as a third party. We fought for the inclusion of this because it is a breach of the rights of a citizen to be prevented from engaging in election advertising activities simply because they are not old enough to vote. This change also means that groups will not be excluded from listing as a third party simply because one member is under 18 years old.

6. Protect donations to groups that are not for election purposes. This means that groups that register as third party participants in the election will not have to declare any donations that are not specifically for election purposes.
Groups are entitled to raise and collect money for their regular activities without interference. Only donations given specifically for electioneering will need to be disclosed.

Amendment to restrict anonymous donations

7. Severely restrict anonymous donations to political and third parties. The Greens insisted on an anonymous donations regime that will restrict Labour and National’s ability to raise money through anonymous donations. Our policy is that all donations over $1000 should be identified as to the true source – they shouldn’t be listed as anonymous nor should they be hidden behind secret trusts.

In negotiations over this bill we have made progress towards achieving our policy by introducing a system that will limit political parties to a total anonymous donations income, for donations over $1000, of 10% of their spending cap over the three year electoral cycle – this would cut Labour’s anonymous donations income by at least half and National’s secret trust income by about 90%. Labour and National don’t like it but we make no apologies for this.

In addition the money must be passed via the Electoral Commission to distance the parties from the process and donors must identify themselves to the Electoral Commission and give an assurance that they are not telling the parties about the donation on the sly. There is a limit of $36,000 on how much any one donor can give to a political party via this mechanism.

If you have any further questions, please don’t hesitate to ask us by emailing Metiria.Turei@parliament.govt.nz or Russel.Norman@greens.org.nz.

We hope that you have an enjoyable break over the holidays with time to spend with your family and friends. And we also hope you get to spend some time enjoying the natural environment that makes New Zealand such an incredible place to live.

Best wishes

Metiria and Russel

Metiria is the Green MP responsible for the Bill in the House; Russel is Spokesperson on Electoral Matters.

071212 – Wednesday – a day in the life

Wednesday, December 12th, 2007

It’s been a laid back mixed day. A bit of this and a bit of that. It was hot and humid here yesterday. My Kiwi friends tell me we’ll only see two or three days like that in a year. Today, it was warm and humid again – but with rain on and off all day. It reminded me of the warm summer rains in Texas.

I put the new plate on the bike and the registration after I rode to get some parts. Then, a bit later, I went to South City Mall and had a vanilla milkshake and bought some groceries.

I rode around time several times today in the light warm rain – careful because the streets were probably slick but feeling pretty good – now that I am totally legal.

At lunch and again tonight, I had Thai left overs from my dinner party last night with Graham, Judy and Keith, my Kiwi friends and tennis partners downstairs. They’ve been really good to Sharon and I. I had them over for the evening and bought Thai takeout.

Scattered through the day I talked to Sharon at home twice and caught up on how her feet are healing from her surgery. It’s been three days now and it is beginning to get better.

I also finished a modification to a WordPress Blog Plug-in called WP-Members which allows a WordPress blog owner to secure the blog so that only folks who have registered and been given a password can access secured parts of the site. My friend Katy needed this and since I’m busy learning php and WordPress internals, it was a good little project.

Tonight, I watched an old SciFi movie on Prime called “Species” . it was basically a waste of time.

As I do everyday, I scanned through a lot of blogs and news items and picked out a few. The big news environmentally is the meeting in Bali. The IPCC has issued another strong statement and Al Gore is there rallying folks.

Notable was an article on the fact that some folks are saying now that they haven’t much faith in Biofuels. I haven’t had much faith in them for some time. For the most part, they represent a strategy of denial through diversion. Rather than deal with the fact that we can’t go on as we are, we try to work out some way that we can. But I doubt any of these diversions has any real chance of allowing us to dodge the bullet.

In another story, some scientists are beginning to say publicly what many have been feeling for some time – that we are not going to be able, at this late date, to curb our carbon output sufficiently to avoid significant climate change.

Peak Oil is a hot topic but in my view, its importance has been receding. Oh, we will peak on oil production but the back side of the slope will not be a precipitous drop. As the price of oil rises, the pain oil producers will be willing to go through to find and produce more of the stuff will increase. So, it will be a long slow decline and unfortunately, the very efforts that they will go through to find and refine more of the stuff will, in and of itself, be very destructive to the planet. We could, of course, begin to swear off oil as a bad way to go, but we won’t. Too many habits, too much invested and too much disbelief that the consequences of continuing with oil are really going to be bad. Just in the last two weeks there were three reports , , and of new sources of oil that have either just been discovered or which have become economically viable with the price of oil near $100 US. Research thanks to Mike D. on these three.

I always recommend the IPCC reports to folks if they want to get a good grounding in what’s going on by the most authoritative folks around. Here’s another good summary based on the IPCC’s data and reporting.

On any given day, I could find several reports of this kind. That’s not difficult. What’s difficult is deciding what, if anything, to do about it. To some extent, this blog is me thinking out-loud about it.

I’m one month into my three month sojourn to New Zealand this year. Things are now well settled and I can feel some contemplation time opening up. That will be nice.

071209 – life is good

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

Life is good here in New Zealand. it’s 75 F outside and a light breeze is blowing and there’s all the sunlight and beauty anyone could want. Good friends, good tennis and, of course, my beautiful, beloved and very patient wife at home who is holding down the fort for me at the nursery – deep in the midst of the Washington winter – and all so I can be here enjoying all of this.

