Saturday, January 31, 2009

Super...

Just in case you were planning to get to bed early on sunday before a hectic week at work or were aiming at wrapping up the ice hurling blonde at Groove bar before 12am come sunday evening think again.


Pittsburgh Steelers v Arizona Cardinals in SUPERBOWL 43. The game seemingly lacks some of the hype of previous years with the Cardinals being a non-entity in NFL history and the Steelers not carrying an 18-0 record like the Pats did last year BUT the outsider Giants did upset things last year so expect the chance of that happening again.

Big Ben: Been there done that...

I´ll still pvr it though...the first day at work after a 2 and a half month holiday is more important...

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

It runs through a river...

Looking into the murky green water of Muizenburg from a very stable albeit very hollow paddle board is a harrowing experience. You don´t really know what lurks below the surface, what dark skinned denizen looks up at your sizing you up like a slow moving wounded seal. I think it is probably safer to swim in a pool, or a river.

Actually scratch the river idea. This was found 5.5km up a river. Yes, 5500m away from the sea.

The website revealing the research going on up the Breede river reports that this shark is 0.5m LONGER than the biggest ever recorded Zambezi shark. 4m of eating machine, and what is better is that after releasing her back into the water the researchers confirmed that she was pregnant.

River rafting anyone?

The devil reads rockstar...

Had a discussion recently with a rockstar reader about the direction of the site and its current lack of postings. We made some good points, and made some progressive conclusions. The height of which was that since it´s a lifestyle not just a morass of text uploads it would never actually die, it is inherently immortal, kinda like wingtips brogues.


The devil eye fucks rockstar...


So while you have wingtips on your feet, feel content that you will always have RSLJ on your macbook. Interestingly today we recieved the following sms from a rockstar leader.

¨I was just sitting at a computer on campus reading rockstar and this little black guy next to me saw what I was reading and decided to take it upon himself to convert me. I hope you´re proud of yourself...¨

Fuckin' proud...


No more Monday Night Yoga...

Official sponsors? Olmeca Black...

It is that time of the year again, except that 'that' time as unexpectedly arrived pre-maturely. It is not often that a rugby season gets under way before woolworths start selling Easter Eggs but this year both have happened in January. Let us begin.


Monday Night sees the re-ignition of the Varsity Cup Rugby Competition with all 8 sides featuring in round 1. As always the fireworks on the schedule will be coming from UCT's Groote Schuur Green Mile at 16h45 as the Tigers host Maties in a 2008 final rematch. Tensions will be high and the rugby superb.

UCT COLTS NATIONAL CHAMPIONS 2008: VARSITY CUP KOSHUIS

Pack your anglocentric accent and your blue and white hoops, it is going to get hectic.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Mmm...onday girl...



x

Thursday, January 22, 2009

What are you doing dave..?


This is fairly interesting plus you know how much we enjoy social experimentation.

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.


A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.


A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.


The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.


In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.


No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.


Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Bostonand the seats averaged $100.


Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, on one of the finest instruments in the world - how many other things are we missing?

Monday, January 19, 2009

Monday Girl...


Nice.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Halvies...

So with the Queen´s Plate having been such a fuckfest of success for all involved the J&B Met has some tough horseshoes to fill. However, with the loss of the Caprice tent as a race day fixture, it would seem the day now holds even less appeal. Regardless of this we are looking to invest in the industry so sending out this plea.

All,

We am trying to find
someone wanting a share in half a racehorse.

We have been given the opportunity to buy a half share in a race horse but haven't got the funds at the moment so are wondering if you would like to buy a share in our half of the horse.

We have attached a video picture of 'Stormin
Norman' in full gallop (see below).
If you are interested give us a call to discuss details or we can chat about it next week.

Best Regards,

RSJ.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Put your hands up in the air...


How is it that the only guy not protecting his face is the one that gets walloped? Even the 8 month old baby girl had the sense of mind to raise her arms...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009


Indian Style...


South Dakota Indian picks up a hooker. 'How much do you charge for da hour, sister?' he asks.

'$100,' she replies.

He says 'Do you do Indian style?'

'No' she says.

' I pay you $200 to do it Indian style'

'No', she says, not knowing what Indian style is.

'I pay you $300'

'No', she says.

