Well done to Ireland on a 33-31 win - yes, another heartbreaking #Wallabies loss but also a lot of positives to take away from this game esp as we play the French next week. Onwards. ๐ฆ๐
USA. A backyard. One man guarding a grill for four hours.
He never left it once.
Everyone else drifted and drank and laughed. But one man stood alone before the flames, turning meat with a long fork, immovable. I knew him at once. The keeper of the sacred fire.
I took my place beside him and said nothing. After a while, he spoke.
"Low and slow," he said, eyes on the coals. "You can't rush it. Rush it, you ruin it."
I bowed my head. A blade, a tea, a life. None can be rushed. I had crossed four thousand miles to hear my grandfather's words from a man in a "KISS THE COOK" apron.
"Everything worth doing is slow," I agreed.
He glanced at me. Something passed between us.
"My wife says just use the oven." He shook his head at the fire. "She doesn't get it."
"They never do," I said.
And this is where it turned.
For the first time in years, this man had been understood. And he rose to meet it. His back straightened. His voice dropped low. A teenager reached for the grill and the man lifted one hand without even looking. "Not yet." The boy retreated. He was becoming what I already believed him to be.
A woman asked when the food would be done. "It's ready when it's ready," he told the flames.
Three people approached. Three were turned away with a single word. By the fourth hour, no one questioned him. The whole party had arranged itself around the man and his fire, the way a village arranges itself around a shrine.
Then he handed me the fork.
"Watch it a sec. I gotta pee."
I have been trusted with castles.
I have never been more honored.
He served everyone before himself, and ate last, standing, still watching the coals. We never traded names. We did not need to.
He believed he had finally met a man who took his cooking seriously.
I believed I had finally met America's last samurai.
Neither of us will ever correct the other.
So tell me, America.
Who is the man at your gathering who will not leave the grill?
Have you ever once asked him why?
I think he is still standing there.
Guarding the fire.
Waiting for one person to understand.
Actual truth is NZ is increasingly celebrated internationally as an example of planning reform - started by National in 2016, continued by Labour and now going forward again under this government - working. In two decades of often poor public policy we should celebrate this.
It would be incredibly easy to solve the cost of living crisis.
1. Arrest Drew Palvou
2. Abolish mandatory preferential voting
3. Mandate German and Indonesian in schools
Why does Albo refuse to act?
When I was 18 here were the options any night of the week, cheaper on Thursdays and many bars had different specials on different nights .
$2.50 beers and basic spirits
$10 jugs of beer.
A cab home about 15 min drive from the CBD was $12.
I am 45 this year but this is why people drink a lot less.
.@johnforeman_cbe 1/3 I ignore 'official' names. I use the English names of cities. I call Bombay 'Bombay', and Peking 'Peking', likewise Prague, Kiev, Paris, Florence, Seville, Geneva, Copenhagen, Munich, Warsaw, Bucharest etc.
Never stop saying "dozen" and "half dozen". Never stop using the word you read in an old novella. Never stop using your regional jargon. Don't succumb to an internationalized English stripped of its whimsy and romanticism in the name of streamlining global commerce.
My take on Tucker Carlson: He is (likely) working with pro-Gulf elements within the CIA and global elite circles but this is actually a good thing for America since our interests more closely align with Gulf nations than with [redacted].