Three "business speak" phrases which should just disappear

I've never spent much time in the corporate world but, looking back on that time, I realise it was enough for these phrases to grate.

Photo: Keven Law

• going forward
  Whatever happened to "in future"?  I think that's a perfectly valid phrase.
• add value
  I can't put my finger on why I dislike this one, but I guess it just feels like generic jargon.  If someone has come up with innovative ideas, improved sales, or re-vamped the brand, just say it!
• Do you have the capacity to...?
  People are not buckets to fill with tasks.  Tried and true phrases like "Do you have time to...?" or even "Could you...?" still work.

Please, if you find yourself using these phrases, remember that you can speak like a normal person even if you are in an office.

Burnt Grapes & Breakfast

First, a warning about cooking when you have a cold and... more specifically... when you have a blocked nose.

This can happen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >

And here's how:

• you decide to cook up some grapes because they're about to go off
• you put a bit of water, sugar, and cinnamon in with the grapes
• you wander off to have an orange while you wait for them to boil down
• you get talking to your flatmate (who also has a cold and a blocked nose)
• you forget about the grapes
• you can't smell them cooking and, then, burning
• you don't remember until your other flatmate (who can currently smell) wanders in and asks who has been eating muffin splits
• it is too late

Secondly, I was talking to my flatmate about how Rachel Smalley was leaving Firstline- which is my breakfast programme of choice.

He went to that article I've linked to, and read out some news that worried me even more.

TV3's plans for Firstline are not clear, but parent company MediaWorks is in receivership and has been looking to develop a more commercial format...However it is understood that new owners at TV3 are aiming to make the channel's lineup more commercial, and have been looking at returning to a light breakfast show format to compete with TV One's Breakfast.

I watch Firstline because I don't like Breakfast.  I know I'm not your average news consumer now that I'm studying journalism, but I like to be informed at the start of the day.  I'd rather hear the headlines than watch the presenters race to see who can put up a tent fastest, or the poor weather presenter being sent on all manner of missions, from pet expos to sugar factories.
Please, MediaWorks... don't do it.

Journalism takes you places

Journalism is like a back-stage pass to life, in some ways.  I'm only in training, but I can already see that not only do you get to find out new stuff almost every day, you also get to meet different people and hear their stories, as well as going places you might never otherwise have.
Granted, I imagine the job can take you places you don't really want to go yet are obliged to - but the rest of it can be fascinating.

I've just spent four weeks of 'holidays' getting some experience with a paper and, looking back, I've learnt about a pretty wide variety of topics.
For example, I now know how rat poison works.
I've spoken to relationship counsellors, rugby clubs, child safety advocates, high school students, and frustrated Dinsdale residents.
I've got all kitted up to get onto a building site.  Right down to the steel-capped boots.

Headed down to the Frankton Sale Yards to find people to talk to about petrol - felt I stuck out like a sore thumb in my corporate-ish clothes, and was asked by the young girl helping out "are you buying cows?"
Made a little road trip to meet the couple who are probably the biggest fans of the royal family in the Waikato.
And witnessed a piece of history at Rukumoana Marae.  Aside from the historic settlement, there was some great singing there that day.  See it below - sideways, because my phone did something weird with the recording.

Before signing of the deed, Rukumoana Marae.

Statue of King Mahuta, Rukumoana Marae.

They were four interesting weeks, but now it's back to student-land for some more learning!

Home citrus & home baking

Winter's the season of colds and flu, and the flat's a bit cold sometimes, so I'm really glad we have a set of citrus trees in the back garden.

It's great having them, but what's even better is having them AND a sunny day (when your washing dries on the line in a few hours) to go out and pick the fruit.

I foresee plenty of lemon, honey, and ginger drinks - as well as a bit of pasta with lemon, vinegar, and mustard sauce.

And on the topic of producing things at home, I can recommend baking Scott's Farewell Square - recipe in Ladies, A Plate: Traditional home baking by Alexa Johnston.
It doesn't have any citrus in it, but it tastes pretty good, and it's not a bad way to use up a few Weetbix that are past their use-by date.
Our kitchen scales were out of order, and my guess-work produced a rather crumbly example of the square, but never mind.
I got a few good slices out of it, and I'm sure the crumbly bits will be nice mixed with some natural yoghurt!

Market style

Basket full of goodness from Frankton Markets.

I think I like biking to the Frankton Market on Saturday mornings because I can (kind of) pretend I'm still in Europe.
As a uni student, I used to go to the veggie market in Wellington, but I didn't really understand the magic of markets until I headed overseas.

When I went to St Gaudens (in South-West France) as an English language assistant, I stumbled upon the markets one Thursday morning.  Actually, they spread through the whole town centre, so it would've been hard not to find them.
It became a part of weekly routine for me - like it is for so many French people.  Plus, if you're trying to learn French, you have to talk a lot more at the market than you do at a supermarket.
And, when you can get your fruit and veg at a market like what you see below, why would you want to go inside a supermarket and fight with everyone and their trolleys?  (Plus, there never seemed to be enough checkouts open).

Thursday market in the main square of St-Gaudens, France.

Thursday market in St-Gaudens, France.

I lived so close to the town centre there that I didn't need a bike to get to the markets there.  But if I had, this was my trusty steed.

French vélo.

In La Carolina, my town in the South of Spain, I adopted the same attitude.  Except, I think I took fewer market-related pictures.
Actually, looking through, it seems I took no market-related photos during my whole time in Spain.
Maybe I just market-photoed myself out in France, or perhaps  I was busy with other things.

Dos cervezas, por favor...

Y ponme una tapilla, camarero.

Paella in a pub - the Spanish Sunday roast.

Caseta at feria.

A sweet, sweet paella.

And, since I found them... a few more market pics from various areas of Southern France.

Covered market in Toulouse.

Flea market outside the St Sernin Basilisque in Toulouse.

Markets in the streets of Marseille.

Near the flower market in Nice.

Proof in the pudding

I have discovered something quite useful.

Tonight, after dinner, I decided I needed something sweet and comforting, so I made a microwave self-saucing chocolate pudding.
And it was tasty - if a little bit dry.  Anyway, that's my own fault.

But the real proof of the pudding was in my after-dinner trip to the supermarket.
I looked at the cakes in the bakery... and I didn't want any.
I walked straight past the confectionery aisle.
And those bins by the check-outs, offering three chocolate bars for $3?  Yeah, nah.

Amazing.
Clearly, I should make chocolate self-saucing pudding more often.

Saturday Pastimes

Sunny day     Perfect for riding a retro bike to the Frankton Markets

High five       to whoever got the cyclist/pedestrian underpasses for the Rifle Range Rd (etc) roundabout!

20 bucks       or so for as much fruit and veg as I could fit in my basket and backpack - the silverbeet was sticking out the top on the way home

"Too much"      said a Nawton dude as I biked past with all my bounty.

Clean bathroom   makes me feel happy every time I go in there!

Feature writing   is a necessary evil when you have a 1500-word assignment due on Tuesday but a

sunlit spot      makes it quite bearable.

Kiwi commentators   attempting to pronounce  French rugby players' surnames: good effort, needs more work.

Vegetable paella  turned out not very paella-y at all, especially since I didn't have rice, so used orzo instead.

Home-made smoothie   with banana, coconut, and prunes: not bad at satisfying my sweet tooth when I didn't have chocolate.  But (as to be expected I suppose) the prunes all sunk to the bottom.  :S