I am blessed – there is no doubt.

A good friend of mine here in New Zealand sent me a wonderful article this morning:

Forever young: understanding the true presence of Christ helps us become elders, not just elderly.

The truths the author talks about transcend any particular faith but I found them beautiful to read cloaked in Christian clothes as they were.

The essential truth that underlies all faiths can still find expression within them when the faithful seek substance over form and meaning and significance over dogma and conformity.

All faiths wither away over time under the onslaught of those who seek to explain and own their deep truths. But still, still, the light can shine forth from the midst of the edifice occasionally revealing the clear light of those who began the dance.

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My motorcycle adventures continue unabated but I’m at peace with it all. It is all winding up towards a good completion and I am content to wait until all the wheels turn at their own pace.

When I last left off telling the saga of the motorcycle, I’d just been offered $300 USD by the shipping company as compensation for the trouble caused when they lost my title. And, I was wondering what my options were as $300 seemed almost an insult compared to the size of the inconvenience and expenses I’d been cast into.

Well, my decision was to carry the battle to the next level. I requested and obtained the E-mail identity and name of the V.P. at the shipping company who’d decided that $300 was fair compensation and I’d gotten clear on how the shipping company was organized (it’s actually five companies gathered together as one) and I’d determined who the top corporate officers were.

I told the lady who I’d been working with, who was also the individual that misplaced my title, that I was going to carry the matter to a higher level as I thought the $300 was completely inadequate.

My intent was to write to the top officers explaining my problem, mention the V.P. by name and inform them that I intended to setup a website which would appear whenever anyone searched for anything to do with any of the five conjoined companies. A website which would detail, at great length, my altercation with them and how badly I’d been used in the entire business. In the end, the bad publicity would far outweigh the cost to them of having done the right thing by me in the first place.

So, I was sharpening my knives. But, it never came to that because the very next morning, I received a voice-mail from the lady at the shipping company saying that my title, after three weeks of being lost, had been found and was going to be winging it’s way to me via DHL before the day was over.

The title shipped from Los Angeles on December 6th and as of this moment, I know that it is through customs in Auckland and winging its way from Auckland to Christchurch and will probably be in my hands by tomorrow. It’s Sunday here now.

So, that’s all good.

I had the brakes on the m/c inspected last Thursday and they were good so I will have all the paperwork together at last to register the machine here on Monday or Tuesday and be legal on the New Zealand highways. Yahoo!

But, there’s more saga yet…. (No, no, my readers scream!) Yes, yes, I smile. You may all think you saw the fat lady stand up but I assure you, she has not sung yet.

The other day when I was out riding my m/c (quite illegally, I might add), I stopped and when I tried to start it again, it would not start. After a lot of fussing, I got it going again and thought it was just a fluke.

Then, the next day, I drove out to customs by the airport and when I came out, the battery appeared to be dead again. So, I pulled the battery and walked to the local garage and got it recharged and put it back into the m/c and boom – it started right up.

And then the day after that, on Thursday, when I took the machine into the motorcycle place down in New Brighton to have the brake inspection done, I asked the mechanic to check out the alternator to see if it was actually recharging the battery or not. He said the alternator was fine but he thought maybe the battery was bad.

I wasn’t to sure of this as I knew the battery had been replaced within the last six months so I decided to take that under advisement and took off. And, when I took off, my m/c started right up – so I wasn’t worried.

I should have been worried – because 20 minutes later, after picking up something I’d bought on an on-line auction (ironically, a battery charger of all things), I walked outside to depart and the battery appeared to be flat yet again. The m/c would not start. It wouldn’t even turn over. Damn!

So out comes the battery again and off I walk to the local garage for another hour’s worth of battery charging while I wait and drink coffee. Then, I put the battery back in and try it and I get … nothing. Now, I know the battery’s charged and I can barely get a click. Now I’m deeply worried and confused about what’s going on.

Now, over the past few days, as all this has gone on, I’ve made any number of attempts to push-start the bike without success. But now I’m really really stuck so I start thinking about why I haven’t been able to push-start it and I realize what a ninny I’ve been. Like some know-nothing beginner, I’ve been dropping it into first gear and popping the clutch when I’ve tried to start it and, Duh, the engine’s resistance is so high in first gear, all that happens is that the back tire just skids and the engine doesn’t turn over. And, if the engine doesn’t turn over -the m/c cannot start.

So, armed with this semi-profound insight, I push the m/c again and pop it into third gear and VROOM! it starts. Whew, that’s a relief as I’m back on a residential street in Burnside or someplace and I am miles from home and the garage. Thank you, Jesus!

So, back to the garage I go ready to step up and buy that new $99 battery they’d offered me awhile ago. I turn the machine in and they go to work and I kill time inspecting the various m/c’s out in the display room. They’ve got quite a lot of motorcycles there that I’ve never seen in the U.S.

Fifteen minutes later, the mechanic comes out and says, “We have a problem.” Oh, oh. Back we go to see what it is.

He connects the new battery up and shows me that the full required voltage is, indeed, feeding into the starter motor and nothing’s happening. He said he gets the same result with the old (suspect) battery – which may not be so suspect now.

