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Project 365 – visual plus commentry

it bin awhile I know…but since my camera got stolen (and the fact that I kave bin real busy!) i’ve written a coupla posts but never posted.

its kinda boring reading a wall of text. i imagine ppl looking at it and thinking tl;dr…

but now i have a somewhat decent camera attached to a phone (see last post). i thought what would really push me would be the project 365; whereby i take @least one pic a day, and since that phone is always with me – i have no excuse. Combined with commentry to kinda explain why or whats happening, will atleast have a somewhat accurate account of pre and post phase shift (if you belive the mayans) or pre and post apacolypse (if you believe the hype). i feel im about to digress here…

i will be posting weekly summaries of the 6 or 7 pix taken. so here goes my first week (by the way loving my phone!)

miniMe meets the board

1of365:  miniMe meets the board

i have no idea why its this one. it was suppose to be her standing on the board perusing the contents on our dining room table. took 3 photos of her playing with the board. she actually managed to stand on the board whilst pushing it – unbelievable as she is still perfecting riding a scooter!

balcony

2of365: deckingception

this was taken with man with camera app, it takes lomo like shots. this one is with the “Diana” camera that takes multiple (only 2) exposures. what you looking at is the right and left area of my balcony (a work in progress, ok more like suspended untill further notice…and by notice i mean funds 😉

 

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3of365: springtime of youth

just before writing my last exam i saw a guy with this awesome drawing of Lee (if i even needed to tell you his name, let alone the series name…move along). So had a chat with him after our exam (guess the topic). when his lift arrived, turns out he’s the youngest brother of a friend from campus – small world hey…

 

4of365: say cheese!

i like this pic cos its not staged. i really dislike pictures where everyone gets ready, touching up their makeup and such. you end up with stock standard photos. this one was me playing with the features of the previously mentioned app. i just now noticed that everything around Amina (the baby) is exagerated in size – accidents are mostly beautiful…

 

5of365: To infinmty an be-bonnd!

mention Buzz light year and that is the next words out of both our mouths! as a reward for going potty, miniMe got Buzz’s gun and bobble Buzz (I’m so putting it on my dashboard!). the damn  gun shoots the foam discs crazy far, so in order to not spend the whole day looking for those dics i created a monster that we could battle. when she shot them all out she had to collect and count all 11 (one was lost after the first shooting). Talk aboot making learning fun 😉

 

the fields are alive with...

6of365: non-specific gender bug

I wonder what the PR name for ladybug is? aswell as daddy-longlegs.

I am the only one in the house MOST excited that we have ladybugs, the actual first pic i took of my chamomile plant had two ladybugs mating which is just awesome if your a budding organic gardner. just a pity that no-one feels my joy…aphids, your days are numbered!

 

7of365: not bashful, just tired

self-pic of me after arriving home hot and abit tired. I have a fold up bicycle; Giant FD806, that i used to cycle to the train station and then cycle back home. Today i cycled from home straight to work and back. was abit worried about my old war injury but i’m planning to make it a daily travel – killing multiple birds at once. The route is so lovely that once i witness-the-fitness i can take a longer route.

so that concludes my weekly update of project365. Looking forward to what moments i can document…

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Come out laaika Bawss!

When there’s a match at newlands the evening, from after lunch the traffic gets quite hectic from early afternoon.
So when I need to pull out the driveway, I was surprised to find the ghost squad ( undercover traffic cops ) had pulled over a traffic offender right in front off my driveway!
When they saw me open my gate, they were kind enough to move out of the way…

But pulling out was abit more difficult as the road was now very busy and there was a truck blocking me from the oncoming cars vision – not that they would of gave me a chance. Experience has shown that the only way to pull out on the road is forcefully but well timed ( always force my way when I see a newish car, as they Will definitely chicken out ).

So the traffic cops seeing this kindly stopped both lanes, then signaled me to pull out of my driveway like a Bawss! Wish I could of taken pics of the looks of astonishment on the faces of Stormers fans as they couldn’t believe that I was guided out of my driveway by traffic cops.

