Complete synchonicity ... 2 different blogs in different weeks and i have 1 &2.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Friday, 5 October 2012
Arundhati Roy
"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget. " -
Arundhati Roy
Tuesday, 2 October 2012
Jump
"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."
writer David Foster Wallace, who committed suicide in 2008
writer David Foster Wallace, who committed suicide in 2008
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Apartheid and South Africa
An excellent article by john Pilger, he shows real insight into "how it really is". Reprinted in full because it's that important, know your history!!
informationclearinghouse.info
September 21, 2012 "Information Clearing House" - The murder of 34 miners by the South African police, most of them shot in the back, puts paid to the illusion of post-apartheid democracy and illuminates the new worldwide apartheid of which South Africa is both an historic and contemporary model.
In 1894, long before the infamous Afrikaans word foretold "separate development" for the majority people of South Africa, an Englishman, Cecil John Rhodes, oversaw the Glen Grey Act in what was then the Cape Colony. This was designed to force blacks from agriculture into an army of cheap labour, principally for the mining of newly discovered gold and other precious minerals. As a result of this social Darwinism, Rhodes' own De Beers company quickly developed into a world monopoly, making him fabulously rich. In keeping with liberalism in Britain and the United States, he was celebrated as a philanthropist supporting high-minded causes.
Today, the Rhodes scholarship at Oxford University is prized among liberal elites. Successful Rhodes scholars must demonstrate "moral force of character" and "sympathy for and protection of the weak, and unselfishness, kindliness and fellowship". The former president Bill Clinton is one, General Wesley Clark, who led the Nato attack on Yugoslavia, is another. The wall known as apartheid was built for the benefit of the few, not least the most ambitious of the bourgeoisie.
This was something of a taboo during the years of racial apartheid. South Africans of British descent could indulge an apparent opposition to the Boers' obsession with race, and their contempt for the Boers themselves, while providing the facades behind which an inhumane system guaranteed privileges based on race and, more importantly, on class.
The new black elite in South Africa, whose numbers and influence had been growing steadily during the latter racial apartheid years, understood the part they would play following "liberation". Their "historic mission", wrote Frantz Fanon in his prescient classic The Wretched of the Earth, "has nothing to do with transforming the nation: it consists, prosaically, of being the transmission line between the nation and a capitalism rampant though camouflaged".
This applied to leading figures in the African National Congress, such as Cyril Ramaphosa, head of the National Union of Mineworkers, now a corporate multi-millionaire, who negotiated a power-sharing "deal" with the regime of de F.W. Klerk, and Nelson Mandela himself, whose devotion to an "historic compromise" meant that freedom for the majority from poverty and inequity was a freedom too far. This became clear as early as 1985 when a group of South African industrialists led by Gavin Reilly, chairman of the Anglo-American mining company, met prominent ANC officials in Zambia and both sides agreed, in effect, that racial apartheid would be replaced by economic apartheid, known as the "free market".
Secret meetings subsequently took place in a stately home in England, Mells Park House, at which a future president of liberated South Africa, Tabo Mbeki, supped malt whisky with the heads of corporations that had shored up racial apartheid. The British giant Consolidated Goldfields supplied the venue and the whisky. The aim was to divide the "moderates" - the likes of Mbeki and Mandela - from an increasingly revolutionary multitude in the townships who evoked memories of uprisings following the Sharpeville Massacre in 1960 and at Soweto in 1976 - without ANC help.
Once Mandela was released from prison in 1990, the ANC's "unbreakable promise" to take over monopoly capital was seldom heard again. On his triumphant tour of the US, Mandela said in New York: "The ANC will re-introduce the market to South Africa." When I interviewed Mandela in 1997 - he was then president - and reminded him of the unbreakable promise, I was told in no uncertain terms that "the policy of the ANC is privatisation".
Enveloped in the hot air of corporate-speak, the Mandela and Mbeki governments took their cues from the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund. While the gap between the majority living beneath tin roofs without running water and the newly wealthy black elite in their gated estates became a chasm, finance minister Trevor Manuel was lauded in Washington for his "macro-economic achievements". South Africa, noted George Soros in 2001, had been delivered into "the hands of international capital".
Shortly before the massacre of miners employed for a pittance in a dangerous, British-registered platinum mine, the erosion of South Africa's economic independence was demonstrated when the ANC government of Jacob Zuma stopped importing 42 per cent of its oil from Iran under intense pressure from Washington. The price of petrol has already risen sharply, further impoverishing people.
This economic apartheid is now replicated across the world as poor countries comply with the demands of western "interests" as opposed to their own. The arrival of China as a contender for the resources of Africa, though without the economic and military threats of America, has provided further excuse for American military expansion, and the possibility of world war, as demonstrated by President Barack Obama's recent arms and military budget of $737.5 billion, the biggest ever. The first African-American president of the land of slavery presides over a perpetual war economy, mass unemployment and abandoned civil liberties: a system that has no objection to black or brown people as long as they serve the right class. Those who do not comply are likely to be incarcerated.
This is the South African and American way, of which Obama, son of Africa, is the embodiment. Liberal hysteria that the Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney is more extreme than Obama is no more than a familiar promotion of "lesser evilism" and changes nothing. Ironically, the election of Romney to the White House is likely to reawaken mass dissent in the US, whose demise is Obama's singular achievement.
Although Mandela and Obama cannot be compared - one is a figure of personal strength and courage, the other a pseudo political creation -- the illusion that both beckoned a new world of social justice is similar. It belongs to a grand illusion that relegates all human endeavour to a material value, and confuses media with information and military conquest with humanitarian purpose. Only when we surrender these fantasies shall we begin to end apartheid across the world.
www.johnpilger.com
informationclearinghouse.info
September 21, 2012 "Information Clearing House" - The murder of 34 miners by the South African police, most of them shot in the back, puts paid to the illusion of post-apartheid democracy and illuminates the new worldwide apartheid of which South Africa is both an historic and contemporary model.
In 1894, long before the infamous Afrikaans word foretold "separate development" for the majority people of South Africa, an Englishman, Cecil John Rhodes, oversaw the Glen Grey Act in what was then the Cape Colony. This was designed to force blacks from agriculture into an army of cheap labour, principally for the mining of newly discovered gold and other precious minerals. As a result of this social Darwinism, Rhodes' own De Beers company quickly developed into a world monopoly, making him fabulously rich. In keeping with liberalism in Britain and the United States, he was celebrated as a philanthropist supporting high-minded causes.