He pops the end off the starter motor while I’m watching and out comes various chunks of what, at one time, were my starter motor brushes. It’s a real mess. He says he can’t understand how anything in that shape could have possibly been starting and I agree. And yet remind him that just this morning, I’d started it at this very shop and rode off. Very weird. Everyone shakes their head.

So, I have to leave the bike there. it’s Thursday afternoon and he’s going to look if he has the necessary brushes and, if not, it’s a simple thing to order them in from Honda down in Dunedin down the coast 100 miles or so. Off on the bus I go.

Friday, I call several times during the day. “Nope, Mate, they haven’t come yet.” Saturday arrives and I’m calling again. Now they are concerned. They are trying to trace the courier package. My brushes and some other parts they’d ordered up from Dunedin by courier seem to have all gone astray.

I mean – what are the chances? Dunedin is 100 miles or so south of Christchurch. These are the only two relatively large cities on the entire island. Surely the courier hasn’t forgotten the way? “Nope, Mate, they’re still not here, sorry.” 3:30 PM Saturday comes and goes. That’s the last possible time they could have been delivered until Monday by courier.

Ah well. it all seems to be part of a larger pattern swirling around this entire motorcycle shipping business. I don’t know what it’s all about but I’m going to go with it gracefully – mostly because I’d look pretty silly and ineffectual shouting and moaning about it, eh?

So, it’s now 5 PM Sunday afternoon on a beautiful day here. My starter motor brushes are, hopefully, somewhere out there on the South Island and I believe my title is in Christchurch by now in a DHL office somewhere in the city. Eventually, they will all creep and crawl their way here and all of this will come together. And, until then, I will wait and enjoy all the other blessings showering down on me.

Sometime, I’ll have to tell you how much fun I’ve been having playing tennis again after all of these years.

Cheers, from paradise.

071204 – Summing up three weeks in New Zealand

Monday, December 3rd, 2007

Well, as you may have noticed, I haven’t been blogging much since I arrived here. I wrote up the trip and my arrival but nothing since then.

It’s been a busy three weeks. A definite flurry of getting reacquainted with friends I haven’t seen since last year. And there’s been a lot of tennis played as the weather, for the most part, has been excellent here.

But, I would say that preeminent thing that has preoccupied me since my arrival has been my motorcycle. I arrived on Tuesday, November 13th, here in New Zealand and my motorcycle was unpacked from its shipping container on Friday, November 23rd – about 10 days later. That’s not bad, considering there was a two week delay getting it aboard a ship in Los Angeles. The late Friday arrival however, meant I couldn’t begin my part of the activities until Monday the 26th.

Bringing a foreign vehicle into New Zealand is not for the faint hearted. Early Monday morning, I was on a bus headed out to near the Christchurch Airport to visit the NZ Biosecurity office there to process paperwork for my motorcycle and to arrange an inspection. Then, with papers from those folks in hand, I went over to the Customs House which is a mile up the road, quite close to the airport, proper. More papers were given and received there.

A lot of the paperwork shuffle was mysterious to me but I gathered that when the entire process was done, Customs would have been assured that Biosecurity had signed off and then customs would sign off as well.

By early afternoon Monday, I had a Biosecurity inspection scheduled at the Hilton Haulage Yard, where my motorcycle crate was, for 9 AM Tuesday morning.

Bright and early Tuesday, armed with all of the previous day’s papers and with a fully charged electric screwdriver for disassembling the crate, I arrived at the Hilton Haulage Yard and was issued with a bright orange vest and taken out to where my crate was. A very nice fellow from Biosecurity was already there looking at other imported goods and after a brief chat and a few photos of the crate prior to unpacking, he allowed as how I could disassemble it and then he’d do the Biosecurity inspection.

The crate is sprung a small amount on one seam

The crate was intact. It was sprung just a bit along one vertical seam but essentially, it weathered the trip well.

I employed the electric screwdriver and in about five minutes, we were ready to lift the crate’s top off the motorcycle and see how it had survived the trip. And … the answer was pretty well.

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Several of the tie-down ropes had come loose so it was obvious that there had been some serious shaking at some point but with the wheel chocks and the crate so snug around the bike, it had apparently survived undamaged. That was the cause for some smiles.

The Biosecurity inspection was passed with no problems and this then had to be communicated back to the customs folks so they could sign off. Both customs and Biosecurity had to sign off before Hilton Haulage would allow me to remove my stuff from their premises. I called customs and he was working on my paperwork and asked that I come back out to the Customs House to sign more papers and to bring the Biosecurity clearance.

So, another bus ride from southeast Christchurch to downtown, a bus transfer and then out to northwest Christchurch where the Customs House is. I had to sign a paper at customs agreeing that if I sold the motorcycle within NZ for the next two years, I would owe NZ customs duty which had been waived as the machine was my personal property. Papers were shuffled, papers were given and papers were taken away and, at some point, I was back out the door, confused and with different and more papers than I’d had when I’d gone in. Then onto the bus again to return to Hilton Haulage to reassemble my motorcycle. The ladies there accepted all my paperwork and gave me a release to remove my stuff.

