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Issue No. 319 -- 28 February 2005 |
Editor's Message
Quote/s of the Week
Ad Hoc Article/s of the Week
Bits and Bobs
The Legal Beagle
Help Desk
Where are they now?
Club and Other News
Humour
Recipes
Sports News
Credits and Contact Info
Subscribing and Unsubscribing
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.jpg "Cat sandwiches for lunch!") Even though we live in a developed area (Douglasdale) and we also have four cats that go in and out of the house as they please, we also have an abundance of birdlife. These birds (of varying shapes ad sizes) seem to be what I would term ‘townies’. They are aware of the fact that cats are around (not just our cats...) and send out ‘cheeping signals’ whenever one of the cats decides to sun itself in the garden. They hop from bush to bush cheeping and jumping around while the cat does its best to get a bit of shuteye in the shade of the afternoon sun.
Yesterday we saw some loeries come right up to the house. First one, then another, then a third, a fourth and then a fifth loerie was perched in a small tree just outside our lounge and bedroom windows.
They seemed interested in what was inside the house... not making much noise. The cats were fascinated! Ken was fascinated! I had never seen that many loeries in one place! They perched in the one tree and flew from that one to another, all the time peering into the house. Then as suddenly as they arrived, they all left.
These from me...
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic. - Anonymous
You have to learn how to turn the tables on the ego. The only way to forgive what is within is to forgive what seems to be without.- Gary Renard
Think of yourself as on the threshold of unparalleled success. A whole clear, glorious life lies before you. Achieve! Achieve! - Andrew Carnegie
This from Daniel Jan le Roux daniel@thelerouxs.com
You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
This from Des Cowie des.a.c@btinternet.com
The search for God
A strange, mysterious paradox resides within this search for God. You eventually discover in all your questions and testing that Another has been with you in your quest. And this Other has been searching for you even more persistently than you have been searching. In the end you discover that all your searching is but a reflex action to God's initiative -- a God who has sought you all your life.
-- Ben Campbell Johnson – Calming the Restless Spirit
Send in any quotes you love... that have some special meaning for you... and I will use at least one every week. Usual address! editor@saw.co.za
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Coming Home
Each week we will feature a question and answer sent in to the Company for Immigration. We hope these will help answer any questions you might have regarding any part of the coming home process. If you would like to send in your own question, please feel very free to do so.
We will also be featuring a great amount of information on the SAW Website (www.saw.co.za) under the Coming Home section. You can also find out info by visiting our newly relaunched site, South Africa Online (www.southafrica.co.za) and checking out the Coming to SA section.
Here is a bit more info...
Whenever and wherever South Africans meet, the surest way to start a lively discussion, is to ask someone for an opinion about emigration from or remigration back to South Africa. In 2002 we (i.e. the non-profit immigration service, Company for Immigration, and the trade-union, Solidarity) realized that the return of South African expats had become a fact and that their inputs are essential for the growth and development of the country. We are neither interested in a debate about the reasons why people leave or come back, nor about the merit of their decisions. We prefer to provide a practical service instead:
offering advice and assistance to prospective remigrants;
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The Truth about Growing UP!
This from Des Cowie des.a.c@btinternet.com
Great truths that little children have learned:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.
Great truths that adults have learned:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fibre, not the toy.
Great truths about growing old
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
The four stages of life:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
Success:
At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
Take the time to live!!!
Life is too short. Dance naked
Visualise And Achieve – from The Daily Guru
This from Matthew Green
Let me now share with you a story. A big piece of sponge was divided into many small pieces, which were thrown into a large container of water. All those pieces of sponge got soaked in the water, which was one homogenous body of water. After a little while, the water in each piece of sponge started identifying itself with the sponge, and began feeling and believing that it was a separate independent entity.
The water stayed as one body of water. Each quantity of water present in each piece of sponge stayed connected with all the water in the container, but strangely, the water present in each piece of sponge started believing and acting as if it was part of the sponge, and was a definite entity separate from all the other pieces of sponge and the water in the container.
The water is the spirit, and the pieces of sponge are the materials composing the physical body and the feelings and thoughts. There is one spirit expressing itself through various forms, but each form thinks and feels that it is separate and independent.
This erroneous belief in a separate individuality is the ego. From this ego come disagreements, selfishness, anger, resentment and violence. Each expression of the spirit, through each body, erroneously believes in its separateness as a unit, and fights for its existence. These units, when united with other similar units possessing similar characteristics are called a family, tribe, nation or race.
It is not easy to see that everything in the Universe is the expression of the one Spirit. The illusion of life is so perfect that it is hard to look through this illusion.
When the mind is active, everything looks real. The mind is the projection machine, which constantly projects pictures on the screen we call reality. In sleep or while there is no consciousness of the world such as in a swoon, this projection machine is temporarily switched off and everything disappears. The world reappears after the mind is switched on again.
It is the mind and ego, which are responsible for the appearance of the world. When you are able to switch off the mind and the ego you realize in a direct manner the Spirit that is always here, beyond the illusion of the outside world.
http://www.thedailyguru.com/...
I am....
This from Captain Ken
Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character. Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character you most resemble? A group of investigators got together and analyzed the personalities of well known and modern cartoon characters. The information that was gathered was made into this test:
Answer all the questions with what describes you best, add up all your points (which are next to the answer that you choose) at the end and look for your results. Do not cheat by looking at the end of the email before you are done.