Today, the Rhodes scholarship at Oxford University is prized among liberal elites. Successful Rhodes scholars must demonstrate "moral force of character" and "sympathy for and protection of the weak, and unselfishness, kindliness and fellowship". The former president Bill Clinton is one, General Wesley Clark, who led the Nato attack on Yugoslavia, is another. The wall known as apartheid was built for the benefit of the few, not least the most ambitious of the bourgeoisie.
This was something of a taboo during the years of racial apartheid. South Africans of British descent could indulge an apparent opposition to the Boers' obsession with race, and their contempt for the Boers themselves, while providing the facades behind which an inhumane system guaranteed privileges based on race and, more importantly, on class.
The new black elite in South Africa, whose numbers and influence had been growing steadily during the latter racial apartheid years, understood the part they would play following "liberation". Their "historic mission", wrote Frantz Fanon in his prescient classic The Wretched of the Earth, "has nothing to do with transforming the nation: it consists, prosaically, of being the transmission line between the nation and a capitalism rampant though camouflaged".
This applied to leading figures in the African National Congress, such as Cyril Ramaphosa, head of the National Union of Mineworkers, now a corporate multi-millionaire, who negotiated a power-sharing "deal" with the regime of de F.W. Klerk, and Nelson Mandela himself, whose devotion to an "historic compromise" meant that freedom for the majority from poverty and inequity was a freedom too far. This became clear as early as 1985 when a group of South African industrialists led by Gavin Reilly, chairman of the Anglo-American mining company, met prominent ANC officials in Zambia and both sides agreed, in effect, that racial apartheid would be replaced by economic apartheid, known as the "free market".
Secret meetings subsequently took place in a stately home in England, Mells Park House, at which a future president of liberated South Africa, Tabo Mbeki, supped malt whisky with the heads of corporations that had shored up racial apartheid. The British giant Consolidated Goldfields supplied the venue and the whisky. The aim was to divide the "moderates" - the likes of Mbeki and Mandela - from an increasingly revolutionary multitude in the townships who evoked memories of uprisings following the Sharpeville Massacre in 1960 and at Soweto in 1976 - without ANC help.
Once Mandela was released from prison in 1990, the ANC's "unbreakable promise" to take over monopoly capital was seldom heard again. On his triumphant tour of the US, Mandela said in New York: "The ANC will re-introduce the market to South Africa." When I interviewed Mandela in 1997 - he was then president - and reminded him of the unbreakable promise, I was told in no uncertain terms that "the policy of the ANC is privatisation".
Enveloped in the hot air of corporate-speak, the Mandela and Mbeki governments took their cues from the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund. While the gap between the majority living beneath tin roofs without running water and the newly wealthy black elite in their gated estates became a chasm, finance minister Trevor Manuel was lauded in Washington for his "macro-economic achievements". South Africa, noted George Soros in 2001, had been delivered into "the hands of international capital".
Shortly before the massacre of miners employed for a pittance in a dangerous, British-registered platinum mine, the erosion of South Africa's economic independence was demonstrated when the ANC government of Jacob Zuma stopped importing 42 per cent of its oil from Iran under intense pressure from Washington. The price of petrol has already risen sharply, further impoverishing people.
This economic apartheid is now replicated across the world as poor countries comply with the demands of western "interests" as opposed to their own. The arrival of China as a contender for the resources of Africa, though without the economic and military threats of America, has provided further excuse for American military expansion, and the possibility of world war, as demonstrated by President Barack Obama's recent arms and military budget of $737.5 billion, the biggest ever. The first African-American president of the land of slavery presides over a perpetual war economy, mass unemployment and abandoned civil liberties: a system that has no objection to black or brown people as long as they serve the right class. Those who do not comply are likely to be incarcerated.
This is the South African and American way, of which Obama, son of Africa, is the embodiment. Liberal hysteria that the Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney is more extreme than Obama is no more than a familiar promotion of "lesser evilism" and changes nothing. Ironically, the election of Romney to the White House is likely to reawaken mass dissent in the US, whose demise is Obama's singular achievement.
Although Mandela and Obama cannot be compared - one is a figure of personal strength and courage, the other a pseudo political creation -- the illusion that both beckoned a new world of social justice is similar. It belongs to a grand illusion that relegates all human endeavour to a material value, and confuses media with information and military conquest with humanitarian purpose. Only when we surrender these fantasies shall we begin to end apartheid across the world.
www.johnpilger.com
Friday, 21 September 2012
Memories
I want to try and live my life carrying all my memories. And if even if the memories are painful, even if they do nothing but hurt me, I want to keep them. Even those memories I sometimes I wish I could forget. As long as I carry them with me, as long as I can keep holding on, then some day, some day, I’ll be strong enough that those memories don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll be glad that I have them. That’s what I want. With all my heart. That’s why all my memories are precious to me. I don’t think it would be okay to forget a single one.
Natsuki TAKAYA
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This is the hardest thing for me.
Natsuki TAKAYA
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This is the hardest thing for me.
Thursday, 20 September 2012
Patterns and properties
All of the Universe is composed of systems and patterns. A system is a set of components that interact with each other. A pattern is a property that emerges from the interactions between the components of a system. Each pattern becomes a component of a system on a higher scale. This gives rise to the infinite fractal nature of the Cosmos.
This echoed some Pirsig in my mind, from Layla, where he theorises on the nature of humans and human interactions. Going from the molecular, to the biological, the the social, and the intellectual, each step representing a set of patterns and laws governing that pattern.
The most curious thing about that system is that each pattern is the inverse of the previous. Laws that govern molecular compounds focus on binding the elements together, in a static state. The biological level, becomes the opposite, where the goal is not static-ness, but movement. Freedom to move at will is completely and utterly against the laws of the molecular.
Going from one extreme to the other is how life has become more infinitely complex and interwoven. And it is not always one set of laws that operate ... each new level, while ushering in a new set of natural laws, still holds within it the previous laws, only attenuated, or seconded to the new primary goals.
