Get one, or all 8 at her School and Stuff website
These are just two of the covers in the collection.
Get them now, to make sure your childs school books are unique!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Photograph Give Away!
Prize Winning Photographer of East London, South Africa, Teresa Schultz, is giving away ready to print images, as school book covers.
Get one, or all 8 at her School and Stuff website
Get one, or all 8 at her School and Stuff website
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Kyocera malpractice? You decide.
The case against an office automation supplier
My daughter lives in another city. She was employed at the subsidiary offices of a leading office automation supplier.
A recent investigation by the owning company led to an investigation, which indicated that the branh manager and one other staff member had been involved in defrauding the company. As part of the investigation, my daughter was interviewed, and found to have no knowledge of the fraud.
During the interview she raised a few matters that had been troubling her for some time. One such item was the lack of an Employment Contract, and another, the lack of a job description. she also raised her concern about office protocols and systems, and the non-adherence to them.
The Owners Representative assured her that these matters would be attended to.
The replacement management team, consisting of one of the remaining staff members, and this member's brother in law, called my daughter into the office on the Monday morning, and asked her to resign, citing possible future conflict as the reason. An argument ensued, my daughter did resign, walked out of the office, then returned immediately to retrieve the resignation, which she did. A further argument ensued, and she was informed that she was fired, with immediate eefect.
She first went to the Police to lay charges of verbal assault, then went to the department of Labour. within a month, her case was heard at the CCMA, and she was re-instated, but in another office.
The company representative at the hearing apologised on behalf of the company.
The travelling time from home to the office was about 3 and a half hours. My daughter returned to the CCMA, but was informed that she had unfortunately agreed to the proposition.
I am prepared to take up the axe against Kyocera. for a company that maintains that their staff are valuable assets, it is unacceptable that they treat any person like this.
The entire approach from the Kyocera side is fuck you chickie, we're looking after our own. Almost a governmental approach. Do what you like, because if you apologise, you will be okay.
I will start off by encouraging anyone who needs office equipment to not purchase Kyocera. There are other better manufacturers, with better deals. And they do treat their staff better.
In a way kyocera did her a favour. She starts at her new job tomorrow, at almost 3 times the salary.
My daughter lives in another city. She was employed at the subsidiary offices of a leading office automation supplier.
A recent investigation by the owning company led to an investigation, which indicated that the branh manager and one other staff member had been involved in defrauding the company. As part of the investigation, my daughter was interviewed, and found to have no knowledge of the fraud.
During the interview she raised a few matters that had been troubling her for some time. One such item was the lack of an Employment Contract, and another, the lack of a job description. she also raised her concern about office protocols and systems, and the non-adherence to them.
The Owners Representative assured her that these matters would be attended to.
The replacement management team, consisting of one of the remaining staff members, and this member's brother in law, called my daughter into the office on the Monday morning, and asked her to resign, citing possible future conflict as the reason. An argument ensued, my daughter did resign, walked out of the office, then returned immediately to retrieve the resignation, which she did. A further argument ensued, and she was informed that she was fired, with immediate eefect.
She first went to the Police to lay charges of verbal assault, then went to the department of Labour. within a month, her case was heard at the CCMA, and she was re-instated, but in another office.
The company representative at the hearing apologised on behalf of the company.
The travelling time from home to the office was about 3 and a half hours. My daughter returned to the CCMA, but was informed that she had unfortunately agreed to the proposition.
I am prepared to take up the axe against Kyocera. for a company that maintains that their staff are valuable assets, it is unacceptable that they treat any person like this.
The entire approach from the Kyocera side is fuck you chickie, we're looking after our own. Almost a governmental approach. Do what you like, because if you apologise, you will be okay.
I will start off by encouraging anyone who needs office equipment to not purchase Kyocera. There are other better manufacturers, with better deals. And they do treat their staff better.
In a way kyocera did her a favour. She starts at her new job tomorrow, at almost 3 times the salary.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
1974 came, and 1974 went, and I didn't even notice...
1974 was totally unremarkable, but for Ms Dreyer, our Accountancy teacher telling me that if I didn't feel like doing my homework, she didn't feel like teaching me.
She did ask me why my homework wasn't done, and I did tell her that I hadn't felt like doing it.
I ended up sitting in the furthest corner of the class, and somehow managed to pass Accountancy as well.
Other than that, 1974 was a blank year.
Had anyone asked me to name just one song from 1974 half an hour ago, I would have embarrassed myself. I didn't have the foggiest.
Now, having done a bit of checking and snooping, its pretty obvious that it was only me that was blank then. I mean, who could forget "The Loco-Motion" from Grand Funk Railroad? Or Blue Swede's "Hooked on a feeling"?
1974 is the year Eric Clapton "Shot The Sheriff', and John Denver sang "Annie's Song".
Olivia Newton-John had a big hit with I Honestly Love You, and Crocodile Harris had the hots for Miss Eva Goodnight
On the South African Springbok Radio Top Twenty Charts, in 1974, the most popular song in South Africa was Kris Kristofferson's "Why me?" and Carl Douglas had every kid in Bothasig "Kung Fu Fighting". Albert Hammond, appropriately, followed on with 'the Peacemaker'.
Terry Jacks brought us "Seasons in the Sun', and in the same year, 'heaven is my woman's love', was twisted into "Heaven is my motorbike" by Sad Tyre. You must also remember "Have you seen her" by the Settlement. I do.
"The Air That I Breathe" was the Hollies major contribution to 1974
Click here to get the full lyrics
She did ask me why my homework wasn't done, and I did tell her that I hadn't felt like doing it.
I ended up sitting in the furthest corner of the class, and somehow managed to pass Accountancy as well.
Other than that, 1974 was a blank year.
Had anyone asked me to name just one song from 1974 half an hour ago, I would have embarrassed myself. I didn't have the foggiest.
Now, having done a bit of checking and snooping, its pretty obvious that it was only me that was blank then. I mean, who could forget "The Loco-Motion" from Grand Funk Railroad? Or Blue Swede's "Hooked on a feeling"?
1974 is the year Eric Clapton "Shot The Sheriff', and John Denver sang "Annie's Song".
Olivia Newton-John had a big hit with I Honestly Love You, and Crocodile Harris had the hots for Miss Eva Goodnight
On the South African Springbok Radio Top Twenty Charts, in 1974, the most popular song in South Africa was Kris Kristofferson's "Why me?" and Carl Douglas had every kid in Bothasig "Kung Fu Fighting". Albert Hammond, appropriately, followed on with 'the Peacemaker'.
Terry Jacks brought us "Seasons in the Sun', and in the same year, 'heaven is my woman's love', was twisted into "Heaven is my motorbike" by Sad Tyre. You must also remember "Have you seen her" by the Settlement. I do.
"The Air That I Breathe" was the Hollies major contribution to 1974
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes to love you
Click here to get the full lyrics
Father's Day 2010
So I'm getting old and foolish
After about 50 false starts, I think I'm on the right track now.
I'm glad the annual Commercial Holiday known commonly as Father's Day is in fact called Father's Day, and not Daddy's Day.
You see, any guy can be a Father, all that's needed there is a sperm with running shoes, and an egg cell that's a little lonely.
A daddy however is a totally different thing.
A daddy is the guy who's there to throw the baby up in the air until it cries, gurgles with delight, or up-chucks.
A daddy is the guy who is there to take the kids out for a while while mom has a nap
A daddy is the guy who will kiss a grazed knee while cringeing inside cos there is a speck of blood
A daddy is the guy who takes over from mom at 4 am cos she can't stay awake to look after the child with a howling temperature
A daddy will always do his best to ensure his children grow up to be sensible, responsible people
A daddy is a friend, a mentor, a role model
A daddy is a lot things. Daddy's share their children's lives, and together they make memories. The sort of memories that, in later years, the now adult child can recall with joy, and share with their children.
I am a father, but only my children will know if I was a daddy....
hm. update. I may be a father, but not a dad :) My Muffa phoned me!
After about 50 false starts, I think I'm on the right track now.
I'm glad the annual Commercial Holiday known commonly as Father's Day is in fact called Father's Day, and not Daddy's Day.
You see, any guy can be a Father, all that's needed there is a sperm with running shoes, and an egg cell that's a little lonely.
A daddy however is a totally different thing.
A daddy is the guy who's there to throw the baby up in the air until it cries, gurgles with delight, or up-chucks.
A daddy is the guy who is there to take the kids out for a while while mom has a nap
A daddy is the guy who will kiss a grazed knee while cringeing inside cos there is a speck of blood
A daddy is the guy who takes over from mom at 4 am cos she can't stay awake to look after the child with a howling temperature
A daddy will always do his best to ensure his children grow up to be sensible, responsible people
A daddy is a friend, a mentor, a role model
A daddy is a lot things. Daddy's share their children's lives, and together they make memories. The sort of memories that, in later years, the now adult child can recall with joy, and share with their children.
I am a father, but only my children will know if I was a daddy....
A letter to my Dad.
I was a little angry with you for leaving when you did.
It was annoying that you had to wait for me to be out of town to have a stroke, but yes, you did wait for me to get back before you started your final journey.
At your funeral, it was expected of me, as the eldest son present, to say a few words. I struggled with that, as the lies didn't come easily. When I decided that I would just tell the truth, it all came together. And I'm glad.
You were difficult. You were obstinate and headstrong.
But you had a streak of tenderness running though you a mile wide.
I recall how you would pick wild flowers for mom in the field opposite us. I still chuckle when I remember you bringing her stones, because you hadn't seen one 'quite like this one', even though it was just a stone.
Your happiness when I gave you a bottle of soil from the garden of the house we had lived in in Port Elizabeth was almost overwhelming.
You rode a motor-bike, and you had to have surgery to fix your nose after a wrestling match. You spent months in hospital recovering from a motor-cycle racing accident, and lost a finger in a work related accident.You played with Nico Carstens in his Skoppelmaai band, and you were a regular feature at the Paarl Wine Festival, keeping Dennis Souma out of trouble. You told a surgeon, minutes before undergoing major surgery, that you weren't at all concerned, as he was the one who would have a problem if you died during the procedure.
