This will hurt me...

A nutty subtexture... A hint of chocolate... A tinny residue... Hmmmm.

This is the moon. Have I mentioned how much I adore the zoom on my camera? It's Theme Thursday you see, and after last week's limp effort, I have been thinking about how I might redeem myself. Then I clicked on the topic and discover that it was BUTTON. We've been hearing a lot about the moon in the past couple of weeks. Apparently some fellas went up there and played golf and what-not forty-odd years ago. The desire to get to the moon, however, was not simply about enhancing opportunities for Meg and Mog titles and skirting local planning by-laws in the construction of new and innovative golf courses. No, all of your Sputniks , "One small steps" and freeze dried ice cream was about one thing , and one thing only : MAD Now, I don't mean mad in terms of "bloke breaks record for number of scorpions he can get up his bum", no I mean MAD as in Mutual assured destruction . When I was a young man you see, there was a lot of talk about the type of m...

We went for a walk the other day and spotted this little bloke lurking on a rock. Henry was keen for a look, but didn't want to get too close and risk losing an arm. Some thoughts: Chickens have a certain grace and charm that is far too often overlooked. Polish food is underrated. Issues of insecurity dominate the current age. People are annoying. All generalisations are false.

I did promise to reveal the meaning to "Akili ni nywele, kila mtu ana zake", but forgot. As figured out by Priyanka Khot in the comments, it indeed talks about hair and intelligence. Literally, the quote is "intelligence is like hair, everyone has their own type". I choose to interpret it as, "just as there are lots of types of haircuts, there are lots of types of intelligence". Thus, if someone thinks that they are better than others simply because they think that their particular set of opportunities, beliefs or knowledge is the be-all and end-all, get over yourself, there are all sorts of 'smarts'. I think that there is something in that for all of us.

With some reticence I must share with you all a thought. A seemingly innocuous phrase – one that I both use and hear with predictable regularity – has taken a new, possibly sinister, turn of late. “ When the baby comes .” I am not entirely certain what it is about the expression that chills me, but increasingly it resembles an ominous message dripping with menace. “Things will be different... When the baby comes .” “Are you all set for... When the baby comes ?” “How do you think that Henry will react... When the baby comes ?” I am staring to think that this young person who enters our home will present itself like Heathcliff the foundling, think of all the joy that he bought to Wuthering Heights! That said, I always like the support the underdog, and I am the youngest of two in my family, so I could well pick this one as my favourite. I just hope that it is not a dud. Or bald. And I'd like it just a tad more quiet than Henry please. But damn it, you can't yet tick these thing...

A quick thought/confession/question. Is it wrong to think less of a complete stranger just because they – a young and fit looking fellow – order a “skinny soy latte” each morning? I cannot seem to help but shake my head and think “What sort of man are you? You should be embarrassed”. Actually scratch that, I know that it is wrong. Yet I still do. I think that I need help.

I was wondering what to post on the blog, and I thought that maybe I would do something music-related. Now I love music, and am prepared to listen to just about anything. But what to write about? There's so much to choose from. So I've been thinking about this for a while and then yesterday a song that I like came on the ITunes shuffle (with somewhere around 14,000 songs, it could be just about anything), and I found myself dancing around the living room along with Henry, singing out aloud the words to one of my all time favourite tracks. Let me make it clear: I've loved the song Cecilia for as long as I can remember. It's a happy, jaunty little number that was released as a single off the mega-selling 1970 album Bridge Over Troubled Water , and reached #4 in the US charts. Given that I have known the song for my entire life, I'm not really sure when the lyrical content first struck me as, well, interesting . Now, I can remember that the shift from referring to key...