It’s actually ‘Nostalgic’ but the N makes it less catchy, also it’s not May anymore but please stop being so critical.

Here are some hits from my youth. I grew up with these shows, which might have a bit to do with why am not the most balanced person. But here they are, our favourite intros from our favourite shows (let’s be honest, they were only our favourite cause it was literally all that was on).

At number 1 we have Loving
I seriously did not know you could do so much with a silk sheet and it’s sounds a lot like the Ellerines ad, or is that just the affect of too much daytime tv on me?

Number 2 is the doings of the Ewings. Dallas.
I remember in Bloemfontein all the restaurants would close on a Monday nights because everyone was watching Dallas – true story.

In third place we have Dynasty
Clearly the same music director as Dallas. A strange word that some pronounce ‘Dinnesty’ and others ‘Dine-esty’….also totally forgot Sascha Mitchel from Full House was in it.

Last but not least we have MacGuyver
No one person could do so much with just a stick of gum – not really a soapie but couldn’t resist.

I recently came back from a holiday with Natalie Portman, above is an image of us just cruising down the freeway, the wind blowing through our hair. Here’s the conversation we were having when this pic was taken:

Natalie: Anne, you’re hot.
Anne: Thanks Natalie.
Natalie: Why don’t we become BFF’s  and you move  to Hollywood with me?
Anne:I can’t do that Nats.

              long pause

 
Natalie: Can I touch your hair.
Anne: Not now.

So anyway, we had a blast together and I also gave her some acting tips for Black Swan. I insisted she transform herself for the role, none of that American Sweetheart stuff – so below is a private image I took of her, in the midst of our acting lesson. It was inspiring.

I just thought I’d share that with you. Nats, if you’re reading this, please call me, I’d like my CD’s back…left them in your car.

There is this weird phenomenon of watching cute animals on youtube. It’s a sign of our times really, people have become too accessible to each other – just a click away from that scary murderer living in Utah – so we have turned to the animal kingdom, at least that’s my theory. These little pets becoming overnight successes because they are filmed yawning or are dressed in tiny human clothing (suits and tutus are my personal favourate). I say STOP THE MADNESS. Now every pet owner out there thinks their pet is the cutests (fyi it’s not…mine is – I have two Saugage dogs – Lulu and Gigi) and they just can’t resist putting lamo vids on the internet for the world to see.

Please watch exhibit A:

For those of you that watched till the end – I’m sorry.

Now I would like to present Exhibit B. A song by, Bruno Mars – the same guys that brought you these ridiculous lyrics:

I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh

Here’s their song about doing nothing and it has some choreography and check shirts. Also it features PEOPLE dressed as animals – Manimals. Now we’re talking.

So I’m a half-Afrikaans, half-English, half-Jewish, half-German, that grew up climbing trees and had ice cream cakes with Barbies on top of every birthday cake. I was raised by KTV, my parents and our domestic worker, Mondi. I went to an Afrikaans school, with traditions I now despise but I’m glad I went cause it taught me ‘how not to be’. I wanted to be Ally Mcbeal but didn’t want to study law or hallucinate babies dancing in my workplace corridors so I studied drama so I can play the role of Ally. I now do stand-up but sometimes sit down in English about being Afrikaans and from Bloemfontein but living in Cape Town. That’s me in a nutshell…not that I actually think I live in a nutshell because otherwise I would be incredibly scared of squirrels and Im not. I love squirrels, not in a weird ‘I-talk-to-them-at-the-company-gardens’ kind of way, but just a nice ‘I-say-ah’ when I see a picture of them with a hat on.

So I’m a halfie, a run of the mill ‘bit of this and that’ but aren’t you glad we are surrounded by people who are way more than a ‘this and thatter’ – even if they are the Steve Hofmeyrs or the Julius Malemas – it makes life so so interesting. Basically we’re living in an awesome country. We’re all so freaking diverse it chokes me up. I came across this qoute and I thought it was pretty much spot on:

In a way, it’s like the World Cup, where the dream of welcoming ‘the world’ allowed us to feel, for a few weeks, that the country where we would like to live really existed. Not Singapore, not Switzerland, not Sweden, but a warm hearted, vibey, ordinary country in the South. But the World Cup as an ideological project pivoted, really, on our deeply charged, troubled, relation with the North; our desire to be recognized and seen by something we call the World. It was, in other words narcissistic in the strict sense of the word; a desire to appear in a certain way in the eyes of an authoritative Other. The moment that Other disappeared, the moment we were no longer on the TV screens, the moment we could no longer see ourselves reflected in the distorting mirror of the World’s gaze, the warm glow disappeared. – Andries du Toit at “A Subtle Knife” Blog

I say: ‘bring the glow back, but not for the silly North for us, Dali Tambo’s People of the South’. Yes I have a world cup hangover, mostly because I drank way too much during that time and I probably still haven’t recovered but by showing off over that time, it made us all realise just how much ‘better’ we are – not in a weird ‘America-yeah’ kinda way, but in a humble ‘did-you-see-me-help-that-old-lady-cross-the-street’ kinda way. So here, enjoy this ad from Kulula.

Today I noticed that there were more trees growing opposite my flat. Now there could be two reasons for this: 1 There is a good Samaratin out there working his way through Cape Town planting seeds or 2 The Internet has taken over and less trees are being cut down to make paper. I’ll choose 2, only because if I choose 1, then I have to do some investigative journalism to find a disguised disciple / seedplanter in order to continue writing this post. So 2 it is.

Although I pretty much suck on Twitter; I have 207 followers, most of whom I am pretty sure are family members and I really find Twitter rather daunting. Facebook on the otherhand is my old faithful blanky. A lounge of status updates and tagged photos all neatly arranged by Zuckerberg. This does not mean I don’t frequent Twitter, in fact it is the third tab that opens on my browser in the morning and the first place I look for breaking news. It tells me what is trending and which politician to make fun of. Once I gather this information, like a cavewoman with rights, I head over to Facebook and inform my friends. I don’t copy and paste people’s Tweets though…but I do Retweet…it’s a fine line.

Let me get back to my point of there being more trees growing opposite my flat and therefore less paper. I remember a time where hanging out in the magazine aisle of CNA was a worthy past time. Surely now it’s social suicide being seen in a newstand? “Doesn’t she have the internet?” “She probably was born in a cave, although she looks great” “Look she’s hot but talk about living in the dark ages” These are the sort of things I can imagine people whispering behind my back if they were to spot me there. Luckily I don’t need the newstand – I have the internet. Gone are the days when I have to phone my intellectually advanced dad to ask: “Who’s this Lionel Messi guy and what’s democracy?” Now I can simply Google images – what a pleasure. It’s all a click and drag away and before you control alt delete this post – check out this video. It’s informative and it made me laugh a lot, plus it’s cheaper watching it here than on paper. Remember every time you click you save a tree.