As a child I don't remember much of you. You were the guy I was so shit scared of. You were in the house only at night time.The rest of the time you were working. I realise now that you worked as hard as you did in order to give us as much as possible.
You gave me my love for wood, and taught me all I know of working with wood. You encouraged my sailing.
The last I saw you was just after you passed away. I did two things I had never done before.
I kissed you, and told you I love you.
Thank you for my being my father, and for being my dad.
It was annoying that you had to wait for me to be out of town to have a stroke, but yes, you did wait for me to get back before you started your final journey.
At your funeral, it was expected of me, as the eldest son present, to say a few words. I struggled with that, as the lies didn't come easily. When I decided that I would just tell the truth, it all came together. And I'm glad.
You were difficult. You were obstinate and headstrong.
But you had a streak of tenderness running though you a mile wide.
I recall how you would pick wild flowers for mom in the field opposite us. I still chuckle when I remember you bringing her stones, because you hadn't seen one 'quite like this one', even though it was just a stone.
Your happiness when I gave you a bottle of soil from the garden of the house we had lived in in Port Elizabeth was almost overwhelming.
You rode a motor-bike, and you had to have surgery to fix your nose after a wrestling match. You spent months in hospital recovering from a motor-cycle racing accident, and lost a finger in a work related accident.You played with Nico Carstens in his Skoppelmaai band, and you were a regular feature at the Paarl Wine Festival, keeping Dennis Souma out of trouble. You told a surgeon, minutes before undergoing major surgery, that you weren't at all concerned, as he was the one who would have a problem if you died during the procedure.
As a child I don't remember much of you. You were the guy I was so shit scared of. You were in the house only at night time.The rest of the time you were working. I realise now that you worked as hard as you did in order to give us as much as possible.
You gave me my love for wood, and taught me all I know of working with wood. You encouraged my sailing.
The last I saw you was just after you passed away. I did two things I had never done before.
I kissed you, and told you I love you.
Thank you for my being my father, and for being my dad.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
An SEO Case study.
We design websites, and we optimize them for good organic findability on Search engines.
All our clients receive the same treatment, as part of their website design package.
We do not use, and do not advocate the use of Google's, or any other Pay per Click advertising, as we find that businesses that do use PPC generally offer less valuable content and information.
The Scenario:
Two similar businesses, geographically very close to each other, have us re-design their websites, at roughly the same time. Two month time difference.
Client 1 wanted the content in a particular way, and would not have it any other way. This client had a PPC campaign in place with a third party provider.
Client 2 gave us carte blanche. We took the existing content, tweaked it, added to it, and used that.
When doing our relevancy checks, client 1 did not do at all well.
Client 2, scored in the upper 90% for all the basic SEO factors we utilize.
Ten days after submission to the Search Engines, client 2 was ranking well, and later checks showed them to be climbing in the ranks. Slowly, but climbing nevertheless.
Client 1 was slipping away. Client 1 approached us about the Search Engine positioning, and we basically put it on the line. Let us do what needs to be done, undisturbed, or we won't do anything.
Around the same time, client 2, who wanted more traffic, decided to change to a host who offerred PPC campaigns.
What we did:
The content on Client 1's home page was overhauled, thrown around, beaten and pummelled, and given a good shaking. Testing showed good results, with upper 90 to 100%'s.
Client 2, we let go.
The results:
Client 1 now comes up on page 1 or 2 for several seach phrases, none of which contain the business name.
Client 2, well, unless you know the name of the business, you won't find it.
Conclusion:
Sound basic SEO needs to be in place, verified, and monitored. Too many website owners neglect the basics, or overlook the necessity for basic SEO, and see PPC as a silver bullet for increased business
Our message:
So called SEO experts who sell their PPC 'skills', need to be put up against a wall at dawn and shot. All they are doing is taking advantage of desperation and gullibility.
To the alleged SEO experts, my message is: instead of bull-shitting your clients into PPC, recommend that the basics be fixed first, and monitored.
A website is not just a pretty picture on the internet. There is a lot that can, and will go wrong. Have your site analyzed, and use the site analysis to systematically fix your site, and increase your organic findability.
News content from Fresh Content.net
All our clients receive the same treatment, as part of their website design package.
We do not use, and do not advocate the use of Google's, or any other Pay per Click advertising, as we find that businesses that do use PPC generally offer less valuable content and information.
The Scenario:
Two similar businesses, geographically very close to each other, have us re-design their websites, at roughly the same time. Two month time difference.
Client 1 wanted the content in a particular way, and would not have it any other way. This client had a PPC campaign in place with a third party provider.
Client 2 gave us carte blanche. We took the existing content, tweaked it, added to it, and used that.
When doing our relevancy checks, client 1 did not do at all well.
Client 2, scored in the upper 90% for all the basic SEO factors we utilize.
Ten days after submission to the Search Engines, client 2 was ranking well, and later checks showed them to be climbing in the ranks. Slowly, but climbing nevertheless.
Client 1 was slipping away. Client 1 approached us about the Search Engine positioning, and we basically put it on the line. Let us do what needs to be done, undisturbed, or we won't do anything.
Around the same time, client 2, who wanted more traffic, decided to change to a host who offerred PPC campaigns.
What we did:
The content on Client 1's home page was overhauled, thrown around, beaten and pummelled, and given a good shaking. Testing showed good results, with upper 90 to 100%'s.
Client 2, we let go.
The results:
Client 1 now comes up on page 1 or 2 for several seach phrases, none of which contain the business name.
Client 2, well, unless you know the name of the business, you won't find it.
Conclusion:
Sound basic SEO needs to be in place, verified, and monitored. Too many website owners neglect the basics, or overlook the necessity for basic SEO, and see PPC as a silver bullet for increased business
Our message:
So called SEO experts who sell their PPC 'skills', need to be put up against a wall at dawn and shot. All they are doing is taking advantage of desperation and gullibility.
To the alleged SEO experts, my message is: instead of bull-shitting your clients into PPC, recommend that the basics be fixed first, and monitored.
A website is not just a pretty picture on the internet. There is a lot that can, and will go wrong. Have your site analyzed, and use the site analysis to systematically fix your site, and increase your organic findability.
SEO in the news
News content from Fresh Content.net
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Red Red Wine
In keeping with this evenings theme of winter and booze, I want to close my daily offering of crud with something anyone over the age of 6 will know.
The song is Red Red wine.
Originally written by Neil Diamond in 1968, it became an immense hit for him, taking him to number sixty-three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1968.
The power and timeless, ageless appeal of the song was obvious, as it was released by several artists, all trying to better the original version.
Jimmy James and The Vagabonds
Tony Tribe reached number forty-six in the UK Singles Chart in 1969
Also in 1969, Charles Mann.
1970, Vic Dana
In 1972, Roy Drusky
The song was left alone, until UB40 reached number one in the UK chart in August 1983, and number thirty-four in the U.S. in 1984.
A 1988 UB40's re-release as a single saw it reach number one on the Billboard Hot 100
The Hobos did a cover of this song on their 2004 double album
It was also performed by Peter Tetteroo, former singer of Tee Set,
and was performed by Cas Haley on America's Got Talent.
Sadly, the version everyone remembers is not the original by Neil Diamond, but the '80's reggae style version of UB40's. But then, is that sad?
The song is Red Red wine.
Originally written by Neil Diamond in 1968, it became an immense hit for him, taking him to number sixty-three on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in 1968.
The power and timeless, ageless appeal of the song was obvious, as it was released by several artists, all trying to better the original version.
Jimmy James and The Vagabonds
Tony Tribe reached number forty-six in the UK Singles Chart in 1969
Also in 1969, Charles Mann.
1970, Vic Dana
In 1972, Roy Drusky
The song was left alone, until UB40 reached number one in the UK chart in August 1983, and number thirty-four in the U.S. in 1984.
A 1988 UB40's re-release as a single saw it reach number one on the Billboard Hot 100
The Hobos did a cover of this song on their 2004 double album
It was also performed by Peter Tetteroo, former singer of Tee Set,
and was performed by Cas Haley on America's Got Talent.
Sadly, the version everyone remembers is not the original by Neil Diamond, but the '80's reggae style version of UB40's. But then, is that sad?
Red, red wine
Go to my head
Make me forget that I
Still need her so
Red, red wine
It's up to you
All I can do, I've done
But mem'ries won't go
No, mem'ries won't go
I'd have thought
That with time
Thoughts of her
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing makes me forget
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand
Red red wine you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Redred wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah
Go to my head
Make me forget that I
Still need her so
Red, red wine
It's up to you
All I can do, I've done
But mem'ries won't go
No, mem'ries won't go
I'd have thought
That with time
Thoughts of her
Would leave my head
I was wrong
And I find
Just one thing makes me forget
Red, red wine
Stay close to me
Don't let me be alone
It's tearin' apart
My blue, blue heart
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
You keep me rocking all of the time
Red red wine you make me feel so grand
I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand
Red red wine you make me feel so sad
Any time I see you go it makes me feel bad
Red red wine you make me feel so fine
Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line
Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing
Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing
Redred wine you really know how fi love
Your kind of loving like a blessing from above
Red red wine I love you right from the start
Right from the start with all of my heart
Red red wine in a 80's style
Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah
Thanks to Lyricsfreak for the lyrics
Winter Warmers
Generally I go through any given year from day to day.
If it's cold, I add clothes.
If its warm, I remove clothes.
I mean, what's the point in getting hung up over the temperature outside?
Since moving to East London from Bloemfontein, I must admit that the winter cold here was pretty much hardly worth noticing. Until I got what is now my favourite jacket.
Now, in order to wear the jacket, more of a coat really, I need to fel the cold, and I have been doing just that very conscientiously.
This evening, rather than go on a musical mind blast into the past, I dredged up a few memories from years gone by. What I found surprising is that it appears that when people get married and start having CHILDREN, they forget to live!
There is nothing I used to do that I would not do again, with my children present. Okay, okay, maybe a little less boozing.
I remember, in no particular order, or rank of preference:
Beach braais, complete with guitars, tape decks, Beach Boys, Old Brown Sherry and Tassenberg.
I remember the Chelsea Arms, their amazing Shepherds Pie, with a tankard of beer, and the Riverboat Jazz Band. The early afternoon would rapidly become night, and many OBS's would be lost in action.
