Debate | Issue 9 | 2016

DEBATE ISSUE ISSUE07 09| |APRIL MAY 2016 2016

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EDITOR Laurien Barks lbarks@aut.ac.nz SUB - EDITORS Amelia Petrovich Julie Cleaver DESIGNER Ramina Rai rrai@aut.ac.nz CONTRIBUTORS Kurt Schmidt, Chantelle Cullen, Amelia Petrovich, Kieran Bennett, Julie Cleaver, Shawn Cleaver, Shivan, Niki Chawla, Ethan Sills, Daniel Vernon, Tyler Hinde, Lara Posa ADVERTISING Harriet Smythe hsmythe@aut.ac.nz

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CONTENTS

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Pg 4 Editor’s Letter

Pg 19 A Warm Trip To The Cold Capital

Pg 6 SRC Sez

Pg 20 Debate Debate

Pg 7 AUT Sport

Pg 22 All You Can Eat KFC

Pg 8 Wanderlust

Pg 26 Killuminati

Pg 10 Cool Shit

Pg 28 Pj’s

Pg 11 Strange and Wonderful Investments

Pg 30 Reviews

Pg 12 Little Black Cloud

Pg 32 Comic

Pg 15 3am Thoughts

Pg 33 Recipe

Pg 16 In Short

Pg 34 Puzzles

Pg 18 Competition Winners

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EDITOR'S LETTER

Hey Everyone, Ego is one of the worst things we’ve got when it comes to personal growth.

I’m looking at you Tony Veitch.

But, I mean, I’m also looking at myself. And probably you. And pretty much everyone except those rare few who have, in fact, mastered life.

I read The Spinoff’s coverage of Tony Veitch’s “apology” for breaking his former partner’s back. The apologetic statement was published alongside the New Zealand Herald’s #betterthanthis campaign – a response to the startling domestic violence statistics and reports that plague New Zealand – and seemed to be more of a waste of space than anything else.

Delaney Mes (author of The Spinoff piece) really hit it on the head when she said “He should be embarrassed. And yet, it’s so clearly a case of being embarrassed his actions came to light, rather than being embarrassed about what he did.”

Bingo girlfriend, bingo.

I would sit here and say “Why are people so afraid of just wholly admitting they’re wrong?” but I do know why.

Admitting we’re wrong, to a complete, whole, and all-encompassing extent means automatically ridding ourselves of dignity in our minds. Coming out and saying “I was horrid” is a lot easier when you’re allowed to chuck a “but” on the end – because inside that ‘but’ (lol) lies a whole lot of potential sympathy, understanding, and justification.

It’s a way to put people in our shoes and convince them that we’re still actually a great person, because the bad we did came from good, the bad came from tragedy, the bad came from a loss of control, or the bad came from provocation. The thing our egos are often deaf to though, is the fact that no matter where it came from, there’s bad. And it’s because of us.

We don’t always need to ‘win’, Tony boy. We don’t always need to win sympathy, win the right to say our side, win the right to have a voice about an ordeal we’ve caused. Because, you know what? When you’ve kicked your girlfriend hard enough to break her back… you don’t deserve our sympathy, nor the right to give your perspective, nor the right to a voice about this particular incident. Because you’ve acted inexcusably and need to focus on apologizing for the right reasons. No one’s going to be upset about genuine actions to repair the damage you’ve done, they’re upset when your ego takes over with its lil bitch ‘woe is me’ attitude. Hang your head, direct your apology accurately, and earn back a smidgen of the respect you’ve already lost.

It’s easy to forget, especially with our egos pushing us to save face, preserve dignity, and prove to the world that we’re a good person. But in my experience, and using this Tony Veitch thing as a prime example – sometimes the best way to prove you’re a wonderful human is to confess you’ve been a pretty shit one. It’s not a weakness to admit we’ve done something straight up wrong. To admit to being 100 percent shit, 100 percent responsible, and 100 percent apologetic is simply having the strength to put your dignity in the hands of forgiveness instead of personal victory.

I know the rest of us probably have wrongdoings of a much milder degree, but the point remains. Be humble people. You don’t always have to look out for number one, you know? Especially if number one’s been an ass hole. Sometimes it’s okay to being an idiot, we all from time to time…it’s the huge egos that push us over the edge into douche land.

In my books, to be a part time idiot, is simply to be human. And there ain’t no shame in that.

Have a great week!

Laurien

WHY WOULD YOU LOOK FOR A SCOOTER IN A BUS LANE? BECAUSE THEY’RE THERE Driving in the city centre?

You may not know that scooters are allowed to ride in bus lanes, which could be a little unexpected.

So, please… look out for scooters and drive for the unexpected.

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DRIVE FOR THE UNEXPECTED 5

SRC

Belle Archibald

TESSA WHALE

Malo e lelei, talofa lava, Kia ora!

Hi!

I’m Belle and I’m the AuSM Law School Representative (super long title, doesn’t fit on a name badge).

My name’s Tessa Whale, and I’m your City Campus Rep this year. Just to introduce myself a little, I’m a second year student studying Communications and Law. I love the typical kinds of things – music, TV shows, and food. I’m originally from Papamoa (a little beachy suburb in Tauranga where the busiest place is the local PAK’nSAVE) and even though I love home, living in Auckland has been amazing.

I’m in my last year of LLB (Hons). When I first started law at AUT, I had literally no idea what law was about. I was envisaging Legally Blonde, and instead got textbooks the size of a small nation. Thankfully, with the support of great groups around AUT including AuSM and MaPLA, I found my feet.

Study hard, hang in there, seek support and use all the services that AUT has to offer. And for goodness sake, please do your readings. Law lecturers can smell unprepared students a mile off. Studying law definitely is not all Suits and How to Get Away with Murder, but it is still pretty fun.

Please come say hi when you see me around and don’t hesitate to chat to me about anything during your time studying law at AUT! You’re going to have a great year.

I’ve loved meeting people and finding out about all the exciting things going on here, around the city and especially around AUT. I think the city campus is a great place, and I’m looking forward to being involved and representing you at a place where so much is happening. Whether it’s going along to social events, joining a club, checking out the markets, or even grabbing a free feed, there’s something around the city campus for everyone. I’m really grateful for this opportunity to be your City Campus Rep and I’m excited to give it my all. Please come up to me any time at all if you have a problem, idea, or even just to say hi! See you around!