1 Which one of the following describes the perfect date?
a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.)
b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.)
c) Painting in the park (5 pts.)
d) Rock concert (1 pt.)
e) Going to the movies (3 pts.)
2 What is your favorite type of music?
a) Rock and Roll (2 pts.)
b) Alternative (1 pt.)
c) Soft Rock (4 pts.)
d) Country (5 pts.)
e) Pop (3 pts.)
3 What type of movies do you prefer?
a) Comedy (2 pts.)
b) Horror (1 pt.)
c) Musical (3 pts.)
d) Romance (4 pts.)
e) Documentary (5 pts.)
4 Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these?
a) Waiter (4 pts.)
b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.)
c) Teacher (3 pts.)
d) Police (2 pts.)
e) Cashier (1 pt.)
5 What do you do with your spare time?
a) Exercise (5 pts.)
b) Read (4 pts.)
c) Watch television (2 pts.)
d) Listen to music (1 pt.)
e) Sleep (3 pts.)
6 Which one of the following colors do you like best?
a) Yellow (1 pt.)
b) White (5 pts.)
c) Sky Blue (3 pts.)
d) Dark Blue (2 pts.)
e) Red (4 pts.)
7 What do you prefer to eat right now?
a) Snow (3 pts.)
b) Pizza (2 pts.)
c) Sushi (1 pt.)
d) Pasta (4pts.)
e) Salad (5 pts.)
8 What is your favorite holiday?
a) Halloween (1 pt.)
b) Christmas (3 pts.)
c) New Year (2 pts.)
d) Valentine's Day (4 pts.)
e) Thanksgiving (5 pts.)
9 If you could go to one of these places which one would it be?
a) Paris (4 pts)
b) Spain (5 pts.)
c) Las Vegas (1 pt.)
d) Hawaii (4 pts.)
e) Hollywood (3 pts.)
10 With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with?
a) Someone Smart (5 pts.)
b) Someone attractive (2 pts.)
c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.)
d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.)
e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.)
Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for! Put your character in the subject line and forward to your friends and back to the person that sent this to you. Very interesting to see "who" your friends are!
(10-16 points) You are Garfield: You are very comfortable, easy going, and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme. You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember your happy spirit may hurt you or others.
(17-23 points) You are Snoopy: You are fun, you are very cool and popular You always know what's in and you never are out of style. You are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned. Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times.
(24-28 points) You are Elmo: You have lots of friends and you are also popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need. You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things. Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer, if not you will have many conflicts with life.
(29-35 points) You are Sponge Bob Square Pants: You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never want to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it's funny and calm for the most part. Stay away from traitors and jealous people, then you will be stress free.
(36-43 points) You are Charlie Brown: You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. You call your mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Don't let your passion confuse you with reality.
(44-50 points) You are Dexter: You are smart and definitely a thinker. Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong family principles. Maintain a stable routine but never ignore a bad situation when it comes.
Choice Coach – Work in Progress
Evening review/Morning review - which works for you?
One of the most powerful routes to personal effectiveness involves a regular review of what has gone before and, even more importantly, where one's energies will be focused in the coming day. One thing to decide, however, is what review system works best for your own rhythms and circumstances.
Although there may be other variations, for the most part the systems can be summarized as involving (a) both backward and forward review in the evening, (b) both backward and forward review in the morning, and (c) backward review in the evening and forward review in the morning.
What do I mean by "backward review" and "forward review"?
A backward review is a review of a period of time that is past. In this newsletter I am referring to the day that has passed, but in other situations we may also choose to examine a week, month, quarter, or year as it ends - as do most major businesses. What did we achieve? Were there gains? Losses? What was going on? What interfered with our plans? What could we have done differently? Are there left-over loose ends that need to be tied up, or at least scheduled, before we get swept forward in the hurly-burly of the oncoming day? What are the lessons learned, the insights reached?
I find it particularly useful to those clients who tend to see themselves as less than fully effective to ask them to list their achievements before we talk each week. Often if they have not done this they will start their coaching session with concerns about what they have not done, and their lack of progress. However, if they complete what I call the "call focus form" they have listed, in one section, the things that they actually DID achieve, and they are often surprised to see how much they have done.
When it comes to the forward review, again, this may constitute a plan for the day, or for any longer period of time. (It is noticeable, however, that in these fast-moving times, even the larger, and therefore most long-term thinking companies create five-year or ten-year plans in only the lightest of penciled-in plans, for they know that the world will change in the meantime.)
For the day-long forward review, several things are important. One is that as we make that review, and plan for the coming day, we allow ourselves to step back and look at it in perspective. Where are the deadlines and the pressures? What is scheduled for specific times? What else has to be achieved between those scheduled times? When will we do which?