I remember coffe at the Wimpy, on the way home from sailing.
I remember the very first time I had alcohol! It was Roger Bartholomew who poured a coffee mug of tassies for me, out at Voelvlei.
I remember going for a hike in Bainskloof with 2 friends, also students, and because it was pouring with rain we couldn't braai, so we Tassenberged instead.
I remember walking to the hotel in Greyton, before Greyton had street lights, and only the main road was tarred. At the hotel we would watch the Saturday night movie through the bottom of a glass.
I remember 'camping out' in the lounge during power failures, playing cards in front of a roaring fire, with a bottle of Old brown Sherry very close by.
I remember going to a church 'bring your own' fellowship lunch, and once the minister had left, joining the rest of the guys to collect the drinks from the cars. On that occassion, sadly, no Tassenberg, although OBS was present, along with a Nederburg Cab and a Pinotage of sorts.
At college I remember several of us ducking into a Licenced Wimpy on a Sunday, and sharing a plate of chips (between 6 of us. Guys and gals.) So that we could have a few drinks while the rain poured down outside.
I remember several very decent Old Browns at the Alaska in Bellville, and then 'space-walking' up D'Urban Street to go to Soundwave.
Ah yes, the memories.
Those were the days, and my kids will never have those experiences....
:(
Are you old enough to have memories such as I have? Share them with us.
If it's cold, I add clothes.
If its warm, I remove clothes.
I mean, what's the point in getting hung up over the temperature outside?
Since moving to East London from Bloemfontein, I must admit that the winter cold here was pretty much hardly worth noticing. Until I got what is now my favourite jacket.
Now, in order to wear the jacket, more of a coat really, I need to fel the cold, and I have been doing just that very conscientiously.
This evening, rather than go on a musical mind blast into the past, I dredged up a few memories from years gone by. What I found surprising is that it appears that when people get married and start having CHILDREN, they forget to live!
There is nothing I used to do that I would not do again, with my children present. Okay, okay, maybe a little less boozing.
I remember, in no particular order, or rank of preference:
Beach braais, complete with guitars, tape decks, Beach Boys, Old Brown Sherry and Tassenberg.
I remember the Chelsea Arms, their amazing Shepherds Pie, with a tankard of beer, and the Riverboat Jazz Band. The early afternoon would rapidly become night, and many OBS's would be lost in action.
I remember coffe at the Wimpy, on the way home from sailing.
I remember the very first time I had alcohol! It was Roger Bartholomew who poured a coffee mug of tassies for me, out at Voelvlei.
I remember going for a hike in Bainskloof with 2 friends, also students, and because it was pouring with rain we couldn't braai, so we Tassenberged instead.
I remember walking to the hotel in Greyton, before Greyton had street lights, and only the main road was tarred. At the hotel we would watch the Saturday night movie through the bottom of a glass.
I remember 'camping out' in the lounge during power failures, playing cards in front of a roaring fire, with a bottle of Old brown Sherry very close by.
I remember going to a church 'bring your own' fellowship lunch, and once the minister had left, joining the rest of the guys to collect the drinks from the cars. On that occassion, sadly, no Tassenberg, although OBS was present, along with a Nederburg Cab and a Pinotage of sorts.
At college I remember several of us ducking into a Licenced Wimpy on a Sunday, and sharing a plate of chips (between 6 of us. Guys and gals.) So that we could have a few drinks while the rain poured down outside.
I remember several very decent Old Browns at the Alaska in Bellville, and then 'space-walking' up D'Urban Street to go to Soundwave.
Ah yes, the memories.
Those were the days, and my kids will never have those experiences....
:(
Are you old enough to have memories such as I have? Share them with us.
I thought of something...
I was in the kitchen a few minutes ago, and had a thought. It does happen from time to time, and no, it doesn't always hurt. Only when I breathe.
The thought was something along the lines of: "Mom always called Dad Manny". This started a process second to none in my poor mind. probably because process is virtually impossible in a vacuum.
Or so I've been told.
What do people call other people if not using the other person's name as it would appear on their ID Document?
I call Terry Noenoes. Dunno what the hell a Noenoes is, but Terry is one.
She calls me a shit. Well, not exactly, I'm her po*pholpie!
When Gilly, our jack russell is cute, she is a munchy munchkin. When in front of her best friend the heater, she is a slut!
Her parents call each other Buck.
My dad always called my mom Tits.
As far back as I can remember my brother's girlfriends and wives' pet name has been Spook.
Taxi drivers are generally MothaF**ker!
What pet names do you use? Or have you heard being used?
The thought was something along the lines of: "Mom always called Dad Manny". This started a process second to none in my poor mind. probably because process is virtually impossible in a vacuum.
Or so I've been told.
What do people call other people if not using the other person's name as it would appear on their ID Document?
I call Terry Noenoes. Dunno what the hell a Noenoes is, but Terry is one.
She calls me a shit. Well, not exactly, I'm her po*pholpie!
When Gilly, our jack russell is cute, she is a munchy munchkin. When in front of her best friend the heater, she is a slut!
Her parents call each other Buck.
My dad always called my mom Tits.
As far back as I can remember my brother's girlfriends and wives' pet name has been Spook.
Taxi drivers are generally MothaF**ker!
What pet names do you use? Or have you heard being used?
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Vry, gratis, mahala, free, as in no payment due, expected, or to be invoiced for, etc etc etc.
Until 26 June 2010, we, the blondes at TnT Unleashed, will design a 3 page website for you, for free.
There is a condition though.....
We want to register your domain and host your site. cost? R480, once off, for a year. Hm...
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Until 26 June 2010, we, the blondes at TnT Unleashed, will design a 3 page website for you, for free.
There is a condition though.....
We want to register your domain and host your site. cost? R480, once off, for a year. Hm...
Not much of a condition....
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Yot Hot Pot
FIFA 2010 did nothing to raise temperatures in South Africa. It seemed to do just the opposite, with temperatures all around the country falling like a sky diver without a parachute.
East London may be the gatkant of nerens, but we also got smacked silly by the miserable weather as it passed by en route to the rest of the country.
In the kitchen I created a hot pot (not real pot, its a term that is used to describe a kind of meal). The theory behind a hot pot is that one uses only one pot in which to cook the meal, and similar to a traditional hairyback potjie, it doesn't get stirred.
The hot pot can be cooked on any cooking tool, from a paraffin stove to a full on Russell-Hobbs range.
For 4 of us, I used about 500g tenderised steak, 4 onions, 4 potates, and a packet of bacon. The other bits and pieces, the herbs (not pot, only what went into the pot) and spices, went in as I found them.
By the way, use shoulder bacon, you get less fat on this particular bacon cut.
In order now, braise onions until they're glassy. I don't know what that means, but I read it somewhere and it sounds intelligent. Then add the steak. Cut it into smallish chunks first. Add the potatoes now too.
The picture should give you some idea of how big the bitty pieces should be. Add water to the pot, level with the potatoes. Now add the other pot stuff, such as aromat, pepper, a touch of curry, some chilli sauce, mustard, mixed herbs, whatever.
Leave the lot to cook. Go have a coffee. Just as it starts catching, you will smell the pot burning. The pot on the stove. The pot on the stove with the food in it. Now dash in a glass of water, let it boil, and switch the stove off.
Prepare the plates. All you need is a decent slab of buttered home made bread.
Now add some of the hot pot. from the pot that was on the stove, not the pot you're growing at the back of the yard.
Serve hot, with a decent sized glass of Old Brown.
And why Yot Hot Pot? My nickname on Mxit was Yot(tie). And it rhymes with Hot Pot.
Lekker Vreet!
East London may be the gatkant of nerens, but we also got smacked silly by the miserable weather as it passed by en route to the rest of the country.
In the kitchen I created a hot pot (not real pot, its a term that is used to describe a kind of meal). The theory behind a hot pot is that one uses only one pot in which to cook the meal, and similar to a traditional hairyback potjie, it doesn't get stirred.
The hot pot can be cooked on any cooking tool, from a paraffin stove to a full on Russell-Hobbs range.
For 4 of us, I used about 500g tenderised steak, 4 onions, 4 potates, and a packet of bacon. The other bits and pieces, the herbs (not pot, only what went into the pot) and spices, went in as I found them.
In order now, braise onions until they're glassy. I don't know what that means, but I read it somewhere and it sounds intelligent. Then add the steak. Cut it into smallish chunks first. Add the potatoes now too.
The picture should give you some idea of how big the bitty pieces should be. Add water to the pot, level with the potatoes. Now add the other pot stuff, such as aromat, pepper, a touch of curry, some chilli sauce, mustard, mixed herbs, whatever.
Leave the lot to cook. Go have a coffee. Just as it starts catching, you will smell the pot burning. The pot on the stove. The pot on the stove with the food in it. Now dash in a glass of water, let it boil, and switch the stove off.
Prepare the plates. All you need is a decent slab of buttered home made bread.
Now add some of the hot pot. from the pot that was on the stove, not the pot you're growing at the back of the yard.
Serve hot, with a decent sized glass of Old Brown.
And why Yot Hot Pot? My nickname on Mxit was Yot(tie). And it rhymes with Hot Pot.
Lekker Vreet!
Old Brown decanter pic from Bid or Buy:liz2steel
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Song of the Milennium
At the age of only 4, the British Pop Rock Group Queen undertook their "Night at the Opera" tour.
The lead track, which was revolutionary for its time, featured several divergent styles, and this masterful combining of a ballad segment, an operatic passage, and a heavy rock solo portion helped the song become popular.
Written by Freddie Mercury, most of the song was born in the studio.
Starting rehearsals in August 1975, for between 10 and 12 hours a day, Freddie Mercury, Brian May and Roger Taylor would practice their parts in the song. The recording session of the operatic passage only was a phenomonal 3 weeks long! Due to the limits of the technology in 1975, special techniques were used to render the massive effects.
Special techniques, and 5 recording studios!
In one part of the song, there is an apparrent 'mass choir' of 600 people. Not so. The tracks were recorded, and overdubbed to create the effect. In many places it was necessary to join parts of the sound track. This was done with razor blades and adhesive tape.