Sometimes we can no longer follow the established laws, and patterns, but we have to break ABOVE the current, and go against the grain, to live on a higher plane. Of course, the errant branches are the first to be pruned.
This echoed some Pirsig in my mind, from Layla, where he theorises on the nature of humans and human interactions. Going from the molecular, to the biological, the the social, and the intellectual, each step representing a set of patterns and laws governing that pattern.
The most curious thing about that system is that each pattern is the inverse of the previous. Laws that govern molecular compounds focus on binding the elements together, in a static state. The biological level, becomes the opposite, where the goal is not static-ness, but movement. Freedom to move at will is completely and utterly against the laws of the molecular.
Going from one extreme to the other is how life has become more infinitely complex and interwoven. And it is not always one set of laws that operate ... each new level, while ushering in a new set of natural laws, still holds within it the previous laws, only attenuated, or seconded to the new primary goals.
Sometimes we can no longer follow the established laws, and patterns, but we have to break ABOVE the current, and go against the grain, to live on a higher plane. Of course, the errant branches are the first to be pruned.
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Dagga couple home invaded
The DC were hit badly last night. Our home was hit at gunpoint by three robbers. All our notebooks, phones and backup drives have been stolen.
Two years of case notes gone. We're unharmed and have Myrtle's spare phone.
It's really cruel.
There will be a break in transmission while we deal with insurance and shlep etc.
Keep the posts coming. We'll be back.
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Sending good thoughts and love to them.
Very suspicious.
Two years of case notes gone. We're unharmed and have Myrtle's spare phone.
It's really cruel.
There will be a break in transmission while we deal with insurance and shlep etc.
Keep the posts coming. We'll be back.
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Sending good thoughts and love to them.
Very suspicious.
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Friday, 14 September 2012
Horror in high places
You have more rights because you're a majority; you have less rights because you're a minority. That's how democracy works,”
But you wouldn’t tell from Zuma’s demeanour and responses in Parliament on Thursday that he appreciated the extent of the country’s crisis, or that it bothered him in the least. He was his usual giggly self, manoeuvring around contentious issues and washing his hands of responsibility for any of the many things that went awry.
Zuma ignored Kganare’s question about whether the country was under a security threat and why its military had been placed on high alert.
She called on Zuma to apologise to those brutally affected by his decision.
Zuma refused, saying it was not written on people’s foreheads who would go out of prison and recommit crime. He said while he sympathised with those affected, he would not apologise for releasing the prisoners as he was legally and constitutionally allowed to do so.
dailymaverick.co.za
This is an accurate reflection of the state of the nation. Words cannot convey my horror.
Zuma ignored Kganare’s question about whether the country was under a security threat and why its military had been placed on high alert.
She called on Zuma to apologise to those brutally affected by his decision.
Zuma refused, saying it was not written on people’s foreheads who would go out of prison and recommit crime. He said while he sympathised with those affected, he would not apologise for releasing the prisoners as he was legally and constitutionally allowed to do so.
dailymaverick.co.za
This is an accurate reflection of the state of the nation. Words cannot convey my horror.
Thursday, 13 September 2012
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
NollieFaith
We are constantly in need of anything and everything skateboard related and will happily accept new or used gear (bearings, decks, grip tape, hardware, protective gear, skate tools, trucks, wheels, etc). T-shirts and skate shoes are also much appreciated. Other items we could put to use include balloons, coloring books, crayons, footballs, pencils, sidewalk chalk, and sketch pads. You can drop off to us during one of our sessions or contact us to arrange a pickup or drop off at another time.
Thursday, 6 September 2012
Welcome rain!
Not much else really, just so happy to feel the rain and smell the clean moist air ...
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
Tuesday, 4 September 2012
Monday, 3 September 2012
Friday, 31 August 2012
Street art
We made a fire and a braai on sunday to celebrate the coming spring, and while i busied myself with the cooking and enjoyed the company of our friends, i had a little girl sitting very quietly with her chalk on the paving. Humble beginnings, but i really do like her style, and really enjoy watching her be free and creative.
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Shameless begging
Everybody else does it (sorta) so now it's my turn.
I've highlighted Theo Jansen's "Strandbeeste" on this blog before, and i watch the videos over and over, truly remarkable. And then i find this:
http://webshop.strandbeest.com/index.php?route=common/home
I look really good on my knees hey ;-)
I've highlighted Theo Jansen's "Strandbeeste" on this blog before, and i watch the videos over and over, truly remarkable. And then i find this:
http://webshop.strandbeest.com/index.php?route=common/home
If there is ever another model that i build (i made many as a kid) i want it to be one of these. There is nothing else that would be even remotely as satisfying on my wall.
I look really good on my knees hey ;-)
Life is a question ...
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
~
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Consciousness means living with a witness; unconsciousness means living without a witness. When you are walking on the road, you can walk consciously — that’s what Buddha says one should do — you are alert, deep down you are aware that you are walking; you are conscious of each movement. You are conscious of the birds singing in the trees, the early morning sun coming through the trees, the rays touching you, the warmth, the fresh air, the fragrance of newly opening flowers. A dog starts barking, a train passes by, you are breathing… you are watching everything. You are not excluding anything out of your alertness; you are taking everything in. The breath goes in, the breath goes out… you are watching everything that is happening.
~
Osho
Thank you nemebatocabe.tumblr
Eat these words slowly, and chew them well. Let the flavour linger and fill your hunger. Drink in deep the fresh dew mist in the air, and smell the sweetness of spring. Then time for a slow walk perhaps, alongside a river.
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Biker RANT
I typed stuff and in a fit of sanity deleted it. Let me try again.
FUCK YOU think bike
FUCK YOU jmpd
And if you're some retarded car driver who thinks riding to work is a good idea and you should try it too, DON'T. Stay in your fucking car please.
My motivations were twofold,
1) to educate those who were ignorant
2) to do something before jmpd started trolling that stretch
Thanks hey. Ignorance wins again.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Death Self, 1977
Marina Abramovic and Ulay (Uwe Laysiepen)
This performance consisted of the two artists seated in front of each other, connected at the mouth. They took in each other’s breaths until all of their available oxygen had been used up. The performance lasted only 17 minutes, resulting in both artists collapsing unconscious to the floor, having filled their lungs with carbon dioxide. This personal piece explored the idea of an individual’s ability to absorb the life of another person, exchanging and destroying it.
