I started a Blog, which Nobody read

I Started A Blog Nobody Read lyrics (By The Sprites)

I started a blog which nobody read
When I went to work
I blogged there instead

I started a blog which nobody viewed
It might be in cache
The topics include:

“George Bush is an evil moron”
“What’s the story with revolving doors?”
“I’m in love with a girl who doesn’t notice me”
“Nobody hates preppies anymore”

I started a blog but nobody came
No issues were raised
No comments were made

I started a blog which nobody read
I’ll admit it wasn’t that great
But if you must know here’s what it said:

“100 of my favorite albums”
“200 people I can’t stand”
“400 movies you must see soon”
“10 celebrities (4 of whom I might assasinate)”

I started a blog, I sent you the link
I wanted the world (and you) to know what I think

I started a blog, but when I read yours
It made me forget
what I had started mine for

(I’ve been threatening to post these lyrics for ages, because the are so apt wonderfully written… and arb. Gotta love it!)

Something about the bush

I live in the bush. Or, at least, my parents live in the bush, and from time-to-time I live with them (which is kindof a symptom of student-being; living neither here or there and on two completely different sides of the country at the same time). The view from my bedroom window (and my bath) is a valley – the valley with the road leading to Mozambique in it. My best friend lives (in the same sense as I live here) somewhere else on my side of this valley; probably quite close to me, but very far to drive (we have considered building a cable car connecting our houses, as if we were little kids communicating though a tin-can telephone).

Because we live in Africa, the bush, and a new house at that, absurdities occur almost on a daily basis. For example; our brand-new roof wasn’t quite built for torrential African subtropical rains (the kind of rain that -at least once a year – causes widespread destruction throughout town) and now, whenever it rains harder than a drizzle, the roof leaks right above our stove, making it impossible to cook anything that would be adversely affected by a bit of extra rain water. And this morning, one of our three experimental koi fish (an experiment carried out to determine whether they – and the larger, more expensive fish – will survive in the fish pond) was sucked in by the fish pond filter never to see the light of day again. And there are also bugs and mozzies and frogs who almost become normal…

And, when the dog barks, wondering whether he’s barking for the zebra… or not.

I’ve lost my heart… to a magazine

Yesterday afternoon, during the last minutes that the shops were open in the town whose streets I was strolling on (heading for a bad movie) is spotted a word. Or was it the typeface too? Or the whole cover? That led me to the magical realisation. NYLON. I have found a new(ish) copy of NYLON magazine. Peace, love and fluffy animals!

See, I absolutely adore this wonderful piece of magazinistry (because I always feel awkward calling magazines journalism); it is everything I could ever want from a magazine and nothing I could not. And it’s unfortunately not particularly available in this remote little country at the south of Africa. And because of the Africa part of my location, I have always failed to subscribe. Which is why I delight in moments like these!

Yay the universe!