November 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
Doing what IMHO bloggers do here is a personal reflection on behalf of a moneymaker with a 3-letter lead in a lot of gardens around the place. Presently wears a brilliant green smile, yet could blossom for knowing what was missed in the moments before this.
I just got back into the house in time. Time to miss the front part of something ending with “Heads”. Coming up on radio. Yep, that radio, that station which most days has gotten to grace this personal space. Rather than others.
Does this missed moment thusly amount to the toss of a coin; loss of a body? Putting but two possibilities into mind. To play one off against the other. On this most dull and drizzle-led morning.
Talking o’ bets I can’t say with any enthusiasm whatsoever that the guy on about ipredic (tive ?) knew a whole lot. Yeah, sure, the ‘trading’ moved things along. But for whom. ? Mebbe the more persistent ‘trader’ for a likely one-off result.
Or er.. am I being churlish to suggest how a guy does it for the money and fingers the operator creaming all-and-sundry. Most other points made — incl. static, or spot, polls needing compensate for no-vote ‘participants’ — gee when toast is toast aint that one roast! — hence don’t compare are hoggie washie. Why would they want to compare? So – (yes James as a frequent user I’m happy for you to point this wee word out) – putting the GBShaw foremost my message to cruddy buddy@ipredic (tive) is money makes money. That’s all.
To those seeking greater expertise I’d ask whether they would constructively cane history by framing a specific and plot its moving average(1) over a longer time, and (2) likewise shorter time with greater frequency. By which results one might at a mere glance discern an overall trend AND its likely cause.
Next up I’m hoping delve into the whatsnot on the table. Politically-speaking. On the day figures but definitely off table-setters’ agenda. By such honest-to-goodness means is democracy rebuilt. Hand on the flag I would openly declare: what trust is one who would not serve peers with a straight look in the eye. And a steady voice.
Aspecting the body. Did anyone else notice a certain suited gent, minus jacket, emerge from a house with offerings instead of profferings for those gathered there. Spot the fuller shirt, the wider waist, the merchant’s arms, the palms uppermost. You did—hey well done you! From whence I come [ not Venice, definitely not Venice! ] they’d call that the price of political capital. Aint nothing wrong with this so long as the guy knows. And does ss-strong things about it. Eh mister wordman? Speak up, man, la maison se trouvait vide. Know what I mean?
And if you don’t go easy on yourself because everyone else does.
November 24, 2011 § Leave a comment
November 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
Good question said the GSK at hearing BB’s voice.. Yersh, said he.. volubly..
Heard the one about a fly in a pie..?
(they wouldn’t, he thought, being as how the blog sent up disappeared.. at least to his dtp… spearing another thought that a remote server is exactly that as far as he’s concerned… whereas for meself I’d say weird emails are more likely ‘culprit’ clout inside inferior minds who can’t take the losers’ look)
Here’s to you, blog,
fly straight and land square,
beat those weird people
with machines out there
November 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
I believe for every drop
of rain that falls
A flower knows—
At which point Blackbird saw the Above-Average Aves (AAA) mouths gape when a Great Spotted Kiwi let rip unintended rudeness at this year end’s bird bash. Shrilling: Holely fevver—there’s a fly in this pie!!
Blackbird listened. Fly.? pie.? How strange. Better take a closer look..
Dead or alive..? Dunno.. Assit got wings? Course it’s got wings, yer gormless—flies got wings—Shuddup! Listen ta GSK willyer.. says there’s only one wing. Which one. ? de right one. Yeah riight.. gottabe right then, eh. Hang on, he’s coming to.. Now then what’s the story fly? Who are ya and where ya frum??
[ BG: With keen eyes compensating for BB‘s lack of beak patently clear was a quivering frightfull sight before them. No way was the fly about to answer such sharp-looking curiosity. Not one to normally do so, BB pushed himself to the front where he might peer directly into the fly’s eye. ]
BB: — Talk to me. Only me, fly. I’ll call you OneWing, that all right. Good. In the circumstances in which you find yourself, appropriate, too. Well now, OneWing, would you kindly explain fly in a pie. How clever, or otherwise, is that? Were you in for a feed or seeking food status? Take your time… in your own words s’il vous plait..
In the course of this OW‘s quivering ceased and it tried to step from a pie gravy pool into which it had fallen. BB’s words were calming but the french bit really impressed. Here was a class act.. OW thought.. a culture king.. a.. a someone to talk to.. mebbe he could do better than talking himself out of a paper bag… mebbe..
OW: [ sotto voce ] — I was at the mall wiv me mates, sir. Yeah, working the tables like. One minute I’m round the plates.. on the tables.. the next I’m on the wall.. the mall wall. Great place to be.. sunning yoursell fru skylights. And that’s when I-spied it.. this pie. Well, usually I’d tippem orf, see. But er… somehow I couldn’t.. there was hundreds of em. Big prob wiv flies.. too many of us!