Belle Archibald Tessa Whale

AUT SPORTS

Inter Faculty Volleyball The AUT Sport Inter Faculty Volleyball Tournament was held on Tuesday May 10 at the AUT Sport and Fitness Centre. Six teams competed in the mixed tournament and about 70 students representing their respected faculties attended. The teams were as follows: Design and Creative Technologies, Health and Environmental Sciences, AUT South, Business, Law, and Sport and Recreation. Being a mixed tournament, this gave the event more of a socially-competitive feel. However, there was plenty of talent on show throughout the day with a number of new players to the IFSS tournament emerging. Many of which will have the opportunity to trial later in the year for the AUT Volleyball teams to compete at the National University Tournament in August.

In the round robin, it was the AUT South team looking like the favourites to win the title. They were, however, upset by a strong DCT team to finish at the top of their pool.

Many of the games were closely fought, with a deciding third set needed. The traditional leaders of the IFSS, Sport and Recreation, did not feature in a semi-final for the first

time in IFSS history, meaning there will be a shakeup of the Sir Paul Reeves Shield points table.

The semi-finals were set between DCT and Business, as well as Health and Environmental Sciences and AUT South.

DCT proved too strong with the Business team winning 2-0 and progressing into the final, and AUT South won convincingly over the Health and Environmental Sciences team. The final was set between DCT and AUT South, a rematch of pool play. But this time it was AUT South who came away with the win, winning 2-1, a first for IFSS Volleyball. Christian Tala’imanu from AUT South and Anna Afamasaga from Health and Environmental Sciences were named male and female MVP of the tournament.

Also happening this semester is the InterFaculty IFSS Basketball series which is currently running on Thursday afternoons until June 2 at the AUT Sport and Fitness Centre.

AUT Sport AUT Sport delivers a range of activities for students, staff, and alumni. From recreational

games and on campus activities, through to international competitions, AUT Sport provides opportunities for everyone to be involved.

To find out more contact AUT Sport sport@ aut.ac.nz or pop into WB119 for more information. www.aut.ac.nz/being-a-student/sport-at-aut www.facebook.com/autsport/

COMING UP WITH AUT SPORT Inter Faculty Basketball Series Starts May 5 UTSNZ Volleyball + Basketball Tournament August 26 – 28 NZU Ultimate Tournament August 26 – 28

UTSNZ Hockey Tournament September 23 - 25

UTSNZ Netball September 24 – 25

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Wanderous Laurien Barks “I kinda want to go to this” flashed across my phone, providing me with a preview of the message my dear friend had just sent my way. I clicked her little profile messenger bubble, and opened the link she’d attached.

The vibrantly colourful homepage for Wanderlust popped up, and I was instantly in. I accepted the invite, got us some tickets, and we made our way to cover this spiritual triathlon for the mag (and have a darn good time doing it).

We arrived mid-morning, and were greeted with a quickly growing mosaic of yoga mats - in every colour of the rainbow claiming their position across the Western Springs lawn. Clearly being the yoga noobs of the crowd, we found a spot, Macgyvered a way to stop our hardly-used mats from rolling up on themselves, and glanced around the cool little event.

When we discovered the main attire up for purchase was yoga wear far above our price range, we wandered to a bubble set up near the entrance. Like a clear igloo with stylish furnishings, this dome was designed to be a meditation centre for anyone who wished to take the concept of a ‘personal bubble’ to a whole new level.

We were welcomed in, plonked down on some bean bag chairs, and told to put on a pair of headphones. The playlist enabled by said headphones was designed to assist us in meditating - and to be honest, this was the most anticipated part of the triathlon (run, yoga, meditate) for this particular gal.

And this quiet bubble time gave me a taste of the darn cool Saturday that was ahead of us.

It all went by in a blur – we were part of a group of two thousand people running, bending, eating, balancing, and being completely still in the most colourful of surroundings. We were asked to write something inspiring on a wall full of happy and joyous quotes from other attendees, spritzed with essential oils, smiled at and cheered on despite favouring walking and photos of swans over running, and presented with the most entertainingly quirky yoga session I’ve ever been a part of.

everyone around me doing the exact same thing as I was for thirty minutes: just sit there. And sit there we did. For one glorious half hour, we were guided through a meditation that left me so deeply relaxed and floaty, that it took a round of applause for the speaker to bring me out of it. It wasn’t sleep, but it sure wasn’t fully conscious – and it was ridiculously exciting to have finally had the opportunity to experience successful meditation.

It all went by in a blur – we were part of a group of two thousand people running, bending, eating, balancing, and being completely still in the most colourful of surroundings.

As a beginner, I appreciated the dance breaks, cracked jokes, music, and creativity that was incorporated. It wasn’t orthodox yoga, but it kept motivation high throughout the entire 75 minutes.

As fun as the yoga in the sun was, however, my favourite part of the day was most definitely the third stint of the spiritual triathlon. Meditation. This practice has fascinated me for years, but it’s something I’ve never been able to pull of fully. A time or two I’ve tried it to help me fall asleep, but any attempts I’ve made during daylight hours have ended with a parent calling for my help, a hungry cat getting all up in my grill, or just general fidgets. I was so thrilled to get the chance to have literally

If you’re into the quieter things in life, Wanderlust is definitely the day out for you.

Hell, even if you’re not I reckon it’s worth a go. Not enough of us take time to chill out, experience some rad colours, stretch ourselves out, and sit with nothing but our thoughts. The calmness that comes with repetition, chill music, and a couple thousand people sitting in silence is invigorating in a completely unique way that I reckon we could all appreciate in one way or another.

And heck, even if it doesn’t turn out to be your thing at all, the healthily-spun pulled pork burgers and coconut ice cream are sure to save the day.

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COOL SHIT

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FLY, MY PRETTIES Go on, get out of here! STA Travel has given us a $50 voucher to give away to one student this week. Email lbarks@aut.ac.nz with your name, campus, and dream airplane meal to be in to win!