The reassembly went well. It took about an hour. In spite of the fact that I’d packed a small set of tools selected to aid in the reassembly, I’d still forgotten to pack a number 8 metric wrench so it was a bit of a tussle with my Leatherman all-purpose tool but, eventually, it was all together. During this, several of the guys that worked at Hilton dropped by to see the assembly and to visit. One of them, Dion Leen, was a motorcycle rider and after awhile, he told me about a fellow named Ian Templeton at “Just Bikes” down in New Brighton who is the guy to know if you need a good reliable motorcycle mechanic. That was a piece of good luck and I wrote the information down.

It was getting around to about 4 PM when I got everything assembled. During this time, the fellow, Trent, I’d sold my motorcycle crate to on TradeMe (New Zealand’s equivalent to EBay in the US), had come by to collect the crate which I’d disassembled for him into all flat pieces. Trent was quite nice and gave me a ride to a local gas station and back so I could fill my small gasoline container (shipped for just this purpose) with fuel so I could put it in the motorcycle which had been drained for shipping.

Finally the moment came. Had I connected the battery right, was the battery charged, had I jiggled the wrong wires, had I blown any fuses, had I connected the fuel lines correctly. Do you think I was worried about any of these things? Naw!!! I turned the key and cranked it with three of Hilton’s finest standing as witnesses.

And it cranked, and it cranked, and it cranked. I knew it’s a hard-starter after being off for a few weeks. And, I’d had to re-add the gasoline as well. But, I was beginning to wonder if it would catch before the battery expired. Finally, it coughed. Then it ran a few licks twice. And, then it caught and ran. Hoo Ya! I’ve got to tell you, the alternatives were not pretty.

I had a lot of stuff to carry. Sharon’s helmet, a box of books we’d shipped in the crate, the little gas container and my bag with all my papers. The luggage compartment was already full with rags, ropes, tools and manuals. So, after a lot of strapping down and checking, I put on my coat and helmet and waved a goodbye to Dion and the other guys there and took off for my first motorcycle ride on the other side of the highway from what I’ve always known.

And, it wasn’t bad. When you drive a right-hand drive car, it seems very weird because everything in the car is reversed as well as everything outside. And, you have to keep very clear about the fact that NOW, most of the car is to your left so you don’t sideswipe vehicles, bicycles or people as you drive. With a motorcycle, much of this goes away. The motorcycle, itself, is the same as you’ve only known so all you have to deal with is the fact that you are on the other side of the road and that’s really not much of a problem.

The truth was, I was a lot more worried as I began my ride home in a light rain, that I wasn’t legal to be on the New Zealand roads. You see, I’d been through Biosecurity and Customs but I hadn’t yet dealt with New Zealand Land Transport. Those are the folks that issue license plates,isues registrations and verify the road-worthiness of all vehicles here in New Zealand. So, riding down the road with Washington State license plates on the back, I felt like a big target that was flashing, “Here I am, illegal as hell, riding down your highways – come and get me.”

But, the trip went well and in 20 minutes, I pulled into the garage space under our building and two days of fun were done.

But, there was more, much more, fun to be had in the near future.

Prior to my departure from the U.S., there were rumblings that my motorcycle title had been mislaid by the shipping company. I’d had to FedX my original ownership title to Global Transport in Seattle, the company I’d contracted with to do the shipping. They, in turn, had sent it down to Los Angeles where Conterm, who Global had contracted with, would show it to U.S. Customs who needed to see it before they’d allow the motorcycle to be shipped out of the country. Apparently, it made it to U.S. Customs and then back to Conterm. But, after that, the trail gets hazy.

At first there was a delay getting it back, and then there was a claim that it had been sent by mistake to the New Zealand associates of Conterm and then, after I arrived here and continued to press them to find the lost title, it was finally admitted that it had, indeed, been put into the wrong DHL packet somehow and shipped off – and now no one could find it.

Well, this has turned out to be a enormous problem for me. New Zealand Land Transport absolutely will not allow a newly imported vehicle to be registered here unless they see the original title to prove that the importer owns the vehicle.

So, here I am, in New Zealand for three months with a motorcycle I’ve shipped half way around the world and I cannot legally drive it here until I come up with a title. The U.S. authorities in Washington State where we’ve applied for a duplicate title, estimate six to eight weeks. New Zealand Land Transport, where I’ve applied to to allow me to circumvent this problem on this end, say nothing can be done in less than four to six weeks.

Just today, Conterm, who has admitted in an E-mail to losing the document and with whom I’ve been going back and forth for over a week regarding compensation for my losses here, have finally allowed as how they will pay my expenses – wait for it… – up to $300 US. Whooo-ee. Now that’s a generous deal. Just today, I paid $60 NZ to get a paper notarized here as part of sorting this mess out.

I’d asked then to consider reimbursing me for what it would cost me to rent a motorcycle or a car here for the period I cannot ride the motorcycle and this was their response. Motorcycles rent for no less than $150 NZ per day here. Cars can, perhaps be found for $25 to $50 per day. Meanwhile, I am sitting here with a machine I cannot use while my three months in NZ are ticking away. NOT GOOD.

$1500 US to ship it. Many hours to make the crate. Tons of planning and now I have a 450 pound steel and aluminum nick-nack in my garage here and no transport. And Conterm in a Multinational Corporation – and they can offer me $300 US. Amazing. I am wondering what my options here are.

