Thursday, 28 October 2010

Hyperion



Saturn's weird moon, Hyperion, measures about 255 x 163 x 137 miles in diameter along its three axes. Because moons of this size usually have enough gravity to pull them into a spherical shape, astronomers suggest that it may be a fragment of a larger moon that was shattered by an impact.

The planet's odd shape prevents rotational locking, because the gravitational torques from Saturn and it's largest moon, Titan, tug at it unevenly. This results in a rotation that's impossible to predict. with The days that are never the same and Hyperion's north pole continually points to a different location in space.

Astronomers know the equation to predict the moon's rotational motion, but small uncertainties in measurements of the moon's initial location or velocity turn into large uncertainties over time.

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Sedition

Time to be serious now, but here is something that has to receive attention. Make it viral, make people know. Arundhati Roy is a writer, a beautiful humanist who sees the pain in people, and conveys it with such grace, and empathy, you cannot but feel you have been tranplanted into her world. As painful as that would be.

Dear all of you,
I am sending this from Srinagar. This is my statement in response to the news that I may be arrested soon on charges of sedition. It would be lovely if the whole statement is carried— which is why I am not sending it to the wire services.
All the best
Arundhati

STATEMENT BY ARUNDHATI ROY

I write this from Srinagar, Kashmir. This morning’s papers say that I may be arrested on charges of sedition for what I have said at recent public meetings on Kashmir. I said what millions of people here say every day. I said what I, as well as other commentators have written and said for years. Anybody who cares to read the transcripts of my speeches will see that they were fundamentally a call for justice. I spoke about justice for the people of Kashmir who live under one of the most brutal military occupations in the world; for Kashmiri Pandits who live out the tragedy of having been driven out of their homeland; for Dalit soldiers killed in Kashmir whose graves I visited on garbage heaps in their villages in Cuddalore; for the Indian poor who pay the price of this occupation in material ways and who are now learning to live in the terror of what is becoming a police state.

Yesterday I traveled to Shopian, the apple-town in South Kashmir which had remained closed for 47 days last year in protest against the brutal rape and murder of Asiya and Nilofer, the young women whose bodies were found in a shallow stream near their homes and whose murderers have still not been brought to justice. I met Shakeel, who is Nilofer’s husband and Asiya’s brother. We sat in a circle of people crazed with grief and anger who had lost hope that they would ever get ‘insaf’—justice—from India, and now believed that Azadi—freedom— was their only hope. I met young stone pelters who had been shot through their eyes. I traveled with a young man who told me how three of his friends, teenagers in Anantnag district, had been taken into custody and had their finger-nails pulled out as punishment for throwing stones.

In the papers some have accused me of giving ‘hate-speeches’, of wanting India to break up. On the contrary, what I say comes from love and pride. It comes from not wanting people to be killed, raped, imprisoned or have their finger-nails pulled out in order to force them to say they are Indians. It comes from wanting to live in a society that is striving to be a just one. Pity the nation that has to silence its writers for speaking their minds. Pity the nation that needs to jail those who ask for justice, while communal killers, mass murderers, corporate scamsters, looters, rapists, and those who prey on the poorest of the poor, roam free.

Arundhati Roy

October 26 2010

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Bike porn

Since i have very little to say, i won't. Well, i do, but i'll stop. Soon.

Biker porn. Those images that stir your inner bits, and make you shout YES! at no-one in particular.

I present: The BALI DOG, courtesy of our old friends the DEUS EX motorcycle crowd.











If someone said i could have ONLY 1, i don't know which it would be. They're a set, i'll have one of each please. What i will say, is we need more of this, small bikes that turn your head. Not much to ask for?

PS: ok so the images don't fit perfectly, go see at the origional page at HELLFORLEATHER, they have specs and and and ....

Sunday, 24 October 2010

The Fazer



I keep going on about how much i love my bike, among fazer owners, i'm not alone. But imagine my surprise and then wonderment to read the following article:

Reader test: Yamaha Fazer FZ-6S

Dries is a fantastic guy i've had the pleasure of working with a few times, his wife and son have been equally enthusiastic of biking, and doing it safely.

Go read the article, and leave a comment, this is the kind of article i'd like to see more of!

For more of Dries' work, see Tripper on my friends blogroll.

