Today was a difficult day. Although I ask myself why so, I cannot even remotely come up with an answer. After a great, long night's sleep I found it challenging to get up, to generate any excitement whatsoever about the day. And what a beautiful day it started out as....
I so missed taking the initiative that comes with the dawn, and from then on consistently lost the battle of my mind.
Most of today was spent lying reading the captivating 'Around Africa on my Bicycle', sleeping, or moping next to two ecstatic (not that it was obvious) cats. Not on, it is Tuesday not Sunday after all.
I'm on a long flight northwards at the end of the first week of December, which means I've got a lot to do before then. I don't feel that, right now, I'm able to afford days like today. But in the same breath, somehow everything always works out.
While today I'm not 100% sure I'm exactly where I should be right now, there's no doubt whatsoever in my mind that I have been utterly true to myself and to my life journey...and if I'm not yet where I should be, I'm at least definitely on the right path. And that I have a lot less obstacles in my way of getting there than most.
It's raining.
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a writer's notebook: "write a little every day, without hope, without despair" - isak dinesen
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Late night storm
Thunder reverberating off Imemeza (Siswati for 'place of shouting'), the mountain behind the house, and fresh air from the storm gusting in through the open windows as I turn off the light.
I'm reading two travel books concurrently; I started Riaan Manser's 'Around Africa on my bicycle' yesterday then, tonight, remembered that I had crazy Irish woman and cyclist, Dervla Murphy's 'South from the Limpopo', unread on my bookshelf.
I'm loving them....
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I'm reading two travel books concurrently; I started Riaan Manser's 'Around Africa on my bicycle' yesterday then, tonight, remembered that I had crazy Irish woman and cyclist, Dervla Murphy's 'South from the Limpopo', unread on my bookshelf.
I'm loving them....
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Saturday, November 06, 2010
Beautiful day
It's a beautiful day. I'm well rested after lingering in bed between in the half light space between dozing off and reading until about 13h00. Then a slow, cool shower spent wondering what to do next.
Dressed, relaxed and rested I'm ambling slowly down the Schoemanskloof road towards, probably, Nelspruit.
It's a scorcher of a day, but fresh and bright after last night's rain.
I'm listening to Richard Moambo's sounds of Africa show on SAfm - music from all over the continent. It's good.
I'll take off at any road that catches my fancy... yes, fancy-free I am.
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Dressed, relaxed and rested I'm ambling slowly down the Schoemanskloof road towards, probably, Nelspruit.
It's a scorcher of a day, but fresh and bright after last night's rain.
I'm listening to Richard Moambo's sounds of Africa show on SAfm - music from all over the continent. It's good.
I'll take off at any road that catches my fancy... yes, fancy-free I am.
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Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Speaking to Wikileaks' Julian Assange
Talking live on Skype - at the Power Reporting conference in Johannesburg - to Wikileaks' founder Julian Assange about the protection of sources, as well as about the Iraq war 'leaks'.
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CAR at Power reporting
I've just walked into my second computer assisted reporting session, which is all about using Excel for investigative journalism...and it's blowing my mind.
I had absolutely no idea whatsoever of the possibilities inherent in mining data for stories.
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I had absolutely no idea whatsoever of the possibilities inherent in mining data for stories.
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