and now you know.
What’s a laggard?
and now you know.
What’s a laggard?
Last Thursday, Rei and I had Theo, Kath and Richard over for dinner. It was super awesome because Theo was down and not working / shacked up with a boyfriend (so we never see her) for once. Theo spends most of her time at St Andrew’s in Scotland or in her native Greece, so it was an occasion to celebrate. Then someone discovered the fish-eye lens and that was the end of that.
better late than never.
Lots of fun was had by all. The End.
being a massive fan of taking photos (note how I don’t use the word photography, I’m anything but a photographer) I came across this awesome project called the Disposable Memory Project. in their words:
they have some amazing shots in their collection. i really love this because i have a few old disposables and undeveloped rolls of film lying around my apartment (and even one in my bag) which I have yet to develop, and I have no idea what’s on them – how exciting, digital does not compare. i’ll get at least one developed this week. anyway you can totally get involved yourself. here’s how.
Hey y’ulle. Hope y’all are revelling in your public holiday. And revelling in the fact that there’s another one on friday. Such happy times. So i just want to touch base with all my readers about how everyone feels about elections. I, personally, am pretty happy with the results. I think the DA got a fair majority in the Western Cape (let’s face it, most ppl here just ain’t that into you, ANC), and ANC didn’t get some power-mad 2/3 majority so it’s all gonna be fine.
I also had this epiphany while chatting to my boyfriend. My boyfriend loves Kung Fu Panda, and we were contemplating renting it a 37th time for him to watch while I write, when a srsly deep thought struck me. You know how in Kung Fu Panda, there’s this elite force of trained Kung Fu warriors, all hoping to be the Dragon Warrior, and all of them totally qualified to be the Dragon Warrior? Except the wise turtle dude knows that none of these super efficient smart animals are supposed to be the dragon warrior, and names an inept, bumbling ol’ fat panda to be the Dragon Warrior. And then everyone flips out because he’s obviously underqualified to be some super Dragon Warrior dude – but that’s the whole point. Some times it’s the most unlikely person who’s fate is to be the Dragon Warrior, and you just have to accept that even a fat bumbling Panda can be trusted with the great secret hidden within the Dragon Scroll, which will enable him to do the right thing at the right time that makes everything okay.
And that’s all I wanted to share with y’all. He Who Shall Not Be Named shall henceforth be known on this blog as Kung Fu Panda. And I believe in him, because I believe in the universe working for the greater good. Peace y’ulle.
i wish life was crazy, crazy, crazy.
I wish life was mad.
I wish life was about preparing oneself to dance.
Getting up in the morning would be easy if all you had to do was float on amidst cute little crocodiles and hot friends.
Life is nothing like that, but at least i have something crazy, mad and floaty to aspire to. At least I have purpose. Thank you Lacoste. See the full site here.
If you live or work in town you must have driven past this billboard at least once.
What do y’all think? My friend Lauren wrote this article over on her blog which sums up exactly how I feel about it. Ew. Gives me shivers every time I look at it.
UPDATE: Looks like Lauren and I aren’t the only ones with shivers. Chris Roper also doesn’t dig it.
I am a white South African.
This makes it my duty to a) complain and
b) complain about whatever’s done in response to my complaints.
I have a blog, and a twitter page, and a small audience. I am an ‘influencer’.
So I feel the need to influence, but also, to point out how refined,
educated and intellectuarllll I am.
I am a white South African and even though I,
like most educated people in this country,
am petrified of He Who Shall Not Be Named becoming President,
I’m not going to go right out and say it because that would not be very
politically correct, progressive or liberal.
(also it would be laaaaank obvious bro, need to ‘be special’).
Instead I will complain about ‘government’ as an homogeneous mass
and focus my complaints on white people in government
so my white friends understand just how liberal and progressive I am.
I am a white South African,
Maintaining my positioning as liberal is highly NB,
because my white friends believe that if you are not liberal, you are racist –
and there are no grey areas in between.
My educated black friends LOL at me behind my back,
but mostly they pity me and my suppressed fear,
and send me digital snaps from London, where they have moved,
which I complain about,
because if black people are moving overseas,
then things must be bad.
I am a white South African, and
I am paranoid about coming across as racist
because we have the sins of our “fathers” forced on us
all the time by our scapegoat-loving government and its
even though most of our fathers were actually against Apartheid,
but they had as much choice then
as we do now when it comes to policy (ie. No choice)
but you can bet your lobola
that I’m going to complain about it.
I am a white South African
(and proudly so)
and I’m going to complain
and through my interlektuarll complaining
I’m going to be superior to my fellow men
(who will complain about my complaints because they are as scared as me)
but I’m going to complain with pride
because I am a South African
And this is my home
and I don’t want to leave this country to complain somewhere else
I want to feel safe when I complain down the streets
and I want my children to feel safe about complaining while they play
I want women to feel that they can complain without suffering abuse
I am a white South African
even though South Africa’s a political mess
I’m going to stay and fight for my right to complain in the country of my birth.
I shall complain about the beaches
I shall complain about the landing grounds
I shall complain about the fields and the streets
I shall complain about the hills
and I shall never surrender
Hey y’ulle. happy easter. hope you used it to commune with the lord our god and father of the almighty isrealites of jordan amen. i sure did. praise him!
NEwayz, am sure y’ulle heard about the fire at the Vortex. y’ulle ready?
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
HA HA HA HA.
Question: How many hippies does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Answer: They don’t screw in lightbulbs, they screw in VWs.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. Just one more:
Question: Why are hippies like bears?
Answer: They both hug, eat honey and shit in the woods.
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.