It was, at the time, the single most expensive single recording ever made.
It is one of the most elaborate recordings in all musical history.
It was 'leaked' to radio stations in the UK and USA, to test the public's response, as the band's recording agents felt that at almost 6 minutes, it was too long for general release. The response from the public was overwhelming, so much so that the single had to be rushed into production unedited!
Released on the 31st of October 1975, the song rocketed to the top of the BBC top Twenty, where it stayed for 9 weeks. The very same (unedited) version went back to the top of the BBC top Twenty 16 years later, in 1991 when Freddie Mercury died!
35 Years after being released, the Song of the Milennium is still going strong, and still on playlists all over the world.
The Song is Bohemian Rhapsody.
Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics
Single Cover from Wikipedia
Written by Freddie Mercury, most of the song was born in the studio.
Starting rehearsals in August 1975, for between 10 and 12 hours a day, Freddie Mercury, Brian May and Roger Taylor would practice their parts in the song. The recording session of the operatic passage only was a phenomonal 3 weeks long! Due to the limits of the technology in 1975, special techniques were used to render the massive effects.
Special techniques, and 5 recording studios!
In one part of the song, there is an apparrent 'mass choir' of 600 people. Not so. The tracks were recorded, and overdubbed to create the effect. In many places it was necessary to join parts of the sound track. This was done with razor blades and adhesive tape.
It was, at the time, the single most expensive single recording ever made.
It is one of the most elaborate recordings in all musical history.
It was 'leaked' to radio stations in the UK and USA, to test the public's response, as the band's recording agents felt that at almost 6 minutes, it was too long for general release. The response from the public was overwhelming, so much so that the single had to be rushed into production unedited!
Released on the 31st of October 1975, the song rocketed to the top of the BBC top Twenty, where it stayed for 9 weeks. The very same (unedited) version went back to the top of the BBC top Twenty 16 years later, in 1991 when Freddie Mercury died!
35 Years after being released, the Song of the Milennium is still going strong, and still on playlists all over the world.
The Song is Bohemian Rhapsody.
Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics
A meal without the basics.
When in the kitchen, performing my random kitchenary functions, I like to have at least two staples ready and waiting to get used as a vital part of the meal.
The two items? Potatoes and onions. With potatoes and onions, a meal is waiting to happen. In my opinion these two items are everyday necessities in a kitchen, especially if one has to feed a horde, and one is subject to following a budget.
Sunday I drew kitchenary duty. I was a bit miff, but yeah, I went for my badge.
I set a challenge to myself to prepare a filling 'traditional' sunday lunch, that wouldn't leave anyone bloated, but would be yummy and filling.
Without any boring detail, the result, as delivered to the table was: Grilled Pork Chops, rice, cauliflower with white sauce, and caramel carrots.
The verdict?
I wasn't as miff as I had been when I started.
The two items? Potatoes and onions. With potatoes and onions, a meal is waiting to happen. In my opinion these two items are everyday necessities in a kitchen, especially if one has to feed a horde, and one is subject to following a budget.
Sunday I drew kitchenary duty. I was a bit miff, but yeah, I went for my badge.
I set a challenge to myself to prepare a filling 'traditional' sunday lunch, that wouldn't leave anyone bloated, but would be yummy and filling.
Without any boring detail, the result, as delivered to the table was: Grilled Pork Chops, rice, cauliflower with white sauce, and caramel carrots.
The verdict?
I wasn't as miff as I had been when I started.
Make food, or prepare a meal?
What, if any, is the difference between making food, and preparing a meal?
First of all, I'm probably the least qualified person to talk about this, as I am not a professional chef, not even an amateur chef. In fact, I'm not even a cook. I just enjoy messing around in the kitchen from time to time.
The past while I haven't really done anything exciting in the kitchen, although I have been there a bit more regularly than ususal.
What I have noticed, is that when food is just thrown together, slapped onto a plate, and pushed under the victims nose, it gets treated as, well, just food. Eat it and get done.
On the other hand, when the meal is prepared with just a little attention, such as not letting the bacon get cremated, keeping the eggs on the right side of sunny, the meal will be more enjoyable. Of course, adding a slice of tomato, a block of cheese, and a celery stick to the plate will add just that little touch to slow the feeding animals down just a bit, so they can appreciate the effort, and by eating slower, enjoy the meal more.
What I'm trying to say is that no matter what your level of expertise in the kitchen is, a few extra touches to the meal make the meal look better, and 99% of the time, if it looks better, it tastes better!
First of all, I'm probably the least qualified person to talk about this, as I am not a professional chef, not even an amateur chef. In fact, I'm not even a cook. I just enjoy messing around in the kitchen from time to time.
The past while I haven't really done anything exciting in the kitchen, although I have been there a bit more regularly than ususal.
What I have noticed, is that when food is just thrown together, slapped onto a plate, and pushed under the victims nose, it gets treated as, well, just food. Eat it and get done.
On the other hand, when the meal is prepared with just a little attention, such as not letting the bacon get cremated, keeping the eggs on the right side of sunny, the meal will be more enjoyable. Of course, adding a slice of tomato, a block of cheese, and a celery stick to the plate will add just that little touch to slow the feeding animals down just a bit, so they can appreciate the effort, and by eating slower, enjoy the meal more.
What I'm trying to say is that no matter what your level of expertise in the kitchen is, a few extra touches to the meal make the meal look better, and 99% of the time, if it looks better, it tastes better!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
1973: Sorrow, but not really.
1973 dawned fresh and clear one sunny Summer morning. It fell over Tygerberg Koppie, and rolled over Bothasig, quietly.
The Bothasig Primary Schooling system had had enough of me, and tossed me onward to the tender mercies of the High School system. Had they sent me back to Kindergarten, which I am sure is an option several teachers did entertain, it would have meant coming through their classes again. A prospect they did not relish, so, High School it was.
It was a new adventure, the beginning of great things.
Our Standard 6 teacher at Bosmansdam High in 1973 was Mr La Grange. He was La Grange senior, as his younger brother also taught at Bosmansdam High.
Brylcremed short back and sides, highly polished black shoes with grey flannels, pale blue shirt and buttoned up navy blue blazers enveloped the boys. The girls wore white socks, and Navy gyms. All faces freshly scrubbed. And so went off to meet Mr La Grangr Snr.
Our introductions, initially were cordial, and I'm sure many of the kids in my class were quite relieved that our new teacher seemed to be such a nice guy.
And then it happened!
Peter Fortune, suffering from a momentary lapse of sorts responded to a question La Grange asked with a "Yes miss"!
And a quick correction, "er no sir, yes sir", just didn't quite save the situation enough.
La Grange exploded.
" I am NOT your BLOODY MISS!" was thrown out at poor Peter, in a bellow that would have done any Regimental Sergeant-Major proud.
Peter cringed.
The whole class cringed.
I saw my last years of school in being equally as miserable as my first had been.
Thank heavens for the music. 1973 was ushered in by Michael Jackson and "Ben", with the late great king of Rock, Elvis releasing "Burning Love" early in the year.
The year started well, and got better, with notable releases being Nights In White Satin - Moody Blues; You're So Vain - Carly Simon; Papa Was A Rolling Stone - The Temptations;
In fact, here in South Africa, the whole year was filled with good music. I have to include the entire Top Twenty for 1973!
1. I DON'T WANNA PLAY HOUSE - Barbara Ray
2. HEAVEN IS MY WOMAN'S LOVE - Tommy Overstreet
3. SORROW - David Bowie
4. I'D LOVE YOU TO WANT ME - Lobo
5. WE BELIEVE IN TOMORROW - Freddy Breck
6. CAN'T KEEP IT IN - Cat Stevens
7. KENTUCKY BLUES - Lauren Copley
8. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER - Shirley Bassey
9. CLAP YOUR HANDS AND STAMP YOUR FEET - Maria
10. TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE - Tony Orlando & Dawn
11. BABY BLUE - George Baker Selection
12. TAKE ME TO THE MARDI GRAS - Paul Simon
13. I NEED YOUR LOVE - Letta Mbulu
14. WOMAN, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN - Don Gibson
15. THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES - Vicky Leandros
16. I'M ON FIRE - Maria
17. AND I LOVE YOU SO - Perry Como
18. THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU - Richard Jon Smith
19. MAORI LOVE SONG - Double Vision
20. I WANNA LIVE - Tommy Oliver
My video pick for the year of 1973? With great difficulty, I eventually decided on:
The Lyrics selection for 1973 was equally taxing, and I settled for this:
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me (still want me)
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me
'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me (still want me)
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home, mmm, mmm
(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree)
...
Tony Orlando & Dawn
If you don't that song, you don't know nothin'....
Top Twenty from:http://www.rock.co.za
and the lyrics from http://homepage.ntlworld.com/gary.hart
The Bothasig Primary Schooling system had had enough of me, and tossed me onward to the tender mercies of the High School system. Had they sent me back to Kindergarten, which I am sure is an option several teachers did entertain, it would have meant coming through their classes again. A prospect they did not relish, so, High School it was.
It was a new adventure, the beginning of great things.
Our Standard 6 teacher at Bosmansdam High in 1973 was Mr La Grange. He was La Grange senior, as his younger brother also taught at Bosmansdam High.
Brylcremed short back and sides, highly polished black shoes with grey flannels, pale blue shirt and buttoned up navy blue blazers enveloped the boys. The girls wore white socks, and Navy gyms. All faces freshly scrubbed. And so went off to meet Mr La Grangr Snr.
Our introductions, initially were cordial, and I'm sure many of the kids in my class were quite relieved that our new teacher seemed to be such a nice guy.
And then it happened!
Peter Fortune, suffering from a momentary lapse of sorts responded to a question La Grange asked with a "Yes miss"!
And a quick correction, "er no sir, yes sir", just didn't quite save the situation enough.
La Grange exploded.
" I am NOT your BLOODY MISS!" was thrown out at poor Peter, in a bellow that would have done any Regimental Sergeant-Major proud.
Peter cringed.
The whole class cringed.
I saw my last years of school in being equally as miserable as my first had been.
Thank heavens for the music. 1973 was ushered in by Michael Jackson and "Ben", with the late great king of Rock, Elvis releasing "Burning Love" early in the year.
