Thursday, October 12, 2006

And the winner is...

...not this one. But it looks good, huh?!

Polling has now closed, boys and girls. I would like to congratulate Team Boring for their last minute run - we will be consuming Hokey Pokey this afternoon. You can see the final results here (I hope!). Hopefully it sees us safely through 5 re-hashes of Vulture Culture. Watch this space for the next scintilating poll...with a total of 84 posts for the controversy of Icecream, we've got a record to break!

Just while we're on the topic of Hokey Pokey...
- Wikipedia claims it is a participation dance that became popular in America in the 1950s.
- But it also recognises Hokey Pokey (icecream): an icecream flavour sold in New Zealand which is, according to the New Zealand Ice Cream Manufacturers Association, the country's second most popular. We churn through two million litres every year.
- It was a slang term for icecream in many areas for a while there, referring especially to icecream sold by street vendors. It's thought these street vendors (many of whom were Italian) sang a song which included the words 'Hokey Pokey' somewhere.
- The Encylopaedia of Food reckons the term comes from the Italian 'Oche Poco' ('Oh how little') and refers to 'mixed colours and flavours of icecream in cake form'. Random.

Just to throw something into the mix...

"People of the Croc Hunter Ilk are Worse Than the Most Bloodthirsty Slob Hunter"

Save a Grizzly, Visit a Library

By Dr. CHARLES JONKEL

The mass media, wildlife film industry, wildlife filmmakers, Hollywood celebrities and wildlife agencies need a good dressing down. The proliferation of "el cheapo," entertainment-oriented wildlife films causes drastic impacts on wildlife species worldwide. As humans become ever more oriented to human creations, totally urban lifestyles, glitz and glitter, personalities, high-speed everything, oddball "moments", self-centered blogs, instant wealth at anything's expense, frivolous religion and politics, and endless/meaningless drivel and marketing, wild animals suffer.

So the Croc Hunter was done in by a stingray and Timothy Treadwell by a brown bear. In both cases they earned their own demise, fooling with nature, doing goofy things with large and formidable animals better left alone.

Steve Irwin's stupid behaviors with animals teasing them, getting too close, goading them into attacks not only teaches bad value and interactions relative to wildlife, but will be copied by thousands of other airheads for decades to come and has set ever lower standards for the media-an industry which constantly exploits wildlife with quick-and-dirty films, film clips, and wildlife "news" focused on the trivial.

For 29 years I have rallied against such wildlife pornography. I created the International Wildlife Film Festival to set high standards and to promote the production of high-quality wildlife films. Even before IWFF, I recognized that bears (in particular) were vulnerable to excessive and dramatized reporting and human interest. I started early on (the early 1960s) to teach not exploiting bear "charisma" for profit and gain, or to enhance one's ego. I have always used bears as a medium to teach and communicate about science and nature, but in ways not detrimental to the bears.

Likewise, for decades I have been trying to encourage wildlife agencies, wildlife researchers, managers, law enforcement people, and university-level wildlife departments to deal with extensive wildlife exploitation within the mass media, the wildlife film industry, and wildlife film marketing. Professionals, well aware of the terrible impacts on wildlife by market hunters early in the 1960s, have steadfastly remained in denial about wildlife in the wildlife film marketplace. Even today, almost no wildlife management, research, or law enforcement is practiced on, focused on, or taught about the enormous, deleterious effects of bad wildlife filmmaking, distribution, marketing or screening.

I often note that hunters, fishermen and trappers are constantly controlled, regulated, held to high sportsman standards and pursued for violations. The typical hunter has a wad of papers about 200 pages long in his or her pocket in order to "stay legal," to guide on bag limits, seasons, hunting times, sex and age, closed or open areas, care of the meat, caliber of the rifle or type of shot used, etc. In the meantime, those same agencies encourage and aid countless filmmakers, camera crews, photographers, editors, writers, and whatever to go out and do whatever they want, when they want and where they want. Staff biologists are not encouraged to monitor, evaluate and speak out on, or control, wildlife productions. The content is basically considered entertainment for in the evening, not a wildlife professional's responsibility. Treadwell, for example, was allowed to do many things illegal for others to do.

Worse, perhaps, the needed standards, ethical evaluations, impacts on wildlife and actions needed are not included in wildlife textbooks or classrooms. The whole matter is studiously ignored, as not important in the profession of wildlife biology, despite the 29 years that IWFF and the Great Bear Foundation have called for action. "Poachers with a camera" still mostly write their own rules. People like Irwin and Treadwell still do what they damn well please with animals-countless actions that a hunter would be fined and jailed for. Star-struck is for kids, not wildlife professionals. Filmmaking should not be an allowable way to exploit wildlife for money and fame. The National Geographic Society and the Discovery Channel and all of their defenders should hang their heads in shame for promoting stupid TV actions over sound wildlife biology.

