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Auckland Zinefest is amazine

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From fine art school graduates to hobbyists, magazine-making talent from all over the city is showcased in Auckland Zinefest. Lucy Zee went along to check out the zines and meet some makers. Aucklanders love a festival. If it’s not food, wine or
'From fine art school graduates to hobbyists, magazine-making talent from all over the city is showcased in Auckland Zinefest. Lucy Zee went along to check out the zines and meet some makers. Aucklanders love a festival. If it’s not food, wine or farm equipment, then it’s celebrating creatives. You may have come across a flour-pasted flyer on the street advertising Zinefest, a place where creatives f rom different backgrounds and talents come together to sell handcrafted magazines, art prints, badges and jewellery. The festival began in 2009. Now, 10 years later, it’s a slickly organised, smooth-running operation held in the sunny event space at Auckland Art Gallery Toi o Tāmaki.  For those who aren’t clued up on what a zine is, it’s a self-published booklet of work that could include almost anything – writing, illustrations, cut-outs, photographs, however creators wants to express themselves, or just to entertain. The rough-and-ready-to-distribute type of publication is a very common aesthetic in the creative community, allowing people the freedom to make what they want without having to adhere to mainstream publishing standards.  For the last six years attending Zinefest has been a number one priority for me, and each year it gets better and better. Everyone is so talented and genuinely friendly. A day at Zinefest is all about big smiles and hellos as you peruse the zines, wishing you had more money to buy everyone’s work.  The floor at Auckland Zinefest. This year Zinefest was spread over two days. Some stall holders had full tables, while some sat at shared community tables or with their friends, all eagerly awaiting customers and the chance to engage. A zine can feel like flicking through someone’s diary, reading the thoughts that their makers would be otherwise unable to say in public. Every zine is like an invitation to get to know someone better. My sister Jessica happened to score a full table on Saturday, day one. I’d seen her over the last three weeks in her little bedroom, painstakingly hand-pressing hundreds of badges for the event. She’d stayed up until 2am many nights, drawing her zine then watching as a 10-year-old printer begrudgingly spit out copy after copy. Her three desks were covered in cellophane and paper, season three of Mad Men playing on her screen as she pressed and pressed the night away. Making zines, prints and badges isn’t just a hobby for her – she’s absolutely determined to make it her full-time job.  Lucy Zee’s sister Jessica, at her stall at Zinefest. On Saturday I went up to her bright pink table and I asked her how she was doing. She shrugged. “It’s early.”  A couple of people flocked towards her badges, unsure which to choose: No Hugs. Ask Me My Pronouns. Fuck TERFS. They giggled as they picked up each one, reading them out loud, unable to decide which to buy. “I want every single badge,” one of them said.   I wandered through the aisles of tables, admiring everyone’s zine work. There really is no one way to make a zine, and no two zines are alike. Some zines are slick, with expensive cardstock and thread binding; some zines are hand drawn, photocopied and folded into six pages. I once tried helping my sister make some zines. After sewing four booklets my back was aching and my fingers were like claws. Zine-making isn’t for the weak. One of Jessica’s delicately worded badges. After making small talk with some stall holders, my eyes fell on a cute miniature vagina sculpture, then vagina prints, penis prints and butt zines.  The creator of the work, Tempest , told me she liked showing people images of anatomy, to make them uncomfortable in a good way. “It’s just a natural thing and a lot of people are really scared of it!”  You can guess what this is. Over the past few years attending Zinefests, the event’s diversity and number of PoC stallholders have increased year on year. I met Helen and Jasmin who were seated at the Migrant Zine Collective stall. Migrant Zine Collective is an activist space for migrants of colour in Aotearoa where they hold workshops to support PoC to create zines on themes including feminism, migrant experiences and anti-racism.  