Wikipedia
Monday, 27 August 2012
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
Flying bikes
Not as pretty as the Malloy Hoverbike, but fully functional, which is better !
www.livescience.com
The big problem is "rollover" which is a self evident problem, they claim to have made a simple advance which helps prevent that, simple in the sense of not overly electronic. This is great because it means that if it can work conceptually, any tech added on will only improve a good idea, and not replace it.
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Friday, 17 August 2012
Lonmin
Why is the rape of rock and men easier to achieve than say, small scale farming?
Those miners don't need that 4000 rand per month. They need food, transport, shelter, education, and a means of production, by which they can fill up their days and provide extra for themselves and their families.
But it's actually easier to die for a salary than to live with your family.
Those miners don't need that 4000 rand per month. They need food, transport, shelter, education, and a means of production, by which they can fill up their days and provide extra for themselves and their families.
But it's actually easier to die for a salary than to live with your family.
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Ladybird books
When i received this last night, the first thing my mind came up with was the smell of ladybird books in the library at Timour Hall Primary, where i later became a library helper. That smell and the excitement inside when a new book was opened to explore ... always new stories, so many stories, i marveled even then.
Thank you K
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
Growing Gold
“Without weed, we would be starving,”
“If you grow corn or cabbages, the baboons steal them,”
“I put the seeds in the ground, watered them, and it grew,” she said of her first crop. “I was able to feed my children.”
“Weeds are very bad for weed,”
A good harvest can yield as much as 25 pounds of marijuana. But they sell to middlemen who come through the villages at harvest time, and have little bargaining power. Most make less than $400 per crop.
School fees for her two remaining grandchildren at home would be nearly $400 next school year, she said, and she had no other way to earn the money.
“The men come from South Africa to buy, but they cheat us,” Ms. Nkosi said. “What can we do? If you sit with it the police can come and arrest you.”
New York Times
Monday, 13 August 2012
Supercop needs help
A note from Andre Snyman, the founder of eblockwatch
Do you remember our Super Cop Stroppie Groblerlaar? The guy who helped look for Leigh Matthews, The guy who caught the person who murdered the girl from Britz, the guy who got into his own car and drove to Durban to find a missing child. The guy who made us build a house for an old lady in Soweto. Well now he needs us.
This guy Stroppie is the most amazing human being. In the ten years that I have known him, he has done so much to keep many South Africans safe. Take a look at our Facebook page see what I mean. Now he needs our help.
http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/groups/333412310083983/permalink/333847493373798/?notif_t=like
EBlockwatch members were shocked to learn of the misfortune of Super Cop Stroppie who lost his house and belongings in a fire recently. Several members have offered their assistance by donating items and money. We are still in need of help with the following and members who can assist must please advise us how they can assist.
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Go see, maybe you know of a way to help.
It is estimated that it will take about six months for the house to be rebuild. Please advise us on ebwinformation@mweb.co.za should you be able to assist in any way.
Do you remember our Super Cop Stroppie Groblerlaar? The guy who helped look for Leigh Matthews, The guy who caught the person who murdered the girl from Britz, the guy who got into his own car and drove to Durban to find a missing child. The guy who made us build a house for an old lady in Soweto. Well now he needs us.
This guy Stroppie is the most amazing human being. In the ten years that I have known him, he has done so much to keep many South Africans safe. Take a look at our Facebook page see what I mean. Now he needs our help.
http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/groups/333412310083983/permalink/333847493373798/?notif_t=like
EBlockwatch members were shocked to learn of the misfortune of Super Cop Stroppie who lost his house and belongings in a fire recently. Several members have offered their assistance by donating items and money. We are still in need of help with the following and members who can assist must please advise us how they can assist.
_________________________________________________
Go see, maybe you know of a way to help.
It is estimated that it will take about six months for the house to be rebuild. Please advise us on ebwinformation@mweb.co.za should you be able to assist in any way.
Friday, 10 August 2012
Thursday, 9 August 2012
TT
I had embedded the video, but it's playing automatically each time i refresh, which is annoying, i thing you'd agree. So please click the link, and enjoy something that really got my pulse racing.
Axis of Oversteer
Axis of Oversteer
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
Friday, 3 August 2012
Arb thoughts
The first thing i noticed this morning was the light, soft and pink and gentle. Joburg has a peculiar secret, it's light. You have days where the african sun glares at you with a million watts of pure heat, and other days where it seems almost invisible behind transluscent clouds ... and the light comes at you from all directions at once. I look out the window and there are no shadows ...
Typical winter morning, dry and cold and noisy, but i'm grateful for the rise in temperature over yesterday, which very, very cold. The air is still clear from the strong winds of the week, the smog hasn't had time to settle in yet, but the wind cleared out the dust that was bedevilling us all.
The traffic situation has gone from bad to worse, it's just in a natural decline, with the only funtioning part of the system the brave medics who pick up the pieces afterwards. I past 2 sets of metro pigs on the way to work, both sets produced horrendous results in the morning traffic. They messed up the highway for miles, by sitting at the offramp and creating a bottleneck, exactly at the worst possible place to create a bottleneck. The roadblock in rivonia was just another power trip, already reports of bribe seeking are coming in, and the traffic is just worse than ever, gridlock. It's too stupid for words, but nothing is done against the hundreds of people who are being murdered by public transport each month.
I've been thinking so deeply about this for so long, i'm astonished to have had a new insight. I know i know how the mind works, but it's the part about ruminating that we have trouble with. Waiting for your mind to tell you what it knows. So, i am of course patient in that respect, and then i realised: patience.
The lack of patience is the single biggest cause of accidents in South Africa. Since nobody has any intelligent data, i can't prove anything, but i'll say that over 95% of accidents are preceded by someone deciding to "not wait". Impatience is what is killing us, hurry up and get there before anyone else.
This attitude is countrywide, and deeply entrenched. It's worse in joburg of course, and is sadly a symptom only, it's a reaction, but one that is spiralling out of control. It's not speed, it's not always breaking a road rule, and it's not even bad driving, as such. But when you add any of the above to someone in a hurry, it becomes an accident ... like sex = babies. Not 100% of the time, just enough to make you careless, and of course when the baby arrives, everyone acts all surprised.
