Events this week have seemed more than usually random and chaotic - to the point where many people lost track of which side was using which conspiracy to divert whom from what.
First the right tried to divert us from Simon Bridges' ineptitude by dumping on Len Brown, but in doing so they also distracted us from trouble at kohanga reo, which really only mattered until John Banks managed to smother himself in ignominy yet again, challenging those with already stretched attention spans until ... oh look, a Booker Prize.
It was a week in which the brilliant singer and writer Lorde (see disclosure) came home trailing clouds of glory after a barnstorming few weeks captivating the world media, and the brilliant writer Eleanor Catton won the Man Booker Prize.
Both successes put a smile on people's faces and they started using the word "we" a lot: "We" won our second Booker Prize and "we" showed we can make music that will be heard around the world. This was especially gratifying coming so soon after "we" lost the America's Cup.
It's quite legitimate to feel a share in Catton and Lorde's successes. This country made them. And their example should remind parents terrified of their artistic children that although, yes, not everyone can get a No1 record or write an award-winning novel, only people who attempt it will do so.