The REALLY Displaced Reader stays home

Life doesn’t get much more displaced than this, surely.  Our recent jaunts to other libraries have shown us that there are new treasures to be found all over Christchurch, but yesterday’s aftershocks have meant that even these library havens are temporarily not an option, well, at least for the next day or so.

So, how about we take a wee digital trip instead?  For those without power, this is not much of a trip, but if you are at home in Christchurch reading this then I know that you are at least blessed with internet access.

With no school, no polytech and no transport, my house is full of unsettled teens and angsty cats, so we’ve been exploring the wonders of the digital library.  Somehow TV isn’t filling the void right now, and we really do need some distraction, so we’ve all dropped a decade (or more) and have been unashamedly enjoying the online kids’ games and learning site Intrepica.  I’m not proud of the fact that I am LOVING beating the kids at all manner of spelling and maths games, but I’m keeping doing it anyway!  Small joys, right?

And this afternoon I thought we’d have a look at some of the online music libraries.  The boy-child is a jazz fan, and often struggles to figure out what to listen to, so I reckon Jazz Music Library has to be a good place to find something new.  The girl-child is heavily into photography, design and fashion, so we’re also going to explore the Picture Post Historical Archive to get costume design ideas.

And while Mr Bronnypop is currently at work, I’m thinking that when he comes home he might like to try cooking dinner.  He’s not that flash in the kitchen, but surely even HE can manage with the help of the Pulse’s cooking and recipe pages

2 thoughts on “The REALLY Displaced Reader stays home

  1. Robyn 14 June 2011 / 2:32 pm

    You’re making it sound like far too much fun.

    • bronnypop 14 June 2011 / 2:50 pm

      I know. It’s a desperate attempt to pretend life in Shakytown is normal, when we all know it’s far from that! It’s easy for me over here in the tidy bits of ChCh too, when all those poor people in the eastern suburbs have no time to spare for 1920’s fashion and lounge jazz. And yet, I still need to find a way of looking after my poor wee (nearly grown-up) babies here at home too. How many ways of being fragile are there?

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