I asked Helen and Jasmin why they thought events like these were important for the community Helen said they were an accessible medium that allowed the community to spread new ideas. Jasmin agreed. “They’re a platform to publish stuff that doesn’t usually get accepted in more mainstream narratives as well. Stuff that could be perceived as aggressive…”  “Or divisive,” Helen added. Helen and Jasmin at Zinefest. I mentioned that there seemed to be a lot more people of colour doing zines these days. The pair listened to me patiently as I rambled like an old woman recalling her golden years. “Yeah I think a lot of creatives of colour are getting more involved,” said Helen. “But in terms of the space, it’s still more white-dominated and it’s not really a safe space to express certain ideas.” Jasmin nodded in agreement, “ Yeah, there’s room for improvement.”  I walked away thinking Helen and Jasmin were so fucking cool. I presumed they were in their very early 20s. At that age I still hadn’t begun to accept the right or even understand my own voice as a person of colour, let alone to be brave enough to speak out about racism that needed to be addressed. I’ve noticed over the past few years that young PoC are increasingly carving out safe spaces for creatives of colour. Some of the zines available at Zinefest. Zinefest is just one of many events in Auckland where people of colour have found space where they can add their voices, There may not be that many opportunities or chances for PoC in New Zealand’s mainstream media, but at Zinefest there are tables ready to be filled with publications written by PoC.  T he hot afternoon sun began to stream in and so did more Zinefest attendees.  My sister’s badges were selling out fast. As she restocked the ‘Ask Me My Pronouns’ badges I asked her why they went so quickly. “A zine or a badge can say something for someone who might not be able to say out loud themselves. I think that it’s important for people to be able to express what they think through drawing or writing… and it would be nice if someone read it too.”'

How to cope with the post World Cup blues? I knew who to ask: Dad

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It helps that he played in the New Zealand cricket team when they lost the 1992 semi-final and went on to coach India, writes Georgie Wright, daughter of JohnMy dad has taught me a fair few things over my 25 years. He instilled the importance of
'It helps that he played in the New Zealand cricket team when they lost the 1992 semi-final and went on to coach India, writes Georgie Wright, daughter of John M y dad has taught me a fair few things over my 25 years. He instilled the importance of pursuing the best possible outcome, and that it’s perfectly acceptable to return to Ikea five times in a month for the perfect flatpack shelves. He showed me that you have to muck in, which in my case involved fencing, or tailing lambs so they don’t get maggot-infested arses. He taught me that there’s no point buying fancy new things when there’s a perfectly acceptable alternative in the back cupboard, although forcing me into neon green Looney Tune snow pants before neon was cool was not my preferred learning method. He also played in the New Zealand cricket team when they lost the 1992 semi-final against Pakistan, and now I need him teach me how to get over the nation’s latest crushing loss. When your dad has captained New Zealand and coached India, it’s fairly hard to avoid cricket, despite my many early attempts otherwise. Mind you, I learned about his achievements from everyone but him. As a keen guitar player, he’s generally more happy chatting to me about his songwriting, or sending me links to the best Youtube fingerpicking tutorials. But after teetering on the cusp of a severe aneurysm alongside the rest of New Zealand on Sunday, I realised that if there was ever a time to call on Dad’s cricketing prowess, it was now. So I rang him up for some fatherly advice about how to get over the blow of defeat, the bitter aftertaste, and my English colleagues putting a “Runners Up” sash on my chair.   Hi, Dad. How are you?  