Leaving the U.S.A.

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

Well, it’s been 15 days since I last posted and half a world away. I’ve been here for a week settling in and, frankly, procrastinating about posting. So much stuff has happened, it’s seemed daunting to wade into it all.

For those of you with short attention spans, the executive summary is that everything’s OK – you can go now 🙂 .

So, I left the Seattle area on November 6th and flew down to LAX and then got a rental car and drove down to Aliso Viejo in Orange County where my son, Dan, and his family live. I spent three days at their place and this is all written up here in “At Dan’s Place“.

After three days at Dan’s place, I spent a fourth evening at our friend Lare-Dog’s place out at Silverado Canyon where he lives in an RV. On the last day at Dan’s, he, Lare-dog and myself spent the day riding around Southern Orange County in Lare-dog’s restored 1951 Chevy. What a great trip down memory lane that was. It made me remember growing up in Southen California and being a beach bum when I was younger. It made me remember going to the beach, summer days, cruising around, drive-in theaters, drive-in hamburger stands and the 60’s. In those days, the sun was a friend.

At some point, we stopped at a great Mexican restaurant along the coast called Olamendis. As we walked in and looked around, I remembered the many long and wistful on-line conversations among American expatriots now living in New Zealand about missing Mexican restaurants and Mexican food. So I shot a lot of fun photos of Olimendis for them.

The big ride-around and our visit to Olimendis along with all the photos are written up here in “A ’51 Chevy and Olamendis“.

When I left Lear-dog’s place the next morning, I headed back into the heart of Orange County and caught the 405 freeway and headed up towards Los Angeles. That route takes you through Long Beach where I grew up and lived until we moved down to Orange County in 1980. Curious, I jumped off on 7th Street and pulled into my Alma Mater, California State University at Long Beach.

I’ve done this before – like every few years when I’m down. And it is always a trip down memory lane for me and a feeling of wonder both. I remember all the places that amazing things happened to me on Campus and I also see all the buildings and development that weren’t there when I attended from ’72 to ’76.

From there, I drove further into Long Beach on city streets and passed several of the places I lived in the 70’s. It is amazing how memory fades. I’m losing how to get from place to place there now. Those maps we all build in our minds of places that we so take for granted have started to seriously fade. I had to wander to look to recognize things so I’d know where to go next.

And, then when I found the place I was looking for, it was so small. The streets seemed smaller and dingier. Across from where we lived when Dan was in 3rd grade, there’s an elementary school. I remember so clearly going over and meeting his third grade class and his teacher and we took pictures which I think we still have somewhere. When you sat on our front porch, the entire school yard was just across the street and on the far side, a long ways away, there were the permanent school buildings.

Now, there are temporary school trailers (the kind that inevitably become permanent, if a neighborhood is struggling) right up against the school fence all along our side of the street and everything looks crowded and small.

I remember how happy we all were when I graduated college in 1976 and my first wife, Rose, her sister Ernie and myself all sat smiling and all dressed up on the front steps there. And the neighborhood was full of light and it was a good place to live and to be.

Now the people seem furtive and the neighborhood is a lot more run-down. The light I remember seems to have fled the place.

From there, I drove over to Long Beach Blvd, a major north-south artery connecting downtown Long Beach with North Long Beach, or Northtown as we called it then. I decided to drive up the boulevard all the way to the areas I lived in before I joined the service in 1966. All my time from fourth grade until I went off in the Military was spent there. I knew from previous trips what I would find. The town I grew up in, which was blue-collar white, is gone. All the faces now are brown and black and it looks like a war zone to my eyes. Ten foot fences with barbed wire surround the schools I attended. And if you drive by one of your old houses, you’d better not linger too long looking at it least a gang-banger comes out and asks you, “What for“.

But, I didn’t make it that far. Even half way up to Northtown, it got too desperate and too raw and I decided I just wanted to go and not destroy any more memories. So I jumped back onto the 405 and headed towards Los Angeles again and lunch with my long time friend and college buddy Freddie.

At some point, I passed a sign that said I was now in Los Angeles proper, population 3.7 million or so. And Los Angeles is just a small piece of all of it. From the home of the Valley Girls in the San Fernando Valley north of Los Angeles to the beginning of the Camp Pendelton Marine Base south of Nixon’s Western Whitehouse town of San Clemente, it is solid unrelenting people and concrete. And every year, it gets more and more densely entwined and relentlessly expands into every empty lot and every unclaimed hillside. The smart and affluent ones move upscale to the newer areas and the less affluent and the less intelligent stay behind and city spreads and leaves a slow decades long type of living gangrene behind. It changes so slowly that the people who live there can hardly see it. But, when you’ve been away, it breaks your heart.

In southern Orange County, some of the hills are still not developed or they are being retained as wildlife corredors. Dan and I took his son, Cody, on walks in some of these areas. I pointed out to Dan, that beneath all the glitter of the California lifestyle, the freeways, the shopping centers and the endless distractions, it’s just a coastal scrub desert. If it were not for the huge amounts of water being brought in and the trucks and trains running food and supplies in night and day, the number of people who could actually make a living off this land would be small, indeed. I told him it all hangs by a thread and that he should pay attention to how vulnerable he and those he loves are if the systems that are Los Angeles and Southern California ever begin to shut down. Mad Max won’t begin to describe it.

