Aussie Aussie Aussie

Australia I tried not to love you and I failed. I didn’t want to be disloyal to the country that I call home and I failed miserably. Australia I love you. Your people, your culture, your food, your electricity. God it was good to have electricity. And I felt so guilty when I got the Eskom se Push alerts and felt so bad for my family and countrymen but sadly the guilt didn’t last because I could charge all my devices and it was happy days mate!!

It was a work trip and I was dreading it. I didn’t want to go. Had visions of cancelling, couldn’t cancel – I’d get fired. So I got on the plane. From the first minute to the last it has been spectacular, sensational, unforgettable and a part of me didn’t want to leave.

I’m met beautiful people. I connected with alumni of the school I work for and it felt great to be part of a community. I’ve reconnected with members of my family that I haven’t see for years. I’ve been reunited with friends of 20+ years. Friends who are family. Friends who looked after me, spoiled me. They thought of everything. Gave me an experience that will live in my memory as one of the greatest.

Australia you are beautiful, liberal, forward thinking and first world. There is so much more I can say. There’s so much more I can tell. But I’ll leave it here. Australia I can’t get enough of you and can’t wait to return.

Why can’t people be more menschy?

I’ve started watching the Sopranos, the HBO series that started in 1999 and lasted 6 seasons. Some call it a masterpiece. Some say Gandolfini’s acting was a masterpiece.

I’m intrigued. I’m more a doccie kinda girl, fiction is not my favourite. Yet maybe it’s the true to life aspect of the show that keeps me gripped. That and the relationships, familial and less familial. I deplore the violence and have to say that it’s that bit that upsets me, yet I can see myself binging 6 seasons just so that I get to explore the man “Tony Soprano”.

I just walked into Mama Roma restaurant in Newlands. It’s an old style Italian restaurant and the furniture is still what you’d find in the 80s. I walk in and tell the Spychiatrist I can feel Tony Soprano here. He would have eaten here with his henchman. A greying Italian man is cooking in the kitchen and Tony would have loved this food, traditional, simple and smacking of food you’d only experience if you visited the “Boot”. I can see Tony kissing the old man in the kitchen, with his Italian warmth and exuberance, kissing one cheek first and then the next and bear hug that follows.

I digress. I’ve been thinking a lot about Gandolfini, so I’ve researched him. Seems like he was a stellar human. Very respected in his home town New Jersey. I read that when he died at the tender age of 51 (from a heart attack in a hotel room in Rome) that the then governor of New Jersey had the flags fly half mast. Such a mensch he was. I wish I could have met him. I wish he would have kissed my cheeks with such love like his character Tony, kissed his Capos that he loves so dearly in the show.

Which makes me think, why can’t we have more menschy men like Gandolfini?

I can’t stand the shitness of how badly people treat each other. Just yesterday a colleague so harsh with me, for what? Because I dared to disturb her while she was on the telephone… Be nice people, it doesn’t take much. Just be nice to each other. Please.

My father

I was awake at 3am. A bit too much wine, only half a glass, but enough to make me ill (headache) and disrupt my sleep. The older I get I realise how toxic alcohol is for me and also how it makes me depressed. A beer is fine, even a small tot of whisky, but wine is my nemesis. I digress. So lying awake at 3am and thought of my father because he might be lying awake too. I thought of sending a WhatsApp but didn’t. I’m so much like him. The good and the bad. For better or worse.

For better because he’s warm and caring and kind and generous. The best hugger. He loves with his whole being and it’s a love that the one who receives it is lucky to feel. He’s good looking and intelligent and great with people.

For worse because he, like me, is loud, has little tact, we are both prone to blurting things out, a trait inherited from his mother. He is anxious, afraid, prone to negativity, yet I don’t think this is his default position. Life must just have had its knocks.

We were never close, I was never daddy’s girl, and in my younger years our relationship was trying. I was trying. I was naughty and he didn’t know how to deal with me. He responded aggressively. I was afraid of him. But he made me who I am today and for this I am grateful. I don’t want to be any other way.

Dad I love you more than these words can express. Thank you for making me, me.

Ps Mom, I know you are reading this, I love you so much too.

Endings

Today marked the Raging Vegan’s final day of school. Forever. The culmination of 12 long years. It felt long but it actually flew by. I never thought we’d get to this point and now we’ve arrived.