I just acted like it ain’t no thang, and gave a cool thanks to my homey the traffic cop. Took a second as to admire the situation, and as I drove down the road, gave a thanks to everyone who saw me pulled out…

All of this to the soundtrack which at that moment was Childish Gambino’s album cul-de-sac.

I’m not known for being cool, but there have bin afew moments where the stars align and the moment is thoroughly enjoid by myself. With my cool as a cucumber attitude those few strangers have prolly the most inaccurate but awesome opinion of me…

[ insert the most nerdy “I’m cool” pic of moi]

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The title…ironically

You know when u get into an epic movie and then the title comes up…
So that whole crazy larger than life moment was just an intro -awesome! Sounds typical of a Bond movie.
My intro for a movie is in ” up in smoke “, in that first five minutes u get the true summary of both characters – with out them saying a word, getting up and leaving home…
Brilliant credits placing as well…

I can’t remember where I got the idea to write about the picture I took, or to just meditate on a picture for that day…doesn’t matter I forget anyways.
Well anyways, the article said for 30 days and I thought well, it could only help me, seeing as it would force me to be somewhat creative…either I see something worth noting – try to somehow link up a pic with a thought I had that day.

Bringing me back to my intro…
I couldn’t write about day one being what it’s gonna be all about, so I just jumped write in.
I gave myself off weekends, then the 4 day long Easter weekend came along and I actually got sick the Tuesday. Leaving me to operate on reserve till today when I somewhat recovered.
I start my day by entering the hospital at the basement and proceed to the other end 5 floors up to ground level ( its located at the base of a mountain ). Only to enter the older part of the hospital and maintain my way to the top floor where my open plan office is. Yet the danger is in my office, where idiots with government contracts ( who get paid leave ) come to work sick, and doing no work ( shame his not feeling well ) knowing they are infectious proceed to piss off otherwise abit harder working individuals who can’t afford to get sick. If I get sick, I dnt get paid for that day + doctors and medicine cost!

Deep breathe…I digress…

So I couldn’t really post anything this week, and thought, I might as well state the goal of this project. Hence the Title…ironic as I don’t know if I should continue the day title or what?

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Draw some! Over level 9000

4 days ago I came across draw something app spoken about in a forum. Installed it and that same day a friend also installed it and we started playing.
Today we reach turn 99 thrice! Only because that’s the highest number. The creators obviously didn’t plan on us reaching 3 digit turns…

I actually got it cos it looks like fun and thought my wife would really like it. I kinda took over banning her from playing mine and Leilz game. Now that we’ve reached the upper limit, think I will give her more play time.

I really like apps that unleash creativity, I hope my wife n kid will growup loving and preferring these type of activity than brain numbing life spectatorship that is the BS of reality tv – that is so fake and so blazenly staged that I would prefer to watch the wrestling. No theres no airs about that show.

I love to hear about the latest development in WWE from grown-ass men that start off telling me that they know it’s fake but…with the greatest enthusiasm that I can see them as they were 10 years old…and that beats funkn jersey whore any day of the year, in fact I’ve seen pix of ten year olds emulating them and i find it deeply disturbing – I would rather have my daughter trying those stunts at home ( and have an excuse for such brain-damaged behavior ).

Like the rudimentals song : noh TV! What makes you ashamed of being African? Is it cos of the images on TV?

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Dancing the funky chicken…soon

Ok I’m over losing my last post…

Here’s an update on my keyhole garden

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It’s bin going abit slow lately, found out that after the layer of palm leaves. The Gardner dumped branches of a thorny tree we have in front on top of the pile!
Luckily I had gloves and managed to get thru a few, but the thorns ( some 2cm big ) kept slowing my progress and eventually I had enough.
All I actually want is to get to my tree trunk chunks underneath, but that is a two man job whitch I cannot undertake solo. So that’s on hold ATM…

My uncles popped in and wanted me to find out the cost for and delivery of compost from and organic nursery that I buy from. Phoned them today and the delivery is half the cost of the compost before tax! So we gonna make a plan there…

It seems that I have currently run into roadblocks in a scenic area and therefore am taking it all in my stride.but winter is around the corner and soon I won’t be able to finish my wetland project in time. – another roadblock, seems when the guys placed the ball of tree roots into the pond the cracked the bottom ( they obviously said that they didn’t drop it in ) so the pond is losing water fast.
Guess I’ll be draining the rest and patching it up. Perfect opportunity to place some rocks and stones at the bottom – something we forgot to do in the beginning.

