i was up at auckland uni yesterday; saw nandor on his orientation tour. seemed to go down ok.
because it’s orientation, every man and his dog is there, pitching to the students.
(someone up there allocating stalls has a sense of humour; there is what i’d call ‘god row’; religous denominations of all stripes have been clumped together; and, of course, what you have to ask yourself is, “what about interaction between the stalls?” “does ecumenical peace break out?, or are long awkward silences and avoidance of eye contact the preferred mode?”)
but no matter how hard the religous crews may have it; you have to feel sorry for some of the political groupies.
my heart went out to the two stalwart ladies from the progressives (remember them?, used to be the alliance, now it’s the jim ‘n rob party, soon to be just the jim party.)
i watched from the sideline for a while, noting the refusal rate for their proferred offerings was at about 99.9%. i wandered over and engaged them in conversation.
no, they didn’t think jim had slid to the right, and become an advocate of corporate welfare, (see the hobsonville fiasco and other notable works/cock ups still to be played out). they insisted he still worked for the poor.
i then mentioned the dreaded m word; marijuana. well, their noses and eyes flared, and the conversation lost any semblance of coherence or rationality. they were a couple of walking tabloid headlines.
i withdrew, and left them to their soul destroying work. (hope someone was there to give them a hug when they got home). a week of that degree of rejection would do anyones head in.