I am going to play who/what/where/when/how to explain how this invitation to speak came about: Who: You already know it’s me presenting. Accompanied, as usual, by Doña Quixote. And of course Peter, without whom there would me much more Doña Quixote and far less me. What: In the two years since my book’s publication, I […]
Featured art: Near Miss, Jack Davis (2017) When it comes to lost and found, I have had four major near misses in my life. All four relate to losing my handbag and/or money in public places with many strangers milling around. Clearly the kind of lapses for which I now blame Doña Quixote have been […]
At DF Dance Studio, Peter — his black shirt and pants bedecked with a red tie — walks onto the stage with his team, Fuego (Fire). His lissom dance partner, “the lady in red, she in the chile con carne red,brilliant as the shine of a pepper crimson in the summer sun,…crimson arrow amidst the […]
Military metaphors vs Stockholm Syndrome: fighting Doña Quixote, aka my dementia, or cozying up to her?
It’s been a while since I last posted a blog. Blame Doña Quixote. Afrikaans has a crass but apt expression when it comes to how I feel toward the Doña lately: more than once during the past months I’ve told her, “Jy maak my tiete lam,” or, “You make my tits droop.” So what has […]