Prester John Cross

Behind the City Hall in the city centre stands a very unique monument.  The Prester John Memorial is the only monument in the world dedicated to the mythical King-priest who was rumoured to live somewhere in Africa.  While the Portuguese were looking for a sea way to the East around Africa, it was also their quest to find Prester John as a Christian ally in Africa as he was said to be a wise king living in a land with lots of game and riches.

Street Style: Chris Brown


Salazar

— Diga'm?
— Soy Salazar, el gitano.

La concreció era del tot innecessària.

— Dime, dime...
— Oye, que ha llegado a casa una carta del juzgado diciendo que hay no sé qué juicio en mayo.
— Sí, el juicio de tu hijo.
— ¿Del chiquillo?

El chiquillo té els ous peluts.

— Sí, Salazar, el juicio de tu hijo.
— Pero a ver, ¿no habíamos quedado que eso estaba arreglado?
— Estas cosas no se arreglan así como así.
— ¿Pero la jueza no había dicho que lo del chiquillo eran cosas de niños y que lo podíamos dejar correr?
— No, la jueza nunca ha dicho nada de eso... aunque hubiera estado bien.
 

Salazar coneix el secret per desbloquejar el sistema judicial.



The challenge: Quality content at reduced costs


"There are two things guaranteed in regional newspapers in 2012. Editorial costs will decline further and readers will be increasingly bombarded by content from all directions. If regional papers offer dull filler material, they will continue to alienate readers and the downward spiral will go on. Ultimately, if nothing changes, everything stays the same. And for regional newspapers, that will mean their demise edges ever closer."

This is the thrust of my latest article for InPublishing magazine. Should you be minded, you can read the whole thing here


Township fruit vendor

Fruit vendors can be found all over the townships selling their wares from the side of the road. 

Be Sure Exercise Is All You Get at the Gym

When you go to the gym, do you wash your hands before and after using the equipment? Bring your own regularly cleaned mat for floor exercises? Shower with antibacterial soap and put on clean clothes immediately after your workout? Use only your own towels, razors, bar soap, water bottles?


If you answered “no” to any of the above, you could wind up with one of the many skin infections that can spread like wildfire in athletic settings.  The National Athletic Trainers’ Association recently issued a position paper on the causes, prevention and treatment of skin diseases in athletes that could just as well apply to anyone who works out in a communal setting, be it a school, commercial gym or Y.

The authors pointed out that “skin infections in athletes are extremely common” and account for more than half the outbreaks of infectious diseases that occur among participants in competitive sports. And if you think skin problems are minor, consider what happened to Kyle Frey, a 21-year-old junior and competitive wrestler at Drexel University in Philadelphia.


Mr. Frey noticed a pimple on his arm last winter but thought little of it. He competed in a match on a Saturday, but by the next morning the pimple had grown to the size of his biceps and had become very painful.


His athletic trainer sent him straight to the emergency room, where the lesion was lanced and cultured. Two days later, he learned he had MRSA, the potentially deadly staphylococcus infection that is resistant to most antibiotics.


Mr. Frey spent five days in the hospital, where the lesion was surgically cleaned and stitched and treated with antibiotics that cleared the infection. He said in an interview that he does not know how he acquired MRSA: “The wrestling mat might have been contaminated, or I wrestled with someone who had the infection.”


The Risks
Recreational athletes as well as participants in organized sports are prone to fungal, viral and bacterial skin infections. Sweat, abrasion and direct or indirect contact with the lesions and secretions of others combine to make every athlete’s skin vulnerable to a host of problems. While MRSA may be the most serious skin infection, athlete’s foot, jock itch, boils, impetigo, herpes simplex and ringworm, among others, are not exactly fun or attractive.


Steven M. Zinder, a trainer at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and chief author of the new paper, said in an interview that these recommendations are not esoteric.


“It’s what we all learned — or should have learned — in sixth-grade health class,” he said. “It’s all common sense. You need to keep yourself and your equipment clean. You never know who last used the equipment in a gym. It can be a great breeding ground for these bugs, some of which are pretty nasty.”


While hand hygiene is most important over all , avoiding fungal infections requires a daily change of athletic socks and underwear; carefully drying the armpits and groin and between toes (perhaps blow-drying the feet on low heat); and using foot powder. Shower shoes can help prevent infection as long as they don’t keep you from soaping your feet.


If you plan to work out in a gym or use a locker room, Mr. Foley suggested that before choosing a facility, you quiz the management about the cleaning agents used (they should be approved by the Environmental Protection Agency) and daily cleaning schedule for all surfaces and equipment. If exercise mats are not cleaned between classes, he suggested bringing your own. Antibacterial wipes or spray bottles should be provided and used by everyone to clean equipment after a workout.

'Rehab'


A propòsit del despropòsit de sentència que esta setmana passada absolia Camps i Costa de les acusacions de suborn passiu impropi la senyora Cospedal es preguntava “¿Y ahora quién repone la honorabilidad de ambos?” i li contestava, entre altres, l'il·lusionista González Pons afirmant que “a Camps no hay que rehabilitarle, ya está rehabilitado”.

