On Birthdays and Largesse 3
Today is exactly one month until my birthday. I will be turning… let’s say… 25.
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On Heat and Water 8
You’ll have to excuse me. It’s been a tough couple of weeks. Besides battling complications and confusion resulting from events at various venues, attending interesting seminars that somehow drain the blood right out of me, and, you know, fighting crime ‘n stuff; our apartment has not had hot water for more than two weeks now.
On Glassy eyes and Germs. 3
The woman enters, business-suited and brisk. She has that air of estate-agentiness about her, especially around her hair. She strides past the small child playing with a matchbox car* on the tiled floor, towards the pastel houswife, packing her pastel belongings pastellinely in her pastel home. A single non-pastel cardboard box** indicates that this is a moving day. The estate-agent lady barks her greeting: “welcome to your new clean home”.
On Breaks and Voting 2
So, yay then. What with pesach and easter and voting and a particularly vicious case of not-flu*, I’ve been away for a fair bit, no? And it’s really hard to get back into the swing of things post-wise. I lack discipline**.
On Rest and Quiet 0
Apr7
The blog will be going quite this week and next as 1) I have a lot of work to get done before 2) I go on leave. I’ll be back by Friday the 17th though and hopefully I’ll be able to post something about the exciting events of the preceding week. Until then, you can follow my updates on twitter (see the “about” section). And feel free to suggest blog topics 
till then,
Bet.
On Emails and Pique. 5
I’m having one of those busy weeks. Never mind that I’m feeling everso drained by this Indian summer, I’ve been running around rather busily, yet never getting that satisfying feeling of having accomplished anything. because hours of my time this week were spent upon mailing out the email newsletter I had so painstakingly constructed. To more than a thousand contacts. Which sucked.
On Calls and Stalking. 6
I was going to write a post about Kanye West and his vocoder abuse, but a) something else came up and b) really, as annoying as the present trend for vocoderising vocals is, it’ll keep. it doesn’t appear to be going anywhere*. Okay so here’s the bugbear currently chewing a hole in my anus region: telemarketers.
On Drinks and Curry 2
Yesterday afternoon my phone rang, and who should it be but New York Cousin. She’s been living there with her husband and 2 kids for around eight years now, and comes down every year for a few weeks to see family and friends, and enjoy all that Cape Town has to offer. Unusually, we hadn’t had much of a chance to see each other this visit, and she suggested we get together for dinner as they’re leaving today. It was, as they say, on*.
On Wangs and Cardigans. 3
I woke up this morning with a cracking migraine. Rising up out of a dream about Andrew McCarthy and Fluffy-permed highschool girls*, the edges of my consequences gingerly tiptoed out of dreamland to be assaulted by that needle-in-the-brain sensation I know so well. I tried to sink back into my dream (however would they escape the situation with the giant volcano swimming pool?), but the ache, I’m afraid, was more insistent.
And so, today, My head hurts and I’m on drugs. So my post today will be a collected edition of ramblings and random thoughts as they pass through my aching noggin.
On Work and Working. 4
I’m having one of those days where I do not feel in any way inclined to work. I have those days a lot lately, partly because I keep staying up past midnight to crochet things*, partly because I’m just not feeling excited or inspired at work. I doesn’t help much that I get so irritated by what my coworkers seem to think my job description consists of.
