Pay peanuts, get monkeys.

Money exhibition

As we’ve already established thanks to our mates at the NZ Herald, journalism in this country is populated – certainly at the bottom end – by the barely literate. It’s possible that it was an honest typo, but my heart-wrenching fear is that the staffer had to resort to spelling Monet phonetically.

The third option is that our beloved copywriter has delivered a particularly on-the-nose jab at the big-money nature of The Art Industry. I’ll leave it to you, gentle reader, to decide how much credence I give this possibility.

An unexpected visitor

unexpected-visitor

Why she was inside I don’t know, she seemed to be enjoying flying highspeed orbits around the light in the living room, but as fun as it might have been for a little while, I can’t imagine it would stay amusing.

Street art.

Flava Flav pasteup

He might look like a stencil, but he’s actually a pasteup – which he makes up for by being really huge, maybe 150cm high. Lives at the corner of Park & Carlton Gore Rds, on a boarded over window of an old closed down service station.

Only boring people keep the black rubbery things on the down side.

Mountain biking gravel rash. :D

She was a fun old day on the mountain — it’s not really a mountain, but then it’s not called “forestry land trail biking”, now is it? — so of course I had to add to my tally of (minor) bike related injuries. It’s all making me feel like a 12 year old. I mean, who has gravel rash on their knees at this age?

AWESOME PEOPLE!

That’s who.

I’m under no illusions.

Mazda MX5 with two mountain bikes attached.

I know this looks silly, but we have such a good goddamn time when we go mountain biking (out at Woodhill), that I tolerate the ridiculousness of strapping bikes to my tiny car. (Shot taken when we took a quick stop for frozen yoghurt. SO GOOD.)