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/ 30 May 2008

To breed or not to breed

I wake with a snort, roused by the clatter of a ballpoint pen hitting the floor. It spins idly to a halt, put there by the same peaches-and-cream striped paw now tapping one end of it. How easily the modern quill is reduced to a plaything! Blink, blink, blink. The cursor on my computer screen winks expectantly. Above it, the line: To breed or not to breed … Blink, blink, blink.

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/ 21 May 2008

Goblins in the cupboard

According to an arcane superstition pre-dating the Enlightenment, I can be a bitch at times. We all can, now and then, but my predisposition was determined by the position of our sun in relation to a specific arrangement of celestial bodies a few hundred light years away, at the time of my birth.

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/ 22 April 2008

Sex up science

A projectile the size of a child’s fist shot across the lawn and buried itself in a crouching rhododendron bush. It was summer in the early 1980s and we kids were home from school. My brother, his head crammed with potions learned in the science class, had cobbled together a handful of innocuous kitchen ingredients and turned them into something entirely more volatile.

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/ 10 September 2003

Fynbos gets ‘good practice’ code

Fynbos is the smallest but richest floral kingdom in the world and has been harvested for the fresh-flower market for decades. Harvesting of wild fynbos in the Western Cape may soon be governed by a set of guidelines requiring environmentally sustainable and socially responsible practice.