Having said all of that, we’re having a beautiful California-like evening here in Christchurch tonight. It was a hot afternoon and I went down and practiced tennis and then swam in the lap-pool. Now, I’ve opened the west facing curtains since the suns gone down and I’m sitting here shirtless typing. The sky is a dusky yellow fading up into the lightest of blues over the Southern Alps in the far distance. Around me is the South Island; half the size of Colorado and with only a million souls, total. Indeed, I’m in the center of the island’s largest city with 340,000 folks. It is paradise in the deep South Pacific. I’m am very blessed to be here.

But, I digress. So I continued up and met Freddie and we had a great lunch and drank endless cups of coffee and talked about all the stuff that we always seem to talk about – politics, religion, meaning and purpose. He’s a brilliant man and I am proud to call him my friend.

Then to LAX, turn in the car, check my checked luggage, call my sweetie-pie wife and wait to fly off to the other side of the world.

Next: “New Zealand Arrival“.

New Zealand Arrival

Tuesday, November 27th, 2007

The Flight from LAx to Auckland was about as I remembered it. I drank so much coffee talking with Freddie in Los Angeles that I think it prevented me from sleeping as well as I have on earlier trips – but it wasn’t too bad.

My view for 12 hours

The cabin lights came on after a long and semi-restless night and breakfast was served and the sun began to light the sky on the window on my side of the place as we began our decent into Auckland after crossing the entire Pacific Ocean. A distance I remember it took me over two weeks to cross on the ship, the Direct Tui, when I came here on her in 2003.

First view of New Zealand Welcome to Auckland, New Zealand

It was my third time to do it but there’s still something purely magical to me to step into the line for citizens and residents of New Zealand rather than into the lines for everyone else. It is always the first caress I get that tells me that this place is now mine. The usual questions from the NZ customs agent and then off to collect my luggage and answer more questions.

Oh, you work on a nursery, eh? Well, take your bags to line C and follow the directions there.” Line C took me to some nice folks who took all of my luggage apart again. It had all been gone through thoroughly in Los Angeles as they looked for bombs or whatever. Now their interest was Bio-Security. To make sure I wasn’t bringing in dirt caught in the treads of my shoes or food items that were not canned or sealed. I didn’t see the search in L.A. but I got to watch this one and they we nice folks. We talked and joked about things and, before long, everything was sort-of stuffed back into my luggage and I was free to check it in again. Remember, I was only in Auckland at this point. I still had another 2 hour flight down to Christchurch on the south Island before I was done traveling so I had to check it in for the Auckland to Christchurch flight.

Luckily, I was able to check my bags for the Christchurch flight at the International Terminal where I’d come in so that I didn’t have to schlep them over to the Domestic Terminal as we sometimes have to do.

So, free of my big luggage and with just my small hand-carry, I followed the blue line from the International Terminal to the Domestic Terminal and enjoyed my first morning back in New Zealand.

The first half of the flight to Christchurch is always boring as you are over the sea but then, later, you begin to pass down the length of a least part of the South Island. Mountains give way to hills and hills to plains and all the while you are remembering maps and trying to place yourself based on what you see.

I have a special mission this trip and that is to begin to zero in on areas not too far from Christchurch were we can find heavily forested land out in the countryside not more than two hours drive from the city.

So, I was gawking out the windows and shooting pictures of likely looking places and thinking that later I could use Google Earth to match of the patterns of brown and green in my images so I could reconstruct where exactly I was when I shot the photos.

A likely area, perhaps

20 photos later (I’ll spare you the other 19), we were on the ground and my friends, Tobi and Alex were there just as they had promised to pick me up (oh, beautiful people!).

Good friends at the end of a long trip

We dropped my luggage off at the apartment and went off to The Lotus Heart restaurant on Colombo and ate lunch and talked and caught up on things. What a lovely ‘welcome back’. Then, they had errands and they brought me back to my place and came up for a few minutes and we all looked around and then they took off.

Looking around – that was nice. My beloved was here for a month back in August and did some interior decorating so there was lots to see. New thangkas on the walls, some new furniture, everything newly painted – it was beautiful.

And how different it all was from when I arrived last year and had to find temporary accomodations while I waited for the renters in our apartment to move out so I could take possession. Everything was in a turmoil and temporary and I didn’t get into the apartment until December 22nd after having arrived around November 10th.

This year, it couldn’t have been any more different. A beautiful apartment was waiting; warm, decorated, inviting and ours. It was a big pleasure to just look around and contemplate the next three months.

Motorcycle – bye bye …

Thursday, October 18th, 2007

Longing to get back onto a steady diet of end-of-the-world stories of doom and destruction? Yearn no more! Only this last bit of the motorcycle serial saga to slog through and you’re back to the hi-grade stuff:

Armageddamite to spread all over your reality sandwiches, coming up.

But first, this:

So, I was out of bed at six. Darker than hell. Back in bed til 6:20 and then up again, regardless (still very dark). Off to Starbucks for serious inspiration and then back home as the sun’s rising.

I Bubble-wrapped stuff until I ran out of bubble-wrap and then off to the UPS store for more. Strange, sometime you’re just overrun with Bubble-wrap and then one day you need it and you have to go pay five bucks for ten feet. If I was a pack rat, I’d have died right then.