So each stumble is teaching me better foot placement…when it’s all done I promise to dance the funky chicken…

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No title, titled before. Can’t give damn

Wow

Wrote a lot of words, explaining things. Got some stuff off my chest.
App crashed and it’s all gone
Dnt hav the NRG

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Games got my attention

Maybe tomorrow I’ll write more
For now
Fuckit it was all said so nicely – well honestly
It will now sound rehearsed – not too sure about sounding rehearsed, more like when you say something quite witty and no one hears what you said but heard u say something, heard the last few words

I dnt feel like repeating myself, not even to myself, especially.

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Day 10: sorry to offend but #%^! You!

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This is the front of my messenger bag. It was originally my GF’s but I took it from her with the excuse that it was for her own safety…if a fatty was insulted by it they would just sit on her, playing on her small size.

In truth, most people find it quite funny and only once did someone come up to me and say that they were quite offended by it.
I was abit taken, i didnt know if she really was or just trying to see my reaction. So not knowing what to do i looked her dead in the eye, trying to rationalize the statement on my bag, I pointed out deadpan, that if she was a midget it would be much easier to be kidnapped as the would be kidnappers would easily chuck her in a car and be on their way…

Her friend beside her burst out laughing and she was not quite sure if I was taking the piss or being serious…actually I was, but that was the first thing that came to my head. She sat looking at me trying to decide, before her friends infectious laughter got to me I smiled and said “it’s true is it not” and rolled on the floor…

I firmly believe in making fun of oneself being taking the piss out of other people…only when you can laugh at yourself, your culture or beliefs, can you then appreciate the humor in other’s other.
People are people where ever you go, as long as its taken in the intent that was suggested.

Sometimes some individuals take it too far, but then it is hilarious for someone on the outside…

It’s all fun and games till someone loses an eye… Then it’s funkn hilarious!!

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Day 9: sh1t happens, best we can do is learn…

Got a call this morning

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I just hope the damage to the other car is minimal…

Silver lining: now my sweet<3 understands and is willing to learn – by that I mean listen to me and pay attention. I'm not mad, just hope it doesn't burn a very big hole in my pocket…

Feel sorry for the other guy, apparently she said he just recently bought it.

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Day 8: sometimes your plans just get trampled

Today I came home and saw that a security light had bin installed, but he struggled to get wore through a tube we installed under the driveway paving. Only problem is that the one end is in the roses area…

But let’s rewind back a coupla years…

When we built a second story, the builders dumped the excess white sand on the roses area – not very healthy. The roses never really recovered, but didn’t die yet…
Both my parents love roses, these ones aren’t that great – however these are from my belated grandfathers house. So I guess it’s a keepsake for both my mom and gran when she stays over.
After my father passed, I took on the role of garden maintenance. My previous job being advisor and then manual laborer…
My plan to rehabilitate the land around the roses was; add in compost to better the soil and interplant groundcovers followed by mulching the exposed land. Following advice from a French gardener Emelia herzap (something like that) I instructed everyone to not walk on the ground of that area. I went as far as abit o landscaping laying out a path and attempting a swale.
I was quite religious in the no-compacting the soil doctrine, until the last 2 weeks…

A worker waiting on my mom thought he couldn’t be idle and started tidying the garden, tilling the soil around the roses upturning some groundcovers. The whole point of not compacting the soil is to give the organisms a chance to multiply and build up the soil from the “ground up” – tilling destroys all that ( non hardwork ) work.
So today after the whole tilling fiasco, followed by the painting of the house ( where trod ding could not be avoided ) and now the electrician trampling the whole one side – side closest to the front door ( in the pic closest to the bottom) I’m now abit upset, not much ce la vie et al ( that )…

