A tribute to my brother
Dear beloved ruminants and groupies Today, my brother turns 60. Last Friday, we celebrated at Cape Point Vineyards Estate, overlooking Noordhoek, a place of such breathtaking beauty that even people from Johannesburg are briefly rendered humble. The guest list included many of his Cape Town friends, a group widely known for their refinement, aesthetic restraint,…
Ruminations on the topics we are not supposed to touch and dialectic debate
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies On Pompous Words and Pipes I have quite rightly been accused of using pompous vocabulary that requires a footnote, and “dialectic” probably belongs squarely in that dock. It sounds like something you’d mutter over a pipe in a wood-panelled study while adjusting your tweed jacket. A dialectic…
Ruminations on brown nosing
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies We’ve all got our personal superpowers… and then there are the things we fumble through like a goat on roller skates, plenty of room for ‘extraordinary growth,’ in the words of a nauseatingly insincere HR professional. One of my many extraordinary growth areas is brown-nosing. Brown-nosing is…
Ruminations on hatred
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies A Quick Heads-Up If you’re new here, hi: I’m usually more chaos and curiosity than crisis and collapse. But today’s post? It’s heavier. It’s personal. And it’s been building for a long time.” Usually, this blog is a space for playful thinking and unexpected tangents. Today? We’re…
Ruminations on a family living in Saxonwold Johannesburg
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies Today I have decided to do some navel-gazing about a family living in Saxonwold, Johannesburg. This is, of course, my navel and my family. What else would a self-diagnosed narcissist do? Let’s start with understanding Saxonwold. Our family moved into a house here in May 2010. We’re…
Ruminations on 2026: Indecision, Decline & Other Forecasts
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, Forgive me, dearly beloved ruminants, it has been three weeks since my last ruminations. I have also harboured some impure thoughts about municipalities and service delivery. On the bright side, we enjoyed a wonderful, blog‑free holiday. I confess to a severe post‑holiday melancholy as we drive home…
Ruminations from the Edge of Justice, While Waiting for Godot
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, Not every Friday is soft and pastel. Some demand a darker palette. This is one of those. Perhaps next week I’ll write a breezy, hopeful rumination about looking on the bright side of 2026, fresh starts, better habits, and reasons to be optimistic. But this week, as…
Ruminations of a Boy in the Chapel at St Stithians
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, We are generally advised not to speak publicly about religion.It’s bad manners. It’s divisive. It upsets people who prefer their certainties undisturbed. Unfortunately, not pissing into the wind has never struck me as a sufficient reason to stay silent. It is, in fact, a recurring theme of…
Ruminations on Investments, Retirement and Anxiety
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, On one hand, I’m a capitalist investor. I study market cycles, track returns, think about diversification, and invest, quite deliberately, in the stock market. I do this to build retirement capital. To sleep at night. To avoid becoming a financial burden on my boys before we step…
A Zappean Scream into the Abyss
Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, Here we are again, perched at the edge of the abyss, squinting into the darkness and wondering whether to leap, to peer, get pissed, or to simply scream. Because, dearly beloved, some of us have done something curious: we have become too conscious. The trouble isn’t that…
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