the kind of man

What I wrote last time. I could never top that.

That was blogging history only equal to the first blog ever

It was made in a little town near the south of France sometime after the First World War there was a big fuss in the papers and everything.

But the ideas never caught on with the people.

We humans are the best, we rock this joint if you don’t agree with me you my dear reader are not a patriot.

If you think I am wrong your committing treason and should you do so you will promptly be expelled from our glorious creed.

I forgot to introduce myself I am mankind.

What makes us different from animals and the likes is spontaneity.

Yeah elephants are cool, wales are amazing, dolphins “kief”.

But mankind is straight up Bonkers. I find it hard to cope with the content.

We come in many ways with many ways. Imagine the world 500 years ago and then imagine seeing the changes in the shape, size and attitude of those humans over the past 500 years

For an easy comparison picture prince William and Kate driving into 32 downing in a jag, pretty picture there is tar and lights very easy on the eyes.

Now picture Bloody Mary chopping off peoples heads, if the paparazzi had her today they would have a party a very long party.

We have truly come from ape to man finally we can call ourselves mankind.

However that is not something I am completely happy with. I would like to believe we could ascend as people and truly cure our collective insanity.

That word (in-sanity) I to be out of health, I like that word it was very well constructed. I would like to add that Mary had a hand in that one which shows just how diverse we people can be. Imagine how diverse Barack Obama felt the day they caught Bin Ladin. OMG right?

Very right we are capable of spontaneity that’s what we do.

We see what is happening and adapt and try not to break anything that’s not already broken. Once it is broken we don’t care because we have to move on as people, tomorrow is not going to sort its self out.

I remember a time I didn’t know what Afghanistan was.

Those days are gone now I see and I hear everything we are having a party a very long party. Who is going to clean all of this up? When are the cops going to rock up with torches and cold truths?

This is not that kind of party!

We are lost like Bamby in the headlights and another Bamby at the steering wheel.

Reason being: We are not ready to accept responsibility.

If earth was a family we would be that lucky good looking clever kid who doesn’t appreciate shit. Nobody likes that guy he isn’t using his potential.

He is up to no good.

I trust this time you will pay attention I will wright to you next week hopefully we will have seen improvement.

blog dropped

I’m about to drop a blog. Watch me. You’ll envy the floating blog buoyant on the interweb. Peeps gonna cop this shit, yea that’s rite, copy-cat-killers acting like they got nine lives.

Hope you got yourself, better watch yourself, and don’t change channels on yourself. Keep a keen eye, peel them good, it’s about vision. Gotta have foresight, see shit before shit happens or you’ll be knee deep in shit. Then all you can do is trudge through it.

Got no choice but to win, that is the only option. Dead or alive, we gotta make it out this hell. It’s hot in the melting pot. Are you high enough to get over it? Or do you hold grudges? You gotta hold the torch when it gets passed, and it will be passed, from the left. Hope you have an iron fist a platinum wrist and a heart of gold worn on your sleeve, but don’t catch feelings. You need to be cold as dry ice to make it out here.

You. Alone. No1 out here gives a real fuck about you. You’re a lone wolf, gotta make the right kills at the right times, to survive. Grow eyes at the back of your head. Improvise, adapt and overcome or be like water. Able to morph into any shape, gather speed and become a force of nature. Changing from gas to liquid then solid, water has memory. Being able to adapt to any environment and still exist.

                                                 

That’s what I do I’m the first of eight and a single child. Have to be a different person but have that same memory. Being like water is easy. We are more than 70% water already. We are on the blue planet. The sky and the ocean, our planets pretty little blue eyes blinking in the sunshine.

Ok I’m done. No more soppy shit. This blog had potential, was about to blow your minds like nuclear waves but it shot a blank. No satisfaction here. Just disappointment. This blog sank to the bottom of the bedrock, no flamboyant floating blogs. Just dropped rocks resting submerged in an over saturated internet. This is no rock however, itza gem.

When Words Escape

I have no idea what to write about. What happened last night, my opinion on this or that?  Talk about the thoughts floating around in my head. No structure. No headline or pay-off line either, just a bunch of unresolved thoughts, feelings and odd actions.

Thinking about oddness, I am such an odd ball. Full of awkward moments, saying the wrong thing at the right time, I’m sure you know what I mean. When words escape you and all that’s there is a stutter and the moment passes. You could have left a strong impression but all that’s left is a weak feeling in your knees. It happens a lot, especially around pretty girls. I just lose my shit. Stuck in my own mind worrying about not fucking it up and I do.

When I don’t care about it, I don’t worry about it and words flow like the currents of the ocean in motion. I wish I could keep my mind at ease and not stress about anything, guess ill have to end this life deal in order to do that though. This ordeal, and I have it easy, compared to some, hard compared to others. That’s why I don’t make comparisons.

I try to still my mind and not think. You might think that’s a stagnant brain wasting away, I think it’s becoming one with everything, peace of mind. A break from the worry of my soul, clear my mind and think of nothing. Probably why I have no idea what to write about.

Cycling in the city of Cape Town.

Me. I’m a cyclist. I have seen every road, street and ally of Cape Town on two wheels.  Off-road, down rocks at speed dodging moms with their kids in parks and skimming side mirrors of angry motorists on the road. Seen it on hot days where most people are half naked and happy. Been in rain and wind on days where there are no people to be seen except in passing cars that are warm and dry.  Seen the city sleep and arise with the sun. Even walked along the tracks and footpaths of its soul. Been in the heart of it. Felt the love. I hear the beat and how it never skips one. The people, populous, populi are what make things popular.

