Thursday, March 10, 2011
For a moment I was confused. My daughter is generally quite a sharp little girl and her grasp of language is relatively advanced. So why would she come to this conclusion I wondered?
Upon further questioning she informed me that I used the word a lot when I am angry, and she is quite right.
I am not a surfer. I never was. I do not use surfer jargon as a general rule. Using the word 'sick' as a totally awesome compliment is beyond me.
However the word dude, pronounced [dooo -ooohd], usually with varying degrees of frustration or disbelief has crept into my vocabulary. I have noticed that I use it a lot when driving. I drive a lot with small children. And so instead of loosing my temper and yelling "Use your f***ing indicator before you blatantly push in front of me in traffic you f***ing w**ker or I swear to G*d I'll come over there and f**k you up" I simply shake my head and say: "Du'de" with a disbelieving smirk on my face.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I also stay out of racist rhetoric. Generally. I am very alert to the colour of my skin and the perceived slant this would give any of my arguments. Customarily. I also just couldn't be
I also need to avoid newspapers for my own sanity.
But then every now and again I run up against something that I just have to respond to.
Even so, it has taken months to get around to it.
A local 'news'paper recently published an opinion column titled Still on the apartheid treadmill. Which, I admit, is a rather witty heading given the content. And this is where, for me, the problem lies.
The author tells the story of how his 12 year old son has been traumatised by the 'racist behaviour' of staff at his local gym. From what I can gather his son is under-age for use of the machines at the franchise. And he has been repeatedly asked to get off of the equipment by attendants. According to daddy the white kids, also under age, using gym equipment have not been harassed in this manner. Not once mind you, but six times, has this father placed his son in a position where this was a highly likely outcome.
And he still complains that he is struggling to "convince" his son to go to gym with him!
Is it just me or is this guy trying to foster another Angry Black Man?
C'mon man, the 12 year old has figured it out - he is NOT ALLOWED ON THE EQUIPMENT! Why keep using him to convince yourself that all white people think less of black people? (Yes, I know some do. I am probably related to a few of them) Why not stop fighting for the cause just for one Saturday morning and take him hiking up skeleton gorge. Just the two of you, mano y mano.
Please. Before it's too late and your anger either drives him away, or worse yet, infuses his soul.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
For the Grrrlz and me. Yip. Again.
I have registered at the Centre for Creative Education to complete my Kindergarten teacher qualification.
As much as part of me would like to stay at home growing vegetables, baking bread and knitting by the fireside, there is a growing acceptance that I need to be able to accept financial responsibility for myself.
And this is what I do best. And love doing. And I still get to knit!
I feel truly blessed to be in this class. Most of the women doing the course are from the townships around Cape Town. Some working at Waldorf schools, but mostly employed in Educares in the townships. It is wonderful to be surrounded by these strong and love filled women who have made it their mission to bring joy into the lives of children.
Now I just need to improve my isiXhosa by 100% and all will be well.
Today I rediscovered LibraryThing. What fun to be able to see what everyone is reading! Now if I could just figure out how to add the widget to my bog the whole world could at last see what I have been reading. I know you are all waiting with your faces turning blue for this valuable piece of information.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Which is why I behave like a guerrilla gardener in our home. Constantly sneaking useful plants into the garden, housed in pots usually. And then protecting them for the rest of their lives. One of my favourites is Adam, yes, an adam fig.
He was a scraggly, half dead, sorry sight when I discovered him languishing in his grow-bag. I transplanted him, fed him some compost and worm tea and he has thrived. I just wish he would repay all my love and attention with a fig!
Monday, January 24, 2011
I think that every post deserves a picture that captures the moment (blogging 101, by Me)
How can I capture the beauty and joy of greeting the Sunday sun on Muizenberg beach without a photo of the grrrlz fascinated by sea snails in the surf, or the moon setting behind the mountains. I would be less inclined to share a photo of the dead seal half buried by kelp washed ashore.
It's difficult enough to capture the delicious aromas of sublime pastries and wonderful coffee to be had at Knead on the beach front, but without a photograph of the fabulous over-the-top Art Deco architecture that surrounds it is tricky to convey the charisma of this bustling bakery which shares a space with the Roxy surf shop - of course now the girls and I want to take surfing lessons!
It truly was a magical morning that made their original request to watch the Sunday cartoons fade to echoes of nothingness.
We closed the day with one of my rare visits to Church - now there's subject matter for a post or 65 - where for some reason they have taken to allowing unconfirmed 'minors' to take communion. This was an interesting enough experience, but I found myself choking on giggles at almost telling T1 to chew 'the body of Christ' with her mouth closed... I really must ask the minister if Methodists have something against wholegrain bread for communion.
Right, I am exhausted and babbling - but wanted to maintain momentum. And show off the fact that I have figured out how to insert hyperlinks.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
This is only somewhat funny.
I have missed a whole three days away from The Machine only to come back to it to see that I have a whole day's worth of reading to do do catch up on the lives of people I have never met and had never even heard of before I started following their blogs. Isn't that sanctioned stalking?
I have also become twitchy and grumpy at not having shared my super fun two days of actually living life with all and sundry.
Well actually not. I do know it's only the two of you reading this...
I will write about my days in The Real World later.
Now I will go and collect my Real daughter from her first day at school.
This responsible act will somehow convince me that I do not have a problem.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
A new year has dawned, well it dawned a few days ago. Now it’s probably having breakfast, or rather that first delicious cup of coffee of the day…