Elsewhere I have written of what I call "flex blocks" which enable us to more often absorb the sudden emergencies and unexpected events that tend to knock us off schedule. For example, suppose the morning and afternoon are scheduled for business events, and the evening for family - a fairly normal type of schedule for those who do not work from home. Comes the mid-morning phone call from the school nurse that Sally is sick, or injured, and needs to be taken to the doctor, and our business plans for the middle of the day are suddenly on hold. Our reaction to this is often simply to write off whatever we had planned for that part of the day, which can in some circumstances lead to problems. Another way to look at it is to realize that the emergency involved family time. Hence, if we mentally flex part of that family time from the evening to the time that we took Sally to the doctor, we can move the neglected business activity to the evening. Obviously this may not work if others are also involved, but many times it can be useful. Flex blocks enable us to feel less out of control when the unexpected arises. We can simply "drag and drop" two sections of our calendar so as to exchange them.
Flex blocks may fit between appointments and meetings, or may include them. It is a good idea to decide, during the forward review, what will fit where. It is unwise to assume that one will get to unscheduled things as and when time allows, without scheduling them. Time boundaries can get very fuzzy if we do that, with all of the day's unscheduled tasks somehow sliding back toward the end of the day and resulting in a last minute rush, or another evening of working late, neither of which is conducive to our feeling that we are in any way in control of our lives.
So what works for you?
Although it works for some people, I don't believe in leaving the backward review until the following morning. Too many nuances can be lost, or the morning rush can cause the entire review to be left undone "just this once." Another advantage of an evening review is that it can include the daily "gratitude journal" in which one writes at least five things experienced or observed during the day for which one is grateful. This is a life-changing ritual that I recommend to all.
The forward review, however, can be done either in the evening or first thing in the morning. If your mornings are habitually a chaotic rush of trying to get other people to do what they need to do before a deadline, then perhaps evenings are better for you. On the other hand, for some people having the forward review completed in the evening causes them to start working on the next day's issues when it is actually time for them to be relaxing at home, or even when they are trying to sleep. For them, a morning review may be the better way to go.
It was Socrates who commented "The unobserved life is not worth living." Developing the habit of carrying out a backward and forward review can help us to keep our lives under observation. It can also help us not to feel that we are being swept forward on a tide of time with neither paddle nor rudder. Journaling based on those reviews can record those observations for future comparison, which can be even more enlightening. But the topic of journaling is for another time.
NEW!! Blog at ChoiceCoach.com
After dillying and dallying in a most un-coach-like manner, I have finally begun to write a blog at ChoiceCoach.com. I have not yet inserted the links into the main ChoiceCoach website, but you can access the blog directly at ttp://blog.ChoiceCoach.com.
I'm still getting the hang of all the software and how I "manage" the blog, since I only started working with it on Tuesday, so if you visit and things don't work as expected, please be patient.
Should you choose to visit the "About" section you will find the following information about the how and why of "Choice, Change, & Charybdis" which is what I have named it.
"Very shortly it will begin to reflect what I see as some of the important issues of life. I am a Personal Effectiveness Coach, so I am dedicated to helping people to become more effective in achieving whatever it is that they want to achieve. (Well, I'm not really into helping bank robbers be better bank robbers, but then again, developing a solid system of values and living by it is part of becoming truly effective.) Another part of my life involves teaching college students who plan to become Addiction Counselors. As a result, I have an interest in topics related to addiction. I am an active member of Al-Anon, so codependence and boundary-setting issues may appear here from time to time. I am originally from England and now live in the United States, so have an interest in international issues. Not being as young as I once was, issues of living in a society that is largely youth-oriented may come to my attention.
Then again, because I delight in the creative and the spontaneous it is very likely that at times this page will carry items unrelated to any of the above. Stay tuned.
In the meantime you may be wondering about the title. Choice, Change & Charybdis. Obviously, I like alliteration. Apart from that, in my eight years as a personal coach, and my mumble mumble mumble years of living, I've come to believe that these three words cover almost all of the dilemmas that we face in our lives.
I focus on choice in my coaching because I believe that knowing that we have choices is the most empowering of discoveries, and few of us are aware of how many choices we really have.
Change is an issue for many of us. Many of my clients and students are seeking change, and are frustrated because they cannot bring it about fast enough, or in the way that they envisage. Others are in the reverse situation, facing changes that they do not want. They often cannot imagine that life will ever again be "the same" - and they find that hugely disturbing. Learning how to flow with change, neither forcing it too swiftly nor resisting it too strongly, can be a major of learning how to live effectively.
(It must be admitted that I struggled with a choice here. Would the middle word be "change" or would it be "chance"? After all chance, with its dual meanings, also plays an important part in the effective life. One meaning involves the semi-random, "just by chance I noticed," serendipitous event. Although I must admit that I am often skeptical about the existence - or otherwise - of coincidence I certainly believe in serendipity. The other meaning relates to our willingness to take a chance, to risk. Too often we want to get to the other side of the river without being willing to let go of the river bank on which we are currently standing. We are afraid to take a chance. However, I see change as tending to be even more problematical for most people than chance, so I made my choice.)
More obscure is Charybdis, one of the two monsters between which Odysseus had to steer his vessel. There is a saying, "between Scylla and Charybdis" which, these days, is more often spoken as "between a rock and a hard place." It implies that there are two undesirable outcomes, and that the further away we steer from one the closer we are likely to get to the other. How often do we find ourselves paralyzed, unable to take action, because we are trying to decide how to live our lives without drifting too far toward either of two extremes? To fail to decide is often to decide to be ineffective."
I hope that you will visit the blog from time to time. Like all such efforts, it will not always please you. However, perhaps it will make you think, and at time perhaps it will relate to those issues that affect your search for greater effectiveness.