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LOOS THAT WIN Nature’s call has never been so beautifully answered than in Lonely Planet’s new book, Toilets: A Spotter’s Guide. In these pages, Lonely Planet says “You’ll find porcelain pews with fantastic views, audacious attention-seeking urban outhouses, and eco-thrones made from sticks and stones in all sorts of wild settings, from precipitous mountain peaks to dusty deserts.” Debate has one to give away (at a value of $16.99) to the first person to Facebook message us their name, campus, and best toilet pun. More information can be viewed at the Lonely Planet website: www.lonelyplanet.com.

THE STRANGE AND WONDERFUL INVESTMENTS OF THE WEEK

Kurt Schmidt People dream of driverless cars, holograms, artificial intelligence, the cure to cancer and meat grown in laboratories.

Sometimes the investment world throws millions of dollars towards one of these exciting advancements, and other times, a simple mobile app where the only function is to send “Yo” can receive 1.5 million dollars. In a way, venture capital is like a weird hippie volunteer – it contains both world progress and craziness combined in one.

These are my top three venture capital investments of the week:

Winc / $17.5M – Series B* Winc is a subscription-based website for wine. It works by having users answer six simple questions about the wine they like. Winc’s online community of wine enthusiasts then take the hassle, guesswork and pretentiousness out of enjoying a great bottle of wine at a reasonable price by giving there expert opinion and recommendation. The user then receives a monthly shipment of wine.

We’ve already seen great cults created from similar subscription-based products (think Isagenix, Tupperware, and Scientology). However convincing Kiwis to get drunk should be a lot easier than making them want to workout and eat healthy, so Winc will probably make profit on the $17.5 million investment.

Orchard Therapeutics / $30.72M – Series A Orchard Therapeutics is a biotechnology company dedicated to bringing transformative gene therapies to patients with serious and life-threatening orphan diseases. Orphan diseases are diseases ignored by big pharmaceutical companies because they affect less than 200 000 people.

This is fantastic! We just have to ensure the researchers avoid the Winc cult.

Rebagg / $8M – Series A Rebagg is a luxury online re-commerce website that purchases handbags from their owners. It works by owners submitting a picture of their handbag to get a guaranteed quote within one business day. The handbag gets picked up for free by Rebagg and then within two to three days the owner receives a check, PayPal or wire transfer.

Now Remuera mums can sell their 600 dollar handbags instantly whilst sipping on their fresh shipment of Winc. Horray.

To enjoy these great new companies you just have to be an alcoholic with way to much baggage, and… let’s not joke about genetic diseases. *Series A funding is when a company already has a product and they are trying to grow it. Series B is the second round of funding they get to grow the product even more.

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LI TTLE B L AC K CLOUD Chantelle Cullen | Illustration by Tyler Hinde The little voice in my head that is in control of my confidence and anxiety seems to be in the habit of sitting at each end of the scale, never right in the middle.

When I walk into the classroom, the little voice is either yelling ‘move out of the way peasants, the Queen of everything has arrived!’, or it’s whispering ‘Careful not to trip, every one’s judging you hard now. Everything can go wrong’.

I have had anxiety following me around since I was a child, like a little black cloud. This has been long enough for me to go about finding what slows it down and numbs it to me, so I can concentrate on other things instead. But it still makes me come across as significantly less confident that I actually am at heart, which mildly downgrades quite a few aspects in my life. Social lives, job interviews and presentations are a few to be named. There are very few things in life that can make you genuinely feel alone, and anxiety is one of the main contributors.

Everyone is different obviously, it’s just a matter of getting rid of things that make us feel worse. Imagine you’re hanging off the edge of a cliff in the middle of nowhere; ropes, water bottles, a camera, an oversized jacket and food hanging off you. You have to drop some things to make it easier for you to get over the ledge, and some people even find another to help them back up.

Anxiety is defined as a feeling of worry, nervousness or unease about something with an uncertain outcome.

But we all experience it differently, different situations can be triggers for different people. Hence why we have social anxiety, etc. I know I am pointing out the obvious, but it is amazing how many people actually don’t think this is a daily issue and a real problem for some people.

Unless you have personally had to deal with anxiety, you wouldn’t quite understand what I mean when I say having anxiety on a regular basis is like drowning; struggling to keep your breath held while you have waves hitting you from every angle constantly. And even when it is calm, it’s almost as though you still have imaginary waves taking you out from every angle.

Everyone is able to be affected by it, even the calm and confident people. Don’t judge someone too harshly when they act out or don’t want to be part of a situation.

This is a subject that is close to my heart, both physically and emotionally. I’m sure others have had it worse, but between being in my final year of university, working at a busy café on weekends, and trying to find time to socialize; the stress has brought anxiety back into my life once again.

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Being anxious is really unhealthy for you both in the short term and the long term, and sometimes people can do quite drastic things to overcome it. Anxiety can cause depression, a lower immune system and a higher chance of getting a heart attack.

It is difficult to deal with it alone. The best thing to do is to find a friend who is willing to help you out. You will know the one I am talking about, but if you are struggling with finding someone, here are some things to look for: 1)

They will be constantly reassuring you that you ‘really are not annoying them’. Anxiety is like having a nagging voice in your head telling you that you are being annoying and don’t deserve their presence.

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Find somebody who relaxes you. I have a best friend who is so wonderful, when I am with her, I feel so much happier.

When you are in the midst of a panic attack, you don’t want to be surrounded by people who are upsetting your vibe, but more with someone who gets your vibe and helps you.

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They make you laugh (laughter is the best medicine, trust me!). You should find a comedian friend, they are insanely useful. Being able to smile through your tears for a genuine reason is the most incredible feeling too; it gives you some hope to get you through to the end of the day.

When you have a friend struggling with anxiety, some of the smallest things are helpful: 1)

Small yum snacks, Professor Lupin would mostly recommend chocolate – helps everything! But keeping someone who is panicking hydrated and fed to help them bring back the energy their mind is taking from them is important. Plus as an addition, food is delicious. Water is more recommended

than sugar-filled drinks though, the low after the sugar high only makes things worse.

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Hugs! Lots of big hugs! Being wrapped in a blanket of good friends makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, plus the person being hugged feels as though somebody is there for them. That is always a pleasant feeling.

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Knowing what helps them. Knowing when they need to leave a situation or need to be reminded to breathe.

Knowing the signs of the initial panic so you can save them before it is too late. Excuses such as ‘I am too tired’, ‘I don’t really feel like it’, and ‘I would much rather stay at home today’, are often thought of as bad excuses for somebody to get out of going out. But knowing when a friend just really doesn’t think going out is a good idea for them, and accepting their excuses, is always appreciated. Just make sure they will be alright by themselves.

