Travel times

Family friends of ours have upped sticks and left the dessicated shell of a city which is Cape Town. Not, I hasten to add, because of the impending doom of Day Zero, but rather because they decide to travel the world for a year.

Good year to choose, guys.

Anyway, long story short, they’re (obviously) blogging their incredible trip, and they’ve just posted their first update from Buenos Aires on their blog here, and their Instagram is here.

The brilliant thing about blogging and IG’ing their trip is not just the fact that they can share their travels and experiences with friends back home in “real time”, but also that they will have a lasting record of their year away once they are back.

Go live vicariously through them.

Flute Terror

Flute Terror. It’s a thing:

I used to play the flute. Basically because it was easier than any other instrument. But when I discovered the gramophone, which is even easier, I pretty much gave up. Certain flute pieces still traumatise me when I hear them.

So says Brian Micklethwait in his most recent post.

He also introduced me to the bass flute. I never knew.

Great quote in 3D Latin at Bee Emm Dot Com

It’s been a while since I’ve included anything from friend-of-the-blog BrianMicklethwait.com. That’s not to say that I’m not a daily visitor to his haunt – I am. But he is him and I are me, and thus it’s only when the paths of our mental scribblings cross that I choose to share his stuff with you. Sometimes that happens three times a week. Sometimes once in three months. I don’t keep count or have a quota to fulfill: when it happens, it happens.

Good news, reader: it’s happening right now with this image of a bit of wall of the 5 star boutique Milestone Hotel in Kensington:

See it there? That’s 3D Latin, that is…

Spero Infestis

it says

Metuo Secundis

Which, according to several (or more) websites, translates as:

I hope in adversity, I fear in prosperity.

or, in more basic terms:

I am hopeful in times of danger; I am fearful when things are going well.

Which seems both a positive outlook, but also a bit pessimistic at the same time. So overall, pretty neutral and perhaps even rather sensible, then?

Given that generally, we live our lives not in a constant state of one extreme or another, but mostly somewhere down the middle, this 3D Latin thing will only kick in occasionally, but when it does, it will surely temper our acute and foolish emotions and restore some sort of natural order to proceedings.

I like it.

Golf

Golf. Sport of Kings. Or is that Polo? Whatever, I’m not a fan of golf.
Golf is dull.

Fans of golf – you know who you are – will tell you that it’s not dull. They’ll tell you about that exciting finish to the Ryder Cup in 2012 or some such, and yes, perhaps for that putt, we all held our collective breaths, at least briefly. But it took us four days of repeated five hour games of golf to get there! Dull.

And then there’s the fact that if you want to play some golf, you basically have to schedule most of a day for it. It’s not an hour’s footy, or a 30 minute run round the block. It’s most of a day.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Still, I just think that golf is dull. Brian Micklethwait feels slightly more strongly than that:

I still hate and fear golf.

A little more digging (I clicked a link) reveals that it seems to be the same issue with the length of time the whole process takes that’s the root of his hatred and fearfulness:

I remember once having a go at it, when I was at my expensive public school in the middle of the last century.  I still remember hitting one golf ball really sweetly and deciding, right then and there, that I would never do this again, because if I did, there was a definite danger that golf would take over my entire life.  And I wasn’t having that.

Brian does like cricket though, including test cricket, which for me falls into the same “occasionally a really exciting last few minutes but to be fair it took things an awfully long time to get there” category as golf.

The difference is that cricket has noticed this issue and adapted with one dayers and T20s. Horrible for the purists, but key in saving the sport.
Golf, though? Golf has only just agreed to let women be members at its most famous clubs (although they’re not allowed to change there).

So golf is actually old-fashioned, sexist and dull. And it takes ages.

No, thank you.

QOTD -Trovato style

I hadn’t read Ben Trovato for a while.

When I did, it was this and it had this applicable quote in it:

I don’t have a fear of missing out. I have a fear of not knowing.
It’s unlikely to become a thing because Fomo is so much more of a catchy acronym than Fonk.

This is very me. I don’t need to be where something is happening when it’s happening. I just need to know that it is happening.

I have added Ben Trovato to the blogroll, so I know when he has posted.
I’d hate to miss out.