This is the message that must be used nationwide, and it will take print, radio, tv and billboards to achieve, but it it the only way to reduce the death tolls. Other things must happen too, jmpd must be fired, all of them, and an entirely new set of rules drafted for them, and entirely different modus operandi. But until we can do that, it's up to us. Government will do nothing except tax us, time for us to refuse them that too.
Typical winter morning, dry and cold and noisy, but i'm grateful for the rise in temperature over yesterday, which very, very cold. The air is still clear from the strong winds of the week, the smog hasn't had time to settle in yet, but the wind cleared out the dust that was bedevilling us all.
The traffic situation has gone from bad to worse, it's just in a natural decline, with the only funtioning part of the system the brave medics who pick up the pieces afterwards. I past 2 sets of metro pigs on the way to work, both sets produced horrendous results in the morning traffic. They messed up the highway for miles, by sitting at the offramp and creating a bottleneck, exactly at the worst possible place to create a bottleneck. The roadblock in rivonia was just another power trip, already reports of bribe seeking are coming in, and the traffic is just worse than ever, gridlock. It's too stupid for words, but nothing is done against the hundreds of people who are being murdered by public transport each month.
I've been thinking so deeply about this for so long, i'm astonished to have had a new insight. I know i know how the mind works, but it's the part about ruminating that we have trouble with. Waiting for your mind to tell you what it knows. So, i am of course patient in that respect, and then i realised: patience.
The lack of patience is the single biggest cause of accidents in South Africa. Since nobody has any intelligent data, i can't prove anything, but i'll say that over 95% of accidents are preceded by someone deciding to "not wait". Impatience is what is killing us, hurry up and get there before anyone else.
This attitude is countrywide, and deeply entrenched. It's worse in joburg of course, and is sadly a symptom only, it's a reaction, but one that is spiralling out of control. It's not speed, it's not always breaking a road rule, and it's not even bad driving, as such. But when you add any of the above to someone in a hurry, it becomes an accident ... like sex = babies. Not 100% of the time, just enough to make you careless, and of course when the baby arrives, everyone acts all surprised.
This is the message that must be used nationwide, and it will take print, radio, tv and billboards to achieve, but it it the only way to reduce the death tolls. Other things must happen too, jmpd must be fired, all of them, and an entirely new set of rules drafted for them, and entirely different modus operandi. But until we can do that, it's up to us. Government will do nothing except tax us, time for us to refuse them that too.
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Accesories to murder
Shame on you Zuma and Mantashe
July 31 2012 at 04:23pm By Max du Preez
...
But I would prefer to move away from allegations and newspaper reports and tell you about evidence accepted by a court of law that shows clearly how casually the ANC leadership treats corruption.
...
In December 2008 Motsi and Phakoe travelled to Nkandla, where they had an appointment with Zuma. They explained their dossier and pleaded for action.
A month or two later they took their evidence to a meeting in Potchefstroom with Zuma, Deputy President Kgalema Motlanthe, ANC treasurer-general Mathews Phosa and North West Premier Thandi Modise.
The two then handed their dossier to the minister then in charge of local government, Sicelo Shiceka, during a meeting in Rustenburg which mayor Wolmarans also attended.
According to court evidence, Phakoe looked at Wolmarans across the table and said to him: “Hurt me, but don’t kill me.” Phakoe afterwards told Motsi: “This might be my last day.”
Two days later the mayor’s bodyguard, Enoch Matshaba, shot Phakoe in his parked car at his Rustenburg home as he returned from putting up ANC election posters.
Phakoe died on the spot.
Motsi’s crusade led to his suspension as chairman of the MK Veterans Association – he abused his position, it was found.
Wolmarans was the obvious suspect in the case, but the officer in charge of the investigation accused Motsi of the murder.
Only last year when the Hawks raided crime intelligence boss Richard Mdluli’s office did they find the dossier and charged Wolmarans and his bodyguard.
Two weeks ago, Judge Ronnie Hendricks found that Motsi was a truthful and reliable witness. He sentenced Wolmarans to 20 years and Matshaba to life in prison.
Shame on you, Jacob Zuma. Shame on you, Gwede Mantashe.
July 31 2012 at 04:23pm By Max du Preez
...
But I would prefer to move away from allegations and newspaper reports and tell you about evidence accepted by a court of law that shows clearly how casually the ANC leadership treats corruption.
...
In December 2008 Motsi and Phakoe travelled to Nkandla, where they had an appointment with Zuma. They explained their dossier and pleaded for action.
A month or two later they took their evidence to a meeting in Potchefstroom with Zuma, Deputy President Kgalema Motlanthe, ANC treasurer-general Mathews Phosa and North West Premier Thandi Modise.
The two then handed their dossier to the minister then in charge of local government, Sicelo Shiceka, during a meeting in Rustenburg which mayor Wolmarans also attended.
According to court evidence, Phakoe looked at Wolmarans across the table and said to him: “Hurt me, but don’t kill me.” Phakoe afterwards told Motsi: “This might be my last day.”
Two days later the mayor’s bodyguard, Enoch Matshaba, shot Phakoe in his parked car at his Rustenburg home as he returned from putting up ANC election posters.
Phakoe died on the spot.
Motsi’s crusade led to his suspension as chairman of the MK Veterans Association – he abused his position, it was found.
Wolmarans was the obvious suspect in the case, but the officer in charge of the investigation accused Motsi of the murder.
Only last year when the Hawks raided crime intelligence boss Richard Mdluli’s office did they find the dossier and charged Wolmarans and his bodyguard.
Two weeks ago, Judge Ronnie Hendricks found that Motsi was a truthful and reliable witness. He sentenced Wolmarans to 20 years and Matshaba to life in prison.
Shame on you, Jacob Zuma. Shame on you, Gwede Mantashe.
The internet
http://internet-map.net/
Hello. My name is Ruslan Enikeev. I am the author of The Internet map. This is my personal non-commercial project. It returns no money.
Many people want to see the Map and it leads to huge bills from the hosting company.
Please donate some money if you can. Without your help I will have to pay thousands of dollars and will have to close the Map.