So why does this problem go on forever? People steal the charisma of the animals to boost their own ego and status, which translates into money. It is always the money. So far as I care, wildlife will be considerably better off without Treadwell and Irwin. Where are the other voices of the people who should object? Why should the balance always be stacked for the sensational, the glitz?

Charles Jonkel is president of the Missoula-based Great Bear Foundation

[Colour and emphasis added by me, to grab your attention. Pretty harsh, huh?! What do you think?]

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

On blogging, again.

I'm sitting writing this on the top of Maori Hill, surrounded by four printers (that's right, four), three computers (that's right, three) and a contraption that burns five dvds at a time (that's right, five). I'm currently manning them - or should I say, attempting to keep them under control. All in the name of science communication - Andy's taking his Plight of the Penguins to the world. It's a reasonably boring task, and I've been passing the time mulling over people's blogs. As you do, at 1am in the morning. That's normal, right?! Just ask Pip's flatmates...

If you've been reading my classmate's blogs, you'll know by now that this blog is no longer compulsory. I'm now blogging of my own free will. If you'd told me I would do this, way back in July when I grudgingly put finger to keyboard, I would have laughed you out of town. But Pip's right, it's bloody addictive.

Tonight, I've been entertained. Not just by frothy stuff (that's usually my favourite bit at this time of night) but by truely mentally stimulating material. Bojun's done a piece on the natural history doco industry; Katie on Pakeha's attachment to the land; Sarah on the State of the Planet; Lu's taught me loads about gamelan. And it doesn't stop there. This blog thing has awakened in a lot of us a fantastic creativity. Photos are shared left right and center; clips are made; comic books even spring up! I'll concede this one Lloyd - the bog thing has got my whole-hearted backing. And now that it's no longer strictly course-constrained (did we ever really adheed to that rule anyway?!) it'll be even more random. Bring it on!

I guess this means I'm joining the ranks. Pip, Sarah, Nick, Alastair (anyone else?!)...we will soldier on in the blog-o-sphere - and at least this means that I'll have something to do whilst earning my crust at stupid hours of the morning!

Sunday, October 08, 2006

It's Icecream time, folks!

Ok, so no more kidding around. As this Friday marks the official End of Class (even if Richard has decided to do his own Auckland thing and schedule a class for Monday) we will be celebrating with Icecream to go with our Music Vid World Premiere. This is a serious matter, as Hokey Pokey seems to be making a last minute come-back. I suggest that we all get our voting mice clicking. Oh, and may the best Icecream win!

Farewell, Nick!

We bade Nick farewell last night with a bit of a BBQ at Mark's place. As I've said before Nick, sad to see you off, but you'll be a fantastic doc., and it's nice to have a mate in Aussie to visit (if I eventually get over there...!)

Pip supplied the evenings gormet delight (although the food was fantastic all round) - some Flat Ugly Snail from the Catlins. It was first time taste testing for Dwayne-o, who gave it two thumbs up...

Dwayne's first tentative taste...

Host and hostess.

Nick, Katie and Pip. Not crazy, just look it.

Bullkaka.

Great word. Discovered it last night. Deserved to be a blog title.

Soccer: what this blog is really about.

Reason: we lost both games again last week.

Justification: you need to appreciate our go-get-'em attitude.

Summary: we played the Zoology Muppets, and lost, but had fun doing it.

Epilogue: we have scheduled a rematch for Wednesday.

Acknowledgements: Pip, for use of her camera. We luuuuvvv you, Pip!

Bit-that-comes-after-the-credits: NHFC Soccer is in no way Exclusive Bretheren (1. we don't have the money; 2. we have no political or religious affiliation; 3. we play games on Sunday; 5. we're not just bretheren, we're women too; 6. we're inclusive! Share soccer love!) so we welcome any willing participants...! 5.30 Wednesday Logie Park Ground One.

[Photos to come - Blogger having issues]

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Sequin Overload

One of the RNZB's dancers in full flight during an Ihi FrENZy performance.

Ballet Concierto's poster pic.

Basically, I'm not a balletomane. Never have been, never will be. Tutus, point shoes and insanely predictable routines do not float my boat. So, why, then, would I ever go to the ballet? Why then, did I go to Ballet Concierto on Friday night? Well, I CAN marvel at the incredible dexterity of the dancers. I have struggled to dance well for...about 18 years now - ouch! I've never sat down and worked that out before! - and I still can't claim to have anything but the most basic level of technique. Tragic! I find it unbelievable to watch someone spring out of the floor like it's a bloody trampoline, or somone lift their leg to their head repeatedly without even the faintest hint of pain. How?! How many hours of training?