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In the end, having anxiety is something that takes time to get through. Finding someone to simply be there for you when you cannot deal with the world is the best. Find the Sam to your Frodo, the Ron to your Harry and the Clara to your Doctor.

Looking for a silver lining to any situation is key, and a friend to help you back up onto the ledge is a silver lining in your life.

If not, you can always adopt a cat. They’re nice to cuddle with when you are in a state of panic.

Either way, you have got this.

3AM THOUGHTS Sometimes our sub-editor, Amelia Petrovich, likes to wake herself up at 3am, record the first thought that comes to her head, and share it with the world.

April 21st, 3:00am “Identity about alias feeling” Guys, guys, guys... this is an interesting one.

Could this actually be my Jean Valjean of 3am thoughts? The early morning musing in which I finally ask, “Who am I?” There are those who thought this could never be done, that a column exploring my shitty, drooling sleepwalk-thoughts could never actually teach me anything about my own inner workings or myself.

Maybe the nay-sayers were wrong.

“Identity about alias feeling” clearly has something to do with a discussion of one’s true self vs. the picture (or “alias”) that one presents to the world. I’m not too sure why identity as an overarching concept is about this alias feeling, but I’ll do my best to unpack it.

I think possibly what I was trying to say is your true, honest identity is very much tied to how you feel about your various aliases. For example, if you spend your working week rotating through a few different personas but you’re totally chill with the way these personas all play out, your own identity is pretty firmly entrenched.

If you cycle between being a chatty friend, a chatty employee and a

chatty daughter but you also identify personally as a chatty person then your “alias feeling” would be pretty good.

However if you’re a chatty person generally but suddenly find yourself playing the quiet, meek co-worker when you clock in at your office job every Monday morning, your “alias feeling” would probably be pretty shitty. You’d be like, “this is the worst alias ever, how did this happen? I feel like I need to be quiet but I also feel like I need to be chatty because that’s my thang and when I’m not doing my thang I feel terrible.”

My sleepy-self was actually trying to impart some pretty serious enlightenment to y’all this week, “alias feelings” are really important and you’d be a dork to overlook them.

Actually, I just looked up the word “alias” and I probably should have done that a lot sooner because it actually just means “a false name” but hey, if I want to go deeper and talk about semi-false identities then I can, right? 3am thoughts have no rules.

You’d think then, since this is my own 3am thought, I’d be keen to examine my own “alias feelings” at this stage. Not so. My intention was to use the whole word count to skirt deftly around the subject of my personal life. Writing a column full of 3am musings is exceedingly revealing and indeed, it would be easy to assume at this stage that you know me quite intimately. But in reality, behind all the long words and the ramble I’m something different, something entirely enigmatic. What I mean to say is this 3am thought has convinced me to come clean, I want to let you know once and for all that I’m actuallyOh crap, it looks like I’ve met the word count. Soz, maybe another time.

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IN SHORT

Mark Weldon Not A Total Fuck-Up

The approach seemed to work for a time with precisely the entire New Zealand population forgetting about Scout, with some even claiming they “didn’t know what that was, isn’t it actually called Spy or something?”. Weldon’s tactics were also endorsed by the board at the time with many members congratulating Weldon on “avoiding the problem entirely” and “quashing any meaningful conversation”.

The board’s mood soured however after esteemed broadcaster Hilary Barry resigned from Mediaworks suddenly, prompting speculation around the company’s long term future. The board quickly convened and began an investigation into Weldon’s position and his overall handling of the situation. The report that followed has determined that Weldon is, in the opinion of the board, not a total fuck-up.

In the report, entitled Shit, Shit, Shit, Not Another One, What The Hell Are We Going To Do?, the board proved empirically that Weldon could not be total fuck-up as he had not yet killed anyone or destabilised any third world nations. “While we acknowledge that Mr Weldon has killed many careers, he has not ended any lives. And in the board’s eyes that’s good enough”. They then went on to suggest that Weldon needed to, in future, focus his efforts on keeping the company alive and leave actually making money until he had “found his feet”. Which they clarified were the big things he put into his shoes.

Kieran Bennett Following several weeks of intense board discussions, consultation and survey taking; the Mediaworks Executive Board has come to the decision that CEO Mark Weldon is in fact not a total fuck-up.

Wheldon first came under fire early this year after an investigative piece around the formation and management of a large pile of burning money that, for some reason, Weldon had labelled Scout, was published by the Spinoff. Weldon responded to critics by not only proceeding to drive his head into his own anus further, but also to forbid any mention of the fact that his shoulders and rectum were now touching.

Weldon has supported the board’s comments roundly saying that he was not surprised that he was doing an “okay job”. Speaking to press he further defended his performance as one that was “under a lot of pressure”. “Look, when Trudy or Hilary or Judith or however you say it resigned, I didn’t see it as us losing one of the country’s most respected and experienced talents, I saw it as an opportunity to shoehorn in a poor replacement and save a few bucks.” Weldon then took the hand of his minder, picked up his rusk from the floor and waddled out the door.

Television New Zealand declined to comment, however raucous laughter could be heard from the building.

0800 AUT SAFE Lara Posa We’ve introduced a new easy-to-remember phone number for Security at AUT. 0800 AUT SAFE will connect you directly with the AUT Security Team and is free from mobiles. You should use this number if you: Need to report lost or stolen property See any suspicious behaviour on campus Have any minor security concerns Do not use it in an emergency situation. Instead dial 111.

Primary Schools To Begin Teaching Basic Drudgery Kieran Bennett After a damning Department of Education report into primary schools, the government has announced that drudgery and personal dissatisfaction will become compulsory units before high school.

Concerns were raised by high school teachers and principals that students coming through the system were far too optimistic and hopeful for high school and called for action to be taken. The government, following its history of listening to teachers and placing education first, launched an investigation. They found that over 87 percent of students finishing primary school were not even aware of the crushing reality facing them and that 94 percent were not aware that the future held no hope. In a particularly damning set of statistics, the report also found that 99 percent of students did not have the skills to plod through life without direction and hate themselves.

