These Hungarian Artists have a great sense of humour
Signing up another soul eh eh eh
Ø Across the green canopy birds fly in random flight
Ø Below an emerald lake
that shimmers with a magic morning mist
between the ancient forest
a path meanders up
its zig zag motion
and tramping on
across the still water
a cathedral quiet feel
below the deep beckons
come jump in welcome
and then to bush clad shore
green fortress nature bars
a tangle confusion of nature
that grabs at our fragile forms
To struggle or surrender
to lie on mossy bed bower
a vine intertwine softed flesh
imprints but a brief scar
A plane that was charted to help a man propose to his girl friend crashed, injuring the couple and the pilot.
Relatives holding a sheet saying,"Erica,will you marry me " ? watched from the ground as the plane stalled and crashed .
The couple and the pilot suffered injuries that did not appear life threatening.
As Erica Brussee was loaded into the ambulance she said
"Tell Adam I said yes"
So this guy Haunui a Nanaia crosses the land from Mahia to Pukerua Bay following his wife Wairaka who has ran off with two men called Weka and Kiwi
So he gets his revenge turns the men into birds (Flightless and shortsighted )and his wife into a rock.
P joined me in the initial setup and M became joint Director.
M started to upset clients and volunteers and I had to end her involvement with the organisation.
She was a Trustee and threatened legal
B was voted on to the board as Treasurer. He with M supporting him then went on to discredit me with accusations of my incompetence andspending of funds on big nights out in Wellington.
W resigned as President and I persuaded P to become President so we could have the
numbers to outvote the motion of B and M to remove me from my position.
I survived this and M resigned . B also resigned. A his partner and friend of M once a worker for the Art Space walked out saying it would never get going.
D and S joined as Trustees at P request
D made a move to take over my position but failed.
Meantime P fell out with me over matters personal and became distant and would not discuss anything with me.
Therefore the relationship between Pr and me Director became strained
and unworkable.I then worked with W on everyday matters he being the go
between me and P.
Things with D the landlord and myself became strained as he opposed any idea and scheme that I came up with.
I also became behind in the rent and he demanded a meeting with my board of Trustees.
Well it all built up and yes I cracked after 18 months of tact and scheming
to survive and let D and his chairman know what I thought of them
It was the end . So for the Art Space to survive I offered my head on a
platter with the hope that my board would defend my actions.
P moved quickly offered my position to A who took it without any qualms and I was gone.
The Art Space closed 13 months later April 06
Why the looks
You all attitude
Your child so glum
What went on in your life?
Your Lover untrue
Looking back to your timeFrom our solo parent parenting
Your state our uncaring norm
But in the paint and colour
Your lives stretch on canvas
An imprint a delicate dignity
Our hearts your hearts combine
@ Neil Furby
Blanket man Blanket man
We pass you by each day
You have become a Wellington Icon
But what’s the price you pay
Blanket man Blanket man
Putting ya body on the line
So close to the roadside
Your death wish is a sign
Blanket man Blanket man
How come you are this way?
Tapping sticks for money
But we still pass you by each day
Lets all become blanket people
And lie down naked wrap up warm
Sticks a tapping for a new New Zealand
Enlightened peoples on a new dawn
It was a chance remark at the sausage sizzle outside the Red Shed that sent me off to compile a rescue plan for this New Zealand tradition.
“How come the price of a sausage is still only a dollar? “ I said to the Rock and Roll club member as he folded my sausage into a slice of bread.
“The only way that we can keep it at a dollar is to reduce our margins.”
It will soon not be worth doing
He replied ‘ tapping his sausage lifter in double time.
So here is my marketing plan to save this NZ icon using other marketing plans of our great corporations
Deliver the sausage in different colors and offer delivering the product to the purchaser at varying speeds charging a surcharge that reflects the speed from order to delivery.
Make sausages in different shapes and color and cut the bread in varying shapes.
Offer all these together on the grill and charge a sliding scale price for the sausage plus a surcharge for the labour cost of transporting the uncooked sausage to the grill. from the grill to the bread, and the whole from the seller to the buyer.
If a pig sneezes or a cow trips up increase the selling price of sausages immediately.
Decrease the size of the sausage but charge the same price
Offer a sausagebuy card where if the buyer purchases a thousand sausages they get one free.
Anyone willing to help make a commercial or a bill board hoardings contact sausresc at getsmart @paradise.net.nz.