Flying Shortbread

To think that I travelled all the way to Europe thinking they had the best museums. Ptuie . The Apartheid Museum is in Johannesburg, at Gold Reef City. At the ticket office you get an entrance ticket that says 'White' and 'Non-White' - take the Non-White one and the first experience you will have is what it feels like to see the privileged walk in one direction, while you are forced into another. Then, after having your mind blown all the way through the museum, come out and in front of you is a large stairway (with large stairs on the right and small stairs on the left) that leads up, and you can't see where to. You can take big or small steps into the future - but you can't predict what the future will be. So clever.

Memory of Water exhibition

This is my desktop. I spent hours pottering around the Internet googling 'winged girls' and found only the siliconed, botoxed fantasy girls spewed out by masturbating men (and those spewed out by women that accept the macho masturbatory standard). "Fuck that for a loop," I spat. A Cory Doctorow bookcover provided the girl.

25 May (the day his memorial took place after his death on 11 May 2001). To recognise Adams' invaluable contribution to the fine art of interstellar travel and the necessity to make the towel ubiquitous to travelling. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels. A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value—you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if y...

Someone sent me this to illustrate what the big hooha is that the Muslims are having because their prophet was depicted pictorially by Danish 'fascist' newspaper insensitive to the consequences of publishing. Discussion by various representatives on the radio is informative: 1. Defence of republishing picture in local newspapers: Editorial freedom to republish the image but to recontextualise in a more sensitive light - 'This is the image that has caused the problem, you the public can make up your own mind.' 2. Muslim response: No way, you are not Muslim, you have no right, you will not, you will be sued, your editorial rights are moot.

From left to right: Zambo, Cuzco and Tintin. I saw Zambo and Cuzco in Napier in December. I swear Zambo recognized me, although it has been six or seven years. I cried. Helen has gone, but in a way her soul lives on in her dogs and in her friends and in her house, that is still as it was when she died last year.