“The one where it says who you are. The one you can go on.”
Sometimes, dinner time Chez 6000 is actually just like a really hard quiz.
Author: 6000
…please don’t take a picture
Channelling Michael Stipe:
It’s been a bad day…
…please don’t take a picture.
“Student protests” which suddenly(?) seem to be much more than just student protests, a staff member involved in a nasty RTA (he’ll live), the political puppetry of Jacob Zuma and his apparently relentless agenda to ruin the entire country via the Punch & Judy Show which is the National Prosecuting Authority versus the Finance Minister, the fact that I was already feeling rather crap – physically and mentally – before all of this nonsense started.
And it’s not even midday yet.
I do like that REM song though. They need to update the video to HD.
Doing it over an actual news report in SA today would be a good idea.
But equally thoroughly depressing.
I spy
No, not Busisiwe Mkhwebane the new Public Protector with her allegedly questionable alleged links with the Chinese.
Something much cooler (although arguably less important for the well-being of the Republic of South Africa), this:
At first sight, it’s just a signpost in the Swiss mountains, with lots of tubes attached to it, and that’s because that’s exactly what it actually is.
But brilliantly, those tubes are so arranged, that when you spy through each of them, you see a different mountain.
Then look on the side of the tube in question, and you can see exactly which mountain you are looking at.
This makes mountain identification – previously rather tricky, one would imagine, looking at just how many tubes are attached that signpost – much, much easier.
Sit for a few moments beside me
And come in the shade of the evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west.
Sit for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.
Photo: Camps Bay, July 2015
Words: adapted from a poem by Lyman Hancock
Climbing London
Let me start by reminding you that trespass is bad. Trespass can get you arrested, unless of course you’re a protesting student at a South Africa university with a continually capitulating VC, in which case you’ll pretty much be allowed to get away with anything.
But I digress, often.
Don’t trespass. Let other people do it for you. Live vicariously through their foolishness. Allow them to take the silly risks. I’m talking, of course, of Harry Gallagher and his friend… er… HD.XR (possibly a pseudonym) who go leaping around rooftops and landmarks in London, making your palms sweat.
One thing we’ve seen before from these sorts of naughty escapades is that you can get some fantastic photographs. Harry and… er… HD document their best efforts on their respective instagrams here and here.
It’s good stuff.
There’s also a Youtube channel, with rather too much introduction and not quite enough action for me, but the videos usually come with a handy “skip to [time] for the good bit” comment if you don’t want the preamble.