Archive for June, 2004

Promotion and relegation

Tuesday, June 29th, 2004

“That was interesting use of language”, said Shelley as we walked on, “I like the way he said ‘Do you want to promote us?‘”. I’d actually not spotted it.

Things I miss

Friday, June 25th, 2004

Camden Town The Royal Festival Hall Foyer Thursday night’s in Hammersmith Lindy Hop Discussions with SLURP My big black baggy jeans there’s more but its time to go for githeri

Cultural programming?

Friday, June 25th, 2004

One of the things I sometimes say to my programming students is that the purpose of each instruction in a program is to bring about some sort of change. But, as one of the othe volunteers pointed out, they might have trouble understanding this if the concept of bringing about change is missing from their […]

Black bread

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2004

Yesterday I poisoned the rats.


Thursday, June 17th, 2004

Tom asked me a good question about Ugali. In response I include here a flowchart that I used in a C programming class yesterday. The maize meal is white and makes a kind of sticky lump slightly more stodgey than mashed potatoe. Some people laughed at me for putting “add salt” in the recipe, but […]


Wednesday, June 16th, 2004

I have just had the most amazing, spine-tinglingly refreshing and totally African experience!


Wednesday, June 16th, 2004

Continuing my theme this week of old photos, here’s one of the builders raising sand and gravel up to the to of the new building. The scaffhold seemed to be made of twigs and there was a man on each level armed with a shovel. The rest was pure hard work!


Tuesday, June 15th, 2004

A volunteer’s foot, And the foot of an mzee from Ukambani.


Monday, June 14th, 2004

{{popup treeAndCow.jpg treeAndCow 640×480}} Ukambani is Kamba Land, the area of the Kamba tribe; it’s where I live. Tala is on a flat plain and somewhat dull from a landscape perspective. But out where I visited on Saturday, it’s quite beautiful.

Near them, on the sand

Sunday, June 13th, 2004

This beautiful Mama was one of the many I saw this weekend in the middle of nowhere (12km East of Machakos on the Kitui road) at a small function where a friend of mine presented some beds to a group of local widdows.