It seems on the rich can afford the time to sit around and contemplate life, well... probably also students because it has been over a month since anything was posted here. On my part it was mainly due to having to actually do some work, not that it matter in the end because the project was cancelled. Of course that raises another question: How many things do we give up just to do the things that we think we have to do? I would ramble on about this but I think I had better get back to what I was doing.

Have fun out there.

The toilet thinga ma bob in the toilet breaks... yeah you know the thing that regulates the water flow into the sistern.. that thing. i say to myself, ah this is going to be easy, every hardware store from here to timbucktwo must have a replacement part?
well that was my first mistake. My second mistake is thinking that the parts 20 yrs ago are the same as the parts today.

A friend of mine sent me a link to this article now while I agree with some of the things that are valid I see this article as a microcosm of the whole giving up freedom for security debate. If you know what you are doing and the consequences of what you do then you should have and deserve more freedom of choice. Otherwise yes you do need to be protected but for that protection you have have to be prepared to give up some freedom.

I live in a country where people like Eugene Terreblanche and Julias Malema pop quite often in the news providing people with a satisfactory stereotype of various race groups. Of course now that Eugene Terreblanche is dead there is a need for a new version of this stereotype, so far we have a good candidate in Andre Visagie to see what I mean you can watch here here.

Why is that so many people turn to sites like this one for answers to their questions? It is not exactly a new phenoma either, people have been using oracles for centuries does this mean that a large portion of humanity has the inability to choose for themselves? I think so, I think that the world that we live in is filled with the potential for doubt. Just like we have night and day, things that can seem apparently clear can suddenly become dark and vague. Our human perception is flawed and its weakness leads us to doubt and question things.

So the world is passing me by while I work at trying to get silly things done, where is the rhyme and the reason in that?

The newspaper is full of it: Historic moment in American history, blah blah blah, Obama the hero for pushing through the new health care bill by 219-212 votes.
So what? if one could believe that this was more than a PR stunt or something the majority of Americans want, which by what i have heard, they don't, it might be a good thing.

Carl Jung is quoted as saying, "Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism." Yes, addictions are bad and yet most of us seek comfort in repetitive behaviour. It might not quite be the obvious insanity that lies in the madman's rocking backwards and forwards but is is still madness. To quote another person who is a lot more clever than me, "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results." That was Albert Einstein, of course people who are addicted don't neccessarily find themselves expecting a different result. They simply hope that the addictions will take away the pain, memories, time and uncertainty from which they are running.

This blog post doesn't have a spell check.... i had to spell pondering three times. We take Windows for granted , don't we? let this thought be one of my ponderings.

1. what would it be like to live in a world not driven by greed?
2. what if the insanity of materialism did not exist?
3. what does it mean to progress? People have always idolized progress. But what does it mean? more sustainability or more exploitation, being the cleverest or having the best there is to have? i just dont know anymore.

Poems illuminate our minds with their tight prose and stuffed meaning. Poems dont have to be difficult to read. Poems reflect the non conformist voice in society, voicing our concerns, frustrations, delights and loves.
I found the following poem delightful and wanted to share it on this blog. it is a poem written in the sixties but seems so fresh and in fact timeless.
to respect the copyright, this poem comes from a book of poems titled "Poems of the Sixties" by F.E.S. Finn, published by John Murray 1970