Òbric parèntesi. Ignore si, donat l'espectacle patològic que hem presenciat al Tribunal Superior de Justícia, sobre la suposada rehabilitació de l'ecs!President de la Generalitat el diputat Pons es referia a una d'aquelles clíniques a les quals els actors de Hollywood passen llargues temporades. Tanque parèntesi.

El ben cert, però, és que Camps mai ha deixat d'estar diputat, encara que el seu absentisme laboral a Les Corts seria motiu de comiat a qualsevol empresa privada, però a ningú amb un mínim de trellat li passa pel cap que puga tornar a presidir la Generalitat Valenciana en esta (o en una altra) vida.

Les llengües més llargues parlen d'una retirada daurada de Camps al Vaticà en qualitat d'ambaixador, la qual cosa, si es confirma, no farà més que afegir un altre element lisèrgic a esta història tan grotesca, però a mi em preocupa especialment l'honorabilitat i la rehabilitació de l'altra part del tàndem: la de Costa.

Ric, igual que l'altre, ha mantingut l'acta de diputat autonòmic durant tot este temps, però no hem d'oblidar que qui encarregava caviar a grapats era, també, secretari general del PPCV, un càrrec que a este país es troba protocol·làriament només per baix del de fallera major de València i que algú hauria de reposar la seua honorabilitat i rehabilitar-lo.

En eixe sentit, no estaria malament tornar a vore Ric fent rodes de premsa i signant comunicats en nom de la sucursal valenciana del Partit Popular, però ignore si el PPCV té autonomia per triar el seu propi secretari general o ha de consultar este tipus de coses amb Cospedal ja que, recordem, fou ella la que el fulminà, sense renunciar a la dosi de despropòsit que ha acompanyat la gestió der tot este cas, aquell mític mes d'octubre de 2009 en què deixà el càrrec al partit.

Estic segur que Ric sap a qui ha d'adreçar-se. 


Article publicat a l'Informatiu. 

Nike Air Foamposite One Metallic Red

Nike welcomes a new colorway in its popular Air Foamposite One for Spring 2012. Decked out in a bold metallic red colorway, the Penny Hardaway signature model comes outfitted with a translucent outsole and black accenting, along with traditional carbon fiber plate detailing. For those interested, these will be dropping on February 4 through Wish, with other select Nike dealers taking stock in the coming days.

The lighthouse at Cape Recife

The Cape Recife Nature Reserve so has the potential to be Port Elizabeth's Cape Point Nature Reserve, just without the cliffs.  What I'm saying is that so few people really go to Cape Recife yet there is so much to do and experience.  Some of the options are visiting SAMREC, doing the Roseate Tern Hiking Trail, bird watching, fish, exploring the rock pools at low tide, walking along the beach, tons and tons of photo opportunities and for those who prefer it slipping off to Secrets nude beach.  The big land mark in reserve is the Cape Recife Lighthouse built in 1851.  Just a pity its not open to visitors at the moment.

Business Wear: The Oxford Dress Shoe

The time has arrived to bid a fond farewell to those square toed, thick soled favorites of yours. Yes, we are speaking about those rectangular leather lace-ups that some men call dress shoes. Truthfully, there has been a public outcry for their demise for many years now. Nevertheless, companies keep producing them and unsuspecting gentlemen keep purchasing them. Please, cease and desist wearing them. In their place: sleek wingtips, cap toes, and even few whole-cuts with a decorative brogue. You need a rotation of 3-4 shoes:  black, brown, and burgundy. 

A ripping yarn ...

Just been sent this story from the Napier Mail in New Zealand by my old pal David Barrie. I have been banging on recently about the lack of humour and fun in regional papers ... so he sent this to say the Kiwi papers didn't have the same problem. It certainly made me smile. One of those rare tales where you really do read until the end? Schoolkids' essays and speeches - could be a rich source of content. 

Of angels and books

One of the, at a lack of a better word, features on the historic Public Library in the city centre with what looks like an angel on top and a book in the centre.

If typography was a sport ...

Never mind the Olympics, why not enter the 2012 Typography Games? This Olympic style contest for designers looks like a challenge more suited to most of the people I know. You have to design a typographical poster about sport using the phrase 'it's not what you win but how you conquer it'. Even if you don't fancy taking part, the launch video is definitely worth watching.  

Practice may not make you Perfect but you sure get better at it

I was once invited to play a game of Golf, in fact my first, when I think about also my last. So we are ready to tee off, I remember listening to every word of my partners, heart pounding, watching, waiting, thinking this could be embarrassing. Wisdom said I should go last, I took note of their every movement, imagining melding into their posture, raised eyebrow, twitch of the forfinger, then it was my turn. Feet apart, balanced, poised, tense like a coiled spring, so with eye on the ball, I untwisted and the swing... the swing, surely it would have been the envy of any professional. The ball was hit to perfection,  it could only be described as a beautiful shot, probably still talked about  in Golf Clubs throughout  the British Isles... well may of been, had it been repeated it sadly never was, not even near. Politely it was best described as a fluke, from then on I did not have a clue, though previous time spent crazy putting at Beau Sejour came into its own when eventually any ball condescended to join me on the green.  Despite the obvious excellent start, it was a game that just did not catch my imagination and I have  never played or been invited again. 

