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I have been an avid reader all my life and don't see stopping anytime soon. I love going to our local public library. I love the big wooden door you had to lean back on to get it moving. Finally the big door would move and the smell of books, leather and wood would hit like a physical sensation. There they were. Stacks and stacks of books. From simple books for the little ones, to detailed picture books on how it's done. Rows and rows of encyclopedias and even more books in the reference section. Books so important, that you could only read them in that hallowed hall that was the library. Never, ever, was a reference book allowed to leave the glory of the library. I loved the soft springy feel of the leather clad floors and the pressed ceiling high above. Slowly trolling down shelf upon shelf to find the books that you loved reading. Just checking that no one did them harm since I last took them home. Then it's the slow dance of pulling a book with an enticing title dow...

What a novel idea, and that is exactly the result I’m hoping for. Spewing forth more words, constructing sentences, until I’ve cowed these words into submitting themselves to my will and actually conveying what has been rattling around my skull to the reading public out there. It has been all of ten minutes since I wrote my last blog post and in that time a read a little more about writing. Writing, as in writing for a living and got an eye on Gore Vidal and Truman Capotes court battle trading barbs. That must have been something truly awesome to behold. All I can say is that I can only relate to either gentlemen through what has been put in print or on film since I’ve apparently developed a sense of, hmmm,… what shall I call it, taste, style no that implies active action, pretension. Yes, that’s it. Pretension! I’ll be pretentious and just gab on about it. As far as my knowledge of Truman Capote goes it’s all based on Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s portrayal of the character in the movie...

This is my blog,... where I will, yeah, write about all the stuff that floats between my left ear and the right. Sometimes gets tagled up in the optic nerves and swings round the baser brain functions. In short, all the crap I think about, wonder about, like, dislike, read, write, and generally just let verment between the neurons... I'll write about my favourite books, favourite films (the infrequent ones I see) - shocking actually how few and far between they are. There won't be much reference to TV since, in South Africa, the so called underpriveleged now run the national broadcaster, promoting the dictatorship that is the government and trying very heard to plaster a veneer of civility on it all. Yeah, there is not much to watch on our public broadcaster. Discrimination is still the pinnacle of the broadcast... african languages are used without sub-titles, whilst the least bit of Afrikaans is used them there are sub-titles. Getting the idea that they are just.... Well ...