You can do it now or later, after browsing the Map (click About, the button will be at the end of the text).
Hello. My name is Ruslan Enikeev. I am the author of The Internet map. This is my personal non-commercial project. It returns no money.
Many people want to see the Map and it leads to huge bills from the hosting company.
Please donate some money if you can. Without your help I will have to pay thousands of dollars and will have to close the Map.
You can do it now or later, after browsing the Map (click About, the button will be at the end of the text).
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
A hand
My right hand has written many poems that I compose and my left hand has not written any poems. None the less, my right hand doesn't think, left hand you are useless. My right hand doesn't have any superiority complex and because of this is very happy.My left hand doesn't have any inferiority complex. That being so, in my hands exist a type of wisdom otherwise known as non discriminatory wisdom. I remember one day I was hammering a nail and my right hand was not very steady and instead of hitting the nail I hit a finger. My right hand let go of the hammer to help the left hand. It did this very tenderly, as if it was looking after itself. However it did not say “ You know what left hand, me the right hand has looked after you and you must not forget that”. Not only that you have to return me the favour in the future. My hands don't think like that and my left hand does not think “ right hand you have hurt me, give me the hammer I want justice”. Because both hands are aware that they are united and the same.
Spoken by Thich Nhat Hahn
Spoken by Thich Nhat Hahn
Friday, 27 July 2012
Wealth
www.guardian.co.uk
In total, 10 million individuals around the world hold assets offshore, according to Henry's analysis; but almost half of the minimum estimate of $21tn – $9.8tn – is owned by just 92,000 people. And that does not include the non-financial assets – art, yachts, mansions in Kensington – that many of the world's movers and shakers like to use as homes for their immense riches.
In many cases, , the total worth of these assets far exceeds the value of the overseas debts of the countries they came from.
The surveys that are used to compile the Gini coefficient "simply don't touch the super-rich," he says. "You don't pick up the multimillionaires and billionaires, and even if you do, you can't pick it up properly."
In fact, some experts believe the amount of assets being held offshore is so large that accounting for it fully would radically alter the balance of financial power between countries.
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No comment really, but this news is certainly going to shake up a lot of "establishment" ideas. Wealth doesn't trickle down, the lie we've been told and believed for years. It escapes into someone's back pocket.
In total, 10 million individuals around the world hold assets offshore, according to Henry's analysis; but almost half of the minimum estimate of $21tn – $9.8tn – is owned by just 92,000 people. And that does not include the non-financial assets – art, yachts, mansions in Kensington – that many of the world's movers and shakers like to use as homes for their immense riches.
In many cases, , the total worth of these assets far exceeds the value of the overseas debts of the countries they came from.
The surveys that are used to compile the Gini coefficient "simply don't touch the super-rich," he says. "You don't pick up the multimillionaires and billionaires, and even if you do, you can't pick it up properly."
In fact, some experts believe the amount of assets being held offshore is so large that accounting for it fully would radically alter the balance of financial power between countries.
___________________________________________
No comment really, but this news is certainly going to shake up a lot of "establishment" ideas. Wealth doesn't trickle down, the lie we've been told and believed for years. It escapes into someone's back pocket.
Monday, 23 July 2012
Celestial light - Amazing Blondel
Verse 1
Sparkling dew soaks the dawn grass,
Announcing the nightime's decay
Morning larks on the lawns massed
Signify a new born day
Welcomed rays that the sun casts.
Gleam brighter in every single way.
Chorus:
Now from the dismal gloom
Of nights incarcerate tomb
Shines your celestial light
Heavenly, sacred sight,
Shine on celestial light
A year's full cycle
Are dead and gone long ago
Lambs are playing Sherwood's arraying
Her leafy splendour for to show
Verse 2
You're as fresh as the daybreak
As radiant as the early morning sun
All the weathering of the years make
Your splendour a sight second to none
And mortals from their sleep will wake
To view you for a thousand years on.
Chorus
Middle 8
Cathedral's spark set light to dark
I have to thank Zeegrooves for this summary and video:
The band consisted of John Gladwin, Eddie Baird, and Terry Wincott. Wincott is the individual playing the unique wind instruments. He starts with a tenor recorder, moves to a crumhorn, and finishes off with what appears to be a bass recorder.
Friday, 20 July 2012
Steinbeck on success
"It has always seemed strange to me... the things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. " - John Steinbeck
Thursday, 19 July 2012
My yacht
Really go see the other pictures, all very fun :)
I love it, perfect for the Vaal!
But look in this pic, at the boat behind it .... o_O
Wednesday, 18 July 2012
Mandela day?
Fuck that. If one more moron comes up to me with the stupid smile and gushing lies about one of the many hideous men history has known, i will punch them in the face ... for mandela day of course.
He planted a bomb in a train station, and preferred to sit in prison rather than renounce violence. He then sold out to the st johns cabal and was richly rewarded for his efforts. I still cannot grasp what he has done to warrant such subservience? Forgiven "us"? Don't be stupid, he neither forgave nor needed to. You don't have to forgive your captives.
I've posted images before on this blog of thabo and nelson and frederick and a few others all in their pretty little dresses. You know the black one with white crosses and all that other esoteric crap thrown in for measure? South Africa was worked over solidly, again by britain. Traitors in the ranks keep undermining the boere, and sadly the bantu don't even care about values, raw power and luxury for them please.
Funny, old mango was actually a man of principal, and couldn't be bought. Cost him the presidency and all the glory and power that followed.
If nelson is so cool why has he NEVER spoken out against anything done in the name of the anc, even when they fragrantly disregarded any of his so called values? He has no values, an empty eggshell painted pretty, and every single retard in the world loves him.
My hatred for the phenomenon has only increased over time, mostly because; it's obviously a psyop , everybody i know fell for it, and everybody i know is still controlled by it. Yes controlled, like a pavlovian dog that drools at the sound of a bell, south africans have a similar control loss when nelson's name is mentioned.
It is such a phenomenal mindfuck that 18 years of torture and plunder and rape of the country still produces starry eyed wonder at the architects. It's such a clear example of how messed up our thinking is, not only messed, but opposing, and to me clear evidence of external factors influencing our collective unconscious. That we have nothing but "love" for this man who led the decay that now leaves matrics unable to read or count, and our hospitals as death traps, and our country in ruins. Thanks madiba for your wonderful leadership of criminals and fakes, and for letting them do whatever they pleased. Not really a good father to his "kids", more like an absent businessman. Always buying great presents, but never there.
