Archive for September, 2015

The Rugby and the Hockey

Sunday, September 20th, 2015

hockey skatesIf I needed a reminder that I’ve now been in New Zealand for four years, the Rugby World Cup would be it.  Never having seen a match before my arrival here, I can now attest to one live world cup match, a full day of the 7s, a good number of test matches on TV, and the odd live League game.  But, of course, the last of these is not rugby.  It’s League.  Rugby is Union.  But that goes without saying.  At least for Kiwis.  And I respect this distinction in words (even if after four years it still all looks like rugby to me).  Which is all the more reason whfield hockeyy it drives me crazy when I refer to hockey that New Zealanders get that quizzical look on their faces and ask, “Ice hockey?”  Sigh.  Hockey – of the variety you play on the ice, on skates, with proper-sized sticks – is a multi-billion dollar industry.  Meanwhile, field hockey – of the variety private school girls play in overly short skirts with overly short clubs – never earned anyone more than bruised shins and a sore back.  So when I say hockey, I mean hockey.

It’s Been a Long Time

Friday, September 4th, 2015

So I haven’t blogged since, well, eleven WordPress updates ago.  Not sure if I’m quite back on the wagon but before my last readers (what few regulars I had) give up on me altogether, here goes.

Living in New Zealand when considering making a phone call to friends and family around the world I often think of this classic exchange between Rick and Sam in Casablanca: Rick – “If it’s December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?” Sam – “What? My watch stopped.” Rick – “I’d bet they’re asleep in New York.  I’d bet they’re asleep all over America.”  And it’s true, no matter what time it is in NZ, they’re asleep wherever I want to call. But at least that led me to read some choice quotes from Casablanca.  The movie is chock full of them.  From the well-known, “Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine” to the equally well-known, “I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.”  But personally I am more of a fan of this exchange: Yvonne – “Where were you last night?” Rick –  “That’s so long ago, I don’t remember.” Yvonne – “Will I see you tonight?” Rick – “I never make plans that far ahead.”  Humphrey Bogart, one of the original bad boys.