knowing that a baby marrow is a fruit is knowledge. not putting it in your fruit salad is wisdom.

It was 6:10 on a friday night. I was waiting for the train at obs station. I saw a familiar face walk my way. "hello" they said as they walked by, "hello, how are you" I replied? "Good thanks" they said as they continued past. They returned for conversation a few minutes later and they over the years had turned into a she, who I didn't recognise. However the old her, the one I'm more familiar with raised her ugly head every now and then throughout conversation.

5 years ago I had labelled her with "wouldn't amount to very much". She's a lecturer now, studied at UCT and has a baby. She assures me that the baby's father and her, whilst madly in love won't be getting married- she proudly announces she's a commitment phobe. I assured her this can't be the case because she's given birth to another human being and has committed herself to its life. Surely? "Don't get my wrong, I'm a fantastic mom but sometimes the kid just really annoys me."

The conversation moved swiftly onto me. Grand. "Oh I never thought you'd go the computers route". "I didn't" I replied, "I write for the internet"."What about a boyfriend?" My most hated question. There's a point where I often just shut down in conversations. It's where wrongfully I have made an assumption about a person and could no longer be bothered to speak to them as its a waste of the precious air I breath. That point was now as she proceeded to explain to me why I'm not in a relationship, or rather deduce from her infinate wisdom the reason for my bridget jones-esqueness.

Anything she had to say after that was a blur.

Quote from a letter from Tzarina to tzar nicholas before they were both executed.
"I love you. In these three words is my life."

what i've seen lately

amazing!

All this rain is doing wonders for my sugarsnaps, carrots and basil. lovely! grow my babies, grow! Few man made things leave me in as much awe as things from God's own hands.

Die Heuwels

Aaaah. Afrikaans and I are not friends. My afrikaans extends as far as the preposition song that you learn in high school ("en maar dog want en maar dog want of of of nog nog nog soweel as trouens soweel as trouens inteendeel"). Sunday lunch at my best friends house (which is a predominantly afrikaans household) just wouldn't be complete without her mum asking me to say something in afrikaans at the table. This soutie provides the entertainment. However, since being introduced to Die Heuwels Fantasties, i can now be caught singing afrikaans most of the time. i hum it at my desk. I sing it in the car.

some snaps from my first time i heard them. Thanks Lauren, Kyle, Damien and John







Here are some songs, Leja (dis my gunstelling)although the video is a bit random.

football fever

From now on if someone annoys me, I shall refer to them as "suarez".anti- saurez blogs are being written all over the world condemning this man. Hollywood parents are signing their children up for his acting classes. Crime syndicates all across South Africa are spreading his photo as we speak.

Never thought I'd say this, but at this rate I shall soon be denied access into countries for being a violent supporter.

in my mind it sounds like.

allowing talent to go to waste feels like throwing away a perfectly good caserole that's just come out the oven.

"music must never offend the ear; it must please the hearer; in other words, it must never cease to be music"- Mozart