Now, forget 67 minutes you lazy fucks, go out there put in a little bit more effort than that ok? There's real problems out there thanks to this egg.
EDIT: Yeah this is one of my issues ok? But then i read this statement here:
"Nelson Mandela, on the other hand, spent 27 years in jail for our freedom –"
Written by none other than Jay Naidooo. All very sweet and all that, but no he fucking didn't. He spent 27 years in prison for planting a bomb in a train station. There's a vast fucking difference between "our freedom" and "our safety", and if you don't know the difference you're a fucking retard. Why i get so angry is this isn't a small lie, it's a massive inter-generation wives tale that completely dismisses the real history of the "struggle". The struggle was NOT won militarily, nor single handedly, NOR even by the bloody anc. It was won partly by the personal decisions of many millions of people, as well as a confidence trick half way through. The ONLY reason the anc was selected was because they were considered trustworthy to the international community. And you only have to view our voting record at the UN to understand that the money poured into the anc has been a very good investment.
He planted a bomb in a train station, and preferred to sit in prison rather than renounce violence. He then sold out to the st johns cabal and was richly rewarded for his efforts. I still cannot grasp what he has done to warrant such subservience? Forgiven "us"? Don't be stupid, he neither forgave nor needed to. You don't have to forgive your captives.
I've posted images before on this blog of thabo and nelson and frederick and a few others all in their pretty little dresses. You know the black one with white crosses and all that other esoteric crap thrown in for measure? South Africa was worked over solidly, again by britain. Traitors in the ranks keep undermining the boere, and sadly the bantu don't even care about values, raw power and luxury for them please.
Funny, old mango was actually a man of principal, and couldn't be bought. Cost him the presidency and all the glory and power that followed.
If nelson is so cool why has he NEVER spoken out against anything done in the name of the anc, even when they fragrantly disregarded any of his so called values? He has no values, an empty eggshell painted pretty, and every single retard in the world loves him.
My hatred for the phenomenon has only increased over time, mostly because; it's obviously a psyop , everybody i know fell for it, and everybody i know is still controlled by it. Yes controlled, like a pavlovian dog that drools at the sound of a bell, south africans have a similar control loss when nelson's name is mentioned.
It is such a phenomenal mindfuck that 18 years of torture and plunder and rape of the country still produces starry eyed wonder at the architects. It's such a clear example of how messed up our thinking is, not only messed, but opposing, and to me clear evidence of external factors influencing our collective unconscious. That we have nothing but "love" for this man who led the decay that now leaves matrics unable to read or count, and our hospitals as death traps, and our country in ruins. Thanks madiba for your wonderful leadership of criminals and fakes, and for letting them do whatever they pleased. Not really a good father to his "kids", more like an absent businessman. Always buying great presents, but never there.
Now, forget 67 minutes you lazy fucks, go out there put in a little bit more effort than that ok? There's real problems out there thanks to this egg.
EDIT: Yeah this is one of my issues ok? But then i read this statement here:
"Nelson Mandela, on the other hand, spent 27 years in jail for our freedom –"
Written by none other than Jay Naidooo. All very sweet and all that, but no he fucking didn't. He spent 27 years in prison for planting a bomb in a train station. There's a vast fucking difference between "our freedom" and "our safety", and if you don't know the difference you're a fucking retard. Why i get so angry is this isn't a small lie, it's a massive inter-generation wives tale that completely dismisses the real history of the "struggle". The struggle was NOT won militarily, nor single handedly, NOR even by the bloody anc. It was won partly by the personal decisions of many millions of people, as well as a confidence trick half way through. The ONLY reason the anc was selected was because they were considered trustworthy to the international community. And you only have to view our voting record at the UN to understand that the money poured into the anc has been a very good investment.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
We must do away with ...
Brilliance in society is born directly from leasure time. How much do you have?
Mechanomotor
VroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooM!!!
That's my little boy's handiwork :D
I'll take better pics tonight if i can, light is awful for this one, but i had to share :D
Monday, 16 July 2012
In case you were wondering
Friday, 13 July 2012
A week
I realised i hadn't posted anything this week ... at all. Guess my mind has been in neutral to some degree, but so much going at the moment, i'm just focusing on keeping everything in perspective. Too many things i can't do anything about, and those i can do something about seem ... unduly difficult. But we're used to that of course.
Bikes bikes bikes bikes bikes ... is about all i actually want to think about, and about the only thing i can share right now. So many things laying half open in my mind ... but we can't discuss them yet.
And something i found which is going to get a lot more attention is this fantastic webpage on how engines work:
http://www.animatedengines.com/ <----For geeks only ;-)
EDIT: I forgot to thank the good folks at: http://garageprojectmotorcycles.tumblr.com/ for their inspiring collection!
Bikes bikes bikes bikes bikes ... is about all i actually want to think about, and about the only thing i can share right now. So many things laying half open in my mind ... but we can't discuss them yet.
http://www.animatedengines.com/ <----For geeks only ;-)
EDIT: I forgot to thank the good folks at: http://garageprojectmotorcycles.tumblr.com/ for their inspiring collection!
Friday, 6 July 2012
My peace
What an unbelievable morning!
That's how i feel today. I think i'm calm now, purged the clinging smell of death. This is a seriously faktap place we live in though. Cape Town was known by the Xhoisan as "The place where clouds gather" ... joburg should be christened "The place of grey death".
Keep it safe out there all of you.
peace and love
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Friday morning memorial ride
After some thought, i've come to the conclusion that something, anything must be done to address this ongoing suicidal insanity masquerading as commuting to work safely.
Friday monring at 7, i'll be leaving BP Beyers Naude for a clockwise rush hour lane split around the N1 / N3 around Joburg. It's partly memorial run, partly an attention seeking exercise aimed at those bikers who continue to use the emergency lane, as well as the cars who still don't clearly understand a damn thing.
I'm inviting everyone, although typically expecting none ... so great is the apathy. Think Bike just ignored my suggestion, preferring to whinge about how nice it would be to have a large corporate sponsorship. The irony flows like the rivers of babylon.