When I first met her she wore the same purple and green Gap tights and Sponge Bob vest. Everyday and everywhere we went. She was 7 years old. She had just started grade one at Crawford College in Sandton. She had started at King David first but left owing to bullying and now was facing the same fate at Crawford. I remember week day mornings, the screaming. The Spy Chiatrist tried to put on her school uniform and I was worried the neighbours thought we were performing an exorcism, it was that bad. The school refusal was scary for me. What would happen to this child if she couldn’t even go to school…

Fast forward 12 years, 12 years of stability provided myself and her biological mother. 12 years of therapy. Each with our own therapist. Couples therapists and school therapists. They saved our family. And so did our hard work, what started as a very rocky relationship has now made it into a space where we all feel safe.

12 years on she has excelled beyond all our expectations – her school blazer looks like a Christmas tree, elaborately decorated with silver and gold scrolls. She did good. The move to Cape Town has been a really positive one and the quality of education, support and nurturing at Herzlia has been incredible. She went to 5 schools before Herzlia and it was here that she excelled.

She has a beautiful Neshoma (soul). Apart from being damn smart, she’s a fighter for women’s rights, human rights, animal rights, a more sustainable planet. A good friend, loyal, supportive and fun. Courageous – the bravest gal I know. A mensch.

And now for new beginnings. Filled with trepidation. Will she realise her dream of getting in Drama at UCT (only 30 places available) or a gap year to explore and become more of an adult. Fending for herself in uncharted territory. Who knows? All we do know for sure is that there will be bumps along the road. We will hold on tight but confident we’ll be able to endure – as a family, as great supporters of one another.

Things I’d like to ask my dog

The Spychiatrist and I are always wondering what the answer would be if we could ask our dogs questions and they could respond in spoken English.

I know certain things like when I say let’s go for a walk, the Yorkshire Terrorist becomes crazed and won’t let up until harness is on and we’re out the door. Then he becomes crazed in another way, he’s very savage toward other furry and feathered creatures – but that’s a story for another day. The other child whom we affectionately refer to as the messiah or Brian (from Monty Python’s The Life of Brian), runs for the covers. We cannot get her out the door. She, like the Spychiatrist, is a home bod, happy to never leave her place of sanctuary. We refer to her as Brian because she is the most angelic, well adjusted, rescued hund you’ll never find. She is perfect.

But when I want to ask her, Meis (short for Mesiekind – given to her by previous owners), do you remember Westbury? Do you remember your old human mom and dad? I don’t even know if she did come from Westbury – I think that’s what it said on the SPCA form. Maybe she didn’t have a mom or dad, maybe she had two dads or two moms like she has now. I’ll never know because I can’t ask her. I like to assume that if she could speak a human language it would be Afrikaans, my assumption is so because Westbury’s residents are Afrikaans coloured folk. I’d also like to think that she had a far spicier diet then- curry, atchar and pap. I love pap. If she grew up on pap I’m desperately jealous of her luck.

And then I want to ask her, do you remember Lily? We had to put Lily down 2 years ago, in fact as I write this it’s exactly one week short of the day we put her down. Meisie’s last recollection of Lily was of trauma. Lily had attacked her and she nearly lost an eye. It was after that incident that we decided no more. There were many like them but this final one seemed the most disturbing. We just couldn’t do another ambush and the devastation that came with it.

So back to what I would ask my dog:

  1. Are you happy?
  2. Do you get headaches like I do?
  3. Where’s it sore?
  4. What’s your favourite food?

I wish they could speak but then they wouldn’t be dogs and I’d never want them to be human. They’re such magical and majestic creatures. How blessed we are to be in their presence. How lucky are we to receive their care and love?

Copy vs. Content

Copywriting and content writing, what’s the difference? Are they the same? Can you be both a content writer and a copywriter or do they involve a different skill set? If you had to think of them as a family, are they non-identical twins or sisters or even cousins?

Nora Ephron, who I regard as one of the greatest American writers/directors/screenwriters, said, “copy is everything”. I tend to agree, but in the 90s when she was writing books and making memorable films, content writing wasn’t even a thing yet and that’s because the internet had just been born and marketers hadn’t figured out how to use it for their consumerist notions.

When I think about copywriting I think of those slick creatives who have made magic with words. The magic of rhetoric, the power of persuasion. Mostly used in the advertising and marketing industry. I think back to the 1950s, the era of the series Madmen. Men who changed the face of consumerism as we now know it, enticing us to buy things we don’t need and have been doing so ever since. And I say men because there weren’t many women in those advertising agencies, and if there were they were typists and secretaries (gender equality rant aside).

For me copywriting is more of a hard sell. This is implies a more direct or forceful stance. It’s overt selling. But content feels different. It’s not about product push as it is about value add and that value added contribution to the world is used to ultimately increase a brand’s visibility. Content serves to inform and educate with things like how to guide’s and demos without necessarily pushing the audience to take action. Although good content creation is there to grow your business, it shouldn’t be used to sell, that’s just tacky.