People go through phases, fads come and go, and the cycle of life does full circles. We all have biorhythms, much like the earth. Cape Town is no exception, although it is exceptional. The heart of the planet, the rhythm beats love. Cape Town is no fad, it is eternal, been through infinite cycles. Sun, rain, moon, snow the seashore has moved back and fourth, the populace has changed along with norms and mindsets. The face of time has changed its expressions, I’m its hands tick tocking, doing Cape Towns bidding.

I was born on two wheels, the days that where memorable in my childhood were spent far away somewhere unbeknown to my mom or me.  I used to cycle to school everyday. I was the only one who did. I had to get a special key to lock my bike up in a room no one knew about. I was part of the environment, not watching it through a windscreen.

Those who do watch through a windscreen are generally unsympathetic to cyclists. Iv been hooted at, sworn at, ashed on, death stared, sprayed by the jets that clean windscreens you name it, its probably happened to me, those fat fuckers in cars stomping their carbon footprint all over my planet. 

Watching, seeing, believing the mind numbing ripple effect of a butterfly flap. That’s what its like being in Cape Town right now. Little things that seem like they don’t matter have an enormous effect on your life. Cape Town being such a small place accentuates that fact.

I love it though, there’s nowhere else id rather be in South Africa. I haven’t explored the world yet, I have explored SA and Cape Town has my heart. 

Game of Thrones

The first thing I thought of when I heard this name was chess. Game of thrones must be like chess. The first thing I heard when told this name was “Man, you have to watch Game of thrones, fuck Spartacus, Game of Thrones” and I tend to agree with the man who said that, I tend to.

Game of Thrones is a series based on a novel by George R.R. Martin. The first season premiered on April 17 2011, second season should be out mid October 2011. In July 2011 the novel became a New York Times best seller, 15 years after it was published and a couple months after the series was launched. Who said people don’t read anymore? They just need some video assistance.

We’re in the 1600s id guess, the days of sword and shield, bow and arrow and extremely high English. We have kings and queens and lords and squires and all are treacherous snakes conspiring against each other trying to elevate their family name or sustain its reputation.

Game of Thrones is a glorified days of our lives and I like it because the people that cause the drama get their heads on a spike. Of course some noble, honorable people also get their heads on a spike too, unfortunately. 

The series is intriguing and has depth I wish all series had. There are some expensive actors in it too, makes sense that they had to die. The production is on the same scale as Lord of the Rings.

It is awesome the man that told me it was, was right. The only disagreement I have with him is about the sex scenes. Somehow in the Game of Thrones people feel the need to have a conversation while engaging in intercourse. Like you can actually think while doing it. Makes no sense to me. At least in Spartacus the sex scenes are more realistic.

All in all watching Game of Thrones is not a waste of time like watching jersey shore, which I haven seen, it’s actually quite thrilling and it keeps you intrigued. I can’t wait for season 2 so I can spend an entire day just relaxing and watching something worth my time.

Be the ball.

On the foot of the mountain there are 3 identical buildings known as the Tampon Towers. Some call them architectural terrorism. Destroying the image of the mountain. I don’t mind them in fact I like them. There is a hidden treasure that lies within and once discovered, turns regular men into addicts.

And why wouldn’t it? It’s highly addictive and cheap as chips. As long as you have the right paraphernalia, you’re set for some Wall slamming, Face planting,

Ball blasting stuff!

After an hour of this vigorous self-abuse, you feel amazing. You feel like the world is in your palm, the sun and stars in your fingertips.

That is the feeling that is highly addictive and it isn’t detrimental to your health. Quite the contrary, it’s good for your health. The endorphins released cause euphoria to overcome you. As if you’re in love or on drugs. The major benefit of this of course is the fact that the next time you do it, you will be better, faster, harder, stronger. Not weakened like the effects of drugs.

All you need is coin, coin and gumption. 1 coin buys you 25 minuets of light. Lets you see the sins of your past and punishes you for it, but fear not, as it is the day after you should fear most. When your body is twisted and mangled. Welts on your skin from the punishment endured and it’s all worth it. Worth every second of pain because you’re chasing the dragon, slaying the beast within screaming for you to stop.

You don’t stop. You lunge at the next opportunity you have to blast that ball against the wall and hope you don’t receive a comeback, but always expect one.

If you haven’t guess by now that I’m talking about squash then you haven lived a day of your life. You haven’t felt the pain and glory of winning or losing in a game against yourself. Sure you have an opponent to out fox but your belief in your ability will nullify your opponent completely. You have to become the ball.

Bruce Lee was famous for becoming. “Be like Water” he had that unfailing belief in himself.

“Knowing is not enough we must apply, willing is not enough we must do”

put that in your pipe and smoke it.

The Great-est-Skape.

Tonight I’m at a farewell party. One of my friends is leaving for London for a year. He's one of the coolest guys you'll have the pleasure to meet. He is focused on his goals and has a way with the ladies that'll make you jealous! Anyway, he's leaving and there we were, on his balcony celebrating his departure, happy to have less competition.