Copyright Diana Robinson 2004. For more information visit Diana's web
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Don't panic.
This week's issue is on anxiety and how we can use mindfulness to become more aware of our own quirky triggers for panic.
It's the last chapter of our February series focusing on the heart: laughter, sex, pain, and now panic. These are all things that get our hearts pumping faster, and they serve as ideal every-day focal points for mindfulness.
Are you listening to your heart--and mind?
Calmly yours,
Maya ;-)
Mindfulness and Panic: Ask Your Anxiety
Panic.
Heart racing. Palms sweating. Breathing rapid and shallow. Mouth dry. Knees knocking.
Whether it's a pop quiz, a job interview, a spider, an impromptu speech, a crowded elevator, a dirty restroom, the view from a cliff, a shot at the clinic, a flight across the ocean, a first kiss, or a trip to a crowded shopping center, we all have something that fills us with panic. In severe cases, we can develop anxiety disorders in which panic attacks occur at seemingly random moments.
Whether you have a case of the pre-speech jitters or a full-blown panic attack, the physical symptoms are easily recognized. However, what we need to see clearly are the thoughts going through our mind whenever we feel anxious.
No matter what triggers your personal panic parade-- complete with lively emotions, colorful thoughts, and sizzling sensations--there is one key element that gets the party started.
No, it's not simply stress. It isn't just your personality type. It's not solely your past memories or the way your mother raised you or your particular physical challenges.
It is simply this: you are lacking in self-esteem.
Okay, now did you automatically start with the "But I am perfectly confident! I am totally competent! I feel just fine about myself!" rebuttal? Ah, good. Watch that.
We just hate it when someone suggests we might not have rock-solid self-esteem, and yet we are pros when it comes to bashing ourselves. Aren't we funny?
We'd rather believe that our anxiety is due to biological factors so we can take a pill to deal with it. But masking panic is not the same as managing panic. If you want to transcend your anxiety, you've got to get to the bottom of it.
If we don't handle a particular situation well, we dread the next time we must face it. We doubt that we will ever handle it skillfully even if we have done so in the past. We worry about it--and then worry about worrying! Fearful avoidance becomes our new way of responding.
Before we know it, we're stuck in panic purgatory.
Insert mindfulness here. Don't ask for anxiety--ask your anxiety. Focus on the first thought you have when that panic starts bubbling up and gently ask, "Why?" Watch...then ask again. Play through several rounds of "why"--and learn.
Panic is simply misguided attention. We must learn to watch the ROOT (some element requiring greater self- esteem) instead of the RESULT (all-night panic party) of our anxiety.
Ask your anxiety and listen carefully. Use mindfulness to help you redirect your attention, and you will learn to disconnect that panic button for good.
Button, Button, Who's Got The Button?
You've probably got plenty of panic buttons, both large and small. And, like most of us, you've probably learned some tricky maneuvers to avoid those things likely to push your buttons.
How's that working for you?
Avoiding panic isn't the same as managing panic. In fact, the more you avoid, the more likely you are to feel panic when that situation does arise.
Great Panic Resource
The best resource I've found for dealing with severe anxiety disorders is a book written by Australian author Bronwyn Fox. Bronwyn, confined to her bedroom for two years due to panic attacks, has developed a very effective method that is helping thousands of people recover from severe anxiety.
Her technique, based on her book Power Over Panic, is taught in clinics across Australia and has been shown to be effective in over 80% of participants.
She is amazing, and I highly recommend her program. You can learn more by visiting
http://www.panicattacks.com.au
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Maya Talisman Frost is a mind masseuse offering specialized mindfulness training to individuals and groups in Portland, Oregon. Her work has inspired thinkers in over 100 countries. To subscribe to her free ezine, the Friday Mind Massage, please visit http://www.massageyourmind.com.
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52 Best Stories – Just like an animal
From the December 26th tsunami which was such a chilling disaster of extreme magnitude comes this heartwarming story.
After tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast and pushed up the Sabaki River, a baby hippopotamus living in the river with its mother was then swept back down the river into the Indian Ocean. He was returned to shore by following tsunami waves. Wildlife rangers rescued him after he was found alone and dehydrated.
The baby hippopotamus, nicknamed "Owen" and weighing 650 pounds, was then placed in a wildlife sanctuary called Lafarge Park in the port city of Mombase. Soon he formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise.
"It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a 'mother'," said ecologist Paula Kahumbu who is the park manager.
"The tortoise is named Mzee, which is Swahili for old man, and the hippo follows the tortoise around and licks his face exactly the way it would follow its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother. They sleep together, eat together and have become inseparable," Kahumbu continued to say.
"The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years. If the hippo and tortoise continued to thrive then in the next few weeks we will allow the public to see the unlikely pair together."
When I was growing up and we were especially mean to someone else, it would be said that we were acting "just like an animal."
I do not hear that expression as much anymore. Perhaps we humans have begun to realize that examples of kindness and care can come as much from the animal world as from the human world.
What? You say I am "just like an animal"? Well, thank you. I appreciate that.
~ C. F. Sandy Pofahl ~
http://www.52best.com/animal.asp
One Man’s Australia - Power over the media
This week's column may well look like a cop-out. But it is not.