As a pilot one thing I am quite good at is landings, in fact I have done about 10, 000, according to my log books into several hundred airstrips.  As it happens I have a similar number of take-offs, some would say based on 'alleged' bounces I have substantially more of the former than the latter! However the only  reasons I am good at landing is practice, also is there is a standard of landing and I practice to achieve that standard, anything less really is a poor show. The most demanding landings are to be had on water, certainly less forgiving if you get them wrong  but on land or river it is fun, challenging and at times quite exciting. 

This week I have been in Johanesburg in South Africa doing an Instrument flying course on the Cessna 208 Caravan. I have an Instrument rating already but  I do not use it for the type of bush flying I have been doing this last 20 years - as of July 2012. It is almost a year since I have practiced instrument flying seriously, as a result I would describe myself as a qualified Instrument pilot but not a proficient one and there is a difference. I have got out of practice and when out of practice you can think yourself competant until like a club rower who finds he has to go against Steve Redgrave you suddenly realise you are well and truly out of your depth. 
One way of practicing instrument flying and emergencies, is using a simulator, I am sitting happily in this machine in the picture above. The beauty of it is you can repeat an exercise, almost instantly with a tap of a computer key. Whilst I hated it for the first few days, as it had a mind of it's own and it did not feel at all like the real thing.  By day three when unexpectedly we simulated flying into a flock of birds, the engine stopped with a mighty bang and the glass on my windscreen fractured and the engine went quiet it seemed pretty real as I glided for an emergency landing. I was getting the hang of it, things practiced before kicked in and I landed the 'aircraft' safely.
So now as I look back over the first week it was interesting seeing how practice had made such a difference, next week flying is in the real aircraft - we will skip flying into a flock of birds! I can say I have loved the training, as things I should have known but had perhaps forgotten have been repeated, checked and repeated, the standard is being raised and experience is starting to come back into play. This course will cost MAF thousands of pounds, yet it is an essential part of training if I am to work in an Instrument programme where there is a shortage of pilots. Plus as pilots we are required to practice, that is a fact. The course is hard, long hrs, fun, challenging and exciting. 
My wife and I are doing a Kingdom Theology course with New Wine Training Partnership and it is brilliant. I am learning new ideas, challenging old ones, finding the Old testament is a remarkable book as is the New in more ways than I had thought, finding things I should have known before, remembering great truths. Plus there is a real practical side to this Theology  - is there any point in Theology that has no practical application? The work/study is hard, long hrs, fun, challenging and yet exciting.
I love going to the gym and kayaking, funny really that we put all our effort and at times funds into training, practicing, and becoming good at our work, our hobby, our sport perhaps all three even when it is hard, involves long hrs, yet we do it because we love the fun, challenge and excitement.
You know it is the same with being a disciple of Jesus to be any good at it* involves practice. You need to practice prayer, you need to practice reading the Bible, you need to practice loving people, you need to practice being generous, you need to practice being a servant, being a disciple, being different and wholehearted. It is hard, long hrs, fun, challenging and exciting. It's a mans calling...**
Christopher Bergland wrote recently in The Athlete's way: Sweat and the Biology of Bliss pub in Oct 2011 that essentially  'practice, practice, practice anything that you want to become world-class at.' 


Jim Le Huray our intrepid Bush Pilot joined me in the simulator. Check out Jim's films on youtube bigglesgsy

* Wholehearted - think about Caleb in Joshua 14:10-11
* *  Ladies, girls boys it is also a calling for you 

Graffiti at Barnacles

So how often did you mother rap you over the fingers for drawing on her walls when you were small.  Now imagine somewhere they encourage you to do so.  The walls in the Barnacles Restaurant in Seaview is covered in messages and names of visitors who have marked their visit on the walls of the restaurant with a bit of encouraged graffiti.

'Primula elatior'


La relació que porten la iaia i ma mare s'enquadra perfectament en el prototipus del que farien una sogra i una nora de qualsevol país mediterrani: l'odi.

Resumint, perquè la història no és massa particular: ma mare està farta de les intromissions i opinions de la iaia; i la iaia, directament, passa de tot allò que li diu ma mare.

Òbric parèntesi. En defensa (o no) de l'actitud de la iaia juga la seua edat i el que fet que no només passa de ma mare, sinó de mitja població mundial. De fet, crec que només fa cas d'allò que diu Ana Rosa Quintana. En defensa (o no) de l'actitud de ma mare només juga la menopausa. Tanque parèntesi.

La qüestió es que la iaia i ma mare han arribat a un punt en el qual la comunicació entre ambdós s'ha reduït a allò estrictament necessari i mon pare, que és qui hauria de posar d'ordre perquè és l'home de ma mare i el fill de la iaia, passa del tema i qui acaba pagant-ne les conseqüències al remat sóc jo.

