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WIZARDING SCHOOLS AROUND THE WORLD: NEW ZEALAND

The New Zealand Academy of Spellcraft is situated in an undetectable location in the bush lands of South Island so incredibly difficult to find due to its surroundings’ constant changes in appearance that even repeat visitors often have trouble finding the school. Muggleborn students are raging fanatics of the All Blacks, and they have slowly converted the rest of the student population who used to thumb their nose at the mention of rugby. However, quidditch remains immensely popular, with students often sneaking out under the cover of night to play matches in the dark because it is “more challenging, and therefore, more fun,” despite the drastic increase in the number of injuries and dents in trees due to rogue bludgers growing slightly panicked in the dark. The school prides itself on its large and prestigious herbology department; international witches and wizards often take on extended environmental studies at the academy, so students are always on the lookout for lost foreigners stumbling around. When students graduate, they are presented with Pounamu ornaments that are embedded into the handles of their wands as a reminder for them to always be at peace with their surroundings.

This is cool, but it’s not utilising possible Maori cultural/spiritual parts. Like imagine having a school lake but instead of a giant squid we have a Taniwha, and Tiki’s placed in front of the school and around it that move and talk and stuff, I mean the possibilities are awesome :)

SCHOOL TANIWHA YEA HIDING THE SCHOOL & MAYBE WANDERING AROUND IN HUMAN FORM OCCASIONALLY & TALKING TO STUDENTS OUT BY THE LAKE AT NIGHT & THEY SLOWLY REALISE THAT HEY IT’S A PRETTY SMALL SCHOOL WHO WAS THAT NICE LADY BY THE LAKE WHO REASSURED THEM THAT THEY WOULDN’T FAIL THEIR NEXT EXAM AND TO KEEP TRYING BUT WHO MAY HAVE EATEN THE SNACKS THEY PUT DOWN ON THAT LOG I SWEAR THEY WERE THERE A MINUTE AGO ANYWAY I’VE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE AND NOBODY KNOWS WHO I MEAN 

FUKIN FIELD TRIPS TO THE MOUNTAINS TO SEE DESCENDANTS OF POUAKAI WHO PASSED UNDER THE RADAR OF LEGEND & MUGGLEBORNS GOING NUTS ABOUT THEM BEING THE EAGLES FROM LOTR BUT REALISING PRETTY QUICK THAT THESE THINGS ARE ONLY TEMPERED FROM SNACKING ON STUDENTS BY THEIR FIERCE INTELLIGENCE AND ARE NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH

THE TIKI’S ONLY SPEAK MAORI OBVS BUT HALF THE SPELLS ARE IN MAORI SO EVERYONE LEARNS IT PRETTY QUICK & IT’S AS WIDELY SPOKEN AROUND THE SCHOOL AS ENGLISH IS IF NOT MORE

THE WALLS ARE COVERED IN CARVINGS WHICH ARE OFTEN OVERLOOKED AS SCENERY BUT THEY REMEMBER EVERYTHING THAT PASSES IN THE SCHOOL AND COME ALIVE WITH MUSIC AND WHEN THERE’S A POWHIRI FOR IMPORTANT VISITORS EVERY ONE OF THEM JOINS IN THE WAIATA AND PAINTS A HISTORY OF THE SCHOOL

NZ MAGIC YE A H

Jim improved my idea :P

I bet Australians go too. 

Coooooooool.


Some thoughts on Harry Potter as a dystopia.

Seriously…

…notes in the margins are the worst, like you can’t read without writing out your really deep thoughts? (what’s so amazing about…) But if you must, keep that shit to yourself. Like I can’t even imagine being so into someone that they could steal one of my books and write all over it and me being into that, like omg start a tumblr, Jess.


Her mouth opened in a strangled sob, Tacy’s teeth blare bright red.

"You come at the king," Beth says, "you best not miss."
Megan Abbott, Dare Me (2012)

You guys, this book is so great.

You guys, this book is so great.


There was a debate going on about what was the song of the summer.

