Berlin, aren’t you pretty?

9 Jan

My friends, artsy pictures here, party pictures on FB later. Consider this a wafer-taste of what is to come.


What Would Kanye Do?

15 Oct

I am currently listening to this song on repeat. It makes me want to do the following things:

1. learn the piano

2. toast to douche bags, assholes, scum bags, and jerk offs at any opportunity I get (including work drinks).

3. Be a gangster, or, at the very least, not white.

4. Swoon. Kanye, you beast.

Bon voyage

12 Oct


I’m migrating to America soon. Imagining something along these lines…

Images from “The Arrival” by Shaun Tan

I measure you in music!

11 Oct

I too was entranced by Eggers’ rant against keeping shit real, and when I stumbled across the above wee gem, I thought it really nutshelled it.

Perhaps a non-sequitur, but to me a similar vein- this weekend I erred most tellingingly, demanding a new pal listen to a favourite song of mine, a rather controverial choice. I instantly rued the move, having flashbacks to this story. And yet, I couldn’t resist. I told him to listen really really carefully to the lyrics. I tapped my finger at certain points, hoping my added emphasis would help him fully appreciate the humour. I explained the ethos behind it, forced my point, smiled knowlingly throughout certain verses, and wrapped up with philospohcial anaysis of why it is so awesome. Yikes.

I guess my saving grace is that most people don’t think Eminem has ever kept shit real, so I was more likely the judgee, not the judger.

“Are you taking any steps to keep shit real?”

8 Oct

The age old adage is undeniable: Haters are gonna hate. But I wish some of them would just read this old Eggers interview (and rant). And maybe get a bit more self-aware. And realise that not only is hating BORING, but that they could be partying with Al Pacino if only they weren’t such nay-saying douchebags.


6 Oct

This time tomorrow, I will be an aunty.

Am aiming for somewhere between the comfort of Auntie Em and the general awesomeness of Aunt Viv.

The reasons I will (not) be drinking

4 Oct

Without sounding like a lush, I just really love alcohol. Since I met and developed a massive crush on a bartender in my youth, I have sipped, savoured and over-indulged in many fine spirits, cheap and not-so-cheap wines and delicious beers. When travelling, it was a personal mission to hunt out the best neighbourhood bars, the cheapest dive bars, the historical literary watering holes. I have sipped Champagne in manicured imperial gardens. I have watched an old lady make me the most dramatic and fantastic martini, before leaving the bar with a walking stick. I have walked and then stumbled between a dozen wineries, never spitting out the samples. Many happy hours of my life have been spent holding up the end of a bar, and most of my treasured memories with friends involve some imbibing. And now our livelihood is partially sourced from the plying of others with liquor – the aforementioned bartender and I own and live above our very own neighbourhood bar.

So it is with some hesitation that I plan to spend October refraining from the drink. And in a display of the universe’s cruelty, the month has begun with a string of killer sunny days. The kind that are best enjoyed with some form of water view, and a sweating glass of beer.

Wish me luck.