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Aug 20
2008

God, the devil and a bacon sandwich

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Have noticed everyone seems to be writing about the devil. Don't know if it's coincidence, a big argument or some kind of party and I wasn't invited. Either way, I'm going to gatecrash :D.

When I was going through those particularly troubling years called adolescence there was a lot I was unsure about. My friends, my future, my self... top of the list, however, was God.

So one day I decided to test God in the way that the Bible and various other holy books tell you never to do. I said to him, knowing full well that there was no bacon in the house and we had no bread and were not leaving the house that day, "If I have a bacon sandwich by the end of today, I will believe you exist."

I then put that out of my head for a few hours and carried on with less angst-ridden stuff (such as reading magazines, listening to hard core music and painting my nails bright colours). Some time later my mom came into my room and asked, "would you like a cheese role? I could even put it into the oven for you?" That sounded good to me. She left the room and then almost immediately turned around again and said over her shoulder "ooooh I think we still have some bacon bits! I could sprinkle some of those on for you!"

My jaw dropped.
Aug 19
2008

Can you transport a soul?

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Sitting at dinner a friend and I were discussing the awesome technology of Star Trek and science fiction shows in general. We were talking about transporters and how some fold space and some rely on the higgs boston and some just make you go really really fast. Then you get the ones that destroy you and put you back together on the other side.
Aug 16
2008

OMG WTF BBQ!!

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Yesterday I said casually to a friend:

"sent him pm on irc but dunno if he's at his pc, should i sms him?"

And it struck me that I use a hell of a lot of abbreviations in my everyday speech.
Aug 14
2008

An account that is not FICA compliant, criminals everywhere rejoice!

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Now it is my understanding that not only is FICA a legal necessity but it's there to protect your identity and stop money laundering.

Which is why I'm a little concerned about Absa's new debit card idea, which they are calling "prepaid" (since when was a debit card not prepaid?)
Aug 13
2008

The Digs Hunting Diaries: Part 7

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I rolled out of bed this Monday with the distinct feeling that I should have made an appointment with either an estate agent or a tenant to see a digs. This could be because it was the first week day in a while I had not either had an appointment to look at a digs, or an appointment to make an appointment to look at a digs. Or else it could be that I'd had way too much fun on the weekend to warrent *not* putting some effort into looking for a place to live next year.

Whatever the reason, I didn't get around to organising anything before I left for lectures.

It's true that things happen when you least expect them . Last thing I expected when I sat down still sleepy-eyed in my journalism class was my friend StarryNight leaning over her desk at me and asking in her awesome husky radio voice "are you still looking for a digs?".

StarryNight, it turns out, is moving in with her boyfriend at the end of the year and her flat (attached to a bigger house that some other people I know live in) will then be available. We have a scribbled conversation on a piece of scrap paper while the journalism lecturer talks about our assignments:

"it's got a shower & loo. Hot plate. It comes with a hanging cupboard & desk."

"How light is it? Coz most flats I've seen are very dark."

"It's got windows on all the walls so it's light early in the morning. It's got a good light in the middle of the room for nighttime"

I tried to fight my excitement, she continued to pitch it to me

"It's got separate access to the flat through a gate but you can also go into the main house if you want company. It's quiet."

"And washing facilities?" I asked.

"There is a washing machine inside the house kitchen and line outside in the garden"

Finally I got up the courage to ask "rent?"

"1650" she said.

My jaw dropped.

"I'd like to come look :)" I said

"After this?" she said.

"Great :D" I said. And I really really meant it.
Aug 12
2008

The Digs Hunting Diaries: Part 6

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If I imagined my ideal home it would probably be a lot like the house I spent my primary school years in. Amazing how you never know what you've got till it's gone.

