I have a lot of work to do but there is in me a /bounce spirit that makes concentrating harder than removing cooled homemade caramel from a formica tabletop. Remember that winter-sun-drenched feeling of stretching your legs on the rugby/soccer/hockey field, when everything is that Highveld dry golden brown, and every worry seeps into pearls [...]

The only constant thing about me is my online presence. Tomorrow I move house. And I’m not sure where to thereafter >.<
I hate moving, this will be move number 3 in less than a year. Luckily I have almost no possessions* other than our clothes and D’s toys. Wait…I think I own a pastry brush. [...]

I understand how being in pain can warp your spirit. I read about Nacho’s neuralgia years ago and read how it changed him but I have had only a few of experiences of true physical pain*. This dental thing gives me some inkling of why people suffering from chronic pain off themselves. I am so [...]

Other than the odd, differently-geared human being, very few people enjoy going to the dentist. However, some souls like your author, would rather endure  searing, nerve-stripping pain for months (or until the progressively stronger painkillers run out) than visit the very nice dentist who does not deserve such trembling fear*.
I’ve already lost an 8th of [...]

So yesterday’s super emo post’s promise of a post with some intellectual meat to it will not be forthcoming. I am far too lazy and languid. Today I have to speak to no one, do nothing and owe allegiance to only breathing and being spine challengingly horizontal. Perhaps my muse will bitchslap me into action. 
1. Word of the day: [...]

So I saw the Lovely Redheaded Photographer again last night and we had yet another of those talks.  Prompted by what seems to be a newly acquired inability to lie, I had to explain to him where we stood. I had to do this because I told El the Legend that I wanted to see [...]

Oh my soul. For some reason being at the Redhead Photographer’s house brings out the /bounce in me like very little else. It does help that CC is here /grin. Remember Melville?
Listening to Not My Dog and much other loveliness. Just had an epic dinner of steak and one kickass salad. Atkins ftw! Gotta love [...]

I’ve been reading a LOT. And am no longer in possession of the laptop. These two statements are pretty irrevocably interlinked btw. Sigh. Posts will therefore be intermittent in a good week and frankly scarce in a busy one.
While driving to work this morning I was thinking about love & starch (as you do in [...]

Bloody Cassander. If you haven’t read him yet do so now. Right now. It’s like having Eggers or Wallace immediately accessible.
Reading him and those guys is like swimming in syrupy long island iced tea and every somatic cell takes greedy, hiccuping gulps.
I told you I was reading My mistresses’s sparrow is dead. This is one [...]

Well the bloortness is better but I am still quite unbalanced. D’s party was wincingly awkward. Hopefully by next year his dad is less bitter and my organisational skills in working order. At least the little man enjoyed it. Gosh, he’s becoming more and more of a person and it is awesome to watch.
The Oriental [...]