oprah is the modern delphic oracle. i read her valentine 'o' magazine : about recoverable disappointment in life vs. irrevocable depression (self interpretation!); internal mid-life crisis amid material satisfaction; ownership of self in singledom etc. ...

i'm re-reading 'a new earth' : reconciling daimonism (as in greek 'eudaimonia' - well-being) with self-possession (or rather its negative, identification as in "not-self" possession) ...

at home my grandmother warns that a big bird sneaks in godfrey's food garden to eat the cauliflower. it looks like an ibis; for the past couple of years i see or hear a pair of them flying over our yard whenever i read a significant passage or have a breakthrough in our backyard - i guess their familiars...

the cats have a massive, snarling gang-fight of a hissy-fit in the kitchen by the open backdoor; godfrey's "claudia" protects her borderlines against a ginger cat marking territory (shitting)... i guess this blog is my territorial marking : i'm marking off chunks of my lifetime in cyberspace; but like wilhelmina told mark in 'ugly betty', who also suffered a break-up last night, "no one is as interested" in your mis-adventures as yourself. blogging still is a useful tool for self reflection (narcissism?) ...

i'm walking home when my eyes focus & "i saw the sign" - and it read 'caltex'.

i bump into brent's cousin, jerome, whom i haven't seen in ages, walking with his son & old man.

mr riffel from across the road gives our household a basket of prunes from their franschoek farm - how aristocratic.