'I pay you $400'

'No', she says.

So finally he says, 'OK, I pay you $1,000 to do it Indian style.'

She thinks, 'Well, I've been in the game for over 10 years now. I've had every kind of request from weirdoes from every part of the world.

How bad could Indian Style be?''.

So she agrees and has sex with him. They do it in every kind of way and in every possible position.

Finally, after several hours, they finish. Exhausted, the hooker turns to him and says, 'Hey, I was expecting something perverted and disgusting. But that was good. So what exactly

is 'Indian style'?'

The Indian replies 'You send bill to Government'

Monday, January 12, 2009

Like a duck to water...



I am not sure if the title works but even less sure if been boob cuddled is any sort of a consolation at having been born ginger. Probably not, however whilst we´re talking about Jinger, can anyone on the face of this great planet explain to me how 5fm allows the new song by Ard Matthews from Just Jinger to be played on their station...

Bring the NOISE!

The lyrics are possibly the worst I have ever heard...ever...

Mr Morgan
I don’t blame ya
You tried hard
To become a saviour

I hope u know this
You were not alone
The world was watching you
From the comfort of their home

As he put you down?
Made you run for your life
Well we wont let you down
No, we’ve got to:

Fight for Zimbabwe
Fight for the free and fair
Rights of Zimbabweans
Till the whole world’s made aware

Till there’s a show of hands
That have not/will not be bound
We gotta make enough NOISE!
Till there’s a fair election round

v.2

Do you walk away?
Or make another stand?
Turn the other cheek
Humbled by the meek

Don’t wash your hands
Before you roll the other sleeve
Cos you aint going out like that
You aint going out…

What are those other famous lyrics? ¨I don´t mind what they say, as long as they are talking about me..?¨
It is an economic thing...

These have been stocking up our inbox, so though we should share.


This cartoon was drawn 15 years ago but has seem to have foretold the situation of the American automobile industry bail out. Freaky how some things turn into reality.

I guess the real question is when will the dollar drop?


On the verge of plummeting?
Mandag Meisie...


Baie dankie...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Peace and quiet...

It would seem like everything has returned to normal down in the Cape. The flocks of ´rich from Dad´s successful house appliance business´ Joooe-burgers have up and left the cape like their ox trekking forefathers except this time on low cost kulula flights whilst sending their M3 and GTi 21st presents stroke tax-write offs back on the rail link.

Caprice: An impulsive, seemingly unmotivated notion or action.

All is back to normal. The Queens Plate was evidence of this. Chilled stylish relaxed atmosphere without any trackside brawls. Lovely. However, we suppose the respite this lull in joburglessness brings will be short lived as they will return for the bumper Met weekend. Heaven help us.

We must relate however our favourite Joburger encounter this summer. We were sucked into a discussion concerning Cape Town´s favourite anytime spot Caprice with an elderly-to-middle aged couple from the interior. The couple were blown away by the success of the place as every time they have driven past during their 10 day stay at the coast the Shop was packed.

They were simply captivated at hearing we spent New Years Eve there and the conversation continued:

Northern Couple Male: So how was last night - it must have been fabulous?
GH#12 and Showstopper: It was great!

Northern Couple Female: Who actually owns Caprice?
Gh#12 and SS: (exchange glances - should we bother explaining?) Silence.

NC Male: Does James Small own it?
SS: (owwgawd - please you answer look given to GH#12?)
GH#12: (comforting hand on SS thigh, don´t worry SS I´ll handle these multiple question asking enthusiasts)

NC Female: Does Caprice own Caprice?
GH#12: (SS toned thigh suddenly tightens under comforting hand. GH contemplates a confusing situation whereby a parent company holds ownership of a eponymous section 21 or CC subsidiary???)

NC Female: Does Caprice own Caprice? Does she own it?

The penny drops...clatters...and echoes... SS breaks into uncontrollable and mildly embarrassing laughter.

Caprice: Not owning it.

GH#12: Um...no, Caprice doesn´t own Cafe Caprice...

As if that wasn´t the end.

NC Male follows up: I think it was just named after her sweetheart.

Wow...

Monday, January 05, 2009

Bringing in the New Year: Monday Girl


She'll be coming down the stairs when she comes...