All the Camps Bay cronies are there, drunk and having fun. I get to catch up with mates I haven seen in ages. Peeps are mental yo. Kyle is going to attend the RedBull music academy in London, that’s huge! Paul has been on television breakdancing, he has mad control of his body. Decio is the number 2 downhill skater in South Africa, probably the most mental one of us all.

We say our goodbyes and wish our mates well, being 2am in the morning it was time to move on and move we did. We are on the road, the 3 of us. The three musketeers, the pioneers, or are we three blind mice, doing silly shit in the dark.

The silly shit was awesome. We make our way up to the highest point reachable in a car. The top of Kloof Nek road, we stop next to the cable cars of Table Mountain. One insane mouse finds his cheese in the form of a downhill skateboard, and he ate it up.

We have a moment, a prayer to the gods of speed, to keep our deadmua5 alive, and to remind ourselves of people like Lloyd MacPherson, who had died on his board on the same streets we are on. We utter words of the late great Ayrton Senna ‘Look but never stare’ and it is done.

Decio gets onto his piece of timber with tiny wheels attached and pushes himself once. I'm behind him in the car with my brights on lighting up the dark road for him.

He starts to pick up speed and so do I. Dennis is has the passenger filming what’s happening on my phone. Decio approaches the first corner he gets low and disappears. I accelerate into the corner hoping to sustain light for him but he's gone. Dennis starts getting really excited. I’m drifting the car to keep up with the insane speedster on a board.

I catch up to him going down a straight. I’m relieved to see him tick tacking down the road. I would have been tumbling down the side of the mountain right now but there he is, being playful with danger. A stop sign is coming up fast Decio power slides side wards to slow down for it. Dennis screams “YOU ARE MY HERO!” at the top of his lungs in my left ear.

I take the corner following closely behind him, now we’re cruising down Kloof Nek road. Decio tucks into a crouch and rides the road like a wave. Dennis peeks my speedometer, “90! His going 90 down this hill! Crazy! He is CRAZY!”

The road meanders, twists and turns till we get to Raffiks. The traffic light shines red we see green and run the light. There’s no traffic at this time of the morning, and we’re badass. Fuck traffic. Those cars up the road never stood a chance. We get to Buteinkant road the hill is over. Decio puts his foot down to slow himself.

He stops and gets into my car. “You the man! You the fuckin man!” You could feel the buzz like a chainsaw. Its crazy shit like this that makes life fun. The Great Escape from lives mundane monotony,  to flirt with death.  The rest of the night, blurr. It was awesome and id do it again. 

ready for war?

During battle the other day (at work) there was a woman a blonde, she was in her late forties I presume holding a pram with a sprawling brat squirming inside it like hatching mosquito larvae. A nuisance, complaining at the front of house in front of everyone. Complaining about a merger matter blown out of proportion by her own imagination. Attracting attention, firing at our army. She had been here before, and I was the victim of her wrath.

This time it was one of the veterans, a waitress who had been around long enough to know her way around a sticky situation. First thing I saw was Vaun (short for Chevaun, the waitress) asserting the facts and the customer reacting with a snarl. Then I saw Mr. Clint come to the rescue Mr. Clint is like superman! Bullets just bounce off him, the General. He bears many scars from the battles he has seen and survived. Now he had a new enemy, he tried to reason with the women.

There was no reasoning with her though, I had served her before, and before she snapped on me and shat on the manger. She told me her husband left her and that she was a single mother, she was unhappy with life and trying to make everyone else the same. She was spoilt and she knew it. You only had to eye her child to believe it.

He was a brat, about 5 years old, in a pram, making a noise and a mess. The table she sat at resembled a war zone where a raging battle had gone on, tomato sauce on the floor from the wounded. Flesh of lost sole-diers squished on the tabletop. It was a mess.

When I severed her weeks before, I was not prepared for war, I was unsuspecting, a private in the ranks of the soldiers. I followed protocol and I was shot down. She had say something to the manager that put me at the bottom of the list. I was just getting out of the lower rungs of the squad. I spent two week in the ‘gallows’ aptly named after the feeling you get when working there. Suicide.

Id survived my sentence in the ‘gallows’ only to see her again, the women who put me there. This time I wasn’t the target I dodged that bullet. This time Vaun was under attack, the onslaught was constant.

Last thing I heard. “I drive a Mercedes Benz and I live in a 3 story house in Camps Bay” bomb dropped by the women with her brat.

BOOM, The generals’ retaliation was swift and precise. “Does that make you a better person than anyone else?” Hit, the woman wobbled away wounded.

The battle was won, our veteran got a new notch on her sleeve and the general a new one on his chest. We had survived the battle, the war rages on.

The slut walk.

I was driving home from dropping my friend off at his place after a long night of drunken female hunting, which was unsuccessful and highly disappointing. When I drove past a rally of about a thousand people, wielding posters and sign cards, I even heard a loud chant as I slowed down to get a good look. I would have kept driving if it wasn’t for all the half naked girls that where strutting down the road.   

So I found the nearest parking I could and joined the group of eccentrics thinking that this is just anther one of those weird events that happens in Cape Town.

When I say eccentric I mean eccentric. There were men in red dresses obviously looking embarrassed but it was “for the cause” I did not know what the “cause” was. There where girls painted blue, others where yellow. There where two girls wearing mini skirts and plasters over their nipples. I found myself in the perfect hunting environment and I didn’t even have to pay cover charge.

