Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The secret in their eyes

Started a new tradition this year with my friend, Rabbit. Going to see a movie on New Years day. Watched "the secret in their eyes." wowser! Its a Spanish film set in Argentina and i LOVE films with sub-titles, always tend to get more inlolved. They pull you in without you realising.

Its directed by Juan Jose Campanella and is filled with little twists and turns all the way through. It was released in 2009, so its a bit of a shame that we only got to see it at Nouveau now, especially after it won an Oscar for best foreign language film last year. Its a crafty little film with small details popping out everywhere. Underlying themes and subjects quietly move throughout the movie and leave you feeling as though you've been let in on a secret.

Take a gander:

reading list

my reading list for 2011, carefully watched by my book gaurdians, Fred and Perdisha.

In no particular order:

Snow falling on cedars - Doug Guterson
Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts
The boy in the striped pajamas - Johne Boyne
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley
The good the bad the ugly - Joe Millard
Captain Corelli's Mandalin - Louis de Bernieres
Half truths and white lies - Jane Davis
The elephant whisperer - Lawrence Anthony
A tale of two cities - Dickens
Vintage Jesus - Mark Driscol and Gerry Breshears
The swan thieves - Elizabeth Kostova
How the hangman lost his heart - KM Grant
The lost diaries of Adrian Mole 1999-2001 - Sue Townsend

Now, I've actually already started reading half these books. I start one but then get so excited to start another that I am now currently reading 5 books at once. it's a problem of mammoth proportions.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

i'm tired

i'm awfully tired

haven't had a break

stop talking to me

falling out of society

woe is me

i'm awfully tired

Monday, January 3, 2011

Dear Rae

I fell in love with this ring and magically Santa put it in my Christmas stocking. Dear Rae makes phenomenal stuff. Check it out here

dry and barren land

went for a drive through the country, as one does, and came across this little girl in Riebeek Kasteel.

I showed her the photo of herself afterwards. She was astounded and kept shouting "dis ek, dis ek!"