Day 133 – One from last night

Old news here now, but I felt that this one needed to be preserved for posterity.

The official SA Government twitter account shared this amongst other thing last night.

(Here it is with the original URL)

I mean, as Freudian slips go…

They (the government) have launched a task team/commission/ministerial committee to root out corruption and looting of Covid-19 relief funds. But then you look at who’s going to be doing the rooting out and you just sigh.
Let’s just say that they might not even have to leave their bedrooms if they have a mirror.

Same old, same old.

Still – love the image above. Some humour in dark times and with sick, sick people.

 

Day 132 – New Future Islands sounds very much like old Future Islands

And this is a good thing.

More of bands I like doing more of the things I like, please.

NME agree:

Musically, they haven’t meddled with the formula they’ve been nurturing for a decade. The songs are built around Gerrit Welmers’ rippling synths and William Cashion’s propulsive basslines. And Herring’s still determined to plough all of his rawest emotions into the lyrics.

Indeed.

And more of the bands I don’t like as much, changing tack and doing things that I do like.
That would make the world a better place.

Set in and around a suitably post-apocalyptic Baltimore, the video for For Sure actually left me a bit cold, but as mentioned above, I’m loving the music.

Apparently, BTV, they were playing several new songs, so this looks good for a new album some time soon – it’s been three years.

Fingers crossed.

Day 131 – Yeah, so…

…about that weekend away.

Partly because we needed to get down there and check everything was OK. Party because “intra-provincial travel for leisure” was allowed again. Partly because we just needed escape from Cape Town. And yes, partly because there was a family birthday.

We couldn’t really have wished for a better weekend. The weather was incredible, prompting walks along the shore, photography and late night braais. Not bad for the middle of winter. And the fact that our place was built to withstand the worst that the South Atlantic could fling at it meant that it had done exactly that: it was all in good, ship-shape condition. In turn, that meant that we had plenty more time than we thought to just relax and chill out.

We used it wisely.

Even as the weather closed in on Monday evening, we stayed out and about until the very last minute, grabbing every last bit of sunlight:

And even when the weather was scary, stormy and windy the next morning, I still managed to get out and get a PB for 10km, despite being off road and on shore for much of the distance. Chuffed. (Spoiler: the World Record is still very much intact and in absolutely no danger from me. I are not fast.)

More photos (you may have seen a few of them over the previous few days on here) are now up on Flickr. Some decent stuff in there, though I say it myself – remind me to tell you about my epiphany at some point.

Day 129 – Terns

The weather continues to be unseasonably lovely and so we continue to enjoy the outdoors as much as we can. Today’s Quota Photo comes from Rasper Punt, just along the coast from Cape Agulhas.

An unedited shot of several (or more) Swift Terns which were passing through into a stiff north-westerly breeze. And this was just a fraction of the flock which filled most of the sky at one point.

I might have a play with this one when I get home – it’s a bit washed out and doesn’t do justice to what we actually saw.

But right now: birthday cake and beer. A wonderful combination.
Geniet jou dag. Wear a mask.