So hunt I did. I spoke to some of the sluttiest girls I could find and asked “why?”

The answer I got wasn’t what I was imagining, I was expecting something like, “cuz ima slut and I wanna fuck” instead I got an ear full about the power to the women and freedom of expression. I managed to use this to my advantage anyway and pursued a conversation with this girl until a video camera that wanted an interview was more interesting than me.

Before she was whisked away by a man with a mic I found out what the cause was. Turns out there’s a cop in Toronto (that’s in Canada) who made a speech about rape. He was quoted saying, “I should not say this, but if women did not dress like sluts then they would not be raped”

That single sentence instigated ‘slut walks’ all over the world. My comment about what he said doesn’t matter, I’m just glad he did. I was enjoying the fruits of his condemnation. You might think I’m a bad man or whatever, but besides having fun and finding my feet, I lost my voice chanting with the girls who felt objectified which made them feel better.

There was a group conciseness present and everyone had small realizations. I realized that the youth are crazy and it’s not a phase, it’s a paradigm shift.

                    

If I was limitless

If my mind had no limits and I had the power to harness the complete potential of my mind I would have very different thoughts. In actuality I would have never made this introduction had this been the case. My introduction would have been swift and to the point.

Now to the point we go.

When one controls the entire being of their earthly vessel they make a bond with nature, its called “entirement “ yes I know its not a word but wait it is however an idea. If we as people could reach the entirety of our potential we would be different, new and unseen. Like that word over there, on the left in inverted commas. 

That is why it had to be created it is one of the things I would do having insane intelligence and all, seeing as it does make complete sense. In a way we have all been forced to believe that words have a cap and that cap is a word at the same time.  What a world, what possibility. Suppose I’m the only one with this gift I would have chips on the planet.

Consider this for a second; you can wake up in the morning and devise a mechanic to use perpetual motion to create free energy.

By ten o’clock you are in the garage with aluminum tubes and can of nos.

By noon you are watching the F1 cars use your mechanic.

I am sure your getting the idea here. We could be a force to be welcomed if we all moved in a different groove. If we as people envy intelligence instead of beauty we would be evolving.

How can a race capable of making cars that go 400kph with air conditioning and quadraphonic stereo not be able to avoid violence and pollution?

It’s a conundrum but we trudge on through the trenches muskets handy wearing our crests and our hearts on our sleeves.

This is the world I would save had I had this gift of “entirement”.

I am one for peace and love the two things that guarantee good fun and life.

Call me pro life because we really need to abort current M.O

Had the man who created the television known a guy in the ad business he would have thought twice. I don’t mean a guy who is a dreamer hoping to make art, I mean a dream weaver.

The way we all follow the cause is alarming maybe it’s just me but it seems weird that people are completely dependent on the clan.

We must get free and chase the birds let us educate ourselves and fulfill our ambition. Inside we all imagine heaven. Lets live it and share our visions with each other. No more Warren Peace, schizophrenia is a disorder and those lead to some sort of accident or failure.

If I were limitless I would teach that to the world.

  

Media giant, search engine titan, Google has fast become the biggest and most used web indexing engine worldwide. With over a billion people connected to the Internet everyday, Google have struck gold in providing the best Internet experience when it comes to searching for information. It has the quickest search results on the web, also it had very good advertising campaigns like “All eyes on Google” and “Google eyed” to contribute to its success.

Google have the highest market share of something like 59% of the Internet, that figure is old now though and it has surly grown. Google was simply an idea, intellectual property, an intangible web page and has generated billions of dollars. The digital era is very interesting indeed. The only other website to overtake Google in terms of frequency of users recently has been Facebook, another multimillion-dollar idea.

There have been concerns about Google becoming to powerful and controlling asserting its own truth, like a biased history book. Some people are worried that the information Google decides to display when used will become subjective instead of objective. I believe Google will remain true to users as it is in their best interest to do so. Users will simply switch to one of the many competing search engines if Google became prejudiced.

The critical thinking of the user is vitally important. It is up to the user to react to what information is being found by the search engine. All Google has to do is remain as relevant to your search as possible and people will continue using Google. There is an unfathomable amount of information on the Internet and Google have done very well in becoming the most trusted and valued search engine in the world.

I believe their continued success is due to the ongoing innovation that is Google, it has become much more than a search engine, it has a whole host of services, which benefit the end user, services like Gmail, G-books-earth, there is even Google moon and mars!

The employees of Google get to bring their ideas to life if they have any cool new ideas. It is this sort of ingenuity that people latch onto and love. Google is successful for many reasons, but their core reason for even existing was and still is, to create a better Internet experience for its consumer.  

Wwwwaaattteeerrrrr!!!

The most abundant substance on planet earth, water, It gives life and sometimes takes it. The presents of water on any given planet is quite unique. Quite extraordinarily unique.  The probability of water existing on a different planet is three hundred billion, four million trillion, five hundred thousand to one. (That is a made up number!) But nonetheless it is very improbable.

There was supposedly water on mars and there’s a moon orbiting Jupiter known as Europa made entirely of ice and water in the core. Could there be life? That is for a different blog. What fascinates me is the possibility that water has memory.