Com passà dimarts, quan a hora de dinar vaig trobar a l'ensalada una cosa estranya que no vaig ser capaç d'identificar tot i que em resultava terriblement familiar. Fins que la vaig olorar de prop.

Iaia, es pot saber què hòstia ha posat en l'ensalada?
— M'ho ha donat ta mare. És com si fóra fuet, 'itat
— No és fuet... Ma mare no li ha dit què era?
— No. M'ho donà i no em digué res més.
— Hòstia puta... i vosté no ha vist que hi havia un gos dibuixat en el paper?
— Un gos? Pensava que era un porc... però, ara que ho dius, per a ser un porc tenia massa pèl.

Efectivament, la iaia havia fotut a l'ensalada llesques d'una salsitxa de Matt.
 


* * *

A la imatge una pàgina de Deutschlands Flora in Abbildungen, obra de Jacob Sturm de 1796, dedicada a la Primula elatior, plata herbàcia coneguda popularment com 'sogra i nora' perquè fa les flors de dos en dos però donant-se l'esquena, de forma que cadascuna mira cap a una direcció. Talment com ma mare i la iaia


Over to you Paul ... enjoy it as much as I did

The team from The Irish News, winners of Newspaper of the Year, with host Nick Ferrari at last year's awards
Start putting together your best work from last year - the Regional Press Awards are back. The awards lunch will be on Friday May 25th at Savoy Place in London, so make sure you keep the date clear. It is with some regret, though, that I am standing down as chairman of the judges this year. My decision is partly because I don't have the time but mainly because I have taken a non-executive director's role with Northcliffe Media, so can no longer strictly be regarded as an independent. The job will be in safe hands with former Manchester Evening News editor Paul Horrocks taking over. Good luck to him. It was a real honour to have been chairman for the last six years. I have seen the awards run by the Press Gazette, the Wilmington Group, killed off for a year, and then resurrected by the Society of Editors last year. But through all the changes, the constant has been the high standard of journalism. Despite the economic ravages and the cuts, and against a backdrop of some elements of the Press being vilified, there are still regional journalists going the extra yard, delivering great stories, campaigns and investigations that really do change communities. My view has always been that the industry should throw its weight behind these awards. If we don't celebrate the excellence that runs through our newspapers, who will? That is why I took the chairman's role in the first place and why I will continue to help Paul, Bob Satchwell and the Society as they strive to make the awards a success. I hope the industry supports them too by encouraging its editors and journalists to enter. The entries will open on February 13 and details will be posted soon on www.theregionalpressawards.org.uk.
I will still be around on the day to catch up with old friends and colleagues, buy drinks and save tipsy editors from walking in front of cars - but this year I won't have to field the polite and not-so-polite bar-room questioning over 'why didn't we win.' Over to you Paul.
The Hull Daily Mail table celebrates winning daily Newspaper of the Year (over 25,000) at the 2008 awards

Ubuntu mural

While on a township tour with a Argentinian journalist a little while ago we set off in search of a mural, painting or even just graffiti somewhere on a wall that depicted the fight against HIV / Aids.  We finally found one on the wall of the Ubuntu Educational Fund's old building in Zwide.

EL DOCTOR PLA


Mira que és de simpàtic el doctor Pla. El doctor Pla és un home cordial i afable amb un gran sentit de l’humor i, això en els temps que corren sempre és d’agrair; quan riu mostra un somriure tant obert i apassionat que em recorda el somriure net dels infants. El doctor Pla té els cabells blancs i la veu dolça; les seves paraules quasi sempre porten algun missatge enriquidor; és un gran narrador d’històries, i a vegades li agrada explicar-nos experiències, anècdotes o algun acudit. El doctor Pla és el cap del departament de psicologia d’urgències. L’altre dia ens explicava el benefici terapèutic de somriure i, ens deia que somriure estimula molts músculs i òrgans, incloent el cor i els pulmons i, a demés afavoreix la circulació de la sang. Al finalitzar la seva intervenció teòrica i abans de què cadascú de nosaltres ens adrecéssim ràpidament cap a les nostres responsabilitats ens va recomanar: mirar el cel, passejar per la vora del mar, escoltar el so de les golondrines, badar, escoltar música, llegir, estimar i contemplar amb una certa distància la vaguetat de la vida de les coses, perquè diu que tot això desfà els nervis i augmenta la FELICITAT.

Design Your Own New Era Fitted

It was only a matter of time, now no more will you have to long for the release of a mustard yellow Red Sox cap, thanks to New Era By You ($60). This new service from the ubiquitous MLB hat maker lets you customize nearly every aspect of your hat, including the color of each panel, bill, logo, and stich, making it possible to create nearly any combination you desire. Warning: the building tool is Flash-only, so don't expect to be ordering your masterpiece from your iPad.

Tres consideracions sobre la sentència


UNA

Fins i tot abans de tindre el jurat constituït, qualsevol que no fóra un innocent (o un no-culpable) sabria que era difícil aconseguir una sentència que condemnara Camps i Costa. En primer lloc, per les diferents majories que exigeix la Llei del Jurat: dels nou membres (els suplents ni tan sols participen en la deliberació), calen set vots per a condemnar els acusats però només cinc per a absoldre'ls. Així, Camps i Costa han estat absolts per la mínima.

