An incredible South African had a feature devoted to him in The New York Times two days ago. And this time it wasn’t about politics, our Minister of Health, lions eating people or the planning for the World Cup being “behind schedule”.
Oscar Pistorius. The guy must surely be an inspiration to every one of us.
Read it now: An Amputee Sprinter: Is He Disabled or Too-Abled?
Forward it on. Tell your friends.
“Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know… Higher now than ever before, I know we can make it if we take it slow” – When you were young, The Killers
I’ve had lots to say but not that much time to say it in the past three months… but instead of trying to tell all the funny/sad/boring/ridiculous stories, I thought I’d rather do some kind of stock take. This will (hopefully), at the very least, be kind of interesting and (here’s hoping) it’ll give me a kick in the ass to do/start certain things. (more…)
It’s almost time to bugger off and head to festival.
I won’t lie, I’ve been waiting for the 27th for about the past two months - like a kid waiting for school holidays… It’s a great feeling. The templates are done. My desk is tidy (two neat piles of paper), hell - I’ve even deleted most of the kak shortcuts on my desktop. Tonight will mean packing and then the early start tomorrow.
This past weekend was crazy. I suppose you could even go as far as calling it insane. So many things went down, a lot of them probably won’t be retold (ever).
Just when I was bitching about how boring and routine life gets in Joburg, I have an awesome weekend. The main reason for the change in routine was Bel’s visit (she’s up here for a few days before flying back to the backwater farm that is Durban Airport).
What a cool weekend. Friday marked the return to the Bowling Club (after a lengthy absence). Very cool to watch Cote d’Ivoire trying to beat those damn dirty Dutch (how many ankles did they try to break during the game?). After that was missions to Nandos somewhere close to my work (I can never remember that area’s name). Melville followed.
So, the predictions El made last year some time have come true.
In chatting about this year during September 2005 (back then it was ‘next’) we tried to figure out what life would be like living and working in Joburg.
El joked about how when we both had decent jobs, we’d spend the majority of our free time (on weekends) in malls and shopping centres.
He also said that we’d spend (waste?) most of our cash on new clothes, books and eating out. I dismissed these ideas: “No ways man – we’ll find cool stuff to do”.
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