Returning from a week on an island that is a mere isolated speck in the Pacific Ocean can be a surreal experience.
A warship is on the way to the Gulf to sort out Iraq, or so I gather. Who was the admiral with no sense of diplomacy who chose a warship named George-something-Bush, I wonder.
Odd, very odd.
And there is a book design competition going on in New Zealand where two of the four judges are also finalists.
Definitely odd.
The administrators seem happy about it, though. You can read their response to Stephen Stratford, when he wondered aloud about it on Quote Unquote.
And one would expect to feel cold after a week of sun on a sub-tropical isle, but Wellington is eerily warm.
That's odd, too.
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