White moths, black butterflies

April 30, 2009

No, this is not a comment on the new south africa, but a record of what has passed this past week: walking up to Rhodes Memorial with Noah on Monday, we saw hundreds of black butterflies on the lower slopes, just as you enter the turnstile after the bridge. The white moths we saw at home, the first one one the white exterior wall, then the other inside a day or two later, and finally they found each other and settled outside.

Also, Chelsea left last week. I wonder if she’ll be back?

Jesse is hhere as compensation. She’s the only one who gives me affection:)


I am thinking of voting ANC tomorrow for the first time since ’94.

April 21, 2009

Any comments?

I’m a hopeless romantic…

April 16, 2009

I ignore the shit,until it hits the fan…that’s what Noleen tells me, anyway.

We have a new pet, Jesse the dog. She stays with me at night when the others have gone to sleep. Soon she will be able to accompany on my night walks to that throbbing nightspot in Pinelands, the BP service station.

We are bonding. I have not done any scooping yet, though. Perhaps the two are mutually exclusive…

I touched Matt Damon in the toilet

March 19, 2009

It happened on Tuesday night, when i joined Deon and Gregor for a drink at Mitchell’s Brewery at the Waterfront. Matt was there with Clint Eastwood. The rest of the crowd was doing kareoke (is that how you spell it?). It was St. Patrick’s day with free t-shirts and hats.

Our touch was accidental and slight. I couldn’t take it further because there was the large shape of a bodyguard blotting out the doorway:)

J.M. Coetzee is the Steven Cohen of the literary world

January 10, 2009

I stopped reading him before ‘Disgrace’. Then I found his first book ‘Dusklands’. The level of misanthropy is astounding. He delights in the indignity of people, in the baseness. It is not “…the horror, the horror…” which some ascribe to him.

Therefore, he is similar to Steven Cohen the performing artist who takes this mockery of the human beings to scary physical heights. Good luck to them both.

The whole point of being rich: being treated like a child again.

December 1, 2008

Me and the missus went to the Arabella Sheraton, Hermanus this weekend. We were upgraded to the penthouse suite (‘best available room’, as befits a platinum member of the Starwood Preferred Guest program – see https://the1rod.wordpress.com/2008/09/01/human-desire-whats-the-points/ ).

The children weren’t there, we had huge breakfasts, stunning views, our room cleaned, beach-walks, room-service etc., in fact all those things about hotel living I had taken for granted in Stuttgart (except the beach, of course).  But this time, I figured that that the pampering, which the missus noticed more than I did (this being her first time) was like being mothered, making us feel like kids again. And the way to access it is by booking into a five-star hotel now and again. It was great.

Shakespearean Buddha

October 22, 2008

To my mentor, H.

As far back as I can remember, I used to get this sensation of utter despair whenever my mind wandered to thoughts of existence. I mean, when thinking about where this All comes from, and what is going to happen when the Universe ends. I abandoned God when I was a pre-teenager, so maybe this was part of the residue:)

It was quite painful to contemplate, occurring mainly in the evenings when I would be in bed. Nowhere to run! I could no longer occupy my self with the usual whirring of work and reading and talking and…It was similar to a toothache, actually, in that it hit a nerve, somewhere in my brain.

I’m sure many have experienced this. There is even a French School named for it:)

Major relief was provided some years ago when a certain H. told me the only thing he knew about Zen Buddhism. I do not recall the exact words, but effectively he said that when we look up at the night sky, we see stars. They’re just stars. It had quite an effect on me. That night I went out and held my arms raised against the sky. It felt like I was connecting with something. And, yes, I saw stars. As though for the first time.

It calmed my mind tremendously. That sensation is no longer overwhelming when I occassionally do experience it (For more on this topic, refer to Osho’s book ‘Intuition’).

I was reminded of it on Saturday while watching the movie ‘Good Night and Good Luck’ about Ed Morrow. In it they quoted Shakespeare:

Cassius: “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves…”

The Bard Buddha. The Buddhist Bard.

While I am here rambling on matters non-material, I remarked recently that my two favourite philosophers, Nietzsche and Wittgenstein, had in common that they were both hospital orderlies during a war in their era.

Now I think there is another link: Nietzsche’s famed ‘Übermensch’ is premised on the idea of what we are Becoming. Just as the tree is what the sand, water and sunshine are becoming, so too, the Übermensch (that is, incidentally, also of the earth) is what we are becoming.

The connection to Wittgenstein is the latter’s statement that the meaning of a word is in its use (he may not have been the first to say this, I agree, but it was central to his language arguments). So, simplistically, the lever is the use of a stick, somehow. So I want to say: the lever is what the stick is becoming.

Or is that saying too much? Should we rather pass over in silence?

I guess not!

September 26, 2008

Thabo is gone. Who knows where?

Pity Trevor and Manto stayed. What was all the consternation about? The people shall govern!

There were two newspaper snippets that I found good. One was a letter in Wednesday’s Argus about how this is an opportunity for ‘the people’ to show the politicians where the power should reside.

The other was an article in this morning’s Cape Times by Milton Shain saying that the party power lies with Mathews Phosa, Cyril Ramaphosa and Tokyo Sexwale, the very people who Thabo outed as coup conspirators! So was the paranoid power monger right after all:)?

A week is a long time in politics

September 15, 2008

I wonder if Thabo Mbeki will survive this week?

Ah well, we’ve had to put up with him for the past near-decade, so wot’s another little while?

He’s changed from a lame duck to a dead snake, according to Jacob Zuma. Alchemy? Political metamorphosis?

I’m sure these politicians are all nice guys up close, but from a distance, they sure raise a stink. The Human Condition, I suppose.

The rest of the golfing world pales in comparison with Tiger Woods…

September 12, 2008