When a German internet entrepreneur can be seriously proposed as a candidate for New Zealander of the Year, our ideas of what constitutes "New Zealandness" are obviously in flux, to say the least.
This point was emphasised recently when I picked up a copy of The Kiwi Colouring Book at a $2 shop. (I was buying it for a friend, you understand.) In this order, pages showed: a puppy in a spaceship, a boy rowing a boat, the Sky Tower, the TSS Earnslaw, a tuatara, a kea and several more unmistakably New Zealand images before running out of steam and defaulting to a wheelbarrow, a goldfish, a bunny rabbit and a butterfly.
Some media, including this one, have recently been agonising over what New Zealandness means. There's a tendency to think icons constitute a culture, but France is not the Eiffel Tower, snails and croissants, and we are not Jandals, pavlovas and Buzzy bloody Bee.
As much as any other factor, being a New Zealander means a sense of connection to a place and the feeling you belong there. It may be the town where your parents were born and that you seldom visit; or the city where you were born and have always lived, or the temporary refugee accommodation, which was the first place you spent the night in your new country.
That sense of belonging also includes a connection to shared experiences - things that mean something to us but next to nothing to anyone else. That's one of the reasons why the anniversary of the Treaty of Waitangi signing is as good a day as any to be our national day. Like the 1981 Springbok tour, the Crewe murders or the Muldoon years, it's a piece of heritage that looms large in our minds. For all its faults and flaws, the Treaty still symbolises a continuing commitment to different cultures working together.