Water remembers its structure, it’s the only substance that can exist as a solid, a liquid and a gas. Our thoughts also affect the water, the result of which effect our bodies upon drinking. How we feel toward the water changes the molecules accordingly. A study done by some really clever people revealed the effects of our thoughts and feelings on water by using a microscope and seeing the changes and they were astonishing!

Water taken from Holy ground, a church was sampled, frozen and the crystals were examined.

They also took tap water, froze it and examined the crystals.

The tap waters’ crystals looked like a chaotic, defused spot. Considering the life tap water lives, who would be surprised? Having gone through countless cycles of cleansing and the navigation of the nighty degree angles through pressured pipes. It was dead.

The frozen holy water however had a rectilinear symmetrical form of a six-pointed star. The visuals are amazing! Just look at this…..

The crux of the story is this, our thoughts effect water instantaneously, the water retention of our bodies is 90%

Imagine the effects your thoughts have directly to your body, imagine the effects your actions have on other water.

Im going the leave you with this thought, “you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup, you put water into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Be like water my friend. “-Bruce Lee.

This is my opinion on opinions.

I was asked a question, “do you have any enemies?” to which I responded, “what do you mean? I don’t think people conspire to make my life hell. Too much effort and I’m likable enough” he said, “No, are there people who don’t like you?” Well of course everyone has go someone they don’t like and someone who doesn’t like them but that made me think.

If I could please everyone around me and agree with notion people open their mouths with, I would be quite a boring fellow and a lair. Id have no opinion on anything. Imagine if everyone agreed with everyone else. There’d be no forward, progressive thinking.  Humanity would probably exist in a lull with no excitement. Not to mention all the shit people would get away with. Many people have little to no morals at all but there are people with morals who stand up for what they believe in and this alone will stimulate opinion.

People react differently to the same thing.  Perception is everything. The other day I saw a car nearly kill two people, a man and a woman. The woman stepped back apologetically, with her hands up in pray at the driver while the man was aggressive and unforgiving, he threatened the driver. This was our ‘fight or flight’ instinct at work but it was interesting to see how the two people reacted in completely opposite ways to the same incident.

Imagine the shit people have to deal with dished out by other people who are in a position of ‘power’ but would react aggressively to the situation. The magistrate of the family court for instance, someone whose word could change the lives of entire families, so he studied law, how does he know what’s good for the children? In a system motivated by money and not love, the result of which is people with no moral fiber. It’s like the idea of jailing someone for doing something wrong, putting them in an environment created man, an environment that kills the human spirit, surrounded by bad influences all day every day and expecting that the someone in question to come out of that system ‘rehabilitated’. It’s a farce and far from the truth.

I think the problem is that the issues are taken at face value, no one ever bothers to dig deeper than the surface and people are deeply affected by this. There are many issues people carry around with them everyday, I think only time can heal some of the wounded hearts, time and love from everyone else. That being said, I think that it is these issues that make life interesting, the challenge of dealing with someone who reacts differently than you do. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, and everyone should have one.  “A man who doesn’t think for himself doesn’t think at all”-Oscar Wilde.

She loves me, She loves me not.

Relationships are quite a touchy subject to most people. Co-dependency is everywhere and most people are completely unaware of it. The poor souls on this planet walking around needing someone else’s approval to enjoy life or in fact live at all. Emotions are an incredibly controlling force; learning to master them is a life lesson.  All rational thought flies out the window when your emotions take over. People have done some seriously stupid and/or amazing things when the power of love pulls the veil over your eyes. That’s why they say love is blind. Obsession forces you to focus on one thing and forget everything else.

It is very romantic for you’re significant other to say. “Oh baby, you fulfill me” in that moment it might seem like the right thing to say, however, what this does is put pressure on you and your loved one. Pressure to always fulfill until you wake up one day and forget who you are. Then you try to be yourself again, this is when you’re told, “you’ve really changed”.

 Too many relationships are simply entered into for the wrong reasons. “What can I get out of this” is the agenda of most parties involved, feeling that initial sexual energy rushing into things, this is a recipe for failure. The right mindset should be “what can I put into this, how can I enrich his/her life”. I think the point of relationships is to share each other’s completeness, not complete each other. Nowhere else can you more immediately experience who you really are than in relationships.  Your relationship with your loved ones, family, friends, pets, my relationship with my keyboard right now lets me glimpse into my psyche.

With this type of thought going forward, I think you have to be self-centered. Sounds conceited I know but think about it. Center yourself on yourself. It’s not what the other is doing, thinking or feeling. It’s about how you react to how the other is doing, thinking or feeling. You have the power of choice; you can choose to think from a place of love or a place of fear. You are the master of your world, thoughts are your slaves, emotions are amplified thoughts, helping your realize your mind.

“Know thyself” the cornerstone of any spiritual teaching. You cannot love anyone else if you don’t love yourself.

Freedom

What is freedom?  What is revolution? What is the point of people giving their lives for a cause that doesn’t even exist? A blogger in Egypt got sentenced to three years in prison for writing about the truth of the situation. He wrote, “We have removed the dictator but not the dictatorship” not only has his physical freedom been taken away but his freedom of thought also. He is an example to anyone who would dare think for him or herself. Prison awaits you should you have an opinion.

That is just one example of freedoms being taken away when one disagrees with the system that is in place. People are way to sensitive about a lot of things. I think you have to live life with a lot of salt, just a pinch won’t do. There are so many people on our planet, every one of them with their own thoughts their own problems and their own solutions.  What works for you might not work for me and that’s okay.