I am always fascinated at how the power of the market place influences even the largest corporations.
In the case of Australia the US News Corp owns The Australian - which is the only Australian national daily newspaper. The opposition is the Fairfax Group, which publishes what is in effect a national paper but which appears as the Sydney Morning Herald and the Melbourne Age etc - mastheads which date back to 1835.
News Corp also owns Fox News - and it appears that there cannot be a bigger dichotomy between their US output and their Australian output.
The reason is simple - circulation. Australians and US Neocon Crusader philosophy do not blend easily.
The Australian's explanation of the US Presidential selection process in this morning's paper is an example of the power of the market place.
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/printpage/0,5942,12361026,00.html
Note from Glen: News Corp keeps a short biography of Phillip Adams on file. It is at
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5744,1860505%255E12273,00.html
He has been writing for them for 40 years which is amazing when you think that Rupert Murdoch controls News Corp, is one of the bigger donors to GWB's campaigns and politically probably stands on the far right.
African Despatch - The History of the Earth is Written in a Book And that Book is Rock
Dispatch no. 78 – Part Two
Editor’s note: This article is too long for complete publication in one issue of SAWmail. Part three will be published next week.
Nevertheless, for all these wonderful things, and many others besides, there is something lacking in the world's cities. I like to sum it up in this way: My brother in law lives on the edge of a ridge which overlooks most of the city. The view at night is spectacular. Yet, I find that after a while, just about everybody stops looking at the city lights, and eventually they almost cease to notice them. Conversely, nobody ever seems to get enough of the stars. They are far less bright, far less dazzling, and infinitely less colourful, but what do poets write about, balladeers sing about, and what inspires old-fashioned romantics to words of fluffy sentimentalism?-The stars, of course. Rarely do they respond equally to city lights.
The difference, I think, lies in the depth of dimension. We look at the multi-coloured carpet which is the city floor and we see colour and movement, and for a while that is fascinating. But there it stops. We know what it looks like beyond those pretty lights. We don't have to guess. Behind each one of them lies a world which isn't really as spectacular as it looks at night. Behind them are homes and people and dogs without fleas and streets, and concrete walls, and taxes and millions of middle class people who work mainly because they fear hunger and poverty, whilst balancing that fear with greed and lust for materialistic things. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the world as we know it.
The stars, on the other hand, are different. We look at them, and we see a three dimensional world. Indeed, perhaps we sense a more multi-dimensional world than we ourselves even realize. We look at those pinpricks of light and know that they represent a galaxy of space and time and variation which is virtually without end. We know that what we see is not what we will get. It goes far beyond that. Behind those specks, we know there lie worlds-extravagant displays of unimaginably rich colour and movement-a dazzling universe of growth and change and mind-numbingingly vast dimensions on a scale that leaves the human mind speechless in its incapacity to comprehend it fully. We may never know of even a fraction of the wonders that are out there in this life. Yet, we sense that depth, and it fascinates our minds, just as it did the minds of the ancient Egyptians, the Babylonians, the Romans, the Greeks, and modern thinkers alike.
Here in the city, there are not many stars. I sometimes forget that they are there. Yet, there are moments when the moon rises enormously, like the yolk of a gigantic egg. At such times, the mysterious wonder of it all is so overwhelming that not even the city lights can succeed in dimming its splendour. Those are the times when I most of all remember the Elephants Valley and the silent nights when the moon rose in like fashion, noisily from the knotty fingers of a hundred thousand leafless trees. Yet, these memories feel like another life in another galaxy and another age far from here.
I only visited the Elephants Valley twice this past year. The first time I succumbed to a rare bout of flu which kept me cloistered to a bed until the day of my departure and robbed me of all pleasure. The second time was this December. The Elephants Valley showed its resentment of human intrusion during the months of the sun, as only the bushvelders can appreciate. 40 to 43 degrees on the front patio during the day, and well into the thirties inside the house at night. I must admit that when it gets that hot, the romance seems to melt a little bit, just like all the candles that I still have to keep in my home for the rare occasions when I still come for a visit- and walk into a familiar power outage. My emergency candles first lean over like the tower of Pisa, then droop into a sad question mark, and finally just flop onto the table and flatten themselves like tired slugs in the sun. I always forget to take them out of their candlestick holders and store them horizontally when I leave. My life, it seems, is destined to be plagued by crooked-shaped candles forever. At least in the bushveld, because as anyone could have guessed, in the city candles don't melt either.
Something interesting happened while I was there. My father's new neighbour is a gentleman who swapped a business concern for his new property when he retired. He came from another part of the country and is naturally-enough, not necessarily particularly accustomed to the curious ways of the Elephants Valley. For one thing, he refused to use the powerful new air conditioners throughout his home, insisting that they produced an unnatural climate. Of course he is entirely right in this point. Still, I personally would not be able to resist the temptation of turning them all to high and watching the whole Elephants River freeze over into an ice-skating strip, if possible. It is to be expected, however, that sleep is almost impossible in the life-sucking heat of tightly-sealed homes, so the neighbour elected to sleep with his large French doors open to the breezes of the night. He has beautiful wooden fly screens in front of all the doors, but since even these limit the flow of air to some extend, he decided to throw them open as well.