Òbric parèntesi. Açò podria interpretar-se com una conseqüència sui generis i un punt perversa del principi in dubbio pro reo. Tanque parèntesi.

També ha jugat a favor dels acusats, i de quina forma, el caràcter llec dels jurats, ja que és prou obvi que un tribunal professional, format per autèntics magistrats i no per ciutadans, haguera condemnat almenys a l'ecs!President, donat l'allau de proves que hi ha al sumari i que s'han reproduït durant la vista oral del judici.

Però, clar, si el propi sistema legal considera que els jutges i magistrats no són infal·libles (i per això ha creat una segona instància processal i tot un sistema de recursos) no podem entendre de cap manera que un jurat popular ho siga, i molt menys quan és capaç de dir, per exemple, que ha quedat provat que la relació entre Camps i El Bigotes era només “comercial”.
 

DOS

Un dels aspectes positius que ha tingut este judici ha estat el de donar a conéixer el vertader caràcter pertorbat de qui ha estat President de tots els valencians. És cert que Camps ha guanyat este assalt, però pel camí ha perdut la presidència de la Generalitat i, per extensió, s'ha diluït allò tan estrany i ple de polítics de segona i tercera que era campsisme.

Gràcies a este judici (en realitat a tot el procediment) el món ha pogut comprovar el caràcter histriònic de Camps i tota la misèria que l'envoltava, començant per un Ric Costa que ha superat amb escreix la caricatura que tots teníem en ment.

La sentència els absol, això és cert, però a quin preu? Des del primer moment hem vist un Camps grandiloqüent que ha traslladat a l'opinió pública una imatge pròpia vergonyosa i vergonyant, submergida fins al cap a una mar de frikisme i de ridícul.

Al seu costat un ninot de falla resultava (i resulta encara) més seriós.
 

TRES

La pregunta més immediata, a l'espera d'un més que presumible recurs, és què fem ara amb Camps i Costa, però sobretot amb Camps.

El solatge popular valencià (és a dir: la morralla del partit) considera que Camps es va immolar renunciant a la Presidència de la Generalitat per fer un favor a Rajoy i a la mare de déu i ara que ha estat absolt el problema pot ser encara més greu que quan només estava imputat: ha de tornar a la política o no? I encara més: com?

Alberto (aka Amador Mohedano) Fabra va accelerar la laminació de les deixalles del campsisme abans d'haver soterrat el mort i no és cap secret que esta maniobra, que comptava amb el plàcet de Madrid, ha fet traure les ungles a personatges tan influents al partit com Rita i Rus, que voldran cobrar-se ara la seua peça.

I no oblidem que Ric i Camps encara són diputats.

Donkin Reserve post box

One of the oldest post boxes in Port Elizabeth stands on the Donkin Reserve next to the old lighthouse keeper's cottage, now occupied by the NMBT visitor information centre.  The post box has the Royal Cipher "GR" on it, indicating that it was erected during the reign of King George V somewhere between 1910-1936.  The first roadside post boxes appeared in 1852 on the Channel Islands.  Since then all post boxes in the UK has been painted red and bear a Royal Cipher that consists of two letters to signify the monarch under whose reign they were manufactured.  As South Africa was a British Colony our early post boxes also bore the Royal Ciphers.

Bisbes on fire


Els escarabats estan revolucionats: la primera pixada fora de test la va protagonitzar el bisbe de Còrdova fa dotze dies quan afirmà en una carta adreçada als fidels que «la incitació a la fornicació és contínua als mitjans de comunicació, al cine i a la televisió, fins i tot en algunes escoles de secundària, dins dels programes escolars», però pocs dies després s'afegiren a l'orgia de despropòsits els responsables de les diòcesis de Tarragona i Valladolid.

El segon, el famós Ricardo Blázquez, qüestionava (off the record, això sí) la idoneïtat de la designació de la vicepresidenta del Govern com a pregonera de la Setmana Santa de Valladolid per la seua situació matrimonial, ja que sembla que Soraya Sáenz de Santamaría es va casar per la via civil a un consolat espanyol al Brasil. La dreta chic fa estes coses tan estranyes.

Per la seua part, l'arquebisbe de Tarragona es cobrí de glòria a Els matins de TV3 (!) en afirmar quan li preguntaren pel matrimoni gai que tot i que «com a persones, tots són fills de Déu, hi ha comportaments que no són adequats ni per a la persona ni per a la societat»

Em pensava que si alguna cosa positiva havia de tindre la tornada de la dreta al Govern de la Confederació Ibèrica de Nacions i a la Generalitat de Catalunya era que la jerarquia de l'Església catòlica, tan hiperactiva durant els últims anys, deixaria el carrer (i les televisions) i tornaria a les coves, però no: resulta que sóc més ingenu del que imaginava.

Our customers are important to us...

I had lunch at Cafe Capellini in the Walmer Park Shopping Centre the other day and noticed this set of "reminders" regarding customers under the stairs.  In this day and age where customer service is so important yet often lacking, this was a stark reminder how customers should actually be treated.  And just to add, the service was excellent.

