Mar
12
2009
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Imaginings, Injuries and Inquisitions

In the first 15 minutes of playing hockey again since 2006 I have successfully managed to destroy my poor right shoulder. The little bastard has served me well up until now so it’s a mystery why, at the cusp of my greatest sporting accomplishments to date, he runs off and separates from various points on my collar bone, shoulder and so on. No matter, the weeks have been rather humorous so far, both inside of varsity and out. And furthermore, my shoulder is now being tenederly pummeled by a tiny little muslim physiotherapist, so I assume when the clicking sounds that occur when I rotate my arm a bit much are sounds of healing.

I have been conducting tutorials for the 2nd year (sophomore in Americanese) IR students for a few weeks now, and on Wednesday we discussed how SA’s foreign policy affects Zimbabwe. Solutions that were discussed include:

  • Assassination
  • Invasion
  • Assassination
  • Doing nothing
  • More assassination

My research paper for Masters has been more or less crystallized into what will be a legal/historical analysis into piracy, drawing in the final chapters into the Somali context. Goddamned liberals don’t want me waging war from day one, so I have to start with some unreasonably demanding “historical foundation” for my research. Bah…

Autumn has begun in jhb, replete with brown oak leaves littering the parts of the city where the whites live/lived (old trees are a sure sign of a white middle-class area. Because walking in the sun is for minoritahs.) Personally I can’t wait for winter. The crisp dry air and the ability to sleep late entice me.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Johnny Cash, especially his later, non-Gospel stuff. I find he’s at his absolute best when he’s not reciting old-ass hymns, but when he creates new ones with the distant cash style. That being said, when the man comes around is my song of the month for sure.

I’ve also been wondering what all the people I knew in Japan were up to. I’ve been in contact with few, but some I haven’t heard from for over a year. I wonder what they’re doing. Probably drinking Asahi and watching baseball/Korean soap operas on TV. But y’know, maybe they’re fighting Yakuza or something. It’s possible…

I have also conlcluded Stephen Ambrose’s ability to capture the WW2 D-Day landings in historical narrative is quite simply godlike. Before the year is out I want to have every book he’s ever written. So far I have Band of Brothers and Pegasus Bridge. Any donors? My exclusive book store vouchers have finally run out, so now my love for Ambrose is tested in faith and finance

As promised: song of the month: Johnny Cash – When the man comes around


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Mar
02
2009
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Is It Weird…

… when, while playing in a hockey game, to think that your right half’s inability to mark their wing similar to the Wehrmacht’s break-through in the Ardennes in 1944? And if so, does that make the goalkeeper General Patton?

It all made sense to me then, but perhaps I’ve got something terribly terribly wrong.

Ardennes - 1944

Ardennes – 1944
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