PS: Another set of bike reviews done by Dries can be seen here:
http://www.bikereviews.weebly.com/

Friday, 22 October 2010

Mars (series)



Ride the Machine

Evocative manga panels from Fuyumi Soryo's romantic series Mars.

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Ex Unitate Vires

From unity, strength. Most here should recognise it instinctively, and understand the basic truth it represents. Sadly, it's an idea that is completely absent in our society today. There is no unity, and there certainly isn't any strength.

In my own sphere of biking, i look at bikers, in south africa, as a group, a very small demographic of people. As soon as you begin to speak with people across the biking spectrum, you realise that there are many differences. You have the patch wearers, your average guys and girls who love biking, and the biking lifestyle. Then you have the scooterists, those who ride because it's cheaper than a car. Then you have the rich boys, race bikes and full leathers, who ride around on sundays to make up for their weekday traffic. You have the adventure riders, who use bikes as a means of holiday, who really prefer to be offroad. You have the offroaders, who don't ride on road, only on dirt tracks and veld. Then you have guys like me, just commuters, who prefer the freedom of movement a bike offers in the urban chaos, without any club affiliation.

Now these groups are all unique and fantastic in their own right, and we all have the 2 wheeled thing in common, something certainly more binding than many other groups today. The problem is that while we should be a tightly kit community who understand that we have more in common than not, we're not. Half the bikers will not even deign to speak to the other half, and you can divide that half any way you can imagine. On every level, you have people who feel that they stand out, and should stand out, no matter the detriment to anyone. In the vclubs, each club and each club president is struggling to be the biggest peanut in the packet, each group feels superior to the rest, and any negotiations are a direct assault on their superiority.

Why is this? It's a unnatural bent towards the self destructiveness that is so prevalent in society. Cagers hate bikers, bikers hate cagers, and everyone hates cyclists. Now i as all of the above can understand each unique perspective, and no-one is wrong in the whole. Bikers are lawless gangsters, cagers are brain dead morons, cyclists are lemmings and pedestrians are a deadly nuisance.

But: bikers are free, cagers are safe, cyclists are social, and peds are simple. Ups and downs in all of these. Why then the enmity between us all? I have been told a similar situation exists across all spheres, both serious and fun. It was pointed out as a "white south african" problem, something sadly very telling, but not entirely accurate. It's a WESTERN problem. We have been so indoctrinated into "group think", it's impossible to think outside this artificially created social reality.

I think of all the sadnesses we as a country have endured in the past few decades, none has been so galling as the blind obeysance paid by our dear leader to the bitch the queen. Hey zuma, your grovelling to the empire disrespected every single boer and black death against the empire. You fight the boers with every last breath but bow to the common enemy. They won, with their monetary social classifications, and egotistical selfishness, they have conquered by fraud what they could never win in battle, save by scorched earth.

And we, poor stupid mass of mankind, follow these rules and precepts unflinchingly. Perpetuating the stupid, in and amongst ourselves. Are people truly this blind? Yes. overwhelmingly yes. And these are the educated among us, the affluent, how much poor the poor man, so dependant on the good will of his neighbours for his health.

It doesn't have to be this way. It really doesn't. I see examples every single day where it is not so. In the office, old white guy and a young black girl, the old black driver and the white ladies who do support. They're all just people, they get along because, there's no reason not to. Myself, a bad christian, and Terri, a good pagan, we see through this stupid facade of society, deeper. That in fact, we are one. Not only with each other, but with the earth, the sky, the birds, and plants, everything. When you consider how much you have in common with a plant, differences between modes of transportation in an industrial society really are negligent.

But people can't see the similarities between each other, nor rejoice in the differences. I see this all so clearly, yet stand helplessly by as my entreaties towards unity are brushed aside with many variations of the same "we're unique, leave us out thanks."

I cultivate being different, how i despise the arrogant uniformity around me. But it's an attitude that needs constant attention, for as soon as anyone does step out from the mould, it's instantly recognisable and laudable. It also requires a constant re-evaluation of your beliefs, understandings and fears. Perhaps i am wrong in many things, but in this i know i am right. We are one. Really. The fact that many don't have this understanding is the cause of most of the world's unhappiness. One does not mean "alike", it means we are different. An amorphous blob is nothing compared to the intracacies of the human body, with it's various systems, specialised cells, and many chemicals.