The year started well, and got better, with notable releases being Nights In White Satin - Moody Blues; You're So Vain - Carly Simon; Papa Was A Rolling Stone - The Temptations;
In fact, here in South Africa, the whole year was filled with good music. I have to include the entire Top Twenty for 1973!
1. I DON'T WANNA PLAY HOUSE - Barbara Ray
2. HEAVEN IS MY WOMAN'S LOVE - Tommy Overstreet
3. SORROW - David Bowie
4. I'D LOVE YOU TO WANT ME - Lobo
5. WE BELIEVE IN TOMORROW - Freddy Breck
6. CAN'T KEEP IT IN - Cat Stevens
7. KENTUCKY BLUES - Lauren Copley
8. NEVER, NEVER, NEVER - Shirley Bassey
9. CLAP YOUR HANDS AND STAMP YOUR FEET - Maria
10. TIE A YELLOW RIBBON ROUND THE OLD OAK TREE - Tony Orlando & Dawn
11. BABY BLUE - George Baker Selection
12. TAKE ME TO THE MARDI GRAS - Paul Simon
13. I NEED YOUR LOVE - Letta Mbulu
14. WOMAN, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN - Don Gibson
15. THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES - Vicky Leandros
16. I'M ON FIRE - Maria
17. AND I LOVE YOU SO - Perry Como
18. THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU - Richard Jon Smith
19. MAORI LOVE SONG - Double Vision
20. I WANNA LIVE - Tommy Oliver
My video pick for the year of 1973? With great difficulty, I eventually decided on:
The Lyrics selection for 1973 was equally taxing, and I settled for this:
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me (still want me)
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
Bus driver, please look for me
'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me (still want me)
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree
I'm comin' home, mmm, mmm
(Tie a ribbon 'round the old oak tree)
...
Tony Orlando & Dawn
If you don't that song, you don't know nothin'....
Top Twenty from:http://www.rock.co.za
and the lyrics from http://homepage.ntlworld.com/gary.hart
Friday, June 11, 2010
FIFA 2010 South African SOkka SuPPohta
This arrived in my e-mail box a few minutes ago.
I have no idea where it originated, but I do need to share it with all.
Could this really be a typical Proudly South African Soccer Supporter, or is it merely indicative of the wide support Bafana Banana enjoy?
I have no idea where it originated, but I do need to share it with all.
Could this really be a typical Proudly South African Soccer Supporter, or is it merely indicative of the wide support Bafana Banana enjoy?
What is a Banana Republic?
Is South Africa a Banana Republic?
Exhaustive research into the Banana Republic and South African qualification as such, came about after a conversation with my brother in the U.K.. In my humble, twisted and totally objective opinion regarding this somewhat subjective topic, my answer must be:
dunno....
yes
no
not yet
wait and see
who cares
Or, none of the above.
Alternately, based on the evidence I am about to provide, and using your own cognisant powers of observation, and logic, you decide for yourself!
Generally, when researching, my first stop is Wikipedia. I can find anything there to substantiate my arguments. I also used another reference source, viz. Wisegeek
The question that arises from these observations, is what colour will the headband on bra Jules Malmoers hat be?
Now having written this, my opinion regarding South Africa and its qualification for entry into the International Association of Misunderstood Democracies becomes clear.
Before final admission into aforementioned society of Banana Republics can be finalized, PLEASE change the name of the country. Sorry bra Jakes, but I am proudly South African. I am NOT proud of what the ANC have turned it into. South Africa has the potential to be a major international force, in all fields, if managed properly.
So okay, I didn't, won't, and don't support the ANC. I also don't eat jelly or hug trees. That's my choice in life. But if South Africa is going to take the final little toddler steps to becoming a Full Blown Banana Republic, let it not be as South Africa.
Oh yes, the picture up top? It's the official Banana Republic flag...
Exhaustive research into the Banana Republic and South African qualification as such, came about after a conversation with my brother in the U.K.. In my humble, twisted and totally objective opinion regarding this somewhat subjective topic, my answer must be:
dunno....
yes
no
not yet
wait and see
who cares
Or, none of the above.
Alternately, based on the evidence I am about to provide, and using your own cognisant powers of observation, and logic, you decide for yourself!
Generally, when researching, my first stop is Wikipedia. I can find anything there to substantiate my arguments. I also used another reference source, viz. Wisegeek
- Below are features common to Banana Republics:
- politically unstable,
- dependent on limited agriculture
- ruled by a small, self-elected, wealthy, and corrupt clique
- sham democracies
- Corruption at all levels
- a system rife with bribes
- black markets
- Increasing privatization of basic social services
The question that arises from these observations, is what colour will the headband on bra Jules Malmoers hat be?
Now having written this, my opinion regarding South Africa and its qualification for entry into the International Association of Misunderstood Democracies becomes clear.
Before final admission into aforementioned society of Banana Republics can be finalized, PLEASE change the name of the country. Sorry bra Jakes, but I am proudly South African. I am NOT proud of what the ANC have turned it into. South Africa has the potential to be a major international force, in all fields, if managed properly.
So okay, I didn't, won't, and don't support the ANC. I also don't eat jelly or hug trees. That's my choice in life. But if South Africa is going to take the final little toddler steps to becoming a Full Blown Banana Republic, let it not be as South Africa.
Oh yes, the picture up top? It's the official Banana Republic flag...
Thursday, June 10, 2010
website design price crap
So yeah, right now I'm a tad not very jolly.
Another possible title for this post could be "I'm glad we're not on page 1 of Google anymore", but that's not as dramatic. Or, how about this: "We design your dream website FREE of charge!". Maybe even (sung to the tune of Queen's 'We will rock you'): "We will con you!"
Why are website designers so scared of putting their REAL prices on their advertising? I saw this one, and had to have a look:
The top line should, or could say: R150pm. That is the actual truth. For only 5 pages, limited functionality and no choice of layout.
The next one is a touch more honest:
You need to go to their website to actually find out that (a) You MUST host with them to qualify for that price, and once again, you have NO choice as regards layout and design.
Well. We're probably the same, inasmuch we don't advertise our true costs.
What we do do is put ALL our prices on our website, and direct potential clients there. If the client finds that to be too much trouble, or cannot find the solution they want, we ascertain their requirements, and based on that put together a customised proposal.
And have a look at this post on our blog.
Oh yes, why I'm glad we're not on page 1 of Google for the term "web design" anymore? Two reasons. The enquiries we were getting were mostly unqualified and not from serious buyers. Curious citizens from another planet. The other reason? We no longer have ads like the two above next to our listings.
Our business is primarily word of mouth, and that means any enquiry is already 95% qualified, and committed.
Another possible title for this post could be "I'm glad we're not on page 1 of Google anymore", but that's not as dramatic. Or, how about this: "We design your dream website FREE of charge!". Maybe even (sung to the tune of Queen's 'We will rock you'): "We will con you!"
Why are website designers so scared of putting their REAL prices on their advertising? I saw this one, and had to have a look:
The next one is a touch more honest:
You need to go to their website to actually find out that (a) You MUST host with them to qualify for that price, and once again, you have NO choice as regards layout and design.
Well. We're probably the same, inasmuch we don't advertise our true costs.
What we do do is put ALL our prices on our website, and direct potential clients there. If the client finds that to be too much trouble, or cannot find the solution they want, we ascertain their requirements, and based on that put together a customised proposal.
And have a look at this post on our blog.
Oh yes, why I'm glad we're not on page 1 of Google for the term "web design" anymore? Two reasons. The enquiries we were getting were mostly unqualified and not from serious buyers. Curious citizens from another planet. The other reason? We no longer have ads like the two above next to our listings.
Our business is primarily word of mouth, and that means any enquiry is already 95% qualified, and committed.
Learning to design a website
I may have mentioned this before, but if not, I will do so again, if you want to learn to design a website, the best way is to hand code.
There are many open source and paid website design software options available, but, they all have their problems. Serious professional website designers don't use Dreamweaver, Coffee Cup, or, possibly the greatest sin against website design ever, the Microsoft FrontPage and Microsoft Publisher options.
I won't go into the Microsoft issue any more except to say that if you want a website to have thousands of lines of crappy code, take forever to load, and just be a total stuff up in anything except Internet Explorer, use them.
I learnt to code the log hard way, and developed several bad habits along the way. It's only in the past year or so that I have been getting these things out of my system.
First of all, if you want to design a website, you need to know, at minimum, HTML and CSS. Just enough to get by is not enough, a bit more than that is dangerous. So, your first task will be to familirize yourself with these two coding practices.
I'm going to give you links to sites that offer good learning material.
I'm going to give you a link to a wonderful tutorial. It is a bit dated, but working through the tutorial, step by step, will do more for you than any other software or tutorial resource I have found.
While scratching around in Google, I typed in:
"how to design a website for free"
The results were less than encouraging. The site that heads the list, is, in my opinion, and apologies to the owner, a bit of a waste of time. Apart from offering FrontPage tutorials, you really have to scratch around to find anything useful.
Further down, well, not good. 'nuff said.
I changed my search term slightly to:
"learn how to design a website for free"
and the only site of note, and one I would recommend is the w3schools site. I often use it to check things. Not as good as w3c.org, but not as technical, and easier to navigate.
At this point I stopped. I had spent over 2 hours browsing, and didn't find what I was looking for. At this point, let's not waste time, go straight to the Subcide website.
This is the tutorial I mentioned earlier.
The tutorial is a bit old, but remains a gold nugget. Using the tutorial assumes you have some knowledge of HTML and CSS. This you will get from w3schools.
My recommendation is to concentrate on HTML4, and CSS2. XHTML, from what I can glean, will be dying when HTML5 is introduced as a w3c supported standard. CSS3 is, as yet also not fully supported.
There are many open source and paid website design software options available, but, they all have their problems. Serious professional website designers don't use Dreamweaver, Coffee Cup, or, possibly the greatest sin against website design ever, the Microsoft FrontPage and Microsoft Publisher options.
I won't go into the Microsoft issue any more except to say that if you want a website to have thousands of lines of crappy code, take forever to load, and just be a total stuff up in anything except Internet Explorer, use them.