I don’t get why people judge other people so harshly about things that are so small. I mean life is short. We all live and die the same , we bleed and cry the same. People are people but some of us think we’re better than others. That’s what gets to me. I’m not easily irritated with anything but that really does get under my skin. I realize that I have the freedom to choose to hate or forgive these people that irritate me and choice I make could be the story of my life. I could walk down a path filled with hate surrounded by people who feel the same and make the same choices, but I choose love. The people that get to me have the freedom to and I wont put them in prison for making me feel however it is I feel when they turn their lips to legs and run their mounts. 

I think the ultimate freedom is within your mind. You have the freedom to choose to love or hate and no one will be able to take that away from you. Your mind can be indoctrinated but never imprisoned. You will still be able to realize and make changes to your life. 

Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy

I have been reading the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. The book started off quite strong, I was interested and excited to read it everyday. Douglas Adams is an intelligent man and it shows in the way he writes, his style is very childish though and I find myself force reading through some sections.

Arthur Dent is the main character an unfortunate Englishman, he has an alien friend Ford Prefect from somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse, Arthur does not know this however and when the Vogon battle fleet come to destroy earth to create a hyperspace by-pass, Ford is the one who saves Arthur by hitching a ride on one of the starship destroyers. With no home planet to live on and being cast into the vacuum of space after being discovered by the Vogons, hitchhikers guide to the galaxy becomes a story of high adventure into new worlds and undiscovered imagination.

Douglas Adams has an uncanny sarcastic sense of humor that reveals itself differently in every character of the book and you become quite accustomed to it. Probably part of the reason I had to force read through parts of it as it is predicable, the book goes through phases of excitement and suspense, he keeps you reading by telling fragments of the plot at a time almost like a sitcom or a soap. The way he thinks about time and space is like a wannabe cosmologist with a sense humor.

The hitchhikers guide consists of six novels all in all, the scripts originated as a radio show performed by Adams himself in 1978 called 'The ends of the earth' a six episode show, which resulted in the earths destruction every time. Later Adams needed an alien on the planet to provide context and a reason for him to be there. Thus the hitchhikers guide was born, as Ford Perfect is the alien a roving researcher for the guide.

It has an interesting history and it evolved out of a drunkard explorer (Adams being in Greece lying drunk on his back staring at the stars with a hitchhikers guide to Europe) and the idea was born. It has grown to become a multimillion rand blockbuster and a bookshelf favorite. I enjoyed the book as a light read and an escape, otherwise it’s a waste of time!

opinion? i think not!

The world (as we know it) is coming to an end!  Change is the only constant. So the world is constantly ending, making way for new beginnings. The theories are a dime a dozen. Literally, church wants your pennies, programming your thoughts. Media shows you what they want you to see. School teaches you what they what you to know.

The question is who are the ominous ‘they’? Some say ‘they’ are the Illuminati, which means the illuminated ones, the enlightened ones. Do they know something we don’t? If ‘they’ exist at all. Some say the Free Masons are in charge. Which is weird because the Free Masons where the ‘police force’ for Illuminati enslaving people. Crusading the word of god killing all those who thought for themselves.

That was then however and this is now. Today I can choose what to believe. I can walk into a Synagogue or a Mosque or the church of Scientology and engage in Dianetics and get myself audited. Madness! We have access to more information in one newspaper than they got in a lifetime in the 1950s.

 We have the power of choice. We can create our own destinies. The alignment of the stars empowers us even more.  The astrological changes taking place is what’s really causing all this excitement around 2012.  Our solar system is moving into what you call a Photon Belt. It’s a belt of stars encircling the planet Alcyone. These stars are affecting the very fibers of our existence. Our vibrations are rising.  Our consciousness is moving up the dimensional plains. The dormant DNA in our bodies is about to be awakened.  We will ascend our current states and no longer be Human beings, we will become Human Doings.  

Human history is riddled with deceit and control beyond our imaginings. We have been made slaves of body, working for near no pay, slaves of our minds, made to believe that if you don’t adhere to the ‘word of god’ you will be sent to a place of eternal pain and hate and despair for the rest of time. But ‘he’ loves you. 

It does not matter though. Our minds are awakening. We are becoming aware of ourselves.  All the manifested fear and hate in the world will become meaningless. It’s not my opinion. I know the world is changing. And 2012 is a catalyst of cataclysmic proportions.

Live love life. 

Suka Suka

A smokeless world. Imagine that. All the clean air you could ever want. Head rushes from fresh air. The littering of stompies is everywhere! And they stink! They make my eyes sore and my nose cringe. You could write an infinite list of cons when it comes to sucking smoke into your lungs and zero pros. It also touches on the need to constantly have something in your mouth. I don’t know how that fits in but it is part of the equation. The perception of it being cool is a farce. No one is going to suffer but you.  Enough of the negative though, lets let that go like a puff of smoke.  

You can still be to cool for school without smoking. As demonstrated here, the characters are probably students bunking class.  Walking the streets alone. Unless you’re new in town or socially awkward, you would have friends around you come weekend. I understand though, if my face had a stick coming out of it and my head was oddly shaped I would probably also be alone bunking class.

