I still really, really miss Steven Malcolm Anderson. Every once in a great while someone comes along who always gets it, without any need for me to explain anything.

Steven was that and more.

Not long after he died, I had a very strange dream directing me to investigate the hitherto-unknown (to me) phenomenon of Maori culture, and I wrote a post about it. Two favorite commenters advised me to see the film "Once Were Warriors," which I rented, and sure enough, it was a great film.

Never had a chance to write a review, but there are a lot of things I never have the "chance" to write about.

Now I see that the director (a New Zealander of Maori descent) has been arrested in Los Angeles. On January 8. (I was in Nassau at the time; why it took so long for the story to appear I don't know.)

It's a shame, and every time I read about talented people getting busted for basically nothing I get annoyed.

Like I say, I still miss Steven.

(The lesson, if any, is that you don't know what you have till you lose it. Small comfort that is.)