My father tried to warn him, tactfully explaining that in the Elephants Valley (as also in Johannesburg, incidentally) sleeping with open doors is not necessarily a very wise thing to do. In the valley, there is always the chance that a hyena could come sniffing around, and walk off with most of your face in its mouth. Come to think of it, in Johannesburg very much the same thing is possible, only our hyenas do not walk on four legs. Be that as it may, trouble started suggesting its imminent presence when my mother spotted a mouse in his house and suggested that it is only a matter of time before the mouse is sure to build a nest somewhere in a wardrobe among winters clothes or blankets. Probably even invite its family. Retired Neighbour gave her the patient "what do you know about these things?"-look and explained that wild animals understand human presence. They sense a foreign environment and stay clear of it.
Again, one must grant that to a certain extent there is merit in this argument. But there are always exceptions, and it is often the exceptions that make the important differences in life. My father tried to warn about snakes and scorpions and other crawling things of the night, but not even the threat of malaria would impress Retired Neighbour. Declaring that mosquitoes don't bite him, he rose to open the door so that the mouse could find his way out, while my mother and father must have exchanged knowing glances.
Mother can tell you a few stories about bushveld fluffy-tailed mice in your winter cupboards. Not long ago she took out a nest the size of a large melon from the middle of her pink trousseau blankets. In it was a family of hairless pink baby mice with dark eyes still swollen shut, looking a little bit like miniature piglets. The mother mouse had eaten a hole right through the centre of her pile of folded blankets, and there had created the most exotic of rodent dwellings. Greatly disappointed in this find, her response was to put the nest on the ground and to discreetly step outside so that Sparkplug could take care of the problem. True to the nature of any Jack Russell terrier, he harbours a special passion towards rodents. After their scent sent him into a state of hysterical excitement, it took him probably all of ten seconds to neatly nibble each one with the front teeth until all their bones are crushed with canine surgical precision. Ask Mother. Those lovely little mice with their squirrel-like tails, sweet little faces and Walt Disney eyes are only adorable until they've eaten your first trousseau blanket. After that, they're terrier-food.
I can't say whether Retired Neighbour's mouse ever found its way out, but my personal expectation is that it is still living somewhere inside an old woollen army coat, or a bundle of scarves or flannel underwear. I have spent a lifetime in the presence of mice.
I know about these matters. In my bedroom as a boy, the same mice used to drive me nuts. They don't eat regular rodent food, so it is pointless to set traps with cheese, nuts or other delicacies. These little pests are insectivorous and no matter how finally I set my traps, I only ever succeeded in catching one single one during all those years. I fought them for years, and only won the day I moved out for good and the new buyer demolished the wing of the house where my bedroom used to be.
Besides once having eaten my entire lovingly preserved and carefully mounted butterfly collection so that only the bare needles remained on the mounting board, the woolly-tailed mice didn't cause me too much harm. Oh, and besides eating a layer off of the brim of my favourite cowboy hat, and eating the wool off of my childhood sheepskin teddy bear, that is. The main thing that aggravated me was the fact that they would run along the ceiling skirtings at night, and make this ridiculous little chuckling sound. A kind of high- pitched "chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck-chuck" sound. Like a Smurf when it chokes on magic porridge. They would utter these maniac sounds every five minutes, just sufficiently so as to rob one of the serenity of undisturbed sleep. Eventually it came to a point where I took grandpa's .22 Mauser rifle with me to bed, along with a flashlight. When the "chuck-chuck-chuck" started, I would flip on the flashlight, and blast the mice off the walls as they scattered, using special snake ammo.
It is hard to describe the sense of accomplishment that rushes the senses at successfully being able to blow away one of those fluffy-tailed mice. Outsiders could not possibly comprehend it. Indeed, outsiders might be puzzled as to the presence of so many crawling things in the homes of modern, sophisticated people. It might sound
primitive. Trust me, however modern and advanced the home, if it stands in Africa, crawling things are going to be in it, and when it does, you'll learn that Africa has a sense of humour after all. A wicked one perhaps, but I do feel that she has a sense of humour.
As for Retired Neigbhour, some days later, he finally had to declare to my father that Dad had been right all along. That night, he explained, his fox terrier went wild at the sight of something in a dark corner. A closer inspection apparently revealed a black mamba in the bedroom. I talked to a snake catcher this December, and judging from his sudden almost reverent respect in the tone of his speech, I gather that Retired Neighbour's alarm was not at all unjustified. "Cobra's and geelslangs I don't mind catching," the snake man said, "but mambas are just so blinking fast. I just don't know how to safely handle them." As for Retired Neighbour, he is in my opinion, probably a brave man who knew how to maintain his composure in the face of sudden danger, by remaining cool and thinking methodically. His first act was to guide his terrified fox terrier to another room where it could not complicate the situation by involving itself in the fray. Then he selected his new Verimark, self-wringing aluminium mop with space-age water-absorbing floor cushion, and proceeded to beat the life out of his mamba. I'm a little surprised that he managed to do this with such a relative degree of success, but conceivably the mamba could have been so astonished at the thought of being attacked with a Verimark mop, that it had been petrified into a state of immobility. Not having particular insight into the mental outlook of serpents, I really can't say for sure. The bottom line is simply that as far as I am led to believe, Retired Neighbour no longer sleeps with his doors open and it is possible that he might listen to my father's suggestions with greater respect in future.
