In a lovely bit of serendipity, just after I admired this Lisa Gornick drawing, A conundrum on knowing your audience , I read a Sally Potter post about her relationships with audiences . Today's treats, from directors who are far far away from here, the ninth floor of the Rutherford Building by Wellington's railway station. I hate coming to this building, worry always that the big earthquake (well overdue) will come as I am in the lift. I hope it comes when I am digging the garden at home, and able to enjoy nature shaking her tail (which is what some little earthquakes feel like). And am envious today of Sally Potter working away in her hut in the snow, pictured in her post, smoke twirling out the chimney. She also writes about volcano ash, and seeing that smoke plume as I read makes me think: What would it be like here if one of those volcanoes up the road erupted as intensely as Eyjafjallajokull: Ngaruahoe; Ruapehu; Tongariro; Taranaki? I like it that Sally Potter writes
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