Good. You? I’m all right. I need some help after that cricket match. What were you thinking watching it? Well, at a certain stage, I thought and hoped that New Zealand was going to win. And then the events of that last over, and the chances of that ball hitting Stokes’ bat and running away to the boundary… I hate to think what the odds would be of that ever happening again. I’ve never seen it in cricket at such a crucial stage of the game. It made such a difference. But the thing about those overthrows is that if it hadn’t gone to the boundary, most players, even in that situation, would not run. Because that’s just the way it is. But since that ball went to the boundary, it’s an automatic addition to the score. It was just a freak thing. So then you think: oh hell, George, there’s a million things that go through your mind watching it. I’m not an expert at the ins and outs of the rules around that – or I wasn’t, until it happened and I consumed everything about it – but that was brutal. Well, the whole thing really is that sometimes in sport, and life, things aren’t fair. Sometimes you meet or watch a person, and the quality of the person or performance – you just hope that everything works out. That it’s fair. That they get the rub of the green, because the way they approach the game, or life in general, is admirable in every way you look at it. And if ever a side deserved to win a World Cup by the way that they battled and fought, that was a team that did. Did you expect that result? Right throughout the tournament, even before they got to the final, they’d won the support of the world’s cricketing followers. So for the result to work out how it did, it was one of those things by a complete freak incident, and one or two other issues that took place, you just felt robbed. The wrong team won. And of course you balance, it being a Kiwi. But there must be a lot of people – probably not in England – who feel that way. And that was the reality, really. Kane and his whole team, that whole party, won so much admiration and respect for the way they played and behaved in that match. But they’d already done that before they got to the game. I think the feeling of being robbed pervaded not just New Zealand cricket fans, but also those following the underdogs. Because that’s what New Zealand was. How do you mentally deal with something like that? That sort of shit luck? Time. It’s going to take a bit of time. For any of the team that have stayed and are reading the newspapers in England, it must be particularly grueling. George Wright and John Wright and an unidentified pig. Photos: supplied How awful is the feeling of losing something like that? It’s a pretty empty thing. It’s a sense of loss. You can go over and over and over it, and nothing changes. The trick is to get on with life. Any tips for getting over it? Everyone’s different. Everyone has their own way of dealing with disappointment. It’s a long tournament and being that close, nearly winning. Time is a great healer. But these sorts of things you don’t forget. I don’t understand how everyone keeps a stony face. I was running around shrieking like a rat with its tail chopped off. You’ve got to be emotionally in control. You’re concentrating on doing a job. Sometimes it helps to be emotional, but sometimes it doesn’t. The trick with sport is you’ve got to be totally in the game, and in the now. You’ve got to be able to have your concentration, and then be able to let your instincts take over. To do that properly, to allow your instincts to take over and make the right decision, you’ve got to have a clear head and be concentrating on what you’re trying to achieve. But less thought is better. And that’s why you’ve got to be emotionally in control. But in high pressure situations, that’s where it gets difficult. When you get too many thoughts. That’s what I find astounding, is how you’d deal with that pressure. The mind game! You just have to keep level headed, calm. In victory or defeat. If you can meet triumph and disaster – and treat those imposters just the same. That’s Roger Kipling’s poem, If . Go read it. Ah yes, you’ve talked about that one a lot. *googles*   “If you can make one heap of all your winning / And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss / And lose, and start again at your beginnings / And never breathe a word about your loss.” That’s really what sport is about. Sometimes it’s not fair. And people who do that, well, as the poem says, “You’ll be a Man, my son!” Or Woman, my daughter! Of course. And that’s really what the New Zealand cricket team displayed. There’s great pride in that. So how do I get over this sweeping loss? Just be thankful you’ve seen an incredible cricketing and sporting performance. And keep supporting them. They deserve it. I will. Oh no. There’s a cat out in the garden. Ok, I’ll leave you to sort that out.'

OPINION: No shame in glorious loss

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Cricket’s greatest World Cup won by one Kiwi and lost by 11.That was the amazing scene on the hallowed turf of Lords on Monday morning NZ time after the scores had been tied on 241 and the Super Over at 15 runs apiece.