The place was nothing really fancy. It was an old barn on a large plot of land in a place called Noordhoek, famous for its long beach (called Long Beach, fancy that) which appears in various movies, and its hippy population. The large plot of land was the best playground a little girl could hope for. In the front we had a garden where my mom grew herbs, and lavender and small pink roses grew wild. The back was covered in Bougainvillea so thick that one could sit under it and feel like one was in a tent. The house itself was one large room, with a small bathroom (just a tub and a sink and small gas geyser) and a loft (my room). It had a large bay window, a high ceiling and wooden floors. It was dusty and rural but in my slightly faded memories it was the pastoral ideal.

This is possibly why I was so enchanted with digs # 4.
Aug 08
2008

The Digs Hunting Diaries: Part 5

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I've always thought that if a place feels right, then it is. This is probably because when I was little my mom used to talk of how she went to a show house in Melville once and as soon as she entered the door she knew she needed to live in that particular house. And, well, we did. For close to five years. Very happily. Only reason we left was to go live by the sea in Cape Town - and she still regrets losing that house.

Somehow I didn't inherit her affinity with houses. I realised this when we went to look at the house we lived in while I was at highschool. I walked in and the first thing that hit me was the sickening sweet smell of whatever air freshener the people who were living there used. It was kinda like, I realised later, the smell of kiddies Panado - that sticky green stuff you take before you can swallow pills. At the time, however, I remember thinking that it smelled distinctly... pink.

Don't get me wrong, pink is a good colour. As a girl I wear a lot of pink. I believe it to be bright and cheerful. But never will I ever *live* in pink. Pink houses only belong in shaggy dog stories as far as I'm concerned.

However, for some strange reason, my mom loved the place. She somehow saw past the pink couches and curtains and lampshades and snot-nosed kids. She looked over the linoleum floor, and instead of a dry grassy patch she saw a garden. We signed the lease a few days later.

I was at school when we moved in. Somehow, even though I knew the pink furniture would be gone, I expected to be confronted with somewhere strange and quite unlike home when I arrived at the new house. I remember coming up the stairs and holding my breath and stepping into... heaven.

Ok perhaps it wasn't quite *that* great, but it was damn good compared to what I'd been expecting. How had she *known*? How had she looked around at that pink monstrosity and seen how great it could look with our stuff in it?
Aug 07
2008

The Digs Hunting Diaries: Part 4

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In every mission you get obstacles. In fact it seems the greater the mission, the more obstacles. In fact there's even a saying: "nothing worth doing is easy". I'd say finding a place to live next year is worth doing.

When one first imagines the kinds of places one might think to live in, what occurs to you is what you've seen your friends live in. In my case these are small places but clean ones. With painted walls, tiled floors, big windows and decent kitchens.

If one follows the logic of this thought process, one realises that the reason these places are so nice is because the people one knows spent ages finding them. Not all places are like that.
Aug 05
2008

The Digs Hunting Diaries: Part 3

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The next part of this story introduces a new character: The Estate Agent.

When I was small I had a friend whose mom was an estate agent. She used to wear fancy clothes and drive a fancy car and win prizes for selling houses and always seemed so happy and willing to please.

She did not live in Grahamstown.

The Grahamstown estate agents have to cope with a hell of a lot more than most do. Granted most times of the year our little town is pretty quiet... but then comes Digs Time... and the agents go haywire on a level that only teachers during matric exams and liquor stores the day before the easter weekend can understand. They have developed various coping mechanisms: everything from denial ("we do not handle digs"), to compensation ("here join our facebook group"), to avoidance ("our digs list comes out next month") to passive aggression ("yes, we have digs, no you can't see them.")

Today I shall tell you about Agent 1.
Aug 05
2008

The Digs Hunting Diaries: Part 2

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Just because my ideal living space didn't look like it would be available any time soon (read ever), didn't mean I was disheartened. In fact looking for digs seemed like a fun idea. And I was in pretty early right?

I got back for this semester after cooking and baking and watching television for four whole weeks. I was really into the digs idea. Having my own kitchen seemed like the most brilliant thing in the world... I didn't care about size, colour, who i was sharing it with... just that I wouldn't have to eat res food.

This changed when I went to go and see Digs #1.

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