I learnt to code the log hard way, and developed several bad habits along the way. It's only in the past year or so that I have been getting these things out of my system.
First of all, if you want to design a website, you need to know, at minimum, HTML and CSS. Just enough to get by is not enough, a bit more than that is dangerous. So, your first task will be to familirize yourself with these two coding practices.
I'm going to give you links to sites that offer good learning material.
I'm going to give you a link to a wonderful tutorial. It is a bit dated, but working through the tutorial, step by step, will do more for you than any other software or tutorial resource I have found.
While scratching around in Google, I typed in:
"how to design a website for free"
The results were less than encouraging. The site that heads the list, is, in my opinion, and apologies to the owner, a bit of a waste of time. Apart from offering FrontPage tutorials, you really have to scratch around to find anything useful.
Further down, well, not good. 'nuff said.
I changed my search term slightly to:
"learn how to design a website for free"
and the only site of note, and one I would recommend is the w3schools site. I often use it to check things. Not as good as w3c.org, but not as technical, and easier to navigate.
At this point I stopped. I had spent over 2 hours browsing, and didn't find what I was looking for. At this point, let's not waste time, go straight to the Subcide website.
This is the tutorial I mentioned earlier.
The tutorial is a bit old, but remains a gold nugget. Using the tutorial assumes you have some knowledge of HTML and CSS. This you will get from w3schools.
My recommendation is to concentrate on HTML4, and CSS2. XHTML, from what I can glean, will be dying when HTML5 is introduced as a w3c supported standard. CSS3 is, as yet also not fully supported.
Monday, June 7, 2010
How much does a website cost?
How much does a website cost is something we don't often get asked, probably because we're so darn inexpensive. Or is the term cost effective? Or maybe even cost ignorant?
Whatever the term may be, at the end of the day, how much a website costs boils down to only 2 factors.
Factor one.
How much the client is prepared to pay.
Factor two.
How much you think you can get away with charging.
Cost is a double edged sword, with no handle. It can make or break a sale.
Good value for money is a potential problem for many website designers, as most of the added value is really in the background.
Too many designers place the emphasis of their offerings on the flash and razzmatazz, neglecting to tell their clients that the website is doomed to failure from the moment it launches.
Why?
It is amazing how often we are asked to look at a website because there is no traffic, no enquiries, or the owner is just plain bored with it.
Using our checklist, which is the result of amalgamating several such lists, we go to the site and evaluate it. This is a free service if the client has us re-design the site. somewhere along the line we look at what is happening behind the scenes, in the coding.
Much too often, professional website design companies do not even bother to insert even halfway relevant meta coding. 3 years ago, had you typed Tin Soldier into Google, you would have seen one of East London's leading horse-riding businesses in the results page.
Relevancy? 0%
Responsible coding? 0%
Sensitivity to the clients' needs? 0%
The list could go on and on, and I feel that I should, in due course, highlight some of the crimes against clients (cac) perpetrated by website designers. Not only by the school-kids with microsoft Publisher, but also by the high profile "cutting edge" website designers.
BUT, what I do know is that I am honest, and I tell my clients if their work is within my ability sphere or not. If not, I will find someone who can provide the particular thing I cannot.
What I do know, is that if there is a server problem, and a client reports it, attention is given to the problem immediately. Our hosting control panels are one of the most sophisticated available, providing stats, features, and flexibility second to none.
What I also know is that right now, our clients get damn good value for money.
Why, you ask? And how?
Well, if you start looking at what we include in our price, and compare apples with apples, our offering versus another deigners', it will be pretty obvious.
Whatever the term may be, at the end of the day, how much a website costs boils down to only 2 factors.
Factor one.
How much the client is prepared to pay.
Factor two.
How much you think you can get away with charging.
Cost is a double edged sword, with no handle. It can make or break a sale.
It is vital that the client is confident of receiving good value for money.
Good value for money is a potential problem for many website designers, as most of the added value is really in the background.
Too many designers place the emphasis of their offerings on the flash and razzmatazz, neglecting to tell their clients that the website is doomed to failure from the moment it launches.
Why?
It is amazing how often we are asked to look at a website because there is no traffic, no enquiries, or the owner is just plain bored with it.
Using our checklist, which is the result of amalgamating several such lists, we go to the site and evaluate it. This is a free service if the client has us re-design the site. somewhere along the line we look at what is happening behind the scenes, in the coding.
Much too often, professional website design companies do not even bother to insert even halfway relevant meta coding. 3 years ago, had you typed Tin Soldier into Google, you would have seen one of East London's leading horse-riding businesses in the results page.
Relevancy? 0%
Responsible coding? 0%
Sensitivity to the clients' needs? 0%
The list could go on and on, and I feel that I should, in due course, highlight some of the crimes against clients (cac) perpetrated by website designers. Not only by the school-kids with microsoft Publisher, but also by the high profile "cutting edge" website designers.
- I do know that technically I may not be the best.
- I do know that my graphic ability is not the best.
- I do know our hosting is not the cheapest.
BUT, what I do know is that I am honest, and I tell my clients if their work is within my ability sphere or not. If not, I will find someone who can provide the particular thing I cannot.
What I do know, is that if there is a server problem, and a client reports it, attention is given to the problem immediately. Our hosting control panels are one of the most sophisticated available, providing stats, features, and flexibility second to none.
What I also know is that right now, our clients get damn good value for money.
Why, you ask? And how?
Well, if you start looking at what we include in our price, and compare apples with apples, our offering versus another deigners', it will be pretty obvious.
WIMPY COFFEE, not on special: 12cent!
1971 disappeared into history, taking with it bad memories of school. 1972 didn't seem to hold out any hope for much better, but, I was to be surprised. Mrs Joppich was Cool! The strict discipline of the previous 2 years were nothing but a memory.
It's amazing how some things will stay with you forever. For me, a perpetual reminder of those better days, when we had no cares or problems, is in the music of the time.
1972 was the year of:
1972 was the year of Lieutenant Pigeon's Mouldy Old Dough.
Another Big song in South Africa at the time was "I can see clearly now" from Johnny Nash, and I must not forget to include the song that EVERY kid in Bothasig knew off by heart. The Song?
"I rode my bicycle past your window last night...."
Yes. Brand new key, by the still going strong Melanie Kafka.
Of course we all knew "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" from Joan Baez and the song Madonna repopularised a few years back: "American Pie", originally by Don McLean.
Softly Whispering I Love You, the Congregation
I can feel your warm face
ever close to my lips
and the scent of you invades
the cool evening air
I can close my eyes and you're there in my arms
still and I know your soft kiss turning into music ev'ry beat
of my heart
when I hold you close to my heart
and I hear your voice whispering
I love you.
It's amazing how some things will stay with you forever. For me, a perpetual reminder of those better days, when we had no cares or problems, is in the music of the time.
1972 was the year of:
- Compulsory National Service for all white males in South Africa went from 9 to 12 months
- Volkswagen Beetle number 15,007,000 rolled off the production line
- Bobby Fischer defeats Boris Spassky and becomes the first American chess champion
- And lets not forget, for Facebooks junk food expert, Angela Brace, Wimpy Coffee:- only 12c a cup!
1972 was the year of Lieutenant Pigeon's Mouldy Old Dough.
Another Big song in South Africa at the time was "I can see clearly now" from Johnny Nash, and I must not forget to include the song that EVERY kid in Bothasig knew off by heart. The Song?
"I rode my bicycle past your window last night...."
Yes. Brand new key, by the still going strong Melanie Kafka.
Of course we all knew "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" from Joan Baez and the song Madonna repopularised a few years back: "American Pie", originally by Don McLean.
I can feel your warm face
ever close to my lips
and the scent of you invades
the cool evening air
I can close my eyes and you're there in my arms
still and I know your soft kiss turning into music ev'ry beat
of my heart
when I hold you close to my heart
and I hear your voice whispering
I love you.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Learn how to design a website for free
Some time ago, well, about a week ago, Terry suggested I write a series of articles dedicated to those people who want to learn to design websites.
I have thought about this long, and I have thought about this hard. The idea has merit, as we constantly get enquiries from people who want to learn to design websites. The idea has merit, as we see this as a way to repay those folk who have helped us along the way.
I designed my first website a few years back, when WordPress was still a little puppy, and when a really hot PC had Windows 2000 or even better still, Windows XP. Internet Explorer 5.5 and 6 were the browser to use, in South Africa at any rate.
My first site was built with Microsoft frontPage. And it looked really great on my PC. Then I loaded it to a server. Then it looked shit. I didn't understand frontPage extensions (still don't. and don't care). My server didn't support FrontPage extensions.
Not to be put off, I re-designed the site, using some or other WYSIWYG editor. I don't remember the name. It kinda did the trick, but there were things I couldn't do. I spoke to my Web host, Collin, and asked him how he designed his website. I wanted the same editor he used. His reply? Hand coding! I was stunned! Who on earth would be able to remember all the coding that went into a website?
Damn. In the meantime, I made use of blogger.com (I still do, in case you hadn't noticed). I investigated. I scratched around, searched around, downloaded Gigs of software, and spent hours studying whatever I could find.
It wasn't that long ago, but resources then were pretty shoddy by current standards.
Now here comes the crunch. If I am typical of all or most people, then a Quick Fix is being looked for. So many people seem to have the idea that designing a website is a simple matter of making a pretty picture and loading it to the Internet. That simple.
Well it's not. It is not rocket science or applied Physics, but it is a damn site more than just "plakking a pritty picher onna internet".
I'll tell you why.
Next time...
I have thought about this long, and I have thought about this hard. The idea has merit, as we constantly get enquiries from people who want to learn to design websites. The idea has merit, as we see this as a way to repay those folk who have helped us along the way.
I designed my first website a few years back, when WordPress was still a little puppy, and when a really hot PC had Windows 2000 or even better still, Windows XP. Internet Explorer 5.5 and 6 were the browser to use, in South Africa at any rate.
My first site was built with Microsoft frontPage. And it looked really great on my PC. Then I loaded it to a server. Then it looked shit. I didn't understand frontPage extensions (still don't. and don't care). My server didn't support FrontPage extensions.