Why then is society an amorphous blob, not so much colourless as grey, like when you throw all the colours together, making a dirty mud colour. When we have so many colours to start with, why are we making such an ugly mess?

Monday, 18 October 2010

The Legend

http://www.thecommutingmotorcyclist.co.za/

The Legend

He apologises for not writing for the past 4 months. But he's here now.

He asks if you guys ould leave a comment as he says it has been very lonely on his side of the fence.

Friday, 15 October 2010

Up! Ride with the Kelpie

Kelpie

There was a warm wind with the high tide
on the south of the hill.
When a young girl went a-walking
and I followed with a will.
``Good day to you, my fine young lady
with your lips so sweetly full.
May I help you comb your long hair ---
sweep it from that brow so cool?''

Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Well I'm a man when I'm feeling
the urge to step ashore.
So I may charm you --- not alarm you.
Tell you all fine things, and more.

Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Say goodbye to all your dear kin ---
for they hate to see you go
in your young prime, to this place of mine
in the still loch far below.

Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Thank you Jethro Tull

A Kelpie is a ... see here.

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Crash

So the wifey just called to say she's been rear-ended. Taxi pulled out, wife braked, monkey didn't. So taxi, who caused the accident riders away, and we get left with the costs. I would also guess said monkey was on the phone, but what would that help?

This is just a small reason why this "life" we all seem to think so highly of is a crock of shit. Months from now i'm still going to be paying excess for the illegal and stupid actions of others. So typically south africa.

At least no-one got hurt.

UPDATE: the sticker on the bumper was scratched, basically. The other driver had to be towed away?
Wifey has a sore back, and neck, but not dangerously so. Nothing a rub can't help.
What an odd event.
peace

UPDATE2: ok so i was wrong. again. Nothing a neck brace for a few weeks can't sort out. Pinched nerve :/
I hope she gets well soon.

Monday, 11 October 2010

Sunday, bloody Sunday

I go along to this "biker teddy ride" on at the local mall. It was to be used as a "dry run" for the Toyrun. I'm shocked. The happy plonker who ran with it, guy by the name of Tiaan from Caxton newspapers, should be taken out and shot. Where do you get off making an event like this, and NOT having marshalls organised?
What the FUCK when i come to talk to you (after you don't return my calls) and immediately start talking about how you don't have enough badges? And seriously, if you advertise something like free food and discounts, then you bloody well ensure they are provided.
Not least of which, if you want to "organise" this kind of event, the least you can freaking do is be there on time. As usual, i'm ashamed to be a biker.

Fortunately, thanks to the CMA marshalls were provided, and it was quite cute listening to them talk about route a full 15 minutes after we were supposed to ride.

Nobody died, for which we should all be grateful.

Then i get dragged along to the barnyard theatre in broadacres. For a 70's show. Right. So i figured the parking lot would be more pleasant, where i befriended a fountain. But seriously, that's the one thing about going out somewhere in this mine dump ... you remember in painful clarity why you don't go out somewhere in this minedump.

Saturday was great ... i made a bird feeder, fixed ... something else, metal i think (?) and got busy with fixing a drawer. Oh yes, the leaking geyser. Bought some really fancy stuff, to seal the pipe joins, that didn't work. So tonight (hopefully) clean up the gunk off the pipes, and use silicon, i know how that stuff works!!

Then i had sunday, ah well, thank the gods a whole 5 days before weekend again.

Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Meet Ziggy

Ziggy is my friend. As you can see, Ziggy is a Grey Lourie, very common around here. Ziggy is the most sociable grey lourie in the world.



Ziggy is king of the ... well everything ...



He's almost a year old now, rescued as a chick after being cat prey, hand reared by some friends who have moved on. He spends most of his day in his cage, but evenings he is let out, and he'll fly around the house investigating us, and looking for any bits to eat. Apples are his staple, but almost anything gets tried. Toast is a surprising favourite, and leaves.

Saturday, 2 October 2010

The importance of living .... reprise

Would you do me a favor? Find an easy chair, or better yet, go outside to a secluded spot and read this essay at your leisure.*

*The art of letting go ...