A good analogy to explain the difference between copy and content is to explain how a business implements its marketing strategy. In this instance, let’s use a boat building company. Work with me here. ABC Boatbuilders would use copy to sell you the freedom and thrill of exploring uncharted waters and the benefits of boating recreation. But ABC Boatbuilders would use content to give advice about boat maintenance and repair for fresh water vs. salt water boats, or the pros and cons of fibreglass vs. wood boats, or how to use a compass when you find yourself in a pickle. And if you’re an avid boating enthusiast chances are you’re looking for this type of valuable info and if Google thinks it’s valuable too, chances are this content will rank high up in search. So intrepid sailors will click on the link and hopefully think, “hey that’s handy info, maybe I should share it with my fellow boatmen (and boatwomen) who also might be interested”. And Voila! Your content has improved your search ranking, been shared with a wider audience and maybe even lead to a sale – but not directly. So, that’s how I see the difference but I’d love you to share your thoughts with me.

I’m not a copywriter. I wish I possessed that kind of creativity but I’d like to think I’m an ok content writer. One, because I love learning (the research that goes into writing is a delight for me) and two because sharing insights opens minds (well hopefully).

the Whataboutists

I’m black, I’ve always felt black. Deep down. Don’t ask me to explain it, it’s just a feeling at the very core of me.

It may be because my grandmother fled Nazi Germany in the nick of time and I share her DNA. This can most probably be attributed to epigenetics, meaning that her trauma has been passed down into my genes. I feel the sheer terror of what she and her family lived through. It’s so terrifying and so real that I’m transported to 1939 instantly. It might also be because I’m gay. I’ve felt discrimination since coming out and live with a certain kind of fear of being different everyday. There actually doesn’t need to be a reason, I just feel black inside.

I feel the guilt of Apartheid being born into a white body, enjoying the privileges I have been given. A home, an education, a career, access to healthcare and opportunities. Opportunities that keep presenting themselves to me only because I was born with pink skin.

I howl when I visit the Hector Petersen memorial in Soweto, or when I see pictures of his lifeless body carried by two other children every year on youth day printed in the newspapers or posted on popular media. I howl in movies like Mandela, Winnie, Cry the Beloved Country and Biko. The feeling I have after watching those movies or reading about my birth country’s past, leaves me feeling sick for days, a Weltschmertz. It clings to me uncomfortably like clothes that are too tight, it clouds my mood, I am in a funk for days.

But apartheid isn’t the only system of racism developed by white western European man. Here’s a jewel from the barbaric slave trade. One of the forms of punishment on those hell invoked Atlantic journeys was to make slaves defecate into each other’s mouths. Or let’s remember good old King Leo of the Belgian Congo. In the name of colonialism, capitalism and progress, he erased more than 10 million lives. And no we don’t learn about Leopold’s liquidation machine in history classes the same way we learn about Hitler’s.

And now the whataboutists are jumping on the bandwagon. “Ok black lives matter, but whatabout farm murders?” What about them? Who gives a fuck? Definitely not me. Yes it’s callous, but I really don’t care. And neither do you. Only 57 murders were recorded on farms/small holdings last year and 26 this year. Not all of the victims were white. Some of the victims were black farm hands, labourers etc. Did you know that there was a total of 21 022 murders in South Africa last year? That’s right let me spell it out for you. Twenty one thousand. If you average that out it’s 57 murders per day. Per day!! Where did the majority of these murders take place? Let me give you a list: Nyanga, Khayelitsha, Philipi, Mitchell’s Plain, Gugulethu, Johannesburg central, Hillbrow Dobsonville, do I need to go on? The majority are informal settlements, places of filth and squalor where we have “thrown black people away” so that we don’t have to see them when we drive our fancy SUVs or hear their children cry from hunger. Places hidden from our own plain sight. Places like this have very little or no sanitation. Imagine having to share a porta loo with 500 others? Would you have a will to live in a situation like that? Would you want to blame Apartheid and seek retribution?

Check yourselves people. Rather than post “what about the farm murders?”, just post that you’re a good old racist like that idiot Adam Catzavelos who showed the world that he was one whilst enjoying a privileged beach holiday in Greece.

The intersection of NLP and Project Management

In my first podcast I interviewed Jacques Moolman who is an internationally accredited NLP Master Practitioner. That’s not his day job though, he’s also a project management expert with many years of corporate project experience. The real essence of the interview focuses on intersection between NLP and project management.