BB: Hot pie.. cold pie? And how couldn’t they see it before you?
OW: Cooling, sir, cooling-to-cold axshally. From where I was on the wall, see. Then there was a napkin over it. Someone had taken orf in hurry, you know what people are.
BB: So you flew down and crawled in through a hole, did you?
OW: Correct, sir. Mind you, just one thing, sir. Flies don’t crawl nowhere. I stepped into this pie fru the big hole. Front door if you er care to er.. see it my way. Nuffink wrong wiv dat. I mean, sir, you and me, weez honorable anima. Sure, our tribe says it’s better risk management to be a mall fly than outside wiv aves after us all the time, but we all do a good job in there. Clearing up is about efficiency innit. And face it, how often would any one of us get a go at the whole pie?
BB: Take your point. So.. let me see… mind if I bring in our Great Spotted on this.. Good. Well, what do you reckon GSK? Your pie, too. Are we looking at error of judgement..? And/or honorable action for which DISINTERESTED PARTY DETERMINATIONS are necessary? Thus said, by which assumed right ought we compris this, accept the I and myty or the more common— Yes?
GSK: WYSIWYG for me. Diss pie fell offa truck. Diss fly lost a wing in a dark lark. Deserved! Innit for the meat, got the gravy. Intended leaving nothing for anyone but a crust. Hard crust at that.
Bottom Line: From mall to bird bash. What else overheard.? One thing for sure the ‘hidden paw’ is not a bird…
Watch this space.
November 14, 2011 § Leave a comment
Morning has Broken
Blackbird has Spoken
Like the First Bird …
Singing how kiwis appear to have lost clear markers of what is what.. in and for their General Election Campaign 2011.
No, not talking tape, or “covert recordings”, or what’s innit, what issent, that’s over to the authorities.. now!
Am talking judgement, in respect of which supposed authority has come to dictate what kiwi voters shall think without itself first setting example. Leadership.
Result of the kerfuffle is that among above-average Aves the overall electorate’s determination is between the I-and-myty principals of i-parties and more communal democratic principles.
Blackbird listened. This one can because born with a short beak defect he takes too much of the family’s time finding grub to grow on, so siblings get a go. BB’s on comms. First attribute a keen listener.
First listen: the PM telling journos “I think this is (serious)… my view is..”
Is the I personal..? — Is the my personal..? individual, legal individual thattis.. or Prime Ministerial.??? — Commander-in-grief stuff? — Yersh! Gotta point there BB — Whaddat ? — Law’s personal.. re rights.. to personal privacy, see — ministerial is ministerial — meaning it aint personal? — See what I mean? They do it on the job, all day, every day, paid more to do more, gettit? — Look, we could squawk all day and only end up with supper from BB. Ministers get more ta give more..
[ BG: BB figured hearing a minister on this.. waited for the boomer for transport with a gal’s name because round here folks reckon a road bridge on the local highway has gotten the best surface its ever had, making for less bump-roused roosts in the night, less wear and tear tires, springs and longer life vehicles with fewer bills—as far as all concerned meaningful sustainable VALUES to trump paperweight “cost/benefit” $ pro-and-con blah blah]
Second listen: the minister of transport pertinently answering the-mister-in-between on radio’s MR this morning: No. Look, “the PM ” has …
Not I – not (for him) sensibly possible: not my – again not (for him) sensibly possible: but PM — definitively ministerial of the first kind.
Something or others have gotten misplaced and badly used here: what is serious about it amounts to more than the D-word in the john in Auk land. And misuse of the kiwis’ proxy. It adds from the fact of the presumption that meeting a non-parliamentary private citizen allows the top parliamentary office holder to shed public responsibilities and obligations attendent that Office.
Bottom line: Shall the I-and-myty princi-pals be allowed dump democratic principles.. With impunity??
Watch this space..
November 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
News tags had PBO talking to APEC like:
‘Asia.. Pac-Rim.. now that’s the place to be.. where all the real action will be..’
On the other phone he was telling Congress and the so-called US Super-Committee: Gettit Done, I’m Outta Here.
My lips are sealed re what Secretary Clinton saying will be for real in the first part.. but you could be forgiven for thinking about China’s minimal requirements for their inclusion in APEC…
November 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
With little Jimmy – HEADS-UP HERE – in mind I thought I’d complement the rnz folks for their ’embed’ feature to the content therein.. how come I didna know you did this?
The option I was looking for – sorta stv on mmp – was nowhere to be found 😉
Which is likely what happens when a fellow blossoms his ‘triple color band’ system (green, red, blue) into a six, four, seven win sequence in the lotto he didna have the brains or time to enter..
Anyway, thanks to wee Jimmy for breaking a smile on his face…