'Cricket’s greatest World Cup won by one Kiwi and lost by 11.That was the amazing scene on the hallowed turf of Lords on Monday morning NZ time after the scores had been tied on 241 and the Super Over at 15 runs apiece.The difference was England scored more boundaries, 26 compared with New Zealand’s 17.Yet the Black Caps could have won.Should have won but for Christchurch-born England hero Ben Stokes who top scored with 84 that included a boundary off his sliding bat from a Martin Guptill throw that reaped six runs instead of a hard-run two.Stokes, the son of Kiwis rugby league prop Gerard, also delivered killer blows in that Super Over 15 that Jimmy Neesham and Martin Guptill equalised before the latter was run out.What a game!What a shame!Yet for nerve-tingling drama on cricket’s finest stage it was fantastic.New Zealand’s Kane Williamson and teammates.Photo ODT At the end England’s sporting Irish captain Eoin Morgan held the trophy aloft on a day there were no losers despite the Black Caps gutted feelings.Back home, a nation of fewer than 5 million citizens had cause for pride, not only at taking mighty England so close but also breaking the hearts of 1.3 billion cricket mad Indian fans by winning their semifinal.It was in that game Martin Guptill redeemed himself from a poor batting performance throughout the tournament with a magnificent run-out throw of champion closer MS Dhoni that swung the game New Zealand’s way.While Stokes earned man of the match honours in the final, humble Kane Williamson was just as deserving of the player of the tournament kudos.Not only did he average 82.7 with the bat but his captaincy was superb in his reading of the pitches, field placement and rotation of his bowlers.The complete antithesis of the gung ho Brendon McCullum whose swashbuckling antics led to the 2015 World Cup final against champions Australia, Williamson is an incredibly calm character with a sharp cricket brain.That is not to belittle the brave McCullum, who gave his team belief and thrilled with his belligerent batting.But Williamson’s coolness under fire sets him apart.In this World Cup Ross Taylor was once again reliable Williamson’s batting partner who gave the team stability after the openers repeatedly failed to fire.Allrounders Jimmy Neesham and Colin de Grandhomme also had their moments, the former with bat and ball and the latter with his miserly bowling.Trent Boult nabbed an historic hat-trick in an early game although some wickets were not conducive to his swing.Particularly impressive was Lockie Ferguson who added guile to his pace in mixing up his deliveries.Once again the fielding was often outstanding with Guptill, Boult, Neesham and Ferguson taking spectacular catches and wicketkeeper Tom Latham tidy behind the stumps.Finally, congratulations to live Sky Sport television commentators Ian Smith, Brendan McCullum and Simon Doull for an outstanding coverage of a tournament in which the ugly ducklings came so close to winning a cricket beauty contest.And, on the home front it, was also good to see former Howick Pakuranga Black Caps Kyle Mills and Mitch McClennan add their insightful expertise with such polish on the goggle box.Ivan Agnew is an award-winning sports writer . The post OPINION: No shame in glorious loss appeared first on Times .'

The Power of Golf

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Image – something generic of people playing golf, preferably kids (1st preference) or one of Tiger that we have already used this year The Masters 2019 – an event that culminated in what will surely become one of sport’s most romanticised moments –
'Image – something generic of peopleplaying golf, preferably kids (1 st preference) or one of Tiger thatwe have already used this year The Masters 2019 – an event that culminated in what willsurely become one of sport’s most romanticised moments – Tiger winning againafter 11 years of injury and scandal and numerous back surgeries – themagnitude of the human element in the story transcends sport. I was delighted to have been invited to the Golf WritersAssociation of America 2019 awards dinner the evening before the tournamentstarted.  Tiger was awarded the Ben Hoganaward given annually by the GWAA to an individual who has continued to beactive in golf despite a physical handicap or serious illness.  In his acceptance speech he spoke humbly ofthe anguish of needing a pain relieving injection just to attend the ChampionsDinner at Augusta National in 2017.  Hetalked of telling Jack Nicklaus at that dinner in 2017 that he was “done” andthat he wouldn’t be able to play golf again. He said he couldn’t event putt in the backyard with his son Charlie. Spinal fusion followed and he used his love of golf and hiskids and a burning desire to be able to fully participate in a life thatincluded both as his motivation to a remarkable recovery. For Tiger to have delivered so eloquently and humbly hisstory of recovery and to then go on to win the event in the following days wassurreal. It got me thinking about the power of sport and NelsonMandela’s words: “Sport has the power to change the world.  