The government’s hief education scientific adviser, Professor Stuart McNaughton, said that children needed to be made aware of the

futility of working hard and that families were being let down by “optimistic children”. Speaking in support of the report he said that more effort needed to made to have children learn to hate work no matter the form and that a plan was needed to instil a greater sense of ennui in the nation’s children. “Look, what you’ve got is a lot of happy children. But happy children don’t know how to work in retail, you need to grind them down early, otherwise you just end up with problems”.

Many primary schools have already taken action in light of the government’s report. Rimutaka Primary School has already restructured its day to include at least one hour of staring at a wall and two hours of looking at pictures of things they’ll never have and places they’ll never go. Principal Kevin Macinister said that while students were remarkably more depressed, they were “certainly more malleable and spent far less time running around and getting into trouble” High schools across the country have celebrated the move, while universities have claimed to have been doing it for years.

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A WARM TRIP TO THE COLD CAPITAL

Julie Cleaver When I first walked out of the airport it was like stepping into an ice skating rink. The cold, windy air instantly made my nose feel numb. “How am I going to survive in this place?” I thought in my tired, over-dramatic state. But my question was answered when I got on my first bus.

“Umm, I’m trying to get to, uhh,” I fumbled through my notebook and showed the driver an address I had scribbled down.

“Ah yep, get on. I’ll let you know what stop to hop off at,” he said confidently with a smile on his wrinkled face.

I heaved my suitcase onto the bus and awkwardly sat with it by my side. I then gazed out the window and marveled at how different the streets looked. The old villa style houses were so close to each other they were practically touching. They spiraled up and down the winding roads; all uniform in their uniqueness.

“We’re here! Are you alright to carry that?”

The driver turned back and asked me, genuinely concerned with my ability to move my suitcase comfortably.

Stunned, I replied, “I’ve got it. Thank you!”

Then hobbled off the bus in awe.

THIS GROOVY LITTLE THE CITY FILLED WITH ART, POLITICS, AND POLITICAL CORRECTNESS IS HOME TO SOME OF THE KINDEST STRANGERS I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED. What is this place? In Auckland the driver probably would have yelled at me for taking too long and then tripped me up on my way out the door.

But not in Wellington. This groovy little the city filled with art, politics, and political correctness is home to some of the kindest strangers I have ever encountered. From the sweet and caring bus drivers, to the courteous street dwellers, to the lovely waiters and waitresses, people were so ridiculously sympathetic during my two-week stay it was almost comical.

One day I went to the chemist to get cream for my hands, as they were cracked and raw from the cold air. I didn’t ask a

worker for help as I assumed they would all be busy, but someone came to me. I told her I was after cream, she asked me what for, I showed her my hands, and she made a huge deal about it. She took me to see their pharmacist, asked the other workers what they thought, decided to book me a doctor’s appointment, and then took me through different products that could help for about 30 minutes.

I went to the doctor that day and was actually prescribed anti-biotics, as my hands were infected. Within 24 hours my irritated palms started healing, and if it weren’t for those lovely strangers, I would still be typing this in quite a lot of pain.

My heart was so warmed after, I barely even noticed the cold.

Little acts of service are often overlooked, but it truly is a combination of small deeds that make a place more pleasant for everyone. No offense to myself, but I think us “move bitch, I need my latte” Aucklanders have a lot to learn.

So thank you Wellington, your kindheartedness truly blew me away. If your weather didn’t require thermals and puffer jackets in the summer, I would almost consider moving.

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We wanted to take a moment this week to feature a couple of our stand out competition winners! Sophie Smythe took out our Thrift Shop competition and scored herself two tickets to see Macklemore and Ryan Lewis in July. And Tyraniart captured our hearts with his Cool Yoghurt Guy competition entry, walking away with a $50 Gordon Harris gift voucher and three tickets to Rainbows End. Thanks to all who’ve made a fabulous effort with our competitions this year, and be sure to keep your eyes peeled for more to come!

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AGAINST SUGAR Amelia Petrovich Put down your Twix bar and think for just a minute… why is it that you actually like sugar at all?

We like sugar because originally, the detection of sweet flavours in fruits indicated that they were safe for human consumption.

Back in the day we were like “hell yeah dude, this banana is fine, go for it!”

However, like basically everything in the world ever, our natural response to something that already exists in the world has been amplified and exploited by corporations. Sugar found naturally in ripe food is one thing, but adding sugar to fucking everything to make it sell quicker is something totally different.

Maybe I shouldn’t have started this rant by mentioning Twix bars; at least the sugar in a Twix is somewhat expected and I guess mandatory. Put down your Twix bar maybe, but also put down your bread, your tomato sauce and your goddamn breakfast cereal- so much manufactured food nowadays is comprised of added sugars included primarily to tickle your sweet tooth and fuel your addiction. If a thing is sweet, we’re programmed to like it; so added sugar can give a food manufacturing company a competitive edge. We all know how good porridge is for us, but how many people would be prepared to swear before a court of law that it tastes better than Kellogg’s Crunchy Nut? It’s a good

thing that court hearings involving discussion about cereal are few and far between; because I’m guessing the answer would be not that many.

I just reckon screw the corporations brah, you know? They’ve got enough money as it is and if eating whole foods with no sugar added is an act of rebellion then lets go for it.

I know a lot of people are quick to talk about the danger of “depriving” yourself a treat every now and again, but if you simply didn’t have artificial sugar in your diet then you would literally have no idea what you were missing out on and that would be chill. I am currently a manic chocolate lover and I admit that, but there was a brief period of time where, as a kid, I’d never actually had anything too sugary. My mum used to take me to Pak n’ Save and tell me I could get whatever I wanted for dessert and I’d bring her back blueberries, blueberries ladies and gentlemen! I wish I could be that kid again. That kid gave no fucks about big companies and the sweet tooth they pedaled to me, she liked blueberries because she goddamn liked them and not because some cash-guzzling capitalist machine coaxed her to.

Perhaps a little now and then won’t kill you, but it also won’t be an actual benefit either. We don’t need added sugar. We just don’t.

Ending with short sentences. For. Impact.

FOR SUGAR Julie Cleaver I put it in my mouth. All of it. And then I swallowed. It was the most delicious substance I had ever tasted. “How is it, honey?” he asked. “Absolutely divine, sweetheart,” I said in response. I cracked off a few more pieces of Whitakers and let the mouthwatering bricks of bliss dissolve onto my tongue. As after all, what would life be without a little bit of pleasure?

