Oh, look. It's my big brother, Josh. Today is his birthday, so here's a happy birthday blog for you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOSH!!! You're about a third of the way to a hundred. Fabulous. (He looks pretty good for a third of a centarian, no? Babyfaced, even.)
A little earlier this month, he flew all the way here to Cape Town to be my best man (well, half of my best men, anyhow), and what a sterling job he did. He actually stayed awake for my (highly embarassing) bachelor's party (unlike the other half of the best men), made a fantastic (also, highly embarassing) speech (unlike the other half), and generally reminded me of what brotherly love is.
He's a champ.
He's also a musician, an artist, a computer geek, a softball star, the owner of a space kitchen, 2 great cats, and more records than you can shake a pointed stick at. Did I mention that he looks great in a tux?
Unfortunately for all you ladies out there, he's also taken.
Anyhow. That's my brother. Happy Birthday to him.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Bernard Portrait
Meet my friend Bernard. He's a STAR.
I bet you wish you were as good a toastmaster as mister Bernie. You wish you could DJ as well, you wish you could cheat at cards even half so well. Unfortunately, you can't. Don't cry. It's a high bar to go for. Mebby set your sights a little lower. Try Superman, for instance. Try Superman, drunk, in Opium (wearing a mask, to conceal his identity), perhaps.
Ok, so maybe not. Maybe that is also a bit of a high bar. But anyhow, you should know that Bernard and Superman are cool. Uber-cool.
Nuff said.
Know who else is a star is Carmen. She took the photo. And the bouquet.
The stars are in alignment.
I bet you wish you were as good a toastmaster as mister Bernie. You wish you could DJ as well, you wish you could cheat at cards even half so well. Unfortunately, you can't. Don't cry. It's a high bar to go for. Mebby set your sights a little lower. Try Superman, for instance. Try Superman, drunk, in Opium (wearing a mask, to conceal his identity), perhaps.
Ok, so maybe not. Maybe that is also a bit of a high bar. But anyhow, you should know that Bernard and Superman are cool. Uber-cool.
Nuff said.
Know who else is a star is Carmen. She took the photo. And the bouquet.
The stars are in alignment.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Cheese
Back from my honeymoon, chilling on the couch with my wife and my cat, I thought I should start another blog. Perhaps, I'll even write for it sometimes. One can only hope.
Hopefully, Tam will kick me until I do. I'm also setting one up for her, cos she REALLY should have a blog.
I'll post her url when it's all set up, until then, you should go and find geuszey and tammy d on flickr, so you can see our pics. The honeymoon was great, although the food could've been better. Perhaps I'm spoiled and maybe even a bit snobby about food... but usually I'm the guy that can (and will) eat ANYTHING. but I wasn't particularly interested in about half the food at the resort... take for instance, the cheese. I LOVE cheese. Almost any kind of cheese, really. I like a good blue cheese; the stinkier, the better. I dig a good sharp cheddar, something that really punches you in the tongue. But this cheese they put on the dessert table (everything was buffet)... eesh. this cheese. It looked like a beautiful, aged gruyere - little holes, firm texture, perhaps a bit crumbly. Imagine my dissappointment when I took a nibble, and tasted ... hrmm, how do you describe it? spoiled bats milk? dusty urine? Ugh.
Add to that: dried out shrimp popsicles, fish biltong, sour orange juice, anaemic eggs, and doughy croissants...
ah, well. Otherwise, things were great.
More tales to come... and some photos.
Hopefully, Tam will kick me until I do. I'm also setting one up for her, cos she REALLY should have a blog.
I'll post her url when it's all set up, until then, you should go and find geuszey and tammy d on flickr, so you can see our pics. The honeymoon was great, although the food could've been better. Perhaps I'm spoiled and maybe even a bit snobby about food... but usually I'm the guy that can (and will) eat ANYTHING. but I wasn't particularly interested in about half the food at the resort... take for instance, the cheese. I LOVE cheese. Almost any kind of cheese, really. I like a good blue cheese; the stinkier, the better. I dig a good sharp cheddar, something that really punches you in the tongue. But this cheese they put on the dessert table (everything was buffet)... eesh. this cheese. It looked like a beautiful, aged gruyere - little holes, firm texture, perhaps a bit crumbly. Imagine my dissappointment when I took a nibble, and tasted ... hrmm, how do you describe it? spoiled bats milk? dusty urine? Ugh.
Add to that: dried out shrimp popsicles, fish biltong, sour orange juice, anaemic eggs, and doughy croissants...
ah, well. Otherwise, things were great.
More tales to come... and some photos.
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