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Well I already have jellyfin running in a container, just have to figure out how to get mum's TV to work with it I guess

log in on a local IP and not the network name and it's working again. but I'll be moving to jellyfin from now

I don't think I'd ever heard this version. RIP my good man

The track from this live session that I want to share is Tutira Mai Ngā Iwi, it starts at 14:40 into the session.

A Wild Thyme:

• About 1.5 kg wild Venison mince - best if you have harvested your self or if it is pest control from kiwi conservation area.
• some 2 onions, diced
• 3, 4 or 5 cloves of garlic (maybe more) - If you have access to wild garlic all the better.
• Carrots - yeah about that many looks about right, best harvested from your own garden.
• Bay Laurel leaves - just a couple from in the garden.
• A sprig of wild Thyme - not too much (may require a trip to Gibbston in the Queenstown Lakes).
• Wild kawakawa - a good 4 or 6 leaves. Take one of the kids out to the local state forest park to harvest these.
• Fresh water from an alpine stream (or just the tap).
• Mead, I used Rewarewa mead (honey wine) to add a but of that special flavour.
• 50 odd grams of home made butter, fresh from the cow - or corner store

Sweat off the onions in a good amount of butter - like a french onion soup Brown off the venison mince with butter that you have beaten by hand.
Throw in the carrots (cut to 5mm cubes) and brown them a little.
When carrots have started to brown a little chuck in the garlic - smashed/crushed.
Add some water - yeah that amount will do.
Chuck in the Bay and Thyme leaves (be careful of the wild thyme - this stuff is much stronger than your garden variety
Simmer for an hour or so, what ever...
Add the kawakawa shortly before serving - this is a very aromatic herb that is both fruity and slightly peppery.
Salt and pepper to taste.

Back story:
Each year a group of friends get to gether and have a soup off - each family bring along a big pot of soup and then we have a vote off to find a winner.

This year the above soup came in 4th out of 10. The people that liked it loved it - the kids (yes they get equal votes) mostly didn't like the complex flavours of of the wild thyme and kawakawa--

An introduction to Ren, if you have been under a rock for the last few years.

Check his other stuff out for someone that doesn't fit into any genre - rock, pop, rap, reggae, folk art...
He can do it all with ease

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Don't do that

After the last few days

... Money is a game and the ladder we climb

Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime

I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line

This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on a seashore

But the value of these shells will fall

Due to the laws of supply and demand

No one wants to buy shells 'cause there's loads on the sand

Step 1: you must create a sense of scarcity

Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see Bare with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island stockpile 'em high until they're rarer than a diamond

Step 2: you gotta make the people think that they want 'em

Really want 'em, really fuckin want 'em

Hit 'em like Bronson

Influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment

If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fucking waste man

Three: it's monopoly, invest inside some property, start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly

"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy

Swallow all your morals they're a poor man's quality

Four: expand, expand, expand, clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand

Five: why just shells? Why limit yourself? She sells seashells, sell oil as well!

Six: guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks, sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock

Seven: press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes, Run to be the president of the United States

Eight: big smile mate, big wave that's great Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate

Nine: Polarize the people, controversy is the game

It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name

Ten: the world is yours, step out on a stage to a round of applause

You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore

And you sell seashells on the seashore

Rain, rain, rain, rain

A storm, it comes our way

And those who rise through distorted lies

Poisoning the veins

But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame It's easier to blame

But point the mirror at ourselves We're all part of this old money game