Not to be put off, I re-designed the site, using some or other WYSIWYG editor. I don't remember the name. It kinda did the trick, but there were things I couldn't do. I spoke to my Web host, Collin, and asked him how he designed his website. I wanted the same editor he used. His reply? Hand coding! I was stunned! Who on earth would be able to remember all the coding that went into a website?
Damn. In the meantime, I made use of blogger.com (I still do, in case you hadn't noticed). I investigated. I scratched around, searched around, downloaded Gigs of software, and spent hours studying whatever I could find.
It wasn't that long ago, but resources then were pretty shoddy by current standards.
Now here comes the crunch. If I am typical of all or most people, then a Quick Fix is being looked for. So many people seem to have the idea that designing a website is a simple matter of making a pretty picture and loading it to the Internet. That simple.
Well it's not. It is not rocket science or applied Physics, but it is a damn site more than just "plakking a pritty picher onna internet".
I'll tell you why.
Next time...
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Vu Vu Zela- the Voice of South Africa ( Die Stem van Suid Afrika)
Okay, I didn't see it coming, but it has.
South Africa has a new National Animal.
bye bye springbokkie, you were no match for your replacement.
South Africa has a new National Anthem.
bye bye nkosi soek 'n leplek, you were no match for your replacement.
In recent weeks I have been hearing a mournful lonely trumpetting on occasion, and eventually decided some investigation was needed.
I was unable to find anything. It seemed the wailing was from something as elusive as the tooth fairy. Some claim to have seen it, but none can accurately describe it.
As time progressed, the wailing became more regular, and stronger. I was alarmed. It seemed that the numbers of the wailing beasts were increasing, but I had, as yet, not seen one.
My persistence and curiosity have not abated, and I have still not seen the origin of the strange wail. I have however learned, from reliable sources I may add (actually from yottie, the indigent car-guard down at Prestons), that the beast is in fact a Vu Vu Zela.
My source reported to me that the VuVuZela is now approaching its mating season, hence the upsurge in activity. The climax of the pre-mating season will occur in a few days time, in far off SoccaSitti. Those specimens of the VuVuZela that are not able to be at SoccaSitti will be found in taverns, shebeens and pubs, screaming raucously at the Television screens. Strange behaviour one may think, but not quite as strange as the pre-mating season activities of the VuVuZela.
Before the actual mating begins, the VuVuZela will be found, not only in pubs,taverns, and shebeens, but also at football matches, schools, and hanging from the windows of mini bus taxis.
Identification of the VuVuZela is, I believe, fairly straightforward. It is a long plastic-cy looking beast of many varying bright colours. It is semi parasitic, inasmuch it relies on a host for transportation. It is symbiotic, inasmuch it allows the host to experience a state of euphoria, akin to short-windedness whilst experiencing what seems to be the affects of either alcohol or illegal smoking substances.
It is reported that although the VuVuZela on its own is not threatening, the behaviour of the host is definitely questionable.
In closing, my source claims that although the VuVuZela is not as much of a burden as is a case of severe piles, or a severe bloutrein hangover, it is best to avoid contact with this beast, especially if accompanied by a host.
The vuvuzela, or a stadium horn, is a blowing horn, approximately one metre in length, commonly blown by fans at soccer matches in South Africa.
DROUGHT IN EASTERN CAPE!!!!!! READ ALL ABOUT IT!!!!
My title may seem a tad dramatic, but given that the local municipalities are doing little or squat about it, maybe, just maybe, we can draw some attention to the serious water shortage in the Amathole region.
First, some quick history and background. In 1988 water restrictions were introduced in Port Elizabeth. In 1989 an extension of the Orange River/Sundays River scheme was launched to provide water to Port Elizabeth where supplies were limited due to the severe drought. In East London, water restrictions were last experienced in 2002. Nothing was done to alleviate a similar problem in the future.
Yesterday afternoon while browsing through a free local newspaper of limited distribution, we came across an article that just happened to mention that Water restrictions had been in place in the Amathole District since 1 MAY 2010!
This morning, a bit of research took place.
We found that the Buffalo City Municipality is a part of the Amathole District, and is therefore also affected by the water restrictions.
So, we looked further. First stop was the Dispatch, where we typed in "water restrictions in East London". This took us to the archives, which go through until 2007. And no mention of water restrictions.
Next stop was ectourism.co.za, but as expected, there was nothing there. The authorities would not want potential tourists to know of any prolems until they got here.
So, it was off to Amathole's website, where we used our same search phrase and found...
NOTHING!
There had to be something there, so we scratched around a bit, and eventually found an article, possibly about 250 words, that referred to the water shortage, and sugested that we all try to conserve water, use it sparingly etc, and a link that said 'read more'. We wanted to read more, so clicked the link, and were blessed with a pdf, in English and Xhosa.
Great Stuff!
So now, everyone in the Easter Cape, Amathole District can link to the website and download the pdf.
Only 10% of the region's poulation have access to the internet. Think again Amathole District.
Just to prove a point, we headed over to the East London Municipality website where we found more of the same official non-recognition of the problem. However, on the BCM website we found a link to Amatolawater.
PAYDIRT! Or so we thought...
We found the "Latest News", and went there. Nada, zip, nothing, bugger-all, squat, niks.
So, at the end of it all there is a question that needs answering. Are there, or are there not, water restrictions?
Taking it a bit further, if there are not water restrictions, how on earth can Amathole Disricts' Gail Pullen and Sakhumzi Somyo be allowed to spread rumours?
If there are water restrictions, should the POPULATION, those people that use the water, and those people who will ultimately pay fines and levies for excessive useage; should they not have been informed?
Sakhumzi Somyo, Gail Pullen, Hellen Neal-May, of Amathole District,
our Mayor, Zukisa Faku,
and
Nothemba Mlonzi and Nomonde Mnukwa of Amathole Water
must be held accountable.
These people are to be forced to pay the fines and levies they will try to extract from the residents who were kept uninformed.
Of course, taking the stance that a South African politician be held accountable is ludicrous.
For more, read about the 2010 Water restrictions in East London South Africa
First, some quick history and background. In 1988 water restrictions were introduced in Port Elizabeth. In 1989 an extension of the Orange River/Sundays River scheme was launched to provide water to Port Elizabeth where supplies were limited due to the severe drought. In East London, water restrictions were last experienced in 2002. Nothing was done to alleviate a similar problem in the future.
Yesterday afternoon while browsing through a free local newspaper of limited distribution, we came across an article that just happened to mention that Water restrictions had been in place in the Amathole District since 1 MAY 2010!
This morning, a bit of research took place.
We found that the Buffalo City Municipality is a part of the Amathole District, and is therefore also affected by the water restrictions.
So, we looked further. First stop was the Dispatch, where we typed in "water restrictions in East London". This took us to the archives, which go through until 2007. And no mention of water restrictions.
Next stop was ectourism.co.za, but as expected, there was nothing there. The authorities would not want potential tourists to know of any prolems until they got here.
So, it was off to Amathole's website, where we used our same search phrase and found...
NOTHING!
There had to be something there, so we scratched around a bit, and eventually found an article, possibly about 250 words, that referred to the water shortage, and sugested that we all try to conserve water, use it sparingly etc, and a link that said 'read more'. We wanted to read more, so clicked the link, and were blessed with a pdf, in English and Xhosa.
Great Stuff!
So now, everyone in the Easter Cape, Amathole District can link to the website and download the pdf.
DUH!
Just to prove a point, we headed over to the East London Municipality website where we found more of the same official non-recognition of the problem. However, on the BCM website we found a link to Amatolawater.
PAYDIRT! Or so we thought...
We found the "Latest News", and went there. Nada, zip, nothing, bugger-all, squat, niks.
So, at the end of it all there is a question that needs answering. Are there, or are there not, water restrictions?
Taking it a bit further, if there are not water restrictions, how on earth can Amathole Disricts' Gail Pullen and Sakhumzi Somyo be allowed to spread rumours?
If there are water restrictions, should the POPULATION, those people that use the water, and those people who will ultimately pay fines and levies for excessive useage; should they not have been informed?
Sakhumzi Somyo, Gail Pullen, Hellen Neal-May, of Amathole District,
our Mayor, Zukisa Faku,
and
Nothemba Mlonzi and Nomonde Mnukwa of Amathole Water
must be held accountable.
These people are to be forced to pay the fines and levies they will try to extract from the residents who were kept uninformed.
Of course, taking the stance that a South African politician be held accountable is ludicrous.
For more, read about the 2010 Water restrictions in East London South Africa
Friday, June 4, 2010
Web Design Concepts
So I'm a bit arrogant.
I did a test at Brainbench yesterday as part of my oDesk sign-up process.
Web Design Concepts was the test, and I reckon I did okay. The test covers several fields that are relevant to website design, and I scored an 82% percentile. This does not mean I got 82%. It means I beat 82% of all the others that have taken the test.
What I'm particularly pleased about is that this test is international. It's not a local product, and has many been attempted by many 1000's of web designers. I am largely self taught, and many 'qualified' designers scoff at the idea of independent testing.
I find this interesting, as we go to great lengths to ensure that our base code, of any site, before script insertion, is w3c valid html and css. Why do 'qualified' designers scoff at these tests? Many of their sites, and we have re-designed several of them, do not validate, they break apart in different browsers, or, which happens so often, has a little notice saying something like:"This site is best viewed in IE6 on a 1024 x 768 screen".
It is ant web designers responsibility to their client to ensure maximum viewability, and if that means making sure the site looks equally good in 3 or 4 browsers, it needs to be done, not fobbed off with a lame excuse.
Here is my Test Result, click on the badge below:
I did a test at Brainbench yesterday as part of my oDesk sign-up process.
Web Design Concepts was the test, and I reckon I did okay. The test covers several fields that are relevant to website design, and I scored an 82% percentile. This does not mean I got 82%. It means I beat 82% of all the others that have taken the test.
What I'm particularly pleased about is that this test is international. It's not a local product, and has many been attempted by many 1000's of web designers. I am largely self taught, and many 'qualified' designers scoff at the idea of independent testing.