But it's not just that. A lot of companies are now touring with ballet pieces strongly influenced by other dance forms. Some of the Royal New Zealand Ballet's seasons in the last few years have been quite innovative - I was blown away by Ihi FrENZy. The RNZB joined forces with Te Matarae I Orehu, a 40-strong Maori performance group from Rotorua. Choreographer Mark Baldwin created a work of art in motion, which he put to the music of Split Enz. I went on Friday night hoping to see the Argentinian company do something similar - they advertised the evening as a fusion of ballet and tango - I was anticipating fury and passion! Boy, was I disappointed. Their first work, Pulsaciones, was by far the best of the evening. An interesting stacatto cheography was constrained only by the limited breadth of the music - repetitive percussion was the sole accompaniment. I was left thinking 'interesting, but...'. What followed was three yawn-inducing pas du deux - and it looked like they'd found the costumes in a kids dress up kit. Sequin overload: a great way to make a good costume look tacky, and a bad costume die a painful death. Ballet Concierto redeemed themselves to some degree with their last piece, Destino Buenos Aires, which did in a small way deliver what the advertising originally promised - a bit of steamy tango, some fantastic lighting, and a lot of manly jumps. No relief in terms of the sequins though. Come on, guys, what were you thinking?!

Friday, October 06, 2006

Pole-cam Day


On Thursday, Paul took us to Portobello Aquarium to learn how to film underwater. Ed Jowett (of nhnz field store fame) came and did a bit of a guest speaker appearance telling us all about pole-cams. I'm addicted! Of course, the best bit came when we got to play, and I've bunged together a bit of a montage of some of the footage we took.

Pole-cams are mad unwieldy things, and come with equally crazy attachment devices. Who ever thought that one of the most sensible ways to view what your filming would be through a viewfinder attached to a helmet?!

Because of the loss of my beloved camera, I must thank Kat (who is a honey) for the use of hers.

This is how stoked pole-caming makes me!

Nick on pole, Dwayne-o on camera, me on zoom - on the hunt for those fish.

Ed, Pip, Julia, Katie and Nick on the hunt for aquarium decor.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Lost. One Baby.

I'm lost because it's lost. Reward - $50 - if anyone can return my baby to me. Not that that will probably excite the meanie that took my camera, but all the same. Please?!

I hate how clumsy I am with things. Why can't I be organised; why can't I manage my belongings in an orderly, controlled fashion? What's wrong with me?!

I'm past being angry - now I'm just sad. I can't afford a new one. Please, if you took it from the PE Dance room, where I stupidly (oh-so-stupidly) left it two Saturdays ago, please please please return it to the OUSA, so that we can be reunited.

Soccer 101

Back row - Player/coach Marshall. Middle Row - Nick, Sarah, Unfit Beetroot, Dwayne-o.
Front Row - Player/mentor Morris.


Soccer. Football. That thing that I played for a season when I was six. Somehow, as I reported earlier, I got roped into joining a NHFC soccer team. I was originally under the impression that this would be a summer-long event (and I'd get this much time to work out offside rules) . Turns out though, that we get just two weeks of soccer hooliganism before 'soccer's out for summer, kids...!' We are, however, making the most of it. Soccer Mum Pip showers us with regular motivating emails, even if she's not too hot on the half-time oranges.

Pip 'Soccer Mom' Walls - guns all ready for post-goal celebration.

Subject: Tomorrow's practise, we need it.
Afternoon team, OK so we should all meet up tomorrow afternoon @ Logan park for a practise. how about from 5.30! Coach Marshall can take us through some rigorous drills and technique. Can you bring the ball! Uncle Morris will be collecting the subs you all owe him, so bring some cash for him please! Remember your headband Sara!, Shorter shorts for jinty! and bring along your flatty Dwayne. Hey Robot I have included you on this email cos you Muppet's need as much practise as we do! If you can't make it, don't cry over it, just turn up if you can. ace!!!! Love your soccer mom xxxxxxx.

Uh...butt-toning?!

Under the critical eyes of the experienced Marshall/Morris duo, we are currently reaching new heights of footballing skill. Two losses last week, sure - but we are positive that after this week's mammoth 2 HOUR training session, we're prepared for whatever the opposition throw at us. We have discovered our team members' weak points - squeeling loudly in Dawayne-o or Nick's ears renders them incabable of any form of defence (or attack); Pip's weak point is her bung knee; Sarah's head is a little prone to getting hit by the ball; without my contact lenses in I tend to gift the ball to the opponents (or is that with lenses too...?!) Now that we know the odds, we'll beat them! Right guys?! Bring on tomorrow's double header, I say! Hopefully we'll be taking on Zoology's Muppet team...watch out Robot and Co - here we come!

"More committment next time you two! I want that goal!"