Firstly, if we were discussing whether sugar is healthy or not, I would lose this debate faster than you could say pumpkin pie.

There’s no denying that an excess amount of glucose is bad for you. It can make your teeth turn yellow, your liver fatty, and your belly even more fatty. But if eaten in moderation, sugar can add all sorts of sweetness to your life.

At the risk of sounding like a Coca-Cola commercial, I think sugar and fun times go together like Tim Tams and tea. That amazing cane of goodness has enhanced so many of my favourite memories: laughing with friends as we demolished a jar of Nutella with spoons, licking ice cream and having deep conversations with my brother at Mission Bay, and of course all the lollies and chocolate treats that coloured my childhood with excitement and sugar-highs.

Scientists have studied why sugar makes us feel so damn happy and found that it releases dopamine in your brain when consumed. This triggers a reward system that makes you feel all loved and gooey, which is why chocolate is given on Valentines Day and why people in movies eat ice cream out of a tub when they break up with someone. I like dopamine, so sugar is a welcome friend when I need a pick me up.

Although such chemical reactions could potentially make you crave sweet thangs, if you only eat treats every now and then, you have nothing to worry about. Life is all about balance and without a bit of indulgence, why both trudging though all the boring stuff, like vegetables and assignments?

Whether it’s coffee, crack, booze or Netflix, I’m convinced that everybody needs an outlet. We’re animals that live to feel high in some way, shape or form, and sugar is my personal drug of choice.

The only hard stuff I’m into is hard candies. And cheese cake… and ice cream… mmmmm ice cream.

So give yourself a break, honey. You’re doing a sweet job and you deserve a bit of sugar in your life!

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I Dined at the World’s Only All-You-Can-Eat KFC

Shawn Cleaver “So, what do they have to do in Osaka? I’m headed there tomorrow.”

“Well there’s Osaka Castle, a few temples, oh they have an all-you-can-eat KFC…” My jaw dropped. The rest of his list became white noise. From that moment on I knew one thing: said jaw would consume a gluttonous amount of fried chicken within the next 24 hours.

Turns out the buffet restaurant in Osaka’s Expo City Complex is the world’s only all-youcan-eat KFC. Just five months old, it offers carnivores 90 minutes to eat as much fried chicken as they can handle. The menu isn’t like your typical KFC, and also boasts desserts, soups and salad (lol).

Having spent hours on the train getting there, I was mentally, physically and emotionally ready to take on this quest. The not-so-hobo-friendly ¥1880 entrance fee ($22AUD) meant one thing: I had to eat to the point where I didn’t need dinner. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I began.

I have to admit this was a show-off plate. This was a, “Hey, look how extreme kiwis are!” to all the Japanese families peacefully nibbling their carcasses around me. I felt the weight of it as I plonked it down, ready to dive in.

This plate went down very easily, very greasily, and holy goddam – curly wedges?! What crispy sticks of beauty they are. However, after plate one, I was already a healthy amount of full. If this was a normal KFC feast, I’d happily have moved on with my life. But this was no normal feast. I set off again, with a hankering for more grosstein (greasy protein).

Okay – even for me, this looked fairly unappetising. When I finished serving it up, I wanted to go back to my seat, but felt guilty for what I was about to do. I felt like I needed a shower, or to high-five a nun or something. That single shade of cholesterolbrown dominated the plate and made me uneasy.

Luckily I’m really smart, and just did this:

All of a sudden, it looked like I was paleo.

This plate took me much longer than plate number one, though my fingers were too greasy to check the time on my phone. This was when I started getting strategic. I had 90 minutes to get as much food in as possible, so I let it digest for a bit. Killing time, I explored the restaurant and came across this:

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It was clear this place was like the Hard-Rock Café equivalent for fried chicken. The Colonel was a superstar. One that ladies loved, and poultry feared. He was a hard-working man, who never gave up until his recipe was the most recognised. Was I to give up after plate two? No. I knew I had the willpower to push through. I also knew I had limited time before the dreaded KFC hangover hit, so I quickly continued.

People told me travelling is all about discovering yourself, trying new things, and experimenting.

They were obviously talking about nuggets and wedges, which is exactly why I got weird with the third plate.

Despite my body telling me no, I tried my first custom creation: curly wedges with maple syrup and whipped cream. Oh. My. Sweet. Lord. I had created a masterpiece.

It must have been how Leonard Cohen felt when he finished Hallelujah. The crispy outer layer complimented the sweetness so perfectly. It was at that moment I learned how I would eventually die: “death by maplecream curly wedges”.

Unfortunately, the same cannot be said about the berrygarnished nuggets. They were on par with my first food combination back in NZ: Spafrootti Loopognese:

Despite the magic of the sweet curly wedges, I was done.

I had never been so full in my life. I took a moment to let it sink in. That it did, as I was so full I could feel it in my feet. It hurt to breathe. I felt like I needed the Colonel helpline.

Taking this much KFC felt like devouring the entire cast of Chicken Run, while soaking in a vat of potato and gravy.

I was legitimately scared for my health. I had 15 minutes left before my 90 were up, and all I could do was sit with my head in my hands like I’d just lost the house on a blackjack hand.

Then it hit me. The KFC hangover.

How to describe such a sensation? They say taking heroin is like downing a bottle of vodka, while soaking in a boiling hot bath, waiting for it to kick in.

With five minutes to go, hangover blaring, curiosity got the better of me. I honoured the 11th commandment – “There’s always room for dessert” – and rolled out of my seat.

I don’t know how, but I managed to eat everything, despite barely being able to see colours anymore. The ice-cream was delicious, along with the random pudding which I’ll never know the name of. It didn’t matter.

I had done it.

What exactly? I don’t know, but the sense of achievement was enough to get me out of the seat, pay my yen, and retire to the closest bench outside the restaurant.

I just sat there for about 45 minutes, falling in and out of a food coma daze.

I put my headphones in and listened to Kanye’s Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Because I had just lived out

one of mine. I awoke realising I had been asleep for about 20 minutes before finding the strength to walk on, and continue my travels.

