Just a quick portrait of Robert Scoble, the Microsoft Blogger. He'll possibly be pleased to know that I drew the sketch on an iPAQ 2210, running Windows Pocket PC. And that I'm sending this to Flickr from my Toshiba Tecra M4 Tablet PC.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Die Ou Pastorie, Magaliesberg
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Service: * * * * *
Food: * * * *
Ambience: * * * *
Babe Count: * * * * *
Phone: +27 12 207 1027 or 1091
Email: oupastorie@mweb.co.za
Web: http://www.dieoupastorie.com
S and I have just taken a drive in a Joburg thunderstorm through to Hartbeespoort and Magaliesberg. We're ravenous, since we haven't yet eaten breakfast.
She's driving, and thoroughly enjoying being behind the wheel of a little sports car. Since there's rain, the roof is up though. But hey.
We get through the gates of Die Ou Pastorie, and are warmly greeted by the dude waiting there. He points us to our parking space.
It's not yet raining here, so we're calm and unrushed in walking up the rustic garden path, past a lily-festooned pond.
A dude greets us, shows us to a table, and we sit outside under an umbrella. It's about 3pm, and my stomach is grumbling crazily. But before I can look at the menu, I HAVE to take a leak.
I head off to the loo, and get five steps closer to it. I see a tiny hopping movement from the corner of my eye.
"S!" I shout, trying to hush my voice, but failing in my excitement. I'm like a little kid at a bunny park. "Come look!"
She gets up, and rushes over to peer under the table I'm at.
"Oh, cool!" she says. "A little froggy!"
It's not little. It's ULTRA little. It's about the same size as the nail on my pinkie finger. Fully grown, by the looks of it. But just miniature.
Later, our drinks arrive. I'm sharing a glass of wine with S, to celebrate her getting the part in WE WILL ROCK YOU. But as our drinks arrive, so does the Highveld thunderstorm.
So Thomo, our waiter, rushes us inside.
Our food arrives. S has ordered the Butterfish. And I've ordered the Oxtail stew. I was going to order a chicken dish, but my body persuaded me to go for the meat. It must need it, or something.
And the stew is delicious. I once thought that The Question Mark in Melville made the second best Oxtail, and Sophia's in Rosebank made the best. But Die Ou Pastorie takes first place from now on.
It's worth the one-hour drive from Joburg.
We wait for the thunderstorm to end, and sit on the porch watching the rain pelt down. S takes a few phonecalls from key people in the show, and also makes a call.
She has to tell the writer/director of one show that she's accepted this role, and is no longer available for her to take the lead in his. It's a hard call, cos he's one of South Africa's funniest actors, and his show is going to be hysterical.
He takes it stoically. But he ends the call by saying, "You're going to be missing out on the FUN musical!"
I'm reallllly liking being in a relationship with this laughing, dancing, singing, acting gal.
Service: * * * * *
Food: * * * *
Ambience: * * * *
Babe Count: * * * * *
Phone: +27 12 207 1027 or 1091
Email: oupastorie@mweb.co.za
Web: http://www.dieoupastorie.com
S and I have just taken a drive in a Joburg thunderstorm through to Hartbeespoort and Magaliesberg. We're ravenous, since we haven't yet eaten breakfast.
She's driving, and thoroughly enjoying being behind the wheel of a little sports car. Since there's rain, the roof is up though. But hey.
We get through the gates of Die Ou Pastorie, and are warmly greeted by the dude waiting there. He points us to our parking space.
It's not yet raining here, so we're calm and unrushed in walking up the rustic garden path, past a lily-festooned pond.
A dude greets us, shows us to a table, and we sit outside under an umbrella. It's about 3pm, and my stomach is grumbling crazily. But before I can look at the menu, I HAVE to take a leak.
I head off to the loo, and get five steps closer to it. I see a tiny hopping movement from the corner of my eye.
"S!" I shout, trying to hush my voice, but failing in my excitement. I'm like a little kid at a bunny park. "Come look!"
She gets up, and rushes over to peer under the table I'm at.