Angel said it was the big crossover reggaeton hit with Daddy Yankee; I didn’t know the name was “Oye Mi Canto,” but we could all sing the refrain:

Boricua, Morena, Dominicano, Colombiano,
Boricua, Morena, Cubano, Mexicano
Oye Mi Canto


Bonnie snorted. “Y’all are crazy,” she said. “It’s Fat Joe!”

We all replied, “Lean Back,” and dropped one shoulder back in smooth unison.

Kenyatta said, “Well, I don’t like her, but that song by Christina Milian — ‘Pop, Pop, Pop That Thang’? That song is blowing up.”

[…]

Pom-Pom spoke up. “I don’t know where you think y’all are at, but there’s just one song this summer. And that’s ‘Locked Up.’ Look around you! End of discussion.”

We had to admit, she was dead on. All summer long, anywhere there was a radio playing, you could hear the almost eerie, plaintive voice of Akon, a Senegalese rapper, singing about prison.

Can’t wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right,
But instead I’m here locked up.


Even if the song had not been a huge hit on the outs, it had to be the guiding anthem in a place like the Camp; you heard women who weren’t even hip-hop fans humming it tunelessly under their breath as they folded laundry: “‘I’m locked up, they won’t let me out, nooooo, they won’t let me out. I’m locked up.’”
Piper Kerman, Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison (2010)

This won me a couple of fans, notably my new neighbor Delicious, who shouted with surprise, “P-I Piper! You got some nice titties! You got those TV titties!! They stand up on they own all perky and everything! Damn!”

“Um, thanks, Delicious.”

Piper Kerman, Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison (2010)

Doesn’t “Delicious” seem like the lame fictionalized version of the real nickname “Tastey” rather than the other way round? TV version of Delicious got the much better end of this stick.


Yoga Janet would make a point of sitting with me at meals, and we would chat about the Himalayas and New York and politics. She was appalled when a subscription to The New Republic showed up for me at mail call. “You might as well read the Weekly Standard!” she said with disgust.
Piper Kerman, Orange is the New Black: My Year in a Women’s Prison (2010)

I’ve been thinking about laws on Mars.

Yeah, I know, it’s a stupid thing to think about, but I have a lot of free time.

There’s an international treaty saying no country can lay claim to anything that’s not on Earth. And by another treaty, if you’re not in any country’s territory, maritime law applies.

So Mars is “international waters.”

NASA is an American nonmilitary organization, and it owns the Hab. So while I’m in the Hab, American law applies. As soon as I step outside, I’m in international waters. Then when I get in the rover, I’m back to American law.

Here’s the cool part: I will eventually go to Schiaparelli and commandeer the Ares 4 lander. Nobody explicitly gave me permission to do this, and they can’t until I’m aboard Ares 4 and operating the comm system. After I board Ares 4, before talking to NASA, I will take control of a craft in international waters without permission.

That makes me a pirate!

A space pirate!

Andy Weir, The Martian (2012)

Best bit of the whole book.


Gould’s novel, Friendship, follows a best-friend pair through a turbulent period of break-ups and bad jobs in their late twenties and early thirties. After Amy and Bev meet as editorial assistants at a New York publishing house, Bev “start[s] making friendship advances toward Amy,” going out of her way to engage her in conversation. One day, she invites her to a concert after work; they start to take their lunch breaks together. One thing leads to another, and while eating sushi and drinking wine on a roof in Brooklyn, they make it official.

Alice Robb, “Grown Women Don’t Need a ‘Best Friend’,” The New Republic, July 10, 2014

In 2014, how on earth do you work on a novel-length piece of writing about people who work in publishing and eat sushi on Brooklyn rooftops without literally boring yourself to death?

Like, I totally disagree with Robb’s dismissal of the value of intense yet platonic non-familial relationships or the lack of artistic consideration of the same, but don’t people also have best friends in Kansas City? Or Columbus? Or Kinshasa? Or do New Yorkers actually really think the world needs a better understanding of the lives of New York editorial assistants?

I’m not asking for a moratorium about books in New York. I love books about New York! But if there isn’t something particularly relevant to New York about the story you’re telling — and, guys, I guarantee friendship wasn’t first devised in a Dumbo loft — then why not set it in any of the thousands of other cities in the world where real existing people also live and work?



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