Taken on an economic level, the act of shaving probably occupies thousands of hours in a lifetime. Those are hours that could be productively spent in other occupations, like plucking nasal hairs or scratching on waking.
Saturday, 10 August 2013
Thursday, 1 August 2013
Fingers shouldn't have to learn that much. They have enough to do without having to relearn four or five different keyboard configurations every couple of years. My spellcheckers correct or highlight the errors, but the irritation remains.
Saturday, 27 July 2013
A young woman, trapped in a lusterless reality, finds mystic nature. The conflict is interesting: a medicated existence ensconced in technology versus the spirituality of psychosis. It comes with a nod to Terry Pratchett. Eleven minutes from Evan Viera.
Friday, 26 July 2013
There has always been something African about making do with less. A board game can be made with a couple of stones and a bunch of pits scooped out of the sand. A toy car can be made from wire and tin. A toy ox can be made of clay.
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Saturday, 6 July 2013
Friday, 5 July 2013
An article I just read tells me that potato chips, bread crusts and roast potatoes also cause cancer. You got that right. The substance mentioned as the main culprit is called acrylamide. You play with your life and your medical aid fund if you swallow that stuff.
Friday, 28 June 2013
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Friday, 21 June 2013
I wanted to write something about Gobabis, but it won't come. It makes me sound like a stuck record. It makes me feel depressed. There's always some barracks lawyer in the wings waiting to mess everything up. "No, the group areas act was never a way of getting around the Christian principle of love, or at least acknowledge and respect, your neighbour."
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Even if you can prove that you don't peer through the window when your wife is in the bathroom, it won't endear you to the neighbour who catches you leering through the window when his wife is in the bathroom.
Writer's block, a field and a scarecrow. What could possibly go wrong? 14 minutes from Robin Nevitt.