I've spoken of Lin Yutang before, and here i found a wonderful short essay by someone else on the book: The Importance of Living, by Lin Yutang, and some of the ... less popular of his outlooks. Go read it first, at leasure, here's a favourite part though:

"Life in the West, according to Lin, is "too complex, too serious, too somber, and too involved." He would agree with Henry David Thoreau: "Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify, simplify." Following Taoist philosophy, Lin warned against "over doing, over achieving, over action . . . of being too prominent, too useful, and too serviceable." The "perfectly square" house, the "perfectly clean" room, and the "perfectly straight" road rankle in him. He goes on to say, "O wise humanity, terribly wise humanity! How inscrutable is the civilization where men toil and work and worry their hair gray to get a living and forget to play!"

There's a thread, woven through our thinking, that stays the same no matter where it's found. It's a frail thread of sanity, of human human-ness and the triumph of mankind. Common sense, perhaps, but even that differs from culture to culture. It's a wisdom, that ultimately we are all doomed, our works and efforts like smoke on a windy day. And yet we are forced to smile at the sunrise, and make the most of our smoke break. Not in an industrious way, but a harmonious one, taking and giving in an endless flow, from the sunlight to the garden to the children playing in the water. Taking and giving. Communion with all around.

I don't like taking. It's a problem i have. And i give too cautiously, always wary for tricks and consequences. I block the flow. Admission for the day, late as it is.

I have the fortune of knowing what i ought to do ... and the intent to do it. What i lack is the strength, i guess. It takes a strong man to be calm, and himself, and in control of himself, in the daily whirlwind. To stand outside "society" and it's silly precepts, and yet to function within as part of it. For it is opposite to everything sane, and human, this ultra sane and ultra human world we have created.

I marvel at the motorcar, this creation which is utterly ours, it is designed entirely around the human form, it's needs and comforts. Yet how utterly inhumane it makes us? From the morning traffic to late night accidents, what has it given us but long commutes, death and disassociation from each other? Cell phones would be the next logical target. Given us so that we may "communicate" with each other, it's doing everything BUT. People wandering around in a daze consumed by the contents of their magic box. Speaking to everyone in the whole world except those in closest proximity to them.

These 2 are the most obvious examples, but starting from when you wake to an electronic NOISE to when you try ignore the night time traffic for some blessed sleep, the entire daily life we lead is working against our best interests.

To switch off the phone, ignore the metal metal madness outside, and to enjoy being who and where you are is a skill i am only just learning to enjoy. But i never can relax, not truly. I'm still connected to the machine. Plugged in. Hard wired. Dependant.

You cannot fight the machine, you can only let go it's hold over you. That hold begins in the mind, and is the only place you'll ever truly escape it. But that alone is cause for celebration!

Friday, 1 October 2010

Somali law

Please don't snigger yet. I found this most interesting article that defies the conventional view of Somalia, not as an anarchic wasteland, but a highly structured and traditional society. The basis of the countries laws are tribal, and unless you belong to a tribe, you do not exist. Hence killing a tourist has zero implications.

I quote:
Nevertheless, since 1991, the United Nations has made efforts to promote the establishment of a democratic government in Somalia. Van Notten strongly argues that such government is incompatible with the Somali customary law, which prizes life, liberty, and property. He asserts that democracy is not even a viable option:

"When the electorate is composed of close-knit tribal, religious, linguistic or ethnic communities, the people invariably vote, not on the merits of any issue, but for the party of their own community. The community with the greatest numbers wins the election, and the minority parties then put rebellion and secession at the top of their political agenda. That is nothing but a recipe for chaos." (van Notten, 127; 2005)

Questions arise as to rampageous warlords when discussing a country without a central government. Van Notten explains that warlords exist because of the efforts to form a central government, not because of its absence:

"A democratic government has every power to exert dominion over people. To fend off the possibility of being dominated, each clan tries to capture the power of that government before it can become a threat. Those clans that didn't share in the spoils of political power would realize their chances of becoming part of the ruling alliance were nil. Therefore, they would rebel and try to secede. That would prompt the ruling clans to use every means to suppress these centrifugal forces… in the end all clans would fight with one another." (van Notten, 136; 2005)

A very interesting look at what we could get soon, once the central government fails then we are indeed left to our own "clans" .. be they blood, belief or geography, that will cause us to form new social groupings.

I've joined the local blockwatch, and what i've seen so far is phenomenal, how in the total obsence of effective policing, people take over, and do what needs to be done.