More wrapping and then outside into the light rain to pressure wash off the biological goo-goo accumulating on the machine. Serious fear of NZ biosecurity at this point.

Wah! Wah! Wah! (sirens) – “Look, there’s a leaf under the tail pipe. Grab that evil polluting Yank and call the SAS boys – we’re going to have a hanging!

There was a bit of dirt up in the deep treads of the bike’s brand new tires. Sharon saw it last night. it was, therefore, there all night and so I slept restless. “They don’t want our dirt in NZ – got to get it out, get it out….” (circular dream – ain’t they fun?).

I tightened up all the rope tie-downs again. All of that looks good. Plan #2 is a good one. Then I strapped the various bubble-wrapped packages onto the pallet gathered around the bike and, finally, we’re ready to lower the top over the whole works. And we do so and it still fits. I mean, it should, right? But after yesterday, when I looked down and saw the entire pallet warped, I trust nothing now.

At this point it is 11:30 and the truck’s due at two to four PM. I’m feeling pretty on-top-of-it – on-schedule, don’t you know? This is until Sharon says, “Look, a big truck’s pulling in.” And it says Global on the side of the truck. Global is the name of the shipping company – this is bad news!

The driver backs up so the lift gate is facing the crate (still open) and basically his truck takes over the entire parking lot (we are open for business whilst all this is transpiring). He comes over and I have deja-vu. His voice is exactly like Sawyer’s voice on the show Lost. But, I manage to get by that and say, “You were not suppost to be here until 2 PM.” “Nobody told me anything about that.“, he replies, in Sawyer’s voice.

Furious brain activity ensues behind my shifting eyes. Shifting as they dart from the crate to the truck to the parking lot to everyone looking at me. Yow! We’ve got a problem, Huston.

A few minutes later, I’ve talked him into exploring the possibilities of a fast food lunch in Monroe and sent him off for an hour.

But, while he was here, we managed to establish that the lift gate on his truck is EXACTLY 8 feet wide – as is the crate. That’s a close but no cigar sort of a deal. His idea was that with four of us, we could man-handle the crate around and drag it onto his lift gate length-wise rather than sideways. The idea being that when unfolded, the lift gate extends out 5 feet from the back of the truck and with an 8 foot crate, it should balance on the gate as he lifts it.

The dragging and man-handling part is not appealing to me. The crate weighs a lot and forcing and stressing it around over gravel and rocks doesn’t sound like a good start to me. Especially when the NZ biosecurity folks are going to be looking at whatever gets embedded in it during the process.

So he leaves and I franticaly finish assembling the crate and screw everything down top and bottom and it’s done and sealed and then Jesus and Dino bring up big large tractor (rear wheels five foot tall) and they proceed to run straps under the crate and they lift it under the bucket.

The truck driver returns, still sounding like Sawyer. I mention this to him and he smiles. He knows Lost and he like Sawyer.

He lets the lift gate down and Jesus gingerly manuvers the crate onto it length wise and then disconnects. The driver pulls the lever and it rises and you can see the lift gate visibly sagging. He says, “That’s a lot heaveier than 500 pounds.” Exactly my thought. We find out later, when it’s arrived in Seattle and been offically weighed, that it’s 842 pounds.

But the gate does rise and now it ready to be pushed into the truck. The tractor approaches and carefully it is pushed inside.

Yahoo! I can see daylight now now. A few papers signed and he’s off and I’m blessing the truck as it departs and breathing a sigh of relief.

It’s a pirate’s life for me…

Of course, I have no idea what will happen from now until I see the beast on the docks in Littleton, New Zealand, on the South Island but … that’s fun for another day. I’ve got it all insured from here to there so it’s all out of my hands. I can only hope I’ve remembered to pack everything necessary into the crate.

There were tools to reassemble the bike there, There were helmets and gloves. There was even a heavy box of books I tossed in at the last moment. Since I know the shippers are charging me on volume and not weight, it seemed like a good idea.

It’s shipped!  Now look what New Zealanders have to look forward to:

Here I come.

Motorcycle on the brain

Tuesday, October 16th, 2007

All day today I’ve worked flat out getting the motorcycle ready to ship. The truck’s coming tomorrow on Wednesday between two and four in the afternoon.

Yaaaaaaaaa!!

Everything always takes longer than you think. I pressure washed the bike and then I began to remove the parts that had to be taken off and placed into the shipping crate separately because they’d have made it too long or too tall.

Then, there was the matter of draining the gasoline. Easily said but tougher to do. I finally had to take the tank off and empty it and then put it back on. An hour or more shot.

The battery had to come out and I discovered that the cells were low on water so that took time to deal with.

Then there was the headlight assembly to remove. It makes the m/c two inches too tall for the crate. And, it didn’t come easy. Finally, after a lot of stressing and head scratching and resisting the urge to just give it a damn good yank, I sorted it out. Another hour vanished.

I received news from the shipping folks that I had to overnight FedX the bike’s title to them. And that took some time.

All the time, I’m watching the clock and pushing and pushing.

Finally, the bike’s ready and I roll it out to where I’ve got the pallet strategically placed for the truck’s lift gate. Once the bike’s on the pallet, we won’t be able to move it much, if at all.

