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I managed to convince an online music mag in Cape Town that it would be a good idea for me to write reviews for them, every once in a while. Please follow the link, read and lemme know what you think... http://www.speakerbox.co.za/content/feature.aspx?id=282

Bittersweet weekend...

You know what? Sometimes life happens when you are busy making plans, i think some smart person already coined a phrase like that so i can't claim it as my own. But i really understood it's meaning this past week. I went back to Pretoria to go graduate (yay!) so now i fit everyone's description of a journalism graduate and I have the happy snaps in that hot robe and funny cap to prove it. Somebody please explain to me why we still need to wear that hideous regalia for graduation? We all look rediculous in them anyway and what is the point of spending money on a dress if it is to be hidden underneath a hot, ill-fitting gown? Anyway we had Dr Mohau Pheko giving a speech while we baked in those hot gowns some more. i have never really been a fan of this woman as I found the column she wrote in the Sunday Times (SA version) rather uninspiring. Or maybe what she was writing about went over my head since I was "too young" to understand. Whatever it is. I liked her that day. She gave an inspiring speech about how we shouldn't be graduate who have nothing to invent better than CVs. So all the engineers must bloody well invent something and the same with the journos, the IT and the rest of the people who were seated there. Even my dad was impressed because he kept asking me to get the speech for her. I still do not understand how he expects me to perform this feat. After that came four days of friends, family, Southern Comfort, long Island Iced Teas and Mojitoes. All the things that make me feel like I was crazy to leave sunny PTA for the gloomy Cape Town to go be a tree-hugging writer (of sorts). Then Sunday came. Someone felt it their duty to sms me at 2am, telling me that my childhood friend passed away. I do not think that was the best way to hear the news, But hey, who am i to stand in the way of someone who wanted to be the "first" to break the news to me. So now, a few days later, after all my excitement of going home. I came back sadder that ever. You know, life just happened while I was busy making plans....

*&^% the excel spreadsheet

I mean didn't old Bill Gates say Microsoft was supposed to make our life easier? Buy the Windows 2000 and whatever and you're on you way to typing excellence. No more worrying and fiddling with Tables, Excel is here for u. Wasn't that the whole point of calling the package "wondows"?

I hate Excel. I think I hate it more because our Mrs Coetzee there at the journo dept. thought it would be useful for her proteges to learn Microsoft Access instead (which I hated more). She said something about running queries and what-not.

What happened to the days of journalists only needing a typewriter, some hard facts and a cup of strong coffee (maybe with a dash of kahlua). I mean, I have a nice little database here and now I have been struggling to copy and paste an address because it keeps disappearing to the top of the page and there is a funny code next to it like "G169"... what the hell is this "G169" and why does Excell think it's a good idea to make codes that i did not put in? I find that a little arrogant, the nerve of Microsoft Excell ! (you will notice that at this point Microsoft Axcell has taken on a more human face for me to be able to vent properly)

I wana sue someone