Here’s a quick precis (find the link to the sound clip below).

1. What is NLP and where does it come from?

NLP stands for Neuro Linguistic Programming. The Neuro relates to the mind. The Linguistic aspect relates to how we use language to communicate. The Programming part is the behavioural patterns that result from the interplay between the neurological processes (thoughts) and the linguistic map (words/meaning). NLP is how you use the language of the mind to consistently achieve specific and desired outcomes. NLP began in the 1970s by Richard Bandler and John Grinder, who combined their capabilities and experience in linguistics, mathematics, and Gestalt therapy to develop a methodology that “models” the skills of exceptional people, allowing others to acquire those skills.

2. Why use NLP?

The philosophy of NLP works on the basic premise that people are not broken, rather they function perfectly. So if you learn how the people who do things successfully do them (what they think and do), you can transfer that model for success to someone else. If you learn to think the same way talented people think and you identify the things that make them successful, you can teach that to someone else and they can follow that model for their own success.

3. What’s your approach when using NLP?

Jacques applies the philosophy that people are capable. If you treat people as if they are capable that sets the foundation for them to be capable. One principle of NLP is that human behaviour is purposeful and people want to achieve a specific outcome, another is that all behaviour has a positive intention. The main principle that Jacques uses to guide his NLP approach is to recognise that the experience of a person is based on their version of reality which is based on their sensory filters, experiences and history. By using this approach and way of seeing his clients, Jacques seeks to clarify a person’s positive intention. He helps them understand how they do what they do in terms of unresourceful behaviour and figure out more effective ways to achieve their positive intentions in ways that will ensure that they successfully achieve their desired outcomes. Finally, Jacques believes that he must have authenticity at the core of his own being to practice NLP and he uses the techniques on himself.

4. How do you personally apply NLP in your daily life?

Jacques’ first experience with NLP was a positive one. In his early 20s, he went to see an NLP practitioner when he was experiencing difficulties and in the process it dawned on him that he could change the experience of his reality. Throughout the session the practitioner questioned his limiting beliefs. The practitioner recognised (based on the language Jacques used) his limiting beliefs and helped him identify alternative perspectives. NLP has changed the way Jacques speaks. For example instead of saying “you made me feel angry” instead he says “I feel angry about a,b,c”. He chooses how to feel about something and doesn’t allow others to choose this feeling for him. NLP gives Jacques the tools and mindset to enable him to practice mindfulness and to understand why he is feeling the way he does. If he finds that he is thinking something that results in him feeling discontent, he asks “what’s my positive intention with this?” and then identifies more effective alternatives.

5. How do you use NLP in your practice of project management?

When Jacques engages with anyone he uses NLP as his prime philosophy. As a project manager Jacques uses NLP techniques to deal with stakeholders. Jacques’ main ideal is to grow and build relationships with these stakeholders, be it the business, his team or suppliers. Jacques believes that by building rapport with his stakeholders and taking care of the relationship, the work will take care of itself. Jacques endeavours to create harmony, trust and collaboration with his peers and this rapport helps all the other aspects of the job fall into place. Jacques uses the NLP thinking techniques to guide him to clarify what needs to be done to proceed further with project tasks. Jacques is also effective at coaching the project managers that support him. One way he does this is by helping them to not feel overwhelmed. He admits that he himself sometimes feels overwhelmed and then uses the skills he has learned to calm down and be effective. He then in turn teaches what he knows to help them become more effective too.

Here’s the podcast.

A bit about Jacques Moolman

Jacques is tall and good looking, yes I know it sounds cliched but he really is. He is well groomed and well dressed and takes great care of his appearance. That’s on the outside. On the inside, he is calm and collected. He chooses his words very carefully, his entire demeanour is measured. He is the epitome of grace. But this is not why I admire him. He has a beautiful brain and he’s got a great sense of humour. It’s dry and sarcastic, and he will endeavour to understand how things work and then make a hilarious observation. He is warm and caring, a die hard vegetarian, and an advocate for environmental sustainability and animal welfare. He stands for what’s good in this world. He is adored by his wife Louise and his dog Pepper.

 

Buyer’s remorse

Today marks one month no personal shopping on my 365 day shopping ban. Yes I’ve bought groceries and toiletries and I bought a futon base (remember I am allowed to buy essential items to replace broken ones) which landed up being the biggest mistake of my life and from now on I have given the Spychiatrist sole power in household purchasing decisions.

So one of the reasons I started the shopping ban was because since moving to Cape Town I have become addicted to Facebook marketplace. I didn’t know this thing existed until I moved, maybe because now I have more time on my hands than I’ve ever had.