I think it’s cool that they have a guy and a girl, almost finding a common thread between us because g0d knows we clash like the titans also I like the way they made the characters look, almost cartoon like but real. It appeals to me and I think it will appeal to people like me. I mean I went and bought a sucker from Wasfie when I saw this ad. It was a fizz pop but I was still persuaded to get one. The fact that it was a fizz pop and not a chupa chups means that this ad works even better than it’s meant to. 

I somehow have an emotional connection to the characters in these ads, maybe it’s just because I have been staring at them for the past two hours. It feels like there are outstretched arms willing to embrace the loner in me. That’s the main reason I think these ads work so well. They depict the person in all of us. And gives us a hug. 

bluddy Burritoz

These are disgusting ads. The way they look revolt me. The visual on this ad says to me filthy people who like to live in pigsty eat these Burritos. I feel like the pay off line could have had more of an encouraging finish. I suppose to the regular drunkard it would relate. I however like my dignity.  I might be treading on thin ice here but I know that humans are lazy creatures that only worry about their immediate surroundings.  Generalizations are dangerous but in the ad game they sometimes have to be made.  These ads demonstrate that generalization.  The dollar notes cropping out of the purse is a clear indicator as to what type of people we are dealing with here.  Dirty Americans!  Hahahaha I don’t mean to be mean but it’s a funny stereotype and these ads seem to be playing on it.

As for Sunday morning ritual, I kind of feel like IV missed out actually. None of these scenes have been seen through my eyes. Maybe I need to party harder! Iv been hung-over, pounding kop-seer, dry mouth, spinning world and I cant imagine myself wanting to eat that nasty looking thing especially because it’s on the floor. It does have a singled minded proposition (unlike me right now) in the sense that you need to eat something in the morning (every morning) when you’re hung-over.  

All in all, these ads are a fail. They fail to persuade me to do anything burrito related. They do however motivate me to be a cleaner person, as I personally would hate to wake up to a mess like that. To be fair to the creators, they are aiming this towards American party animals (animals being the operative word).

There is a place for Burritos, just not in my tummy but I’m sure it’ll find its way into somebodies tummy.

There is a market for anything; you just need to identify it. There’s a market for chocolate covered cockroaches and the people selling them are rich! So go Burritos go!

Clear Your Head

This advertising thing is going to drive me crazy! Hairs are tuning grey! The mixed emotions IV been going through in the last couple of days have been intense, who needs Ratanga junction?  Become an ad man (or woman) and you’ll be on a constant roller coaster. Sometimes rolling, sometimes coasting. Feeling like I’m king and pauper in the same breath. One minute the crown is on my head the next I cant get an idea out of my head, cant get it out of my hair. Ironically where my crown is.

And this idea of being stuck in your hair is what my next ads are all about. The hair on your head can put you in many types of places mentally. If your hair is dirty or if you have dandruff or even worse lice, your confidence withers. You don’t want to hug any one is case they notice. Going to have your hair cut back is a nightmare if you have lice. I’m ashamed in admitting it but it’s true. I had lice. Getting rid of it is hell!

So this in mind, I chose these ads, they kind of depict how IV been feeling. Having way too much in my hair. Think I have to CLEAR my head.

This one resembles a crown on her head. A crown of construction, also demonstrates what makes your hair dirty. I can imagine needing a good scrubbing after being on a construction site all day.

This one is really good. I like it. Even her facial expression is telling a story. The smell of smoke stains your clothes, your fingertips (if you smoke), your hair and everything! She’s like” awwww no not my hair! I just got it cleaned!”

This one shows what happens when you use Clear shampoo. The metamorphosis from grimy to shiny is demonstrated here. The expression on her face is clear, she’s happy about her hair getting clean. Ridding herself of the self-consciousness she might have been feeling. 

Appearances are a big part of life these days, the make-up and jewelry industry are testament to the resilience of the human condition. Surviving recessions and getting people out of depressions. The incredible power of the media and how it has been sculpting the minds of the masses over the years is a massive influence. Perhaps turning us all into robots flashing the red and green lights when ‘they’ see fit.

This is an ad for IT works security solutions.

Well off the bat I like how it is art directed. The visual gets your attention, and that’s half the job done. The art director was having lots of fun with this ad. Set on an office block with lots of people walking about. The people could pose a security risk.  They could be scoping out the place. Although they look like they’re just going about their daily business.

There is also lots of traffic moving around the block. A busy place has more security risk, I think what IT works is saying here is that it is more secure than other solutions.

I may be thumb sucking here but the fact that the office is in the middle of the Print, making the office harder to get to may mean that the security device is more effective. 

The use of fingerprints on a print ad is quite clever. Fingerprints are also a good way to keep things safe for the obvious reason that every print is unique, although if the criminal wanted what ever is being kept safe badly enough, the costumer might lose a finger.

Security companies should get creative, like maybe using a tongue print to get in. Those are also unique, although I would rather lose my ability to press buttons than my ability to talk. 

There has got to be something that is harder to crack than a fingerprint. There are retinal scanners and voice recognition devise out there. All of which are dangerous to the person using them if an Oceans 11 type deal goes down, which is doubtful, unless you have a safe full of cash in it.

I think things like this are for people who are paranoid about theft, or paranoid about life. If you live in Jo’burg it’s a way of life. Driving around (was going to say walking but no-one is brave enough to do that) scared of smash and grabs, running red lights at night. Even using their fingerprints to start their engines.

