hermanus Whale Festival in pictures

No that is not a hurricane, but it is a beautiful shot (even if I do say so myself). This is down at the Old Habour, where we were watching a reggae band perform. the cool thing was that the stage was on the other side of that body of water u see in front of the two police officers.

I took this picture from a restaurant/bar called Shimmis. it had the most beautiful view of the tent area as well of the sea. Clealy my aim was a bit off but im sure think u get the idea Taken from the same place, after a few drinks ..and what do u know...the picture quality was improving with every SoCo n Lime :) I managed yet another shot before i got tired of the flashing light reflecting on the glass windows and into my face.

Ah yes, what would a Sustainable lifestyle Expo at the hermanus Whale Festival be without some new age spirtitual whoosh-whoosh...I never got to asking what Sahaja yoga was though...sounds sore And yes before I could say Maize meal I was signing petitions to have genetically modified food labelled. i must say the guy with the petition wore an interesting jersey, think of a chess board in different shades of blue, but the block were huge...

The marimba band was amazing, loved them!

Don't forget to save

I think u already have an idea of when i am going with this. Yep, it happened again, I spend the whole morning typing my ass off only to have the lights go out without me having saved a single word. And then the person I am working with on this project walks into my office with a huge smile on her face, proudly proclaiming that she had saved all her work just before the lights went out. I on the other hand had not been that wise, so all my work was lost. But she didn't need to know that right? of course not. So I have been typing at the speed of light trying to catch up. it really doesn't help that I was on a bit of a break last week, so I am still in Holiday-mode. It also doesn't help that we are running behind schedule and i have a few days left here before my tree-hugging (conservation to you) duties take me somewhere else.

The prodical roommate departs for greener pastures

Just as I was beginning to warm to the idea of coming home to a mini-Ringo Madlingozi concert and a bit of gospel thrown in there for good measure, the prodical room-mates left me. But she couldn't have chosen a more fitting day to tell me this. You see my medical student roomie is a really really nice girl. She smiles, laughs, listens to my bitching and moaning and of course likes music. It might not be a good thing for her to be listening to Ringo Madlingozi at mid-night but its music nonetheless. In fact I was beginning to warm to the idea of having mini-gospel concerts at not-so-Godly hours of the night but sadly she is leaving me. You see I have been threatening her with the promise of a home-cooked meal since I arrived at the commune. last Sunday, I told her that I would finally cook for her, I mean If Nigella and jamie can do it...Tuesday night arrived and I cooked for my roomie and she loved the food. Then she "suddenly" got an sms with a promise of Greener pastures somewhere in Observatory, and i came back Wednesday morning and medical student roomie was gone. I know what you thinking, and yes i also suspect that she left because of the food. She is probably sitting there in medical student haven (where she not resides) with other medical students and discussing the Medula Oblingata or whatever medical students talk about when they alone. And Im stuck in the chandelier-lit room with a suspicious urge to put on a mini-Ringo concert.

random pictures from my archive

Here I am being a time-waster of note at work. You know how it is, browsing the internet, pretending to be busy while I am actually updating my blog but for work purposes this counts as "RESEARCH",

I will admit to not having an actual archive. I just like the way it sounds. Since my last camera got stolen with my memory card in it, I have had to rely on the pictures I have in my "sent" e-mail box and those I put up on facebook. So since I was going through them anyway, i might as well put them up here just in case something happens to my e-mail address...

Ps: i am extremely bored, so will not be explaining to you where these pictures were taken and why I decided to put them here or why this post is a bit all over the place.

The shape of things to come

In the not too distant future, one Jacob Zuma will be sitting in the Union Buildings running the show. Yes, I have accepted it now. I cannot change it, so I am going to get over it already. But while we wait with bated breath for this eventuality, his court case is continuing in KZN. This means that there are people who are getting ready to go stage a night-virgil (I hope that's how it is spelt) outside the court in solidarity with Jacob. very touching indeed. But some of those people happen to be teachers who are busy with exams. That should be reason enough for them to miss out (just this once) but no, not our Sadtu (teachers union). Instead they are asking for exams to be moved in order for them to attend the night-virgill ...I'm beginning to wonder as to what happens there..what do they get up besides signing Umshini-wam and dancing a little bit? it has to be big if they want EXAMS to be moved so that they can have a day off. maybe I'm sitting here nagging when i shoul be making my way to KZN for a lekker jol outside the court-house...hmmm maybe but highly unlikely So if this court case continues while Zuma is in office, then maybe the court dates will be marked off as special holidays on the calendar...is this really the shape of thing to come? its not looking good for the media, justice system and now the education dept?? what's next?

please stop the music

So my criss-crossing around the Cape has landed me in a commune, somewhere near a train station. I like the place, it's got character. the place is owned by an Indian guy, who lives with his family and shares the rather large house with the rest of us dilinquents. So, there is the smell of insence upstairs, my room has a large chandelier that lights up like a freeking Christmas Tree..like I said lots and lots of charecter in this house. I am sharing my space with a medical student. She is from a place far far away (can't remember the name) and pretty naive about life in the big city but that's a story for another day. Then there are other UCT students roaming around the house, but my hopes for all-night partying were dashed as soon as I met everyone. The only kind of party one can possibly hope for among this crop of future academeic assassins, is one involving a hymm book and a couple of verses from the Bible. You can imagine what it must be like to be a dilinquent in a house full of "serious" students, not fun. Needless to say that I was subjected to a marathon session of gospel music and Ringo Madlingozi on a SUnday night. At first I was like "how bad can this be" and tried to listen, but 3 hours later I was about ready to kill someone. I'm sure Ringo is a nice chap, and his music is beautiful. But at 3am on a Monday morning, the last thing I wanna be hearing is "Dolly" or "ngiyagodola" when I am trying to get my sleep on.