This ain't art its real

So the other week I figure wouldn't it be a great idea to have images that are visible to people using google maps. That would mean the images are HUGE right! Guess what... WHUT-WHUT!
...yeah, WOW!

I am still trying to trace coordinates though to see if the images are visible using Google Maps. The reason the idea is killer is that you would be able to highlight problem areas, such as the housing fuck ups in loads of developing countries; Rains forests being sneakily chopped; genocide being perpetrated... stuff like that. Obviously I haven't worked out the different logistics, nor will you exactly see me out there trying to create great wall sized art... but you know, someone projected the karma and I felt it and well there it is for all to see.

Or it could just be fun, imagine Jozi works out a grid system for switching off the lights in certain parts of the city and when you look at jozi on google maps at night you see the words "j-o-z-i" in black against the twinkle of big city lights. Imagine New York spelling out "I heart NY", maybe Chicago can get ambitious and spell out "Oprah for President!" One thing's for sure, it would look much better then just switching off the lights for an hour.

Black by toke demand

Home coming is a fancy term for running away from all things sucky and right back to comfort zone city... that's what I am about to do, recession permitting, in like nine days. Kaap City here I come biyatch, I hope you are ready and I am bringing friends! Sad and a tad sick as it is in the masochistic sense, that city was a bitter pill to swallow and a bitter pill to eject from myself. It was so bad I left everything behind... EVERTYHING, who knows what has happened to it. I would like to think my books were too good to just throw out, my music too diverse to pawn, my clothes too eclectic to leave on the side walk, my pictures from the last 12 years too full of life to just kill in the bin... It was hard but it had to be done, something was just not growing.

Living in close proximity to an import to the city who was suddenly more entitled then even I was, a person that could not see the flaws they were enjoying and taking for granted, scared me. Scared me in that I felt I was going to suddenly become previously disadvantaged right then and there. Loose my ability to express my frustration verbally and resort to showing my frustration physically instead. You either hurt yourself or hurt someone else. Don't take my word for it, but ask a Bergie all about that. I imagine you will get a tale of how things were better in the good old days, then maybe they were only second in line in the grander scheme of things so hope wasn’t all that hopeless. Now they appear to have moved to third in line, since the blecks have moved to the front of the queue now. I got that one day when a bergie told me, "At least I am not bleck!" DUDE! I felt like I had just toked sumting nca... when I got out of that daze, I saw die kaap differently. My fancy job at a nice company, my fancy address, my actually fuckin amazing friends, it wasn’t enough yo, that shit had to change. I had to change, I was a shell.

Cape Town is deceptive like that, it is what you make it after all, I just didn't like what I had made it. Everything was tainted, time had to heal this wound, except it had to be time away. Away I went, but end of next week I believe I will be back... still never having being previously disadvantaged and bring my own slice of reality in the friends I will be with, the wife I am now married to and the temporary nature of my stay in the city... in rented accommodation no doubt!

I lost so much to that City as a physical place except it made space for me to gain so much more... rather. In losing so much I found I had only hung on even tighter to certain memories, certain people, certain experiences, maybe it was a cleansing of sorts... who knows, but that horse has thrown me off for the last time, I shall be riding high this time around. I can not call it a triumphant return by a long shot since it was never a victory that had to be proved, however there is something right in this way of visiting the beautiful cape. It is more the way I have always been, I have always been a visitor, always with a place to return to, and it might have just been that I forgot that for a few years and inadvertently tried to transplant my roots unnecessarily.

It’s Sunday - why haven’t you updated???

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That is the question I received via SMS an hour ago. First thought was... ”Spoken like a true E addict,” and not that kind mind you... actually what do we call Internet addicts? And what would that be exactly... no I am on the wrong horse here. What I meant to say is an info addict would be more the sort of thing my friend is turning out to be. Wifi, Crackberry, Twitter and all the usual suspects have colluded to drag us unwittingly into this alleyway that the information superhighway is fast becoming... and typically it happened fast! As a young person, each year is still a milestone, when we get much older each year will have meaning for a different reason, probably thanking the good lord that you are still breathing... or that Viagra was invented. But right now, young people feel like so much happens in a year, and it does, however the older we get the smaller a year becomes in terms of being a percentage of our life so far. So then maybe 5 years becomes a milestone... anyway fuck the future it will still be there tomorrow, lets talk about now and info addiction.

In my experience, first there was MSN messenger, blah blah Yahoo chat thingy, and Apple too, yadda yadda, Hi5, nyuf, nyuf, nyuf, Myspace, blah, yadda, nyuf, Google chat, DING! Skype and who knew that pretty soon after Crackbook would swamp all channels... WOW! (as Johhny Depp would say when confronted with technological wizardry, presumably beyond human comprehension, check Johnny Mnemonic and The Matrix) Now here we are at the flat screen flicker free trough day and, like right now, night getting all the junk, news, junk, status updates, pictures, porn, junk, jokes, sex, quizzes, fuckin amazing shit, shit, hot shit, cool shit, crazy shit, fucked up shit, all kinds a’ shit, snacks and shit... yeah and you know the whole time we are living one click at a time, around us hours of real dimensional stuff already available in smell-o-vision and so real it’s real is just fading away never mind that we will engage with it just now on Twitter or marvel at it on CL... actually that’s it I am off to CL.

Love you Lelethu...

Eish... now there is an invention I would give my... er... give a lot to have. A “back” button for life. Yaa neh, I am just an I-ddict, I even forgot what I was typing about in the first place with all this clicking around.

Little Nippers

As cursed as we human beings are with only four erogenous zones on our tongue it doesn’t seem to be a consideration for this little boy currently using our spare bedroom. I wonder if like baby knee caps, the sour, sweet, salt and bitter taste zones on his tongue will develop when he is more familiar with life on this earth. And isn’t that a scary fact, no human baby is born with knee caps! Probably explains why no babes are ass kissers or beggars for anything, they demand, and right bloody now! Later in life, little do they know, getting down on their knees will become a common position as they beg for an extra hour of TV or some fancy new toy making the rounds in the school yard. And so voila! Just like that, knee caps will become a very real part of their lives. So now what about those taste zones, what makes them come into being? Vegetables? Like do toddlers have a Brussels sprout detecting taste zone, or a spinach deflecting reflex in their mouth. One mouth full and out it comes, yet months ago when they were real babies they couldn’t get enough or everything. But for the time being its all things are masticated as equal if they come to the mouth of this babe.

The most ingenious semicolon

An excerpt from an email...

I read about half of Anthony and Cleopatra, it was so beautiful it almost broke me in pieces. I normally don't like love stories but there were a few lines that stay with me constantly. One of them is when one of Anthony's followers describes Cleopatra appearing on the Nile the first time they see her; its all about her hair being silver and the water made of gold and everything, but its just so beautiful, like looking at a painting and discovering details. It also contained maybe the most beautiful sentence I have ever read. Anthony tells Cleopatra that he has to leave. She understands that she will most probably
never see him again and everything is over. At some point I was really thinking "What is there to say now? What can she possibly add to this conversation now?" and when Anthony is finished with his speech, her sentence comes, so simple: "You will heat my blood; no more." That is (pardon my nerdyness) the most ingenious semicolon I have ever seen. Anyway, hope you like it.

And you know it never did occur to me but that semi colon is devastating.