Month: April 2006

If you’re looking for me this weekend, don’t bother trying too hard.

I’ll be at

Looking forward to a good getaway with some awesome rock music.

Will blog all about it when I return.

Tags: Oppikoppi, rock, sarockmusic, SouthAfricanRockMusic

Google is now adding some more Ajaxy web-based friendliness with Google Calendar. Yummy.

I was struggling to decide which Calendar tool to use. It seems Google has now made it a natural choice for me.

So throw out smelly Outlook and virgin Sunbird and head on into the world of web-based calendaring.

Its filled with RSS feeds and iCal goodness, with a plethora of sharing options both for getting your diary out and keeping some events quiet.

Google Calendar

So pray tell, between Writely, GMail, Google Calendar, Basecamp, 43Folders, del.icio.us et al, if you’ve got the bandwidth is there any reason to use a desktop office suite anymore?

Tags: Google, Google+Calendar, ajax, Web2.0

It’s not too soon. It’s too real.

For history’s sake it had to be real.

Even though I have zero attachment to it, the footage of an airliner hitting the second tower is still chilling.

Or is this the Republican propaganda machine reinforcing its stance?

Tags: United93, 911, September11

So like a snake that has grown out of its skin, this blog has now taken on a slightly more stylish form. I like it.

What do you think?

Third World Ant posted a stirring blog entry entitled

“The trouble with being a woman”

Wow! Such stunning use of contrast, thought and word. Really cool. Go read it now. Then come back to this.

It inspired me to write my own version, from a (my) male perspective.
I think it works best if you read both posts side by side.
(It also makes mine seem a bit better!! Doing so helps improve the quality of my piece.)

The trouble with being a man

I want to be your knight in shining armour
But I want to be the bastard jester with my friends

I want to lift you up to lofty heights
But want not your view from above to make me seem unworthy

I want to leave work early that I may welcome you home
But I don’t want to make the time for an invaluable call or sms

I want to be the smothered focus of your every attention
But I want my own time and space

I want you to know I love you without fail
But sometimes I want to hate, ‘cos love’s what hurts the most

I need you
But I should want you more

See?