Would I recommend Osaka’s allyou-can-eat KFC? It’s something I’d wish upon both my best friend, and also my worst enemy. The pleasure and pain is so intertwined and so extreme on both sides, it’s like watching a Victoria’s Secret fashion show while someone sets your legs on fire. But though I’ve barely eaten in the last 24 hours, and it was about 23 hours ago I said to myself, “I’m never eating again!” …I’ve got a serious craving for some maple-cream curly wedges.

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Watch for the Killumaniti Julie Cleaver

Tattoos were plastered all over his unusually jacked up body. He looked like he had just eaten three villages – people, buildings, and all. He had a teardrop on his face and the word “KILLUMANATI” permanently inked up his right arm. He was literally the scariest person I had ever seen.

“Dude, you’re the scariest person I’ve ever seen,” an English bloke said as he passed by, speaking my mind exactly.

“Scary? I’M NOT SCARY!” He said in an accent I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

His voice was hoarse and angry. The mere sight of him made me want to crawl under my covers and weep.

He was sitting on the lower level of a beach top bar I was at in Bali. A harem of women sat around him. He spoke at them aggressively about a variety of topics, and they causally ignored everything he said – clearly well practiced in their apathy.

The word “illuminati” was used more than once.

I sipped my coconut and tried to focus on the setting sun in the distance, but his loud, conspiracy yarning voice was all I could hear. My siblings and I exchanged glances. They looked as frightened as I felt. We tried to talk, but Arnold Schwarzenegger was drowning out our voices. The whole bar seemed to be watching him.

He moved his head towards us, and my heart started racing.

“DO YOU LIKE THE COCONUT?” he said.

Stunned, I nodded.

For the next five minutes he talked at us about how the illuminati were ruining coconuts. I felt so uncomfortable and intimidated I was unable to hold his gaze and just looked at the ground. My siblings and I sat and listened in silence until someone else walked into his circle.

“Hey. Do you remember me?” A tiny blond woman said in a European accent.

“No, who the fuck are you?” replied Mr. Schwarzenegger.

“We had sex last year! Don’t you remember?” I felt like I was watching a sitcom.

“Honey, I can’t remember who I had sex with LAST WEEK, how will I remember who I fucked LAST YEAR!? But you are beautiful, maybe we could again sometime?”

“Okay,” she shrugged her shoulders and walked away.

After that we vacated the bar. “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?” we all said as soon as we were out of ear’s distance. We joked and bantered about the crazy events we had just witnessed, and the scary illuminati man quickly became one of our favorite Bali travel stories.

Then just the other day, something strange popped up on my Facebook feed.

“Local Bali expat dead”. I looked at the article, and it was him alright; tattoos, muscles and all.

Turns out Amokrane Sabet, 49, was shot dead after he stabbed and killed a police officer, Anak Agung Putu Sudiarta.

After that we vacated the bar. “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?” we all said as soon as we were out of ear’s distance.

Sabet was a French ex-MMA fighter and “controversial expat”. He was well known in the small beach town of Canggu, so his death caused public outrage and conversation. Some spoke about how he paid for strangers’ groceries when they were in need, others lamented him for being disgustingly disrespectful to the local people. The words “mental health issues” were mentioned frequently.

As I was scrolling through the comments, dodging gruesome and scarring imagery of his final moments (albeit

unsuccessfully), I came across something that stood out. It was a screenshot of a Facebook status Sabet had posted on May 1 this year. This massive paragraph of fully capitalized writing talked about how he was the messiah. The first line read: “I AM WHO I AM JESUS CHRIST THE 9TH PROPHET THE MAITREYA MASIHIACH BEN DAVID AMOKRANE.” I have no idea who this man is and do not wish to spread any rumors, but from my experience, after only observing Sabet for a few minutes, it was obvious he was not right in the head. His paranoid and aggressive attitude set off every alarm in my body, and after reading through people’s comments, it seems as though a lot of people felt the same. Yet he continued to roam around the rice paddies, wreaking havoc across the land, until one day, his reign ended in tragedy.

Often the lives of people with mental illnesses can go from seemingly normal to horrifically destructive in an instant.

However, the tragic events are barely ever out of the blue. Like Sabet, there are always warning signs, some are just less in your face than a giant “KILLUMINATI” tattoo.

If you notice something out of the ordinary, trust your gut and say something, don’t sip on a coconut and look away like I did.

RIP Anak Agung Putu Sudiarta. Kuat bersamasama Canggu dan Sudiarta’s keluarga.

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PJ’s Shivan Okay, so we’ve all been there – I was in bed, nearly time to get up and going, but drawn to stay, due to the comfortable place I had made for myself. It’s the best feeling slipping into a fresh pair of pyjamas and sliding into bed all warm and cosy, but why must we be this warm and cosy only when we go to bed? Why can’t we wear pyjamas, let’s say… going out to see friends? Maybe even attending an event, or going to work? I know I would be a lot happier if I were comfortable. I may come across as homeless to some, or maybe just judged as a weirdo, but I probably wouldn’t care because I’d be too busy being comfortable.

I conducted a small experiment of my own, I owned this amazing cotton blue and white striped Ralph Lauren shirt, which I believe with the right styling could go either way as being a pair of pyjamas or a shirt. I took my look to the streets and here’s how the people took to it.

Experiment 1: At Work Yes I rocked up to work one day wearing my pyjama top with a pair of blue slacks. At first, the baby blue colour of the shirt was admired by a few colleagues until this one girl let the P-bomb slip. “Are you wearing pyjamas? Cause it looks like you are!” So I tried to brush it off and laugh sarcastically. “No actually this is a shirt by Ralph Lauren” I said, thinking that if I add a brand maybe my “pyjama look” would be taken more seriously, but this girl did not buy it.

Experiment 2: At a Fashion Event I reckon as long as you look confident, no one will even question what you wear at a fashion event.

So keeping that in mind, I had one job: to make these pyjamas look sophisticated, chic and look nothing like pyjamas. I thought I would accessorize with some boots, sunnies and some Tommy Hilfiger pants, just because I thought throwing brands at this would somehow make the look more sophisticated. Then it actually happened. Someone came up to me and said “God I love that shirt”! Yes, I had finally achieved what I have been desperately trying to do - take this pyjama-ish shirt and make it look like more than just Pjs. However, it made me realise it wasn’t because of me throwing brands or accessories at it, but more the confidence in owning up to whatever I had decided to wear that day.

