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There's something particularly pleasing about an entirely self-indulgent holiday you really can't afford and are damned well taking anyway. Bartholomeu's Klip is a luxury farmhouse guest lodge thingy, where they charge you rather a lot for incredible amounts of superlative food, accommodation, game drives, and generally beautiful surroundings in ( Read more... )

Among the myriad ills my particular flesh is heir to, alongside dodgy knees, dodgy sinuses, stress-eczema, "really terrible breasts" and fatigue-with-glandular-wossname, is the lurking existence of moles. I have millyuns of moles. Seriously, I've never actually counted, but when the nice dermatologist lady mapped them last year there must have been ( Read more... )

I have discovered Chrome! It pains me to abandon Firefox, which has served me well for many years and whose cute logo and continued ability to not be IE I shall miss, but it was rapidly succumbing to the more noxious kind of bloat. Chrome is a new, fresh country in which clicking on a browser icon causes this useful contraption to load instantly ( Read more... )

I am not, alas, of the cellphone generation. My phone is not a prosthetic limb, it's an occasionally useful communication device on which I probably receive more spam/sales calls than social ones. I am capable of, as I did this weekend, turning it off for a meeting on Friday morning, and suddenly and vaguely recollecting its existence on Sunday ( Read more... )

I am home! words cannot express my joy. Kindly imagine me hobbling around in a pained but ecstatic circle dance, with gestures of relief and freedom. I have Earl Grey, I have a real computer with proper screen and keyboard, I have my kitties sitting off in the middle distance looking bored and unimpressed, which is their traditional response to me ( Read more... )

... on account of how the four-day weekend seems to have shut down every last facsimile of brain in my skull, leaving me just enough to read, play computer games, drink and cook huge meals (roast chikkin and a multitude of veg. for the jo&stv, also muchly booze and hilarity), but precious little in the way of coherent sentence formation. Instead, ( Read more... )

Gosh, the English language has some good words for light. Apart from luminous: lambent, effulgent, lucid, burnished. This is fortunate, since they become necessary at times in this city. The sun set this evening over a city which had spent the afternoon tucked under a low-lying softness of clouds, which refracted the sunset light into the most ( Read more... )

Cape Town is still vascillating about all this spring/summer nonsense. Yesterday was muted and misty, with beautiful clouds.


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1. The Zombie Apocalypse Wall Decoration on boingboing this morning made me go "Cool!", suggesting I am a sad geek for whom there is no hope. I don't even like zombies.
2. Loot seems to think, based on my previous buying habits (my ginormous and unrepentant buying habits, that is), that I'm likely to buy a CD entitled "100 Best Club Anthems". Their sales ( Read more... )