making my mark

it’s election day in south africa and i’m sure the entire seffrican blogosphere has little else on it’s mind.

first and last time i got to vote in the ZA elections, was 1994. i got up out of a post-op-recovery bed and gladly went to stand in line on the sidewalk  infront of the ZA consul in l.a. to vote for the very first time. and like virtually everyone else, my tick went next to the picture of nelson mandela, south africa’s favorite son. long may he live.

next two elections, what with living in l.a., my newly conferred voting status had evaporated. so this time, even though in theory it should be my 4th trip to the voting booth, is only the second time i get to make my mark in the ZA elections (i’m fortunate enough to hold dual citizenship, so i’m very proud to say that i helped make the change which put barack obama in the white house).

i must say that even though the wind was like icy knives slicing through everyone, i really quite vicerally connected to being able to vote in my motherland for the first time. last time i only saw pictures of the lines snaking endlessly. this time, i was part of it. and proud to exercise my hard-fought-for right to make my mark.

i’m such a dweeb wannabe nerd though! i passed some of the hour and a half waiting in line to vote by chatting to my neighbors in line and by doing random vox pop interviews which i recorded on my iphone. being the first time using the cycorder app, i only discovered afterwards that i had recorded all the interviews sideways. (this after discovering that i needed special software to download said video from the phone to my computer – netatalk). and i don’t have the requisite software to change the orientation of the video (only have imovie6, will have to upgrade powerbook to power imovie7 or higher).  *pounds head in frustration*  so now i cannot decide whether to post it regardless and have people cricking their necks to view, or just chalk it up to experience.

anyway… see it’s not just another straight-forward election post! 😉

that said, here’s my election story in (still) pictures.

the voting line at westdene rec centre

the voting line at westdene rec centre

comfortable shoes in the voting line. clever.

comfortable shoes in the voting line. clever.

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instructions on the door to the voting hall

ballot papers

ballot papers

my mark

my mark

my reward - free coffee from wimpy

my reward - free coffee from wimpy

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all go for goa

my little corner of the blogosphere has been sadly neglected in the last while, maybe because there’s been too much going on in my head which i haven’t wanted to share publicly. perhaps i just needed to process in silence for a minute. or maybe the poems which have been pouring out of me have been too incendiary for immediate publication. just possibly… i’ve also been questioning what, in a personal blog like this which is really just a public journal, needs to stay private, and what should be revealed.

there’s been so much. ending the work year playing out love scenes at work while dealing with my own relationship ending.  losing my iphone after one month during a wild night out with the girls. a visit to an awesome energy reader which shifted a lot of things in my head. feeling an endless expansion and contraction in a somewhat discordant dance with one another. wow, i’m sounding suddenly so introspective, though i think the dance is becoming much more in step. but it’s all good. including a no-expectations dinner with a tall man i might actually like to get to know better….

from the skye   13 dec 2008

i trudge through the dark

in a storm that will not budge

to meet a tall man
fallen from the skye.
i have not at all any expectations
and to my delight i am surprised
when there is but the slightest
mutual spark.
my footsteps are so much lighter as i leave.
the sky is clearing…
i do believe what’s on my face
just might be a smile.
i hope it stays a while….

but that will all have to wait for the new year, because tomorrow  morning, after a few weeks of running round organizing passports and visas, i get on a plane to mumbai. and then almost immediately on a plane which takes me to goa to meet my good friend crystal for 3 weeks of no expectations except rest, relaxation, yoga and play. i can’t wait to see who i’ll be when i get back…

“The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”

Emily Dickinson.

my soul is ajar – i’m ready for ecstasy.

a happy holiday season to everyone. nary a crisp mouse and some trippy new gear……

my precioussss

it’s july 2nd.

if you hadn’t noticed yet, we’re in the second half of the year folks! how time flies when you’re having fun.

or not!

talking about not having fun: i think that big ol’ many-tentacled monster called depression has so slowly, so imperceptibly, one little slimy sucker at a time, loosened it’s grip, that i hadn’t even noticed that i’m feeling better. it’s like night succumbing so slowly to day that you don’t even notice the transition. it just suddenly is. so. much. lighter.

and i like it so much better than dwelling in those other dingy places.

in fact i’m feeling so much better, i’m actually looking forward to something. the countdown begins! 10 days till the iphone 3g is released – a little bit longer before we get it here in south africa and i can’t wait! 

oh my preciousss, sass wantsssssssssssssss-sessssssssssssssssssss… 

(insert psychopathic drool here).