Experiment 3: An Editorial Piece Now for the final part of my experiment: including this pyjama shirt in an editorial piece. I have styled this look with a design from a very talent designer, Tia Feng. Her use of florals with interesting silhouettes really gives a different dimension to the humble “Pyjama shirt”. I would love to know what you think. Do you think this shirt would best remain part of my wardrobe as pyjamas only, or do you think it has a potential to be more? Email me your thoughts on gathumnz@gmail.com.

Model: Milly @ UniqueModel Management H&M: @Madeupbyruth Dress by: Tia Feng and Shirt by Ralph Lauren Photographed & styled by: Yours truly @gathum (www.gathum.co.nz)

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REVIEWS Any long-time reader of Debate will know I am a big fan of Marvel, and as such I have high expectations for their movies. When I first learned that Civil War would be adapted (a plot that sees the Avengers split between Captain America and Iron Man over government regulations), I was excited but anxious as to how they would balance the story with the dozen warring heroes. Thankfully, the movie is a satisfying, thrilling and entertaining superhero showdown.

The film stumbles early on, the first act rushing as it sets up the inciting calamity, makes it clear which side everyone supports and puts the pieces in place for the climax. When the film finally stops jumping randomly between countries and the action kicks off, we are treated to an hour and a half of pure blockbuster gold.

C A PTA IN AMERIC A: C I VI L WA R Directed by Antony and Joe Russo Starring Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Sebastian Stan Reviewed by Ethan Sills

The fight scenes are incredible, with the much-buzzed airport showdown - an impressive CGI spectacle - and possible wink at the criticism around the previous movies over-reliance on airborne climaxes. The final fight is emotional to watch and ties everything together in a neatly imperfect bow. It doesn’t hit the same perfection of Winter Soldier, but it’s far more emotional than any superhero movie should be. The characters are perfect – Spider Man and Black Panther making welcome introductions into the universe – and are given time to state their cases, which is what ultimately makes this more than just your average blockbuster. If you hate superheroes definitely stay away; for everyone else, you’re bound to enjoy the ride.

Ah Stir Fried, a drama tradition that’s peppered my university experience with all kinds of flavour. For those of you unaware of the Auckland Uni tradition, Stir Fried is a production made up of ten short plays written, directed, produced, and acted by students. These showcases always guarantee a laugh, gasp, and unintentionally squealed “What the hell!?”…but it’s always a cool time.

The only major criticism I had for this year’s production was the length of the show – opening night went over the three hour mark, and while it was an entertaining night, I would have appreciated a bit of fat trimming.

S T IR FRIED VIII Stray Theatre Company Reviewed by Laurien Barks

That being said – I wouldn’t want to make it my job to do so, because everything we were presented with had merit. From the hilarious to the academic to the downright absurd, every play had something to tickle a portion of my fancy.

Though the stand-out of the night, for this gal at least, had to be the banter and comedy of the MCs. Taking on character roles as staff members at a primary school performance, this trio had

me in tears with their horrifically dark humour, perfectly delivered lines, and facials that’d slay even the most sour-faced nanas. I can’t remember a time where I enjoyed ‘inbetween’ performances as much as this – I kinda wish they’d been in a short play of their own so I could get one giant dose of their hilarity instead of tiny mouthfuls.

My top three scripts of the evening were hands down A Tricky Turn of Events in Glazzons Sylvia Park Complex, In Apundance, and Why Are You Sad, Child?, with a special mention to the delightfully bite-sized Zoned, because the only thing I wanted from that unique tale was more! I wish I was more professional and had actual names of the stand out actors, but lol #imnot. What I can say though, is the kid who played Snape in Snarry gave one of the best impressions of the dark professor I’ve ever seen, and the new girl at Glazzons gave the comedic performance of a life time despite it only being her first day on the job.

All in all, I was impressed – it’s always a mixed bag with Stir Fried, and I’m pleased to say this year was no different.

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MATAKAN A Rodney District, New Zealand Reviewed by Niki Chawla

Just 40 minutes from Auckland through the northern motorway (SH1), is the beautiful Matakana. Known for its amazing vineyards, beaches, restauaraunts and the village and farmers market, Matakana has a beautiful environment, and the locals are just so very nice!

The famous Saturday Farmer’s market and village (runs from 8am to 1pm) features local produces, fashion, hardware books and gifts.

Alongside the live music at the markets there is a beautiful cinema showing the latest Hollywood movies (and it’s a little better than the cinemas in Auckland).

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Matakana is also a perfect place to relax at the beautiful east coast beaches, fishing and even parks for the little ones! Sanspit Beach is one I visit every time!

Matakana is great for one day trips or overnight stays, offering a huge variety of accommodation from lodges to baches. Personally I’ve done day trips and weekend trips and I recommend both.

Quiet recently in the break, I went for a weekend trip to Matakana, where the 7 of us hired a bach and just went to chill and have a good time! Seeing the markets, enjoying the cafes and parks; it was definitely worth the stay. The week after I went with my family for a day trip, started off early, visited the beautiful markets, ate some local food and headed to Waiwera Thermal Reserve which is 27 minutes from the Village.

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I recommend to a weekend trip, preferably Saturday where you can enjoy the Matakana Farmer’s market and Village from 8am to 1pm.

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Braised Coconut Spinach & Chickpeas with Lemon •

2 tsp oil

Directions

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1 small yellow onion

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4 cloves garlic, peeled and minced

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1 tbsp grated ginger

1) Heat oil in a large heavy pot over medium high heat. Add onion and cook 5 minutes, or until onion begins to brown. Add garlic, ginger, sun-dried tomatoes, lemon zest, and red pepper. Cook 3 minutes.

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½ cup sun-dried tomatoes, chopped

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1 large lemon, zested and juiced

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1 dried hot red pepper (optional)

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1 can chickpeas, drained and rinsed

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2 bags spinach

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1 can coconut milk

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1 tsp salt

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1 tsp ground ginger

2) Add chickpeas and cook over high heat for a few minutes, or until chickpeas are turning golden and coated with onion and garlic mixture.

3) Toss in spinach, one handful at a time. When all spinach has been added, pour in coconut milk, salt, ground ginger, and lemon juice. Bring to simmer, then turn down heat and cook 10 minutes, or until chickpeas are warmed through.

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