Dilluns posttraumàtic


Ahir no vaig anar cara l'aire en tot el dia perquè diumenge Matt va patir un altre atac epilèptic. A les quatre i mitja de la matinada, ni més ni menys, i ja no vaig ser capaç de dormir més de deu minuts seguits.

De nit Matt sol dormir al corredor de casa, a la porta de la meua habitació, i em van despertar els crits i els espasmes del pobre animalet. Vaig saltar del llit i vaig córrer a la cuina a buscar uns tranquil·litzants que em va receptar la veterinària. Li'n vaig administrar dos i el gos deixà de convulsar i es quedà mig torrat, però jo vaig ser incapaç de tornar a dormir.

Al matí següent el vaig portar a la clínica i li van fer una analítica. Hui o demà sabré els resultats, però pel que sembla té les defenses baixes, està refredat i, probablement, amb un tractament amb antibiòtics els episodis epilèptics desapareixeran. Però no m'ho poden assegurar. En el pitjor dels casos, si es confirma que Matt és epilèptic, haurà de prendre una medicació específica diària i podrà fer vida normal. Vull dir, vida de gos.

La veterinària m'assegurà que no és per a tant, que té molts pacients que segueixen eixe tractament i que estan perfectament, però a mi eixos altres pacients em tenen igual, perquè jo patisc per Matt. I molt més del que m'agrada reconéixer.

Mai haguera pogut imaginar que vore Matt malalt poguera afectar-me tant. Després d'una estona el gos no recorda què ha passat i menja, beu i vol jugar com sempre mentre jo em quede amb cara d'idiota i amb els ulls rojos. Ell fa com si no haguera passat res, però en el meu cas la imatge que acabe de presenciar es repeteix al meu cap i em tortura. I m'angoixa i em causa pesar.

I només vull que passe.

How To Network In Person

It's 2012, so we've all mastered the finer points of social networking, right?  But in an age of personal-brand-building, it's easy to forget that networking in person is one of the most beneficial  ways to market yourself.  After all, it's the genuine, personal connections that make an impact--not the random Linkedin requests.


How To Do It:

Confidence is key.


A proper introduction calls for a firm handshake, eye contact and a smile. A good attitude is contagious. It makes it easier to bring up what you're passionate about, and it makes them actually want to listen to what you have to say. And remember to dress the part. What you're wearing is essentially the first impression you give someone, even before you open your mouth.

Practice makes perfect.
Of course, it helps to be an outgoing person, but networking is a skill that can be perfected. Ask a buddy to help you out—have him or her turn to you at unexpected times and play the part of the person you're hoping to speak with. If you can tune out distractions and get your point across succinctly, you're good to go.



Ditch the sales pitch.
Just go for a natural conversation. Show interest in the other person by asking questions about them. This will create authentic opportunities for you to bring up what you do (and what you're looking to do).

Keep it short and sweet.
Nobody wants to be cornered and you don't want to be remembered for commandeering someone's time. This is mingling, so keep the conversation light but relevant. After 15 minutes you should know whether or not this is someone you'll want to follow up with.


And then follow up.
If things went well, you likely exchanged contact info or swapped business cards. Make sure to follow-up the day or two after, with a quick email or note reminding them of your conversation and what you can do for them. This is your opportunity to briefly outline your potential in whatever goal you're looking to accomplish, be it a job opening or collaboration.

Nelson Mandela Bay Stadium

I have seen stunning photos of the Nelson Mandela Bay Stadium with some of the best interior ones being taken from the top tow of seats right in the very corner.  So late last year during the IRB 7's I decided to venture up into the nose bleed section and get my own photo.  Mmmmm.... Quite clearly the stunning pics I've seen were taken with a SLR with wide angle lens.  Both of which I don't have.  So for now I have to be happy with the pic I got. Maybe one day...

EL TOT BADALONA


Cartes dels lectors
• La flassada de la indiferència
• Mari Carmen Lozano - 18/01/2012

El silenci el va trencar en Carles a l’obrir la porta de casa seva amb la clau. Ella estava asseguda al sofà impacient per saber la resposta. Només mirar-lo va saber quina havia estat la decisió de l’empresa. Finalment havien fet un expedient de regulació d’ocupació (ERE) i, havien acomiadat a 50 treballadors.

Meditabunda i trista va mirar cap el sòl i, va rumiar que no era el millor moment per donar-li la noticia de què a Badalona no es faria el Corte Inglés perquè havien decidit portar-lo a la ciutat de Mataró. Així que aquelles il•lusions que havia posat en la possibilitat de treballar algun dia en el gran magatzem també havien quedat anul•lades. Un munt de llocs de treballs esvaïts per l’aire.

En Carles i ella es miren amb ulls plens d’indignació i d’incomprensió davant la notícia. Com si estigués alienada, amb un sentiment de ràbia dins el seu cor sent com dels ulls li sobreïx el sabor salat de les llàgrimes. Ha passat, ha arribat aquest dur moment, avui comença una nova situació i, tot allò que els envolta es vesteix de negre i de por.