I find this interesting, as we go to great lengths to ensure that our base code, of any site, before script insertion, is w3c valid html and css. Why do 'qualified' designers scoff at these tests? Many of their sites, and we have re-designed several of them, do not validate, they break apart in different browsers, or, which happens so often, has a little notice saying something like:"This site is best viewed in IE6 on a 1024 x 768 screen".
It is ant web designers responsibility to their client to ensure maximum viewability, and if that means making sure the site looks equally good in 3 or 4 browsers, it needs to be done, not fobbed off with a lame excuse.
Here is my Test Result, click on the badge below:
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
For my Baby... :)
verse 1:
No New Years Day to celebrate,
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away,
No first of spring, no song to sing,
In fact, here's just another ordinary day.
chorus:
I just called to say I love you;
I just called to say how much I care;
I just called to say I love you,
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
verse 2:
No April rain, no flowers' bloom,
No wedding Saturday within the month of June.
But what it is is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you.
verse 3:
No summer's high, no warm July,
No harvest moon to light one tender August night,
No autumn breeze, no falling leaves,
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies.
verse 4:
No Libra sun, no Hallowe'en,
No giving thanks for all the Christmas joy you bring,
But what it is, tho' old, so new,
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.
No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away,
No first of spring, no song to sing,
In fact, here's just another ordinary day.
chorus:
I just called to say I love you;
I just called to say how much I care;
I just called to say I love you,
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
verse 2:
No April rain, no flowers' bloom,
No wedding Saturday within the month of June.
But what it is is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you.
verse 3:
No summer's high, no warm July,
No harvest moon to light one tender August night,
No autumn breeze, no falling leaves,
Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies.
verse 4:
No Libra sun, no Hallowe'en,
No giving thanks for all the Christmas joy you bring,
But what it is, tho' old, so new,
To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.
Slugs and Earthworms for dinner
Okay, this was never meant to be here, this is purely random, and totally spontaneous. I'm being spontaneous.
This evening was nothing fancy, just 2 minute noodles. The Beef noodles being sold at OK Foods for R2-79.
As things go, Terry suggested we add something to the noodles to make them something a bit more interesting than noodles. I would have suggested steak, but if we could afford steak we wouldn't have bought noodles.
In any case I didn't feel like spending too much time on kitchenary functioning.
We eventually settled on mushrooms. it had to be tinned, 'cos I couldn't get fresh. Once in the kitchen, it was, as usual, a few onions.
(Onions are healthy and good for you. If they aren't, too bad, they are really nice on a sandwich.)
Slice onions kinda thin, and fry them up. I used just enough Holsum to coat the bottom of the pan. Done like this the onions don't get oily, but you do need to keep them moving or they catch and caremelise. When the onions are done, a teaspoonish sized lump of marmite goes in, and is mixed into the onion mess. Then add the mushrooms, juice and all.
The pan is going to steam and sizzle, ignore it, or shout right back. If you can't sing in Chinese, pretend the noodles are pasta, and sing in Italian. If you can't sing in Italian, well, anything will actually do.
While the mushroom juice is steaming away, boil the kettle for the noodles. Pour boiled water over noodles. Sing the Macaroni song. Or even Bridge over troubled waters if you remember the words. Those were the days, is also a good choice, just remember, mama aint gonna cook no more no more no more no more...
Noodles are soft, tender, and unravelled, mushroom and onion stuff is almost dry. Scoop some mushroom stuff onto the noodles and tuck in. If, at any time during the preparation of this meal you sang Sayonara, you get to use chopsticks. If you sang an English song, you get to use a fork. If you went really ethnic, and rocked along with Mama Thembu, use your hands. If you sang Italian, cut a horses head off...
What you now have in your plate is a bit of a mess, but get a loaded fork full into your mouth, and close your eyes....
Feel the worms (noodles) and slugs (mushrooms) wriggle and wiggle...
Lekker Vreet!
Cheers!
This evening was nothing fancy, just 2 minute noodles. The Beef noodles being sold at OK Foods for R2-79.
As things go, Terry suggested we add something to the noodles to make them something a bit more interesting than noodles. I would have suggested steak, but if we could afford steak we wouldn't have bought noodles.
In any case I didn't feel like spending too much time on kitchenary functioning.
We eventually settled on mushrooms. it had to be tinned, 'cos I couldn't get fresh. Once in the kitchen, it was, as usual, a few onions.
(Onions are healthy and good for you. If they aren't, too bad, they are really nice on a sandwich.)
Slice onions kinda thin, and fry them up. I used just enough Holsum to coat the bottom of the pan. Done like this the onions don't get oily, but you do need to keep them moving or they catch and caremelise. When the onions are done, a teaspoonish sized lump of marmite goes in, and is mixed into the onion mess. Then add the mushrooms, juice and all.
The pan is going to steam and sizzle, ignore it, or shout right back. If you can't sing in Chinese, pretend the noodles are pasta, and sing in Italian. If you can't sing in Italian, well, anything will actually do.
While the mushroom juice is steaming away, boil the kettle for the noodles. Pour boiled water over noodles. Sing the Macaroni song. Or even Bridge over troubled waters if you remember the words. Those were the days, is also a good choice, just remember, mama aint gonna cook no more no more no more no more...
Noodles are soft, tender, and unravelled, mushroom and onion stuff is almost dry. Scoop some mushroom stuff onto the noodles and tuck in. If, at any time during the preparation of this meal you sang Sayonara, you get to use chopsticks. If you sang an English song, you get to use a fork. If you went really ethnic, and rocked along with Mama Thembu, use your hands. If you sang Italian, cut a horses head off...
What you now have in your plate is a bit of a mess, but get a loaded fork full into your mouth, and close your eyes....
Feel the worms (noodles) and slugs (mushrooms) wriggle and wiggle...
Lekker Vreet!
Cheers!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Tools of the Trade: - website design
Once upon a time, some years ago, a guy was asked to organise a website for his club. This poor guy could not find anyone who would donate a website to the club. Luckily, or so he thought at the time, his computer had Microsoft FrontPage on it. Using FrontPage, he went about designing a website for his club.
Being totally ignorant, and extremely blonde, he arranged a domain name, and hosting, and after many phone calls to the website hosts, and in spite of a dialup connection, he managed to get the website loaded to the servers.
He, and many of the club members were unable to see the website, as it took so very long to open, and the members were all very upset. Out of desperation, he started pursuing the reason the website would not appear on the Internet.
That, in brief, is where my career as a website designer started. One of the very first things I was told to do was to toss FrontPage, as far as I could. FrontPage is very cool and attractive, but produces extreme code bloat, and teaches bad coding habits. After getting rid of FrontPage, I started using Toni Arts EasyHtml, which served well enough in the beginning. I started dabbling in CSS, and realised that EasyHtml was not the best editor to use. I cast about, scratched around, Googled, and asked questions, I downloaded so many text editors, and CSS editors that I didn’t know what I had or had not used.
Eventually I set myself a test. I outlined a basic page, and then, one by one I worked my way through the folder of editors I had. Those that I found I just could not use, or were even just a tad awkward to use, I deleted from my system.
At this point in time I use Topstyle3 for my CSS and Notepad++ for my Html. I will, sometime in the future get around to using Topstyle4, which I already have, but I find I prefer working with Topstyle3.
In my opinion, for Html coding, there is nothing to beat Notepad++. With all its plug-ins, there is little it cannot work with. Being Open source, it is constantly being improved, and I find myself going to Notepad++ regularly, not to get patches, but rather to find what new plug-ins are available, that will make my life easier. The one feature I cannot function without is the syntax highlighting.
Oh yes, I do have a few other things I use. I have Internet Explorer 8, with the Developer’s Toolbar, I have Google Chrome, and I have Firefox. Firefox, and the plug-ins I use, I update regularly, as I find them indispensable when confronted with cross browser issues. In recent times I have not had too many browser issues, because of a work pattern that I have developed, whereby I largely bypass the Internet Explorer margin issues.
My everyday toolbox is therefore the 3 Browsers, Topstyle3, and Notepad++.
No fancy WYSIWYG editors and no code bloat means fast loading sites.
Isn’t that what websites are all about?
Sleek, slim, trim, lean and mean code.
Oh Yeah!
Being totally ignorant, and extremely blonde, he arranged a domain name, and hosting, and after many phone calls to the website hosts, and in spite of a dialup connection, he managed to get the website loaded to the servers.
He, and many of the club members were unable to see the website, as it took so very long to open, and the members were all very upset. Out of desperation, he started pursuing the reason the website would not appear on the Internet.
That, in brief, is where my career as a website designer started. One of the very first things I was told to do was to toss FrontPage, as far as I could. FrontPage is very cool and attractive, but produces extreme code bloat, and teaches bad coding habits. After getting rid of FrontPage, I started using Toni Arts EasyHtml, which served well enough in the beginning. I started dabbling in CSS, and realised that EasyHtml was not the best editor to use. I cast about, scratched around, Googled, and asked questions, I downloaded so many text editors, and CSS editors that I didn’t know what I had or had not used.
Eventually I set myself a test. I outlined a basic page, and then, one by one I worked my way through the folder of editors I had. Those that I found I just could not use, or were even just a tad awkward to use, I deleted from my system.
At this point in time I use Topstyle3 for my CSS and Notepad++ for my Html. I will, sometime in the future get around to using Topstyle4, which I already have, but I find I prefer working with Topstyle3.
In my opinion, for Html coding, there is nothing to beat Notepad++. With all its plug-ins, there is little it cannot work with. Being Open source, it is constantly being improved, and I find myself going to Notepad++ regularly, not to get patches, but rather to find what new plug-ins are available, that will make my life easier. The one feature I cannot function without is the syntax highlighting.
Oh yes, I do have a few other things I use. I have Internet Explorer 8, with the Developer’s Toolbar, I have Google Chrome, and I have Firefox. Firefox, and the plug-ins I use, I update regularly, as I find them indispensable when confronted with cross browser issues. In recent times I have not had too many browser issues, because of a work pattern that I have developed, whereby I largely bypass the Internet Explorer margin issues.
My everyday toolbox is therefore the 3 Browsers, Topstyle3, and Notepad++.
No fancy WYSIWYG editors and no code bloat means fast loading sites.
Isn’t that what websites are all about?
Sleek, slim, trim, lean and mean code.
Oh Yeah!
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