OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A night of restlessness. I watched two long interviews with Chomsky and Snowden in the small hours when I couldn’t sleep. I am fascinated by people who can not only grasp complexity, but convey it to others in ways that establish understanding through precision and clarity. It is a rare gift. The interviews made me think of one of my all-time favourite quotes by Karl Popper:
The only things I would change are the pronouns replacing the intellectual and the ‘men’. Luckily, a lot of work has been done and our fellow men and women are growing the intellectual capital of all human beings together, even if not always as equals in the eyes of their communities. A long road ahead.
A beautiful day. Eventually, Glinka and I took our work outside into the sun.
In the evening, I walked on the Promenade for the first time in months and then picked up my love from work to have dinner together at his place: and because it was Wednesday, it was time for BBQ buns from the Hoghouse. Delicious, as always. The potato wedges did not survive the trip home …
It was a long day of many challenges and I am exhausted. And when I read the latest news about another South African giant passing away, I did have a cry.
George Bizos (1928-2020) – there are no words apart from gratitude, and tears, and an overwhelming longing for light. Rest in peace. Thank you.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”