El dia ennuvolat s’ha apagat amb una força inesperada; mira per la finestra i veu que la lluna ha minvat; que tota la lluita ideològica d’anys enrere està aturada; que tots els seus anhels de benestar estan congelats; que els carrers estan plens d’indiferència; que els arbres hi són artificials; que hi ha cues infinites a l’oficina d’ocupació; que les carteres continuen buides de llibres gratuïts; que l’educació està essent retallada i que la sanitat va estimbant-se a pas agegantats.

Tanca la finestra i pensa que no importa qui siguin els protagonistes. Són moltes les persones que avui dia pateixen situacions difícils i, mentrestant la societat sembla viure en un estat de somnolència, coberta per la flassada de la desafecció i allunyada cada vegada més de tot allò que suposa la igualtat, la solidaritat i la justícia social entre els éssers humans.

Major


La setmana passada, no sé ben bé per quin motiu, vaig arribar a la conclusió que si volia trobar algú amb el qual passar al sofà les depriments vesprades de diumenge havia de provar a posar ordre en la desordenada vida que porte. O per ser més explícit: si volia trobar novio havia de deixar de follar amb qualsevol que se'm posara per davant.

Òbric parèntesi. No entenc com vaig trobar raonable o justificable eixa estranya teoria (què tindrà a vore una cosa amb l'altra), però la qüestió és que vaig passar tota la setmana amb eixa determinació entre cella i cella. Tanque parèntesi.

I per això encara hui estic provant a entendre com a poqueta nit de divendres vaig acabar al llit amb un xic amb el qual havia quedat només una volta fa uns mesos per prendre café i del qual no havia tornat a tindre notícies.

— Disculpa, però quina edat tens? —vaig preguntar quan estàvem al llit.
— Veintiuno...
— Hòstia...
— … para veintidós —afegí com si una altra alternativa fóra possible.
— Saps que jo en tinc trenta-dos?
— Sí, pero no te preocupes: me gustan mayores.

Li vaig fer mal.  




a sang freda

Perry and Dick both used to say  (a memorable phrase) that it was much easier to kill somebody than it was to cash a bad check.
Truman Capote

25 de setembre del 1965. Un senyor nord-americà s'ennuega amb el cafè americà mentre llegeix, a la revista The New Yorker, la primera de les quatre entregues de A sang freda, "cosa" poc classificable que el mateix Truman Capote va decidir qualificar de non-fiction novel. Cinc mesos abans, el 14 d'abril de 1965, els dos protagonistes del relat de no-ficció, havien estat enviats a la forca. Literalment, s'entén. Amb la publicació de la novel·la en si el gener de 1966, l'obra a la que Capote havia dedicat sis anys de la seva vida (i força salut, perquè negar-ho) s'acabaria de convertir en un dels grans hits de la "narrativa" nord-americana del segle XX. 


A l'hora de crear la novel·la, en Truman s'havia basat en una idea a priori: la sucosa i temptadora possibilitat de convertir el periodisme i els reportatges en novel·les de no-ficció. Cansat de la concepció del periodisme com "aquella cosa a fer mentre la musa no hi és" o "la estratègia d'alimentar totes les boques de casa meva", Capote va decidir fixar-se en el periodisme en tant que musa prometedora i canviar la conya aquella de "el món subjectiu de l'artista" per la narrativització de la vida real

Escollir el tema va ser bastant complicat. Capote volia una notícia que no caduqués ràpidament, alguna cosa a la que es pogués treure suc durant força temps i que fos prou FORT (amb majúscules) com per omplir una novel·la i intrigar els seus estimats lectors. Llavors, un matí del novembre de 1959, Capote va trobar un titular "interessant" al The New York Times: "Wealthy Farmer, 3 of Family Slain". Eren els Clutter. Quatre membres de la família (Herb Clutter, Bonnie Clutter i els seus fills, Nancy i Kenyon; tenien dues filles més però ja no vivien a casa) havien estat assassinats sense cap mena de motiu aparent -eren gent maca i tothom se'ls estimava molt. Capote no en va tenir cap dubte: va acabar-se el cafè, va trucar a la seva amiga Harper Lee (clar, estem parlant d'un altre nivell d'amistats) i se'n van anar cap al lloc dels fets: Holcomb, Kansas. 

Capote i Harper Lee fullejant la primera edició de la novel·la.

És clar, en Truman i la Harper al principi no ho van tenir gaire fàcil. Intentar entrevistar un poble commocionat i desconfiat sobre una tragèdia de tal magnitud era complicadíssim; de fet, la majoria d'entrevistes van fer-se quan els assassins, Dick i Perry, ja estaven arrestats. Amb els anys, en Truman va recopilar una quantitat de material que espantava: quilos i quilos d'entrevistes, objectes estranys que s'havia trobat refent tots els recorreguts (que no eren pocs) de Dick i Perry, llibretes, llibres sobre la psicologia del criminal i sobre crims i un llarg etcètera. La realitat del succés ha fet que poguem consultar (via virtual, clar) la publicació de la primera entrega o un reportatge fotogràfic sobre la tragèdia (que estrany que és veure el vell Bobby Rupp, l'antic nòvio de la Nancy Clutter, que, per cert, diu que mai s'ha llegit A sang freda). 