It has the power to inspire.  It has the power to unite people in a waythat little else does.  Sport can createhope where once there was only despair.” This ethos is increasingly being embraced by the powerhousesof world golf. Augusta National once the epitome of sexist conservatism, isnow actively involved in promoting equality for women both in terms of invitingwomen members and this year for the first time hosting the final round ofAugusta National Women’s Amateur Championship on the Saturday before theMasters. They actively use the brand in “Grow the Game” initiatives.  The Drive Chip and Putt Championship is a freejunior golf development competition aimed at growing the game by focusing onthe three fundamental skills employed in golf. By tapping the creative and competitive spirit of girls and boys aged7-15 the Championship provides aspiring junior golfers an opportunity toultimately qualify to earn a place in the National Finals which is conducted atAugusta National the Sunday before the Masters and which is televised live onthe Golf Channel. Since 2010 the Asia Pacific Golf Confederation, the MastersTournament and the R&A have created the Asia-Pacific Amateur Championshipto promote the game of golf in this region – New Zealand having had theprivilege of hosting the 2017 event at Royal Wellington.  The success of this initiative has encouragedthe Masters Tournament and R&A to replicate the model in the form of theLatin America Amateur Championship. The R&A along with these tournaments uses its brand andfunding derived from the Open Championship in an increasingly broad range ofgrow the game initiatives.  Their goal isto encourage all golfers to play the game regardless of any disability thatthey may have.  The R&A providesinvestment to many organisations supporting disabled golf and now administersalong with the USGA a global ranking for golfers with disabilities helping to growand promote inclusivity within the sport. A recent innovative initiative that the R&A has investedin is a programme targeting people – particularly golfers – living withdementia and memory loss.  Through itsgroup of companies and Alzheimer Scotland “Golf Memory Groups” come together monthlyin a social format at the Home of Golf. Through reminiscence and activity they are reconnectingmembers with their passion for golf through spending meaningful time with othergolfers and enjoying friendly banter. The programme is measurably making a difference by helping people changetheir attitudes by demonstrating that you can live well with dementia or memoryloss. We are fortunate to have been the recipient of R&A investment in New Zealand for developing “grow the game” initiatives enabling NZ Golf to design and implement programmes aimed at increasing the reach and relevance of our great game.  And to play our part in honouring the spirit and intent of the likes of Nelson Mandela and the Ben Hogan award to use our sport to inspire and motivate. Michael Smith is the Chairman of NZ Golf Inc.'

Giggle TV: the moronic video service taking over New Zealand’s shop walls

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Its rolling slate of cringey jokes and meaningless trivia is a familiar sight wherever there’s a captive audience – but what the hell is Giggle TV? Johnny Crawford looks into the tweet-stealing, wife joke-telling phenomenon.If you’ve spent any time
'Its rolling slate of cringey jokes and meaningless trivia is a familiar sight wherever there’s a captive audience – but what the hell is Giggle TV? Johnny Crawford looks into the tweet-stealing, wife joke-telling phenomenon. If you’ve spent any time in middle New Zealand in the past half-decade, you’re probably familiar with Giggle TV. Fish and chip shops, Lotto stores, even blood-testing services allow screens on their premises to play the inanest content imaginable interspersed with ads for those very same fish and chip shops, Lotto stores and blood-testing services. You might be the most irony-poisoned millennial in Taihape, but the second those bouncy graphics appear you will be unable to look away. The combination of cute animals, meaningless aphorisms and anti-wife content is hypnotic, transporting you from your hairdresser to your least-woke uncle’s Facebook feed. Not since the Joker put laughing gas in Gotham’s water supply has laughter been wielded so brutally as a weapon against the masses. This classic GiggleTV segment. Giggle TV might be horrible for a number of reasons, but I am fascinated by it. There is something so accidentally funny about how bizarre, obnoxious and successful it is. These ubiquitous screens piss a lot of people off and I’ve taken a lot of flack for how fixated I am with them. But surely something that inspires such strong reactions among my too-cool peers is worth delving into. With this in mind, I decided to hatch a plan: sit in a bar or café that was playing Giggle TV and watch it until the content cycled around. It’s been a few years since I first encountered Giggle TV during a 2015 pilgrimage to Bulls. Waiting for