Most of us who pick up a magazine or newspaper rarely think about the value chain resulting in the words we read ending up on paper.
These pieces were published at thoughtleader. The title comes from Sherlock Holmes. I liked it because we in the 4th Estate are a club that keeps government in check; and I, like Diogenese, am a cynic.
It's 5.24am on Saturday morning in the northern suburbs of Africa's financial capital. I've just finished two hours re-editing a DVD for the big-screen display at the hottest party in town tonight. (Club Y at Carfax, Newtown, if you must know.) Now, there's the obligatory wait for the video to render. (That's geek speak for "processing the special effects".) This leaves me time to catch up on overdue reading, including the letter from the president on the ANC Today newsletter.
Tuesday midday in GP: A R29 “business lunch special” at a Chinese restaurant in Rosebank with a colleague followed by filter coffee and baklava at Fournos around the corner. And as I used my finger to wipe the last drops of honey from the plate, I sighed in satisfaction: “What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?”
And then I caught myself: “Wait a second, we do have time to stand and stare.”
My companion agreed. We smugly clinked coffee cups together and headed back to work …
It’s Friday and into my mailbox pops the words of another famous blogger. Herewith the words of El Presidente …
To remind all of us of what it means to be a member of the ANC, at our 2005 National General Council, I quoted the Oath contained in the ANC Constitution, to which all ANC members, who join and remain members of our movement of their free will, must subscribe. The Oath says:
Most good jokes can be carried off with just the punchline. Note the following:
“Having done several thousand interviews in all media, I’m now completely fed up with talking (even about myself). Everything anyone needs to know will be found in my own writings … ”
(I must be out of my flippin’ tree! … Writing this particular blog, I mean. Might just as well swim out past the shark nets after acupuncture. Oh well, bring ‘em on …)
Let’s be perfectly clear on one thing. I do not particularly like David Bullard. I would not invite the man to dinner, nor would I buy him a drink. I did, however, shake his hand when I bumped into him at a bookstore, saying: “I’m glad you lived to tell the tale.” (This after he survived an attack by armed intruders.)
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