Full Of Sound And Fury.

One week down in the new year... already on New Year's Day, late night, there was the odd moment; the joys of what I do. 27 to midnight, an ambulance or two down Voortrekker Road. Bums one out a bit, reminds me of darker days spent walking Sunnyside with a camera at 3 am. Squatting, girlfriend melodrama, drugs on the sidelines, and trying to give up drinking. Learned to love Macbeth then:

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." - Act V, Scene V.

And, of course, learned to love the positive course taken since then. Something about being able to walk down to the park with your wife and daughter (even if it is Pretoria North, and even the grass in the park can saw through timber) and marvel as she climbs up to the top of a 15-foot slide. And also, as she vehemently craps all over her mother for going on the swings. Life is good...

As is work, and about to get better... keep in touch for what's coming up in 2007. A lot more colour, as well. In the meantime, go watch L.A. Story.

Later.