I roll it up on the pallet and position it. It’s raining and a bit windy. No matter – got to press on.

Meanwhile, Sharon, my wife, is in the garage painting the crate’s top and sides with all the various things that need to be there like the destination address, this side up and that sort of thing.

I’m outside tying the m/c down to the pallet according to the plan I worked out a day or so ago. Tying and tightening. Tying and tightening. I get done – at least I think I’m done with that part – and I look at the pallet from a distance – and it is bowed – way bowed – impossibly bowed. I know, just by looking at it, that the crate’s top will never mate with the pallet correctly with that much bowing.

I’m bummed and tired so I go in and eat the second half of my lunch and have a bit of coffee. Sheron and I talk and it’s looking like I’ll need to contact the shipping folks first thing in the AM and wave off the truck for another week while I sort all of this out. But, I’m not sure yet.

After sitting and thinking for a bit about why the pallet’s bowed, I work it out and I see that I can strap the m/c down a different way and avoid stressing and bowing the pallet. Of course, a good question at this point is, if I undo the pre-stress on the pallet, will it rebound to it’s former shape? It’s 5:30 PM and the light willbe going soon. I decide that since I can’t contact the shipping people until morning anyway, I might as well wade in again and see what, if anything can be done.

I untie everything and start in again and I can see immeditely, that this is a much better plan. Less rope, better tensioning.

It is amazing. You try to think something out and then you implement it. And it is rarely as good as you’d imagined. But, having dented your ego, you go in again and redo things with the input of what you learned was wrong the first time and, with this empirical (and not so mental) approach, you end up with a better solution.

So it is here. The bike is more secure, the ropes are tighter and there’s no obvious reason what any of the tie-down stress applied should be bowing the pallet.

But, the pallet’s still bowed. I get Sharon to come and help me and we run some 2×4’s under the middle of the pallet so that the ends are suspended and then I stand on one of the ends. The pallet is now mostly straight. Yahoo! if it sits this way overnight, I think it will be good.

With this encouragement, I press on tying the remaining ropes. But, I have to stop as the light’s basically gone so I setup an outside light and continue. The rain comes and goes.

Finally, it’s all tied down according to plan #2 and the pallet’s looking good.

Still, I can’t stop. I’ll have to either call and cancel in the morning right away or let the truck come on. And, if it comes and I’m not ready, it’s a wasted trip, some pissed off shippers and probably a bill for not less that $165 for the truck’s time to ride out here and back.

I’d like to know if I’m close enough or not to pull this off. I’m worried because as I get down to the last minute under pressure, the chances of me forgetting to do something or pack something essential into the crate or whatever are growing with the pressure and the late hour. And, of course, if there’s biological debris in the crate because I was in too much of a hurry to keep it all clean for NZ BiSecurity, then all the cleaning was wasted and they’ll sterilize it all and charge me for the pleasure.

It’s 7:30 PM and cold and I’m down to the next step which I’m afraid is a big one. All of the small stuff like the bike’s luggage carrier, the front headlight assembly, the front fender, the battery, the tools I’m sending, the helmet, gloves and goggles and all such need to be placed on the pallet. I’ve been envisioning making custom wooden mounting brackets to hold and support these things and I know that will be a lot of small, detailed, slow and fussy work.

I carry the luggage carrier out and place it on the pallet behind the front wheel and the engine’s pipes. It just fits and nicely. Suddenly, I have an epiphany. Why not bubble wrap the hell out of all such pieces and simply wedge them into spots around the botton of the bike on the pallet. At worse, I’ll have to put a strap over a piece and attach the strap with a small nail which is quick and easy.

So, I bring all of the pieces out and lay them out on the pallet. All of them are easy except for the battery which does need specific support. But, this is WAY better than I’d been imagining.

I definitely have the kind of engineer’s brain that makes simple stuff way too hard sometimes. <sound of my hand slapping my face>

At 8 PM, I call Sharon out and show her the progress and the plan and tell her I’m thinking I am not going to wave off the truck. I can pressure wash the bike and pallet combo in the morning early to reclean it and buy a length of bubble wrap from the postal store up the road and pack all the stuff that’s going and have the top of the crate on the pallet by noon – so long as no more big problems come up. I decide to go for it.

I really want the m/c gone tomorrow. I’ve got several other big projects screaming for time before I leave for New Zealand on November 7th and time is a pressing me. If the m/c doesn’t go, it will continue to eat my brain and time. If it goes, I can change to the next project.

So, 7 AM tomorrow. Mr.Optimism is going out there again to slay the beast. Wish me luck.

Oh, and here’s the crate after Sharon’s painting improvements:

Beautiful crateMost glorious crate

Ps. for those of you obsessed with the impending end-of-the-world (crash-blogging and all that), I haven’t forgotten. I’m just saving it all up. Though it may not be until I arrive in the southern hemisphere that I gain sufficent time back to do that small matter the justice it deserves. I’m just steering this little paper-boat life of mine here along between the falling dollar and the rising insanity hoping it’ll all stay stable for a bit more. And, check air fares to NZ round-trip. They are running $2000+ and I don’t think they are ever going to get much better with fuel prices rising. It’s going to be damned difficult to make it down there in another few years. Boating, anyone?