So, got 2 wheels? Come ride with. It's seriously overdue that someone does something ... and if i'm the only damn person left standing so be it. I'll do it alone ... as i've ridden that route alone for over 4 years now.
Why am i so damned bitter about this? So bitter about the BIKERS in SA? Despite all the effort i put in to just ... help keep guys safe, they don't want it. They don't want anything except a bottle and a throttle ...
Friday monring at 7, i'll be leaving BP Beyers Naude for a clockwise rush hour lane split around the N1 / N3 around Joburg. It's partly memorial run, partly an attention seeking exercise aimed at those bikers who continue to use the emergency lane, as well as the cars who still don't clearly understand a damn thing.
I'm inviting everyone, although typically expecting none ... so great is the apathy. Think Bike just ignored my suggestion, preferring to whinge about how nice it would be to have a large corporate sponsorship. The irony flows like the rivers of babylon.
So, got 2 wheels? Come ride with. It's seriously overdue that someone does something ... and if i'm the only damn person left standing so be it. I'll do it alone ... as i've ridden that route alone for over 4 years now.
Why am i so damned bitter about this? So bitter about the BIKERS in SA? Despite all the effort i put in to just ... help keep guys safe, they don't want it. They don't want anything except a bottle and a throttle ...
My body is made of sunshine
Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded. Because the elements, the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars. And the only way they could get into your body is if the stars were kind enough to explode.
Monday, 2 July 2012
Biker down
After spending time at the 1000 bikes show this weekend, which was a huge success, this morning brought a brutal reminder of the other side of biking.
N1 North, just before 8, a black vmax was heading along the emergency lane (white-next to fast lane) when he struck a car that was being pushed after breaking down. I stopped and cleared some of the debris out the road, while other bikers were doing cpr ... after a while they stopped and covered him.
I never saw his face thankfully, white guy, 30's, he had a big bunch of keys and remotes.
I have to write this, so if you're feeling squeamish just .... look the other way.
The silver polo was stopped in the right hand lane, its right front wheel had been smashed in, and was lying askew, the corner of the car had also been smashed off. marks against the concrete barrier showed that the bike had hit the car and the barrier in close order, a lot of plastic debris littered the area.
The rider was about 30m past that, on his back, in the fast lane, with the bike on it's side about 20m past that. The bike was broken, and had slid along the tar so hard that it had ground away the engine casing, dropping oil and gears and metal parts covering the 2 right hand lanes. Along the tar lay plastic and metal and shoes and gloves and helmets. I can still feel the explosion of plastic and metal that must have occurred, i could almost hear the sickening crunch and scream of metal ... it was just ... that obvious.
Dead. They guy was lying there dead. One of the brave and few, dead. I'm stuck on that word, dead, it's just ... like a full stop. It carries with it the weight of silence. Stupid dead .. which carries the weight of my anger. He killed himself through reckless arrogance and thoughtlessness. Too fast ... way too fast ... wrong place ... he shouldn't have been there ... his helmet come off ... his shoes, gloves, helmet, keys, socks ... i've seen it before in accidents ... where the "victim" is sitting there in bare feet or torn socks, and looking utterly ridiculous. A grown man lying dead on the highway with no shoes on.
And pulling away after, the impatient cagers, irritated at their own pathetic weakness and inability to get where they're going ..... my anger nearly boiled over at their ignorance stupidity and arrogance. I have to go back to the scene ... i don't know why ... settle my own restless mind i think. Maybe it's time for me to put some A3 posters up like i've been threatening to ... suicide lane, emergency ONLY, whatever it takes to get these people's attention.
Sadly before i arrived at the scene i was fuming about those guys riding down the emergency lane, they're scaring the cars over into the biker lane again, narrowing the biker lane, and slowing me down even more, while they fly along at STUPIDLY inappropriate speeds ... years of work on my part (and others) is being undone ... and people are dying for lack of knowledge.
N1 North, just before 8, a black vmax was heading along the emergency lane (white-next to fast lane) when he struck a car that was being pushed after breaking down. I stopped and cleared some of the debris out the road, while other bikers were doing cpr ... after a while they stopped and covered him.
I never saw his face thankfully, white guy, 30's, he had a big bunch of keys and remotes.
I have to write this, so if you're feeling squeamish just .... look the other way.
The silver polo was stopped in the right hand lane, its right front wheel had been smashed in, and was lying askew, the corner of the car had also been smashed off. marks against the concrete barrier showed that the bike had hit the car and the barrier in close order, a lot of plastic debris littered the area.
The rider was about 30m past that, on his back, in the fast lane, with the bike on it's side about 20m past that. The bike was broken, and had slid along the tar so hard that it had ground away the engine casing, dropping oil and gears and metal parts covering the 2 right hand lanes. Along the tar lay plastic and metal and shoes and gloves and helmets. I can still feel the explosion of plastic and metal that must have occurred, i could almost hear the sickening crunch and scream of metal ... it was just ... that obvious.
Dead. They guy was lying there dead. One of the brave and few, dead. I'm stuck on that word, dead, it's just ... like a full stop. It carries with it the weight of silence. Stupid dead .. which carries the weight of my anger. He killed himself through reckless arrogance and thoughtlessness. Too fast ... way too fast ... wrong place ... he shouldn't have been there ... his helmet come off ... his shoes, gloves, helmet, keys, socks ... i've seen it before in accidents ... where the "victim" is sitting there in bare feet or torn socks, and looking utterly ridiculous. A grown man lying dead on the highway with no shoes on.
And pulling away after, the impatient cagers, irritated at their own pathetic weakness and inability to get where they're going ..... my anger nearly boiled over at their ignorance stupidity and arrogance. I have to go back to the scene ... i don't know why ... settle my own restless mind i think. Maybe it's time for me to put some A3 posters up like i've been threatening to ... suicide lane, emergency ONLY, whatever it takes to get these people's attention.
Sadly before i arrived at the scene i was fuming about those guys riding down the emergency lane, they're scaring the cars over into the biker lane again, narrowing the biker lane, and slowing me down even more, while they fly along at STUPIDLY inappropriate speeds ... years of work on my part (and others) is being undone ... and people are dying for lack of knowledge.
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