Betty Noire
A blog by bettynoire
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Suspense of disbelief
I am sorry, but that Robertson’s Spice ad where the mama tucks her chicken under her arm, climbs the highest mountains and sails the roughest seas to get the best spice for it, is just incredible. Like, not credible. Like no sane person can believe it. I watch
Sexual gladiator
Somebody sent me this link this week: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zuma:_Tales_of_a_Sexual_Gladiator with the byline: Does life imitate art? The text of the page itself is not particularly illuminating or ironic, but I thought it was worth sharing. Betty Noire
100% disappointed
I have recently found my exchange-family siblings on Facebook. That was very exciting – like this I discovered that even Miet, my Italian mother, can now be reached on email, which is great. These days, considering the hullabaloo that surrounds an actual letter (envelope, stamps, trip
Stupid. Vain. Arrogant.
Nationalising the Reserve Bank for the princely sum of R12 billion will, as we know, be of benefit to no-one in this country. It will not even satisfy the arrogance, vanity and stupidity of the ANC panjandrums for very long, as arrogance, vanity and stupidity is never satisfied.
Boksburg is the new Potch
It’s just a thought. But you know how you gotta get those down when you have them. Betty Noire
Supersize me
Reuben had simple values and basic needs. (I have decided that I have to start writing fiction, and liked this very much as opening sentence for a short story. The rest of the story will come, I hope. But never mind that.) Yesterday, for about ten minutes,
Oh. I understand.
I suspect this is what you say to children who insist that they have been playing with their invisible friends at the bottom of the garden. (If they say they have been playing with fairies, the response might be “oh, that is nice” before you give them a thorough
Sunday morning
The wind moves the leaves of the trees outside the window. The rustling is reassuring, like a soothing piece of ancient music. I love wind when I am in not in it. Like now. When I worked in Cape Town often I sometimes hired a flat in Vredehoek,
Hey there 2010
The year has not only started, January has already passed the ½ way mark. I look at the blog and wonder why it has been impossible for me to post something. In all other ways things flew out of the starting blocks. Started work at The Project
Holiday snaps #3: In the middle of nowhere
The last time I ate in a Spur was in 2003. It was in Fordsburg, it was a group-thing with the folk from the dojo (The Islander was visiting from NYC and I was invited because he was staying with me, otherwise it would have been a black-belt-thing
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