I’m prolly more upset that this is prolly a parable of how what looks like nothing much is actually the in between phase of a before and after. Lots of planning and replanning after considering current limited resources, that was prolly the best albeit most patient thing I can do…so now I’m hoping atleast the one groundcover will survive as the other was just about to but it’s def a goner…

Either way, you have to breath out when hit or the more common slogan; roll with the punches…
You can’t really blame them as the flip side is that had they known they would prolly caused less damage ( by atleast not walking on the damned plant! ) but damage none the same, maybe I was over zealous in my no compaction commandment.

One the reasons why I’m so fascinated by nature and mans manipulation there of is in the sheer dynamic ism of nature and it’s ability to cope is as miraculous as the human body’s ability to cope and adapt to the abuse we inflict upon ourselves be it physical or psychological.

Sometimes your plans just get trampled, why bother taking foot imprints, either build a fence structure or adapt the plans to the flow of the foot traffic…I’m always gonna take the easiest but more effective and efficient plan of attack.
The surface may look calm, but the underground is already on fire!!

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Day 7: too tired

I’m totally exhausted, yet still manage to go to bed at 11:35. So gonna need to take a nap in the office later…anyway

Need to overturn the grass so I can move the soil in the pond to the back yard.
But now I’m damning my gardening skills…
The backyard I prolly gave most attention to with the least amount of effort.
The grass has become a literal carpet required me to buy a new special gardening shovel/spade to attack and separate the grass… And man o man doesn’t the soil beneath it look sweet!

Still need to chop up the banana esque leaves to put on top as well as the rabbit manure and tree trunk chunks.

It will prolly look a mess now and for quite some time, but after listening to my ultimate goal – one can’t help but get excited and abit skeptical. An IT guy using the gadgets and the www for farming?! Sustaina-what?

Gotta go, just saw the police are parked outside…

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Day 6: fire through the window and one of my rare moments

I guess the real reason I love flea markets is not about the bargains…maybe a little. But it’s not the bargain of ” oh yeah saved fifty bucks! “. It’s more like someone didn’t know that I was willing to pay double it’s initial value, but now they selling it just to get rid of it.

Story of my life I guess, imagine finding something you really wanted but gave up on getting as living at the tip of Africa and not running in those circles, chances are closer to keep dreaming…but you forget, and as you see the item all those memories and feelings come rushing back and you are willing to scrape together all you have just to get it. So while you trying to figure out you have, check the price and realize that even ye broke ass can purchase a little part of your past and happiness that only nostalgia + time can enhance….

…and there is no-one that you can fully enjoy that moment with you…so being the geek that I am reveal abit of my joy unphased by the ridicule/judgement…eventually I will lose it…either loaned to a friend or broken by others’ “it was just a cheap trinket anyway” actions. I forgive you – life happens and for a moment that was a physical manifestation of a moment hardcoded to my memory, which will eventually faded…

Or the flip side.

Found a triphop cd of tricky but looked further and in the R19 ( dump bin ) found the ‘fire through the window’ album! I knew my other half would super stoked in me finding that album.

You see a coupla years ago ( gosh, time does fly ) we went to zula lounge to support our friends playing in one their open mic nights. Their music was not really my cuppa tea, but I’ve bin going to their gigs since their punk days when it was hella fun – starting mosh pits even when their was just 5 supa amped people! Anyways, on that particular night their band was playing with…fire throu the window a Durban band that no one heard of yet…
And they rocked! There’s nothing like a girl and a guy singing love songs ( that they wrote ) to each other, it was quite infectious Ina pop-indie folk kinda way.

And here I stood with their album for 19 bux, paid immediately and ran to myslegten making her promise to only open the packet when we get home – I dnt have a cd player in the car.

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Needless to say I was the romantic hero once again, one of my rare moments…

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Day 5.5: oh the irony of it all!!

