Today I attended a “Jazz Breakfast” fundraiser on the roof of a vacant building in Melville, to raise money for an upcoming poetry festival at the Melville Visitors Centre. The weather was splendid, the view was sensational, the conversation was pleasant, and the music was lovely. It was a perfectly enjoyable – and blog-able – morning. I had a blast taking photos.
Unfortunately, due to a grave operator error, all but a handful of the frames I shot were lost. In other words, I was a total idiot and erased them. Words cannot convey the depth of my despair and self-loathing. Joe tried to console me by saying he’s made the same mistake, more than once. I still hate myself, especially because I wanted to write a nice post about the day for my friends at the Melville Visitors Centre.
I managed to salvage four decent pics, all of which were taken in the first ten minutes of the breakfast (before anyone else had arrived).
I like to think that my erased photos are in photo heaven now, looking down at me hunched over my laptop and laughing their asses off.
RIP, Jazz Breakfast Photos.
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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