Nov 30 2016

Words for 2016

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Cartoon by the inimitable Leunig, as found here.

 It’s riotous, really, that I have no words for things “riotous” right now as the season of merriment approaches. Sitting here at end of November in 2016 they seem too exuberant, too active and energetic, too damn happy. Right now needs dark, dense, stolid words. Words that sit on dank rocks in dark pools and brood. Words that refuse to leap or even twitch. Words that are hunkering down and waiting. Words that are grumpy and garrumphing. Words that wait for flies to come to them to be grudgingly licked up and swallowed without joy. Fat, sludgy words that blink slowly and watch you slink by, trying to avoid disturbing them as you search for better days.


Oct 20 2016

Changing your (career) view.

2016-10-11-12-25-41A friend recently asked for my views on whether to look for a new job or take the plunge into working for herself given some changing dynamics in the business she’s in and it was a fascinating thing to watch myself with. My initial reaction was to avoid the question for a few days – my own decision was made so unexpectedly and almost entirely based on intuition that I’m not sure I’m qualified to help someone make it thoughtfully!

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Sep 30 2016

Finding your way

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I have spent a significant portion of my life feeling lost. Not metaphysically, you understand, I mean actually, physically, geographically and spatially lost. I have no natural sense of direction. I cannot – unlike a certain barefoot husband I know –  stand in a place and point out north confidently. I cannot tether places together in my minds’ eye or zoom out in my imagination and see how it all fits together. I cannot remember how streets meet up and which direction they’re going in. I can’t easily find my way to somewhere I’ve been, or “simply” backtrack a route I followed earlier to get somewhere. I can’t even, when I come out of a shop in a mall, remember which way I’ve come from and where I’m going to! I will always pick the wrong one and then, eventually, see a shop I’ve been in and realise that I’m going the wrong way. I really do have zero, potentially even negative, sense of direction.

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Jun 25 2016

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

It’s Saturday 25th June 2016, a post-Brexit world, and it’s all pretty scary.

But what infuriates me most is that this:

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“…obviously the facts are coming in now…” – An Exit voter saying she would change her mind the morning after the vote.

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May 31 2016

The future is so…

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This past weekend a beautiful friend of mine lost her mother to cancer. She was performing on a famous stage in London at the time, and the Saturday morning papers brought showers of praise to both the show and to her wonderful words, but back here in SA her mom was dying. Continue reading