growing ever closer, this sweet torture is embraced with mixed feelings, still.

browsing through the photo archives on my hdd, i came to realize that maybe life was more enjoyable than i thought. places i've been to, things i've tried. makes me happy. extends midlife again with a few weeks. as long as i dont die before completing the list, it was worth it.

had the old 1986 leonard cohen album dusted off again, good, really good. turns out he never did shoot his wife. also good. can relate to his wife.

for a moment i had to stop and wonder if she'd read this. let's remove that thought.

have photoshoot saturday evening, hoping it would go well. stopping as i realize i am todding to the blog.

jus, if you do read this, leave a comment?

todding (vb.)
- The business of talking amiably and aimlessly to the barman to whom you do not share anything in common, at the local pub.

hael storm, flat tyres, mud, sun, puddles, rain storm, sun, river crossings, mcdonalds, sun, fields, sun, uphills, wind, 105.46kms of pure pleasure passed us by on saturday morning during the hours of 4am to 4pm. the seven and a half hours in the saddle made the 12 hour trip well worth it, regardless. the mtb'ing re-motivational season has begun. truely fun at the end. seeing that i dont get to climbing all that often anymore i have to do something to keep my mind from being melded.

photo sales looking good, better than ever. these are fairly good times.

addition to entry: had a really good chat, with a person that is becomming a really good friend. learnt some stuff in the process of the negative way i see things lately. thanx for bringing that to light

leonard cohen keeping me up late, like the lady on the radio last night, almost phoned her after midnight, just for some company. she was standing in, i just hate those stand in dj's, they seem to really screw up my time table. dislike. dislike.

have to go by the police station this afternoon, so much effort, such a lazy self. will do. will do. have to get this done before time runs out.

word of the day: happle (v.) - To annoy people by finishing their sentences for them, and in the process telling them what they wanted to say. this can be taken further in argueing with the person when they correct you trying to change what you said they wanted to say to what they actually wanted to say. there has been several cases of this happening in governments all over the world, as well as certain schools, and between some siblings.

so why dont we go to a place where only we know. got my speedlight yesterday. really excited. yay. yay again. cant find any of my rechargeable batteries though.

missing that something again today, missing it badly. still no lead to what it might be and so the search shall continue until one day minutes before i blow out my last breath.

last breath, wondering where that would be, still in africa? lets hope for the best.

justine again, not sure, unsure, doubtfull, crazy

justine

good weekend. little effort, loads of adventure. onheilspellend. like two mice in a small hidout surrounded by fierce cats we sat, waiting for the thunderstorm to pass over. the well thought out storm precaution plan was taken just after the drift off to dreamland was interupted by a lightning strike that lit the inside of the mustard yellow tent in a way that i would of thought the end of the world might. precautions included stuffing the camera equipment into a black plastic bag, and placing the bag on an elevated position in the tent. this took about fice seconds, and left us dumbfound with nothing to do. every strike could have been felt slightly in the ground beneath us, accompanied by blinding light, and the deep bass roar echoing throught the kloofs. incredible.

finding that we were surrounded by a pool of water around the tent, we heard the last few drops fall and listened to the rivers pumping water down like i've never heard them before. then, in the background i heard it. softly, with a slight tint of hope in the voice. "echo!!" "echo!!". it was comming from the other tent, the sleeping bauties and their beast did not stay dry, and due to overloading the tent turned it into something not resembling the dry desert lands of mars at all.

we remained quiet, as to not lure the wet creatures into our dry little happy place. not even the sleeping beauties would have been able to convince us. when we were sure the rain is gone, we got out, went to the river, came back, made tea for all. it was midnight, and after a few war stories, we decided to give sleeping another go.

good fun, well, for some anyway.

the feeling that your feet does not quite fit into your shoes. the same emotion as i would imagine someone with closterphobia might feel, only localised to your feet. that is the feeling that most slows me down at work. taking of my shoes helps, well, helps me at least. so here we go again, on with the aircon, out with the shoes...

much better, feeling the cool air blow through my damp toes, relaxing, stretching.