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A catalogue of all of my recipes and short descriptions; from traditional South African recipes, to my own experiments.

It has been almost exactly 1520 days since I registered as a PhD student without a research proposal. I never planned to do a PhD, as I made my family promise me that they would not allow me to do a PhD

it has been a year my dear and we have seen the world but we have also come to know the smallness of our room the thoughts plastered against the wall only to fall to the floor to be sweeped up the next

In the last six or so months, I have marked about 500 examination papers or essays. (In philosophy, we mostly write essay examinations, and most of them in South Africa are take home examinations.) Besides

I did not know what I expected. But my situation is also not unique by all means. I am in fact luckier than others - but that then brings me back to the first statement: I did not know what I expected.

we were young and drunk looking at (feeling) art with a type of pretentiousness that even I could not fathom we felt like class with wine in our gut and in our hands looking at (feeling) art Cavalli is

getting lost in the mind of the other the artist builds a world that few would understand getting lost in the mind of the other I wonder where in the world their ideas might have emerged from I planned

Four months ago, I wrote a book review for Gerd Achenbach's book, Philosophical Praxis. Since then, I have been rereading the book and various chapters in it. Back then, I merely read the book in order

Do we cook (eat) to live, or do we live to cook/eat? This might seem like a rather nonsensical question. Obviously we eat to survive, we do not survive and live just to cook. But ask any foodie, anyone

a drunken three halfway to eight sliced in half turned on its side and on our way to infinity a moment in time forever thrice my partner and I There was a time when sorrow and loneliness was the norm.

On the cusp of a 100 Fermented Beer Reviews for #BeerSaturday You cannot in any way, shape, or form, predict the future. Life happens, and in this event what we might call a life, various strange things

Sometimes I find myself staring at things like books and wonder, what does it all mean, what does it all matter? And how did I get to this point? These thoughts flow through my mind, and I wonder, how

Praise Bunny is a novel that has received much praise. Even the famous writer, Margaret Atwood, gave this book a few compliments even stating that she is an “admirer” of Bunny. This novel is internationally

wine and art bleeding into each other I breath in the toxic fumes of my healing heart wine and art the combination of nothing but spite wine and art I look to the for forgiveness Sometimes you just have

taking small steps toward a new year breathing in breathing out another series of moons have come and gone now on the doorstep of a new year we can breathe a new breath And so, we are on the cusp, on the

Degree As of my last post, many of you may know that I got my first job this year. I also finished my degree! It was an important year for me. Even though I am finished, I am only graduating next year

Gratitude for 7 years on Hive

We humans are a funny bunch. We create problems we cannot solve. I think there is a philosopher who said something along the lines that humans are a problem that we cannot figure out. We think and we can

Life is strange. Period. There is nothing you can add to this statement. It is what it is. Familiarity is the only thing people desire which they will never get. Life is never, if ever, familiar. We are

... but what does this say about me? Let me rewind a bit. We are constantly bombarded with bad news, how terrible everything has become, and how we are slowly consuming the only planet that can (currently)

"When Philosophers Become Therapists... philosophy [is] different [...] it [addresses] deep human questions about ethics, purpose, and meaning with logical precision. It [is] an underused resource.