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Found these ( I think indigenous ) plant at a Great deal. Got it at a third of the price of one, but each pot contained 3 or 4 of these plants ( insert cool scoring baby meme ).
We have a similar plant but has a different flower. Took awhile for it to flower but when it did – it was well worth it. I need to transfer the pics I took from the camera…

The pics I post are all shopped, not only cos I really like the lofi lomo effects but also to hide the crappy camera of the pad. Guess I’m too lazy to transfer pics from the camera, but I really do prefer the point and shoot of lomography, pity I can’t afford it here, it doesn’t help that the scene is not big at all – in fact I know of one other person that has one & I dnt even see her often..

My only recourse is to get a phone with a decent camera and rely on
technology to fulfill my analogue desire – oh the irony of it all!!

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Day 3: flutterby sounds to me better than butterfly…

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I found this flutterby lying in the driveway and thought it would be best to reposition it…
Maybe someone will find it and appreciate a close up. Or most prolly the wind will send it on his way…

In the last coupla months life has taken a drastic turn, and I’ve to my best ability course-corrected. Yesterday I found out that there’s more on its way.
I guess I will never be prepared for anything, but my strength is in my ability to adapt.

Actually the one thing I am preparing for is in the drastic increase in food! And no one believes me when I talk about the health concerns of what we put in our bodies, as if the last 100 years invalidates the thousands of years humans more natural consumption and interaction within nature.
Yip the more you know me, the more you see parts of you in me that is that geeky part of you that is kept hidden in a shoe box yet is acknowledged from time to time…

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Day 2: maybe not all lost in the ether…

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I know that I’m not easily to love, I’ve always known that I’m someone that you can easily take a shine to – but at anytime get frustrated/irritated by.

I’m prolly most aware of my fault. but my biggest fault is not expecting too much from others, rather encouraging small habits that will greatly enhance their life – and the frustration when I realize they don’t really listen and blatantly lie about it, coupled with them complaining over something that I’ve bin giving them the solution for awhile…

The hardest truth that I’ve learnt ( and from an early age ) is that people hardly listen to each other, rather take turns speaking at each other…what I’ve always resisted was the acceptance that what I’ve said is lost in the ether.

With Ruby, I try to and will continue to expose her to varied stimulus. She might not latch on to many, but just letting her know that their is options. We might not be in a position to take them, but when the opportunity arises – that we atleast recognize it…

So the picture above is my girl playing with water that is dripping from a watered plant down to another plant. Hopefully she would one day see permaculture principles in daily living. Act with thought and purpose making your moves with greatest efficiency possible in that moment in time.
Knowing that in hindsight there might have bin better moves, and doing them from now on.

I love to see her doing her own thing even if it’s contrary to my wishes. To be in that moment. Mi guess its me that should try to understand her more…and maybe begin to understand others’ behavior. I am after all more of a watcher and listener. I find human nature fascinating, often times circumstances have jaded my thought processes, but once I am aware of it having happened I can counter-balance it.

Which is why it’s so hard for me to blog/write, but this 365 day project is pushing me to do it.
Maybe I’ll get that spark back and get into writing again.
Maybe next year start the 365 ramblin’ project…if only I can start with the word “aniquity”

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Day 1.5: musings of a work in progress

Growing up I always thought of the coolest things one could at home…
I always wondered why parents never thought it up as well. There we those who built tree houses and the few ( I guess “hippie”/strange ones ) who did things kinda how I wanted it to be.
I am now older and maybe wiser, definitely more worldly in my knowledge and I hope I can be more the parent I always wanted to be than what parents should be…

Ruby’s room was originally gonna be my study till she came along, so the she ended up with a multicolored room – one side the background to Mario bros! – which I’ve since decided to change to studio ghibli characters, a (green) blackboard and a magnetic blackboard.
Now that she’s able to write – well hold a writing instrument reasonably well, the creative fun can begin…

I may not be the best dad, and I might not be the best I can be can’t help but be who I am and always wanted to be, as a father and as a work-in-progress.

We all come with baggage and promises, hopefully I can teach her to pack light…

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