És clar, la ètica segurament és la gran polèmica que envolta el llibre. Qui va ser, el que va actuar "a sang freda"? Dick i Perry, matant a la família Clutter? O Capote, convertint una tragèdia grossa com trenta masies en una magnífica obra d'art? O Capote, seleccionant (és a dir, manipulant) quines informacions posava al llibre i quines no? O Capote, decantant-se per la versió que Perry havia estat l'assassí dels quatre Clutter? O Capote, objectivitzant fins a la sacietat un Pollastre en el què estava involucradíssim? Es veu que quan en Truman li va dir a en Perry que amb aquest llibre no pretenia canviar l'opinió dels lectors o del jutge sinó només fer una obra d'art, aquest li va dir el següent (parla Capote):

"That's really the truth, Perry", I'd tell him, and Perry would say, "A work of art, a work of art", and then he'd laugh and say, "What an irony, what an irony". I'd ask what he meant, and he'd tell me that all he ever wanted to do in his life was to produce a work of art. "That's all I ever wanted in my whole life", he said. "And now, what has happened? An incredible situation where I kill fou people, and you're going to produce a work of art." Well, I'd have to agree with him. It was a pretty ironic situation. 

Polaroid de Capote i William Burroughs, feta pel senyor Warhol.
De fet, Capote havia tingut una "sort" de cal Déu: el crim que havia començat perseguint sense saber com acabaria (potser seria una història anodina i sense cap mena de gràcia) li va sortir rodó: famílies desestructurades, psicologies complicades, contradiccions elefantines, bones persones assassinades. La matèria perfecta per una bona novel·la, si ets prou fred o prou frívol o prou valent com per atrevir-te a novel·lar-la de manera objectiva tot i estar totalment involucrat en el pollastre. Capote ho era i ho va fer, i li va sortir una novel·la despietadament objectiva i descaradament impecable que t'engoleix des de la primera pàgina. La moral ens la podem saltar de la mateixa manera com saltava Truman Capote el 1959, mentre era fotografiat per don Cecil Beaton: TATXAN!


*** La majoria de la informació està extreta de l'entrevista que George Plimpton li va fer a Truman Capote el 16 de gener de 1966, poc després que Random House li publiqués la novel·la sencera. Molt recomanada, i molt recomanada vol dir MOLT RECOMANADA!

Nanaga jams

The well known Nanaga Farmstall about 50 kilometers outside of Port Elizabeth may be famous for its pies, roosterkoek and pineapple juice, but there is so much more to see and purchase at the farm stall.  Amongst others they have a fantastic range of jams and jellies lined up on their shelves.

Street Style: Red Tail



The men of the George Lucas film Red Tail are the inspiration for this post, fashion/style knows no color.

Tea time on the 'lawn', top notch airbourne refreshment! ?


                    
One of the great mysteries about the English is that when all hell is breaking loose around them, there is always time enough for a cup of tea, warmed pot - Darjeeling not tea bags, by no means is it only the British, who use tea for a restorative break but they do like to do it with style. You can see in MAF, tea is an essential part of keeping the operation going and one cup of tea rapidly evolves into a tea party. Reminds me of the amusing quote from the American film Mary Poppins  "As the ship lay anchored in Boston Harbor, a party of the colonists dressed as red Indians boarded the vessel, behaved very rudely, and threw all the tea overboard. This made the tea unsuitable for drinking. Even for Americans." Actually folk from the US do do great cold tea. 
Tea really does do something for you. Alas here I am in South Africa and rather a fan of Rooibos, and I have not had a cup of tea in 3 days as there is none left in the guest house, I have found hot water an adequate 2nd but then again perhaps not as I read this delightful quote from a PG Woodhouse book, which Trish and I are reading aloud together. "'Morning, Jeeves," I said. "Good morning, sir," said Jeeves he put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed, and I took a refreshing sip. Just right, as usual. Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak, not too strong, not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer. A most amazing cove, Jeeves. So dashed competent in every respect. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I mean to say, take just one small instance. Every other valet I've ever had used to barge into my room in the morning while I was still asleep, causing much misery; but Jeeves seems to know when 
I'm awake by a sort of telepathy. He always floats in with  the cup exactly two minutes after I come to life. Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow's day."

Often wonder who had the most need for restorative cups of tea in the Bible. Think it would have to be Paul .... think this inspiring paragraph would have generated the need for more than a few cups of soothing tea. 2 Corinthians 11:25-29 Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked; a night and a day I was adrift at sea; on frequent journeys, in danger from rivers, danger from robbers, danger from my own people, danger from Gentiles, danger in the city, danger in the wilderness, danger at sea, danger from false brothers;  in toil and hardship, through many a sleepless night, in hunger and thirst, often without food,1 in cold and exposure.  And, apart from other things, there is the daily pressure on me of my anxiety for all the churches.  

Time for a tea break and dig into 2 Corinthians in the New Testament ...