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.

the new paparazzi for non-celebrities

Now that everyone and their mommy's friend has a camera phone, there is nowhere for us to hide. I will admit to having a good laugh when I page through pictures of celebrities caught in uncompromising situations in Cosmopolitan and Heat magazine, but that's to be expected...they are celebs afterall. So why the hell do people who classify themselves as "friends" get off on taking really unflaterring pics of each other and posting them on the internet. Surely a picture of a drunk student puking in a parking-lot is not as valuable as one of Britney Spears doing the same thing? I find this trend ugly and disturbing. One of the conclusions i have come up with is that it's all in the name of fun, but at the expense of someones dignity?... Another conclusion is that people will go out of their way to embarass you just because they feel like it... Whatever happened to the days when you can just get wasted with a bunch of friends and not worry about it making an appearance on "facebook", life was so much easier when all that mattered was your parents not finding out. now u can walk into a coffee shop and have the guy behind the counter remember you as "that chick" in that "video". So I now think that i should release that music video afterall, so people can pay for my ugly pictures...and maybe just maybe, i will be able to understand what drives people to such cheerful cruelty, but then again I might be rich and famous and might not actually care.

Missed my big break...

So there I was at the Eco-Expo dwelling in the army tent for two whole days, all in the interest of networking with the tree-huggers and their children and whomever else stumbled into the Overberg Eco-Expo. I will admit that after spending the whole Friday on my feet surrounded by noisy kids who descended on our stall, I will be rather content if I never saw another primary school kid in my whole entire life...how primary school teachers endure this torture is beyong me. Anyway so Friday came and went and I was tired, because lazy people like me are not meant to spend a Friday standing around a stall and smilling, being polite and informative...I would much rather have been lazing around the beach with a drink in hand. While I was in the army tent and walking around to see what other people's stalls looked like, (side thought: don't you hate it when someone upstages u with their wonderful eco-friendly stall?) There were talks going on in the main hall. As I was later to find out, there were two particular people there whose talks I missed and I had no idea who they were until after the expo was finished. Dr Guy Midgley and Dr Philip Llyod were in a team of scientists and global warming experts who shared the 2007 Nobel Peace Price with that shine-stealing Al Gore (of inconvinient truth fame). So I had two Nobel Peace price winners right under my nose who I could have interviewed and sold that story off to make myself big bucks and hopefully get that job at Aljazeera :) But Alas, i was sitting in the army tent, nearly getting blown off by the wind and stuffing my face with pancakes and hotdogs while the Nobel Price winners were wondering where that potential super journalist lurking around the bundus was hiding...ok so maybe they weren't really thinking that, but they could have...

oh and then I saw the rainbow

Of course I had to blog about it. Was driving around the bundus, when the rain stopped and there it was. Quickly grabbed my camera and snapped up this beatiful pic of the rainbow straching accross the sea. Nature is...