In our ever-changing world, security is a big issue. And finding ways to combat crime is quite a big market. Security was our fastest growing industry at one stage.

All in all this ad is effective, it speaks to its audience and has a USP. The art is awesome making me think I wish I did this! I like it!

Fortune favours the brave.

Ok so I went to the Bronx on Somerset road for the first time. As I walked towards the door it was like an age passed with every step. I really did not want to set foot inside this place. Id avoided doing this to myself just fine until now. I swallowed my pride (the only thing I’m swallowing!) and entered the one place I knew I would regret.  It is a gathering place for the sexually confused, or the homosexual. Me, being heterosexual, found myself in a very abnormal environment. I felt as if I was prey, being hunted by sexual predators ready to pounce!

I got there at 22:00 so it was still early, my earliness gauged by the fact that I was one of the only people there at this time. Seems the gay (happy) hour hasn’t started yet. 

So there I was, sitting at the oddly shaped bar that lies in the center of the floor. Looking at the décor around me I saw screens flashing disturbing images of half naked men, I saw platforms with stripper poles, and a sort of stage that I can only imagine being used for debauched things…

I turn around to face the bar and to my surprise the tender is a friend of mine from high school. He quickly explained to me that Bronx only employs straight men to bar tend because of past cat fights involving the bar men and customers.

We caught up on 4 years in 40 minutes. He told me the bad, the ugly and the nasty little secrets the Bronx would rather not have publicized. I was horrified to say the least. I remained glued to my seat, as I did not want to unwittingly take a false step and plunge into the abyss. I did eventually need to break the seal and find the toilet.

I briskly walked toward the gents, and I swear I was being followed! I turned around, trying to lose my tail, and went looking for the ladies. Id rather unzip there especially after the stories Iv just been told. I walked and asked around but for the life of me I could not find the ladies. Then it dawned on me, I was in a gay club. There probably aren’t any ladies! So I hurried back to where I was sitting only to find someone else’s ass where mine was. This place was getting busy now.  I was bursting; I needed the toilet so I left, found a willing tree and relived myself.

I did not want to venture back into the unknown and risk rubbing my body up against another. But I had to say goodbye to my friend. Didn’t want to be the rude straight guy that just left without saying goodbye. So I went in again, twice in one night! Never thought it possible. Never say never they say.  And I say that growth comes from breaking your mental barriers. I did not want to even go near that place. But I had a good time by the end of it.

Life has a lot to offer, there’s so much to learn, so much to see! My sexuality will not falter however, sorry gay guys, I like women and I love my girlfriend!

Mercedes Benz

Another blog entry, this time I chose a series of three ads. The ads are for Mercedes Benz. The ads are very visually stimulating. The copy is equally as interesting. Informative too. They clearly illustrate the distinctions between the left and the right side of the brain.

All the ads have a common theme of the Mercedes Benz designers using both their left and right sides of the brain to the fullest capacity. The first one shows Mercedes passion. The strong images depicting the emotion are sprawled all over the right side of the brain. Easily giving away what was on the creators mind at the time. The left side has a chessboard and some modern looking structures. Running with the idea of castles on the chessboard. Literal and lateral trains of thought are moving along the right (or left) side of the track.

The theme for the second ad in the series is music. It has instruments playing notes and a dancing stave. The copy of the ads stays the same; the strong ideas and distinctions have a balancing effect on the ad, as the visual is very artistic.

Paint, the theme for the third ad of the series is a good chose for part of the campaign. Besides the body paint of your car, again it plays on the creative us humans are capable of. Having a passion for music, a passion for paint. These series have a profound and deep meaning playing on human curiosity.

The right, creative side of the brain is always changing, imagining and creating. The left side sort of stays the same, following the lead of the right side. I feel as though Mercedes Benz cracked it with these ads. They are single-minded although double sided. The creators of these ads should be proud of themselves but only until the next ad of course.

“Imagination is more important than knowledge, for knowledge is limited to all we know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world and all there will be to know and understand” –Einstein.

"Fencer"

Well hello. This is my very first entry of my blog.  I would’ve liked to rant on about myself but it’s not about me. It’s about the people who have come up with this exceptional ad. The first time I glimpsed this ad was on my way out of cape towns’ international airport. I had to stop in my tracks and study the very interesting billboard before me.

I was captured by its simple yet intriguing imagery. The use of handwritten words to illustrate a dual between two fencers is at first attention grabbing. Once the ad has your attention, you realize that there is a strong metaphor within in it.

 The battle of the fencers and the war within a courtroom. One of the fencers is clearly on the front foot striking the one on the back foot. Putting a very clear image in your head that Webber Wentzel Attorneys think on their feet.  I feel the 3^rd base level of thinking permeating though it.

The single mindedness of the ad is very effective yet you get taken in by the part of your brain that Reponses to violence. You want to engage in it and take it all in.

From a strategic point of view it is very well executed. The ad exemplifies Webber Wentzel Attorneys to be very good at what they do making anyone seeking legal help want to seek them out. It gets the persons in legal trouble, to feel like they can win the case, by showing the kill strike on the opponent.

So in conclusion to my little analysis of this great ad that stuck with my on the drive home, even driving me to search for it on the interweb and use it as my example, speaks for itself. But I will speak for myself saying that I really dig this ad and I aspire to create ads like this one and even better ones.