Goodness have I bought crap off that site. Before marketplace it was Gumtree but I wasn’t addicted to Gumtree. Maybe because Gumtree’s user interface is so UN- user friendly. Everyday I’d open marketplace and think wow – look how much money I’m saving. And it’s bullshit because there’s an Afrikaans saying “goedkoop is deurkoop” (English translation: cheap is expensive) and I have proven that this saying is really true. I have found some gems, one is a very large Lieberman pottery ceramic pot that now houses an aloe I have named Elizabetha. I paid a fraction of the retail cost.

But most of my purchases have been mistakes. Jeans that are too low waisted and I’m not slim enough for my crack to be sexy, an office chair that was so uncomfortable that I needed a Physio. The latest is a futon base that looks like a cheap pine box.

Why the futon? Well the Raging Vegan’s futon is cracked on 3 slats (I bought it on Gumtree when I first moved to Cape Town – I used it as my bed and loved it and now she loves it). The Spychiatrist always tells me to buy retail, mainly because you can look at the thing in the store and see if you like it (it’s very difficult to tell something’s quality from the picture) and you have recourse in terms of guarantee if the quality is shit. But no I must save us money and find a base on marketplace and I find one and I go see it, yes even in lockdown, and it’s really a piece of shit and it doesn’t fold. Every futon should fold right? And it’s dirty and full of Prestik and animal hair. I can’t get it in the car and the woman selling it is so fucken pushy (she gets her sons to unscrew it so that it will fit in the car) that I can’t say no and I know the Spychiatrist is going to kill me when I get back home and still I can’t say no (the words just wont leave my mouth) and I hate myself. I hate my weakness. Where’s my spine? It has temporarily left my body. I tried to take it back the same day (30 mins after leaving the seller’s house) but she said no. She did say she’d reimburse me though and then I felt more guilty so we settled on half.

The futon is now in the garage and I have it on sale (on marketplace) for half the original price and still no takers.

This my dear dear friends is why the Spychiatrist has sole discretion as to what we purchase moving forward. And I give her this power (confident that I can still be very persuasive and convincing if necessary).

Ok this is a horrible blog I feel like I want to slit my wrists and people need feel good stuff right now like Krazinski’s good news channel because I think the human race is really battling with their psyches. I’m sorry to be so negative but the futon gave me the biggest amount of buyer’s remorse that I’ve ever experienced in my life.

On the plus side, I go to bed with a full tummy every night where millions are starving. I have my family, a few friends and my dogs – which bring me the most joy in this world. Ok the Spychiatrist and Raging Vegan do too. Meisiekind won 2nd best looking doggie in the Herzlia high school cutest dog contest (voted by the school kids). And every day is a learning curve. I produced my first podcast – will write an article on the content and post it on WordPress too.

Do everything you can to stay sane people. Learn from my mistakes. Be kind to yourselves. We are living in exceptionally trying times.

 

Fear mongering and loathing in Las Vegas

Everybody is scared. I’m scared, you’re scared and it’s ok because it’s a time of so much uncertainty and so many unknowns.

We don’t know much about Covid 19. Some specialists (think Fauci) around the world know a bit but as lay men we know very little. What we do know is that our livelihoods, the economy and the masses are going to suffer. And the worst is we don’t know what the landscape will look like once we’re out.

Everyone, every business will need to reinvent themselves especially when it comes to digital. Think about an estate agent who doesn’t know when they’ll have their next show day, let alone be able to take clients to view a property. With rolling lockdowns imminent over the next year or so this industry needs a digital face more now than ever before.

What’s also exciting about this time is that there are more opportunities. Digital writing is at it’s peak because it’s the only way companies can communicate with their audiences. I should have a queue of clients waiting at my virtual door. Bring them universe, bring them.

And now the bugbear. With all this advancement in communication there’s also so much hype and misinformation and fake news and bullshit from people who think they are authorities on the subject and aren’t (think Tim Noakes). What a nincompoop. And now there’s you spreading this bullshit without even thinking first. It’s not your right to distribute misinformation willy nilly. It’s your duty to scrutinise it thoroughly before you spray and pray (a term I used to use in corporate comms). Where did it come from? Is it from an authority on the subject? Does that person have credible credentials? Is the channel you received it through reputable? No Fox News is not reputable, nor credible. They spread propaganda to audiences that crave the opportunity to feel entitled to their bigotry. They fuel fear. They fuel discrimination, separation. When what we need right now is good news, cohesiveness, community (think #I’mstaying).

Ok I’m getting off my soap box now, but please people think before you share. Think of the implications. Spread hope.