In a way, I'm slightly intrigued by the logical procession of events in this case: The Heat of the Elephants Valley which prompted the abandoning of caution by throwing open doors that should ideally have been kept shut; The free access which presented the prospects of shelter and food which then attracted rodents; which in turn, attracted a serpent. And the serpent, which raised the prospects of danger; which in turn resulted in greater wisdom and foresight to man and death to the snake. Everything seems so in character with the nature of the Elephants Valley. As for the snake, it too, got something out of the deal. It had the opportunity to add its carcass to the energy pyramid of nature that we all learned about in primary school biology.
On my last night in the Valley, I busied myself by packing my car with paintings and an avalanche of books, all of which I had the intention of translocating to my cell in Johannesburg. Stuffing so much paraphernalia into a mid-sized family sedan kept me employed until an hour before midnight. During this time I made numerous trips between the house and the car, until at one point, I reacted on impulse at a sudden movement by my feet. Lo and behold, a very young fluffy-tailed mouse was crossing the path, seemingly unperturbed by the human presence. I guessed that it must have been a pre-teen mouse, still too stupid to sense the vitriolic nature of the hatred which I bear towards fluffy-tailed mice. Oh, and by the way, I'm not an expert on rodents, but I don't think they are strictly supposed to be called "fluffy-tailed mice." More accurately, I think they may be called "shrews." At any rate, I call them mice, because anything that looks like a mouse, I prefer to call a mouse, regardless of whether it is a shrew or not. In this case the balanced sensibility of the educated conservationist prevailed and I judged that since the mouse was not an immediate threat to my home and worldly clutter of possessions, I would allow it to boldly go about doing whatever occupies the nocturnal hours of mice in the valley. I'm only able to be fascinated by mice for so long before the urge to complete packing overwhelmed me, so I left the mouse and continued my work. after that I ran into the mouse one more time, and then walked into a creature of a different nature. This time an Egyptian spitting cobra, powerfully making its way along my front porch. No doubt searching for an horse d'oeuvre, of a kind which a shrew would be imminently suitable.
Hurriedly, I had to close my own French doors to prevent the snake from entering my humble domain. I could think of few greater complications than the need to get a good night's rest whilst waiting for a sudden cold presence against one's back, and a menacing hiss at one's ear. I am by no means afraid of snakes, but one has to be reasonable. It is a matter of prudence and wisdom, in my opinion, and I was firm in my conviction that allowing a cobra into the complicated interior of my house, could have resulted in considerable disappointment later on. Accordingly, I even went so far as to shut all the windows. I had originally bought these absolutely idiotic fly screens that clip onto the wooden frames magnetically. Your puzzlement is justified. They were indeed supposed to clip onto the wooden frames magnetically by the aid of small metal plates that were supposed to be glued to the frames. Only, the glue became hard and the plates fell off in the bushveld heat, the magnets were not strong enough, and the hairy bristles that were supposed to have sealed the spaces between the frames never could keep anything smaller than a cat, perhaps, out of the house. I certainly did not feel sufficiently optimistic in my expectations that these ridiculous nylon bristles would keep a determined cobra out.
As for killing the snake, I must admit to having become a very slightly soft-hearted, green-minded liberal in certain, selected ways. I just don't like killing snakes or even shrews, when there isn't a convincingly strong motive for it-such as a definite presence inside my house. For this reason then, I left the cobra and the mouse to hopefully make each other's acquaintance. In that way, I thought, I could possibly have a sophisticated form of revenge for Mother's trousseau blankets. And as for the snake-well good luck to it. Hopefully it will grow to be old and wise and big and bold enough to swallow a porcupine back to front if it wanted to. If it had any sense at all, it would hopefully increase the likelihood of this noble dream coming true by staying severely away from Retired Neighbour, his fox terrier and his Verimark mop. I don't know how the affair ended, but in my mind's eye I still like to picture the snake swallowing the mouse. It would have been a fitting end to a ridiculous story.
The rest of the holiday evaporated into a haze of steamy days which made time speed up the way that cold honey starts to run ever faster when you put it in the sun. Mother saw what she said was an enormously big crocodile that came cruising down the riverbanks with something large in its mouth. It proved to be a blue wildebeest which the saurian had caught, and it delighted the family by pausing right in front of their house and resting a while, before it continued on its way downstream, the morsel still in its powerful jaws.
As for the Elephants Valley, nothing seems to change much. It is largely as it has always been in many ways. Everything still continues to try and eat everything else. The people who live there imitate the wildlife by squabbling in like fashion about things which never cease to amaze me, or complaining about things; the poor conditions of the roads, the fences, the rising cost of living, the heat, the mosquitoes, the moths, the stink bugs, and the borehole that collapsed when the casing rusted through. Or the lawn that is turning yellow because of the saline quality of the irrigation water, and Upstream Neighbour's indignation about the elephants which pierced the plastic water tank of his house with their tusks not once-but twice. They drink tea from Royal Albert cups, delicate English bone China in the strangely foreign wilderness of Africa, while they eat Christmas-fruit cake like the Colonials once did. Only they are not colonials anymore, but rather natives of Africa, who are merely regarded as colonials when it suits somebody else's political motives to classify them as such. And they discuss the black mamba that Dad shot in the tree above the verandah, and about how old Sparkplug has grown stone deaf, and continues to stare across the Elephants River dreamily, just as he has been doing for years. "What does he see?" they wonder vainly. "What goes on in the mind of that wizened little terrier whose beard is turning grey and who has defied all the odds and expectations by actually having lived longer and through more dangerous, accidents, animal maulings, poisonings, stings and bites, than any other ranch dog that anyone has known. Mother offers more fruitcake and everyone gratefully accepts. The recipe has been in the family, perhaps a century already, and nobody in his right mind would refuse a second slice. Then they talk about how Sparkplug's buddy, the hairy dog, had mysteriously disappeared, as so many other dogs had over the years.