"Oh, cool!" she says. "A little froggy!"
It's not little. It's ULTRA little. It's about the same size as the nail on my pinkie finger. Fully grown, by the looks of it. But just miniature.
Later, our drinks arrive. I'm sharing a glass of wine with S, to celebrate her getting the part in WE WILL ROCK YOU. But as our drinks arrive, so does the Highveld thunderstorm.
So Thomo, our waiter, rushes us inside.
Our food arrives. S has ordered the Butterfish. And I've ordered the Oxtail stew. I was going to order a chicken dish, but my body persuaded me to go for the meat. It must need it, or something.
And the stew is delicious. I once thought that The Question Mark in Melville made the second best Oxtail, and Sophia's in Rosebank made the best. But Die Ou Pastorie takes first place from now on.
It's worth the one-hour drive from Joburg.
We wait for the thunderstorm to end, and sit on the porch watching the rain pelt down. S takes a few phonecalls from key people in the show, and also makes a call.
She has to tell the writer/director of one show that she's accepted this role, and is no longer available for her to take the lead in his. It's a hard call, cos he's one of South Africa's funniest actors, and his show is going to be hysterical.
He takes it stoically. But he ends the call by saying, "You're going to be missing out on the FUN musical!"
I'm reallllly liking being in a relationship with this laughing, dancing, singing, acting gal.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
2005-11-26 Roy Blumenthal -- self portrait AND my girlfriend gets into WE WILL ROCK YOU
I'm busy scripting a piece of industrial theatre for a large candy manufacturing company in Durban. Will be flying there to present on Friday.
In the meantime, I've been going through the trials and tribulations of a major audition process -- by osmosis.
My girlfriend is an actress, singer, dancer. And she's just been through a most unbelievably tough audition journey. And made it to the other side!
S has been offered a role in the international hit musical, WE WILL ROCK YOU, showing from 6 May 2006 in Johannesburg!!!
(It features the songs of QUEEN, written by Ben Elton.)
I'm massively proud of her. Yeehaa! (And she turned down two other major musicals in favour of this one. And is on the callback list for a fourth one as I type.)
December is looking good. Got some income coming in. And am prepping a creativity seminar for the staff at an upmarket school in Sandton.
Coffee-Shop Schmuck reviews will resume as usual one of these days. Still in reinvention mode at the moment. So I'll probably just stick to updating my blog via my Flickr site. www.flickr.com/photos/56788416@N00/
Blue skies
love
Roy
In the meantime, I've been going through the trials and tribulations of a major audition process -- by osmosis.
My girlfriend is an actress, singer, dancer. And she's just been through a most unbelievably tough audition journey. And made it to the other side!
S has been offered a role in the international hit musical, WE WILL ROCK YOU, showing from 6 May 2006 in Johannesburg!!!
(It features the songs of QUEEN, written by Ben Elton.)
I'm massively proud of her. Yeehaa! (And she turned down two other major musicals in favour of this one. And is on the callback list for a fourth one as I type.)
December is looking good. Got some income coming in. And am prepping a creativity seminar for the staff at an upmarket school in Sandton.
Coffee-Shop Schmuck reviews will resume as usual one of these days. Still in reinvention mode at the moment. So I'll probably just stick to updating my blog via my Flickr site. www.flickr.com/photos/56788416@N00/
Blue skies
love
Roy
Monday, November 21, 2005
2005-11-20 Geo Britto -- Augusto Boal's Theatre of the Oppressed
Geo Britto is from Rio, Brazil. He's one of the maestros of Augusto Boal's THEATRE OF THE OPPRESSED. He was recently in Johannesburg, teaching a workshop on Forum Theatre, one of Boal's key techniques. I was at the workshop learning how to mount theatre of the oppressed productions.
2005-11-17 Dr Ian Watt
I had a friendly visit to my new dentist on Thursday. Awesome dentist. Definitely the best I've ever had. I drew this on my palmtop while he was peering into my mouth. (I was also using the palmtop as a communication device, scrawling little notes to him and his assistant while they worked.)
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