one of their famous giant kebabs, my eyes were drawn to the cheeky and constantly moving font on the screen above the counter, a hypnotic mixture of orange and black. That’s when I read this forward-thinking wife joke: “If a woman says ‘correct me if I’m wrong’, do not under any circumstances do it.” My life was never the same again. But Giggle TV was already a thriving venture long-before that formative foray into the Rangitikei district. In fact, according to gogiggle.nz, founder Del Shaw came up with the idea in his Palmerston North garage in 2008. He decided to divide New Zealand into a number of regions, each of them run by a Giggle franchise. Within these regions, local businesses have the opportunity to become ‘sites’ and host a screen for free. Giggle’s revenue comes entirely from the advertisements shown on these screens. Now, there are supposedly more than 1,200 sites in Australasia that alternate boomer memes with ads for colonic irrigation. Mr Shaw must be doing something right. This is just… not a joke. My ordeal was to take place at The Brooklyn Bar & Bistro. The Brooky is a genuinely great bar and easily the most bearable place in Wellington to sit back, sink a few brews and be obnoxiously advertised at for an afternoon. I had no idea how long I had committed to my Clockwork Orange -esque experiment but luckily the content cycled around after an hour and 38 minutes. Sitting there, I quickly learned that the largest sub-genre of meme is videos and images of cute animals. Dogs playing with toddlers quickly gave way to stock images of Bruce Lee, Tupac Shakur and #metoo villain Morgan Freeman accompanied by inspirational quotes they supposedly coined. This in turn gave way to jokes about millennials and their devices, stolen tweets and, before I knew it, this almost certainly racist number: “Benicio Del Toro is just Brad Pitt with seasoning.” Yup. But by far the richest content for any ironic connoisseur of hack comedy is my favourite Giggle subgenre: the wife joke. Like gags about airplane food and coffee, jokes at wives’ expense have long been a cornerstone of hack comedy. Contributors to this long-established tradition include many of the greats: Henny Youngman, Rodney Dangerfield, Borat. Many people might think of wife jokes as a relic of a more sexist time, that today the butt of the joke is less likely to be the wife than the wife guy . As much as I would have loved for this to be the case, I suspect those people probably haven’t spent much time at a Giggle site. I often hear from friends who date people of the same gender that straight couples appear to all despise each other. If I had stumbled into the Brooky knowing nothing about human interaction, I would have likely walked away with the same conclusion. Thanks, Giggle TV. ‘Women be shopping’-calibre jokes only comprised a small part of what I saw that afternoon but they left the biggest impression. If there’s nothing funnier to you than the irreconcilable differences between the genders then Giggle might be the advertising solution for you. By the time I walked away from the pub that afternoon, I had developed a new appreciation for Giggle TV. Maybe those who couldn’t understand why I was subjecting myself to a feature-length rotation of Manawatu’s freshest memes just needed to put the time into truly conditioning themselves. A couple of my doctor friends had expressed genuine concern about the long-term damage I could be doing to myself by melting my brain like this, but I’ve honestly never felt better. The most pessimistic conclusion I could have drawn from my experience is that middle New Zealand is populated by disgusting swine who will consume whatever slop gets put in front of them. I’m sure a lot of urbanites would like to use this as an explanation for Giggle’s success but it’s not really borne out by the evidence. The only people I’ve seen admit to unironically liking Giggle are the talking heads in the promotional videos on the gogiggle websit e. Sure, there are bound to be a handful of basics who can’t get enough of Giggle, but I suspect the truth is a bit more complicated and a bit more cynical. I think that Del Shaw has created a delivery mechanism for advertising that works regardless of how much you like sexist jokes and lazy puns. Giggle TV functions in the same way as all those ads that used to be voted ‘worst of the year’ on Fair Go ; even if it’s making you furious, you’re still watching it. Say what you will about the business model but I don’t see you looking away while you wait for your Noodle Canteen. For this reason, I think we can expect more and more sites to pop up in the major centres and I suspect they will be as successful as they are in Wairekei. Which is to say: Very. With the expansion of the Giggle Empire becoming an inevitability, it’s time for you to shed your ironic detachment and join me in celebrating our new Giggle overlords. Let Giggle into your life and return to a time in which the two funniest words in the English language were “my wife”. You can watch Giggle TV right here , if you’re so inclined.'