Dad thinks a crocodile or a python might have gotten him, and Mother jokes by saying that the big crock from the other day might have been Hairy Dog's coffin.
Neighbour-doctor's father tells of how his two Rhodesian ridgebacks had one day just become mortal enemies for no reason, so that he cannot allow them to ever cross the boundary of the fence that now separates them. I ask about the two monitor lizards which used to come so often, and which I wrote about on several occasions. Sandra and Freddie. Mother smiles. "They've been gone ever since you left," she says, as she pours more tea made with brackish bushveld water that always leaves an ugly brown ring on her china. I smiled wryly and wondered what might have eaten them. A secretary bird, perhaps? Although, I must say, I'd like to see a secretary bird try to kill a four and a half foot lizard weighing more than Sparkplug who is still staring at the river as if he can somehow see beyond his deafness into the dog-future where death surely must be waiting for him sooner than we may think.
I helped Retired Neighbour pull up his water pump one morning, and made the mistake of dropping the two large monkey wrenches on a spot where the shade shifted so that they ended up being in the sun. This made them so blistering hot that I could not pick them up even when wearing cotton garden gloves, so I resolved to let them lie until the day cooled off. Nobody steals monkey wrenches in the Elephants Valley. Not even the monkeys. When I went to retrieve them later that day, I looked around me and tried to picture the passing of time as the river carved the valley for itself over eons too numerous for the capacity of man to comprehend. As far as we know, the Elephants Valley hasn't changed particularly much in a very, very long time. Certainly, besides the fact that much of it has grown more wooded over the last centuries, in essence the landscape is still very much the same. I could not help but think about it- what would happen if man should suddenly become extinct one day. I could well imagine it, however unthinkable the thought might be. First the gardens would wither and die beneath the scorching heat.
Then the animals would break the fences and eat what is left. The baboons will eventually break the windows and open the way into the house for all the shrews and cobras in the entire valley. Spiders, lizards and bats will follow, and when the termites have eaten the door away, so would owls and hyenas. One day an elephant would rub itself against the walls and then it will crumble and all come down. In time the rubble will be overgrown with vegetation, and when the next thousand year flood comes, it will all be swept away. Given enough time, if nothing else should change, then one day, it will be as if man had never been there. Yet, the same animals will live there. The same cobras, ten thousand generations later, the same shrew families, the same crocodile gene pool. It will all be as if humans had never happened, and the Valley will live as if the passing of man had been but a mere shadow across the landscape. There is an element in of genuine timelessness in the ancient landscape of the Elephants Valley. I often think you can smell it after a rain, or in the dust of the early morning. In fact, I like to think that you can literally smell the very "age" of Africa. Our earth smells different to any other country I have seen. Strangers might not understand, but they do after they have lived there for a while. Nothing is really timeless, but the Elephants Valley feels as if it could be. It may be only an illusion, but in the dreamy afternoons and shy mornings, one could easily and willingly believe the lie.
As for me, I had come to the Valley, and I had left it. I continue to return for ever-decreasing periods of time, and I'm sure that one day it will happen that I will never return again. That day will be a sad day, but it won't make any difference to the Elephants Valley. It keeps no score. It remembers no one. It is just there, that's all.
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This from Peter Clinckx peter_clinckx@huntsman.com
I wanted to mention the Gumboot Dancers are touring Begium. You may want to mention this in the news letter. They are fantastic. They were here about 8 years ago performing at little events when no one really new them and they performed in our back yard for my mother !!
Now they are touring again and giving shows in major concert halls.
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Eggplant-Walnut Paté – from Dr Weil.com
8 servings
Traditional patés are often made from high-fat meats and liver. They can be delicious and quite elegant, but less than nutritious. This vegetarian version is elegant, filled with flavor, and nutritious. Enjoy it on a special occasion or as an everyday spread with whole grain crackers.
1 large eggplant
1 cup walnut pieces
2 teaspoons fresh gingerroot, peeled, grated, and finely chopped
2 cloves garlic, mashed
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1/8 teaspoon ground allspice
Salt and hot pepper sauce to taste
Preheat oven to 450 degrees F. Pierce the eggplant with a fork in several places and bake until very soft, about 45 minutes.
While the eggplant is baking, grind the walnuts in a food processor until very fine, and set aside.
Remove the eggplant from oven, slash to let steam escape, drain off any liquid, and scrape the pulp into a food processor with the gingerroot, garlic, and olive oil. Process until smooth.
Add the ground walnuts and allspice, and process until smooth.
Season to taste with the salt and hot pepper sauce. Spoon into a small loaf dish and chill several hours or until firm.
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