Friday, November 23, 2007
Sebagos were the epitome of 'cool kid'. Sebagos were like the cocaine of footwear.. in price that is!
It was a while before I got my first (and only) pair of Sebagos back in 95, wine red 'Classics'. I wore them for church almost every Sunday, with chocolate brown Dickies, brown check shirt and stretch Paris belt.
I was the cool kid for a while, while I could fit into a size seven shoe. I'll never forget the handmade craftsmanship, the smell of the leather, like a brand new car - the smell that never faded.
It's funny how I coveted those shoes until my dad bought me a pair one year. I saw them today and smiled. I can afford them on my own now, but if I were to buy them, I assure you, it would only be to feel like I did back in 95...
Friday, November 16, 2007
When I was in high school and tech, I always told people that I thrived under pressure - that i enjoyed burning the midnight oil and cramming months of notes the morning before the big exam. Looking back, this was and excuse for laziness and flakiness. I'm just a procrastinator - why should I do it now, when I can do it tomorrow instead?
The reason I admit to this is because in recent weeks I've been feeling an over-whelming amount of work related stress and stress related to social engagements. It feels good to express this right now, so bear with me - hopefully I will get to the point soon. The thing is this, most of my youth was spent swatting, seldom preparing sufficiently but managing to get through. However, being and adult is different - life is not like a school test! The experiences are real. It's not about 'John bounces a ball, how big is the cow?' The tests involve peoples feelings, relationships, friendships. The sad part is, that the major development of who we are, who I am today has taken place a while ago. My characters has been moulded in those days when I was swatting for exams and studying late the night before.
I wonder if I can change who I am? Is it too late?
Monday, November 05, 2007
I know that I've got to do something, just reading the mens health magazine doesn't quite cut it. I need those hours in the gym. I need to cycle, run, row, push some iron, eat correctly and kick the m&m's...
Sunday, November 04, 2007
As I battle to find the performance related problems on my moms PC, I think back on the days of my youth. Particularly, what I wanted to be when I grew up - a scientist. I could not imagine anything more exciting than looking inside cells, cloning sheep name Dolly and ending world hunger. Professor Karrim kind of had a nice way of rolling off the tounge. At age twelve, I had a lab coat and a microscope that I took to school for career day. My speech was quite compelling, I'm sure it produced some actual scientists from that class, though not me.
Funny thing is, I don't exactly remember the point that this dream of mine changed. For a short while, I wanted to be a doctor, then it became following a career in computers - which it is today. I don't know if my vocation today really excites me. I'm not too old to change my mind altogether, start a soya bean farm and end world hunger.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
The jersey was in fact a maroon Izod Lacoste cardigan. It had belonged to my great-grandmother; though it was a mens cardigan (she was a bigger than average individual). My friends hated this jersey, I don't know if it was because it had no shape on me, or because of the over-sized buttons or because of it's colour. Perhaps they were jealous of my almost original jersey... I still wonder.
My grandmother still has that jersey in my wardrobe. I'm willing to sell it to those who are willing to make an offer for it. The unpopularity will follow :)
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
TV is not as it was several years ago. Remember the shows that would get the whole family into the living room between 7 and 8 pm? Remember the shows such as The A-Team, Airwolf, Major Dad, MacGyver and Telefun-Quiz?
South African broadcasters have lost the quality of its international content. Perhaps the revenue they generate is not enough for good, entertaining programming. Local TV is seriously suffering due to a lack imagination and creativity especially in the Reality TV genre. There are no new concepts it seems, which will bring the viewers coming back for more.
The first season of a local ‘rip off’ show seems to do relatively well – look at Survivor South Africa, Big Brother South Africa and The Apprentice – all did relatively well in the first season.
Series’ such as Lost, Desperate Housewives and Greys Anatomy all seem to do well, so much so that SABC is now airing the first season of Desperate Housewives as their rivals MNET did some years before them.
Locally produced documentaries, 3rd degree, Carte Blanche and Special Assignment, are worth watching - our investigative journalism still pulls in the few that are dedicated to local content.
I see a great opportunity for those adventurous enough to give us some new Reality TV, some new soapies and some new talk shows – locally ‘manufactured’ of course.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I’ve moved into my own place about two weeks ago – the bachelor life has finally begun for me. Initially, I was apprehensive – not knowing what to expect, the possible responsibility (switching the lights off, not forgetting the bath water running), fear, uncertainty and doubt. To be honest though, it’s one of the most exciting things I’ve done. It’s awesome being in a space that’s entirely my own. I’ve tried my hand at the cooking thing and surprisingly, it’s working out fine for me so far. Shopping for groceries is exciting but shopping for consumer electronics – even more so (Any excuse to by the new Sony LCD)!
In my stay alone so far, I see that food is expensive, that cooking involves more time and effort that I actually thought.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
I haven't found myself, I don't know who I am. I'm not comfortable around myself. Sometimes I even feel trapped inside my own mind. It's really very weird. One would think that in 25 years, I'd be OK with who I am - well, not yet.
I've had my own place for four months now and yet I still haven't moved out - kinda like the guy in the movie "Failure to Launch". I know that if I am on my own, I will have to deal with and come to terms with myself.
At some other stage in my life, back when I was at tech, I was completely fine with my being. I was confident and people could tell. As I grew, I thought that so would my confidence - but it hasn't. As we age, some events occur that so brutally dent our confidence, build and restructure our character traits and change our personalities. These events either make us stronger or make us weaker - but whatever they do, they teach us a little more about ourselves.
I don't know what it is, I don't know how to handle it, but I feel that I haven't quite come to terms with who I am just yet...
Friday, July 13, 2007
Example - I need to service my car, I tell Waseem, Waseem tells me he has an uncle named Ivan who can hook me up for half the price that the registered mechanics can do the job for. Or if I'm shopping for a TV, John tells me that he has a cousin who once worked for a shop where he still has a contact that can get cost price on said TV.
I don't know many people in the business of acquiring things - legally or otherwise. My point is just that if you ask around, you're bound to get someone who can hook with what you're looking for, for a little cheaper than at the shops.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
The liver transplant was not successful. The bovine liver which was destined for me was rejected by my body. My health worsened and... forget it... I'm deleting this blog...
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Altogether though, we were much more liberal in our eating habits than what we are now. We didn't get fat... our metabolism would just not allow that.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Overall, you scored as follows:
23% scored higher (more nerdy),
1% scored the same, and
76% scored lower (less nerdy).
What does this mean? Your nerdiness is:
Mid-Level Nerd. Wow, it takes a lot of hard nerdy practice to reach this level.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Computers with a built in braai (I love to surf the internet while braai-ing)
Shoes with a built in polisher and shiner
A bicycle with a water cooler
A toilet with a submerged LCD screen
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Friday, May 04, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
I wonder if you could point me in the right direction please...
I've been trying to find some information relating to donuts on the internet and particularly the mathworld.wolfram.com website. My question is this, "Is there a perfect proportion between inner and outer donut circumferences?" I found information regarding the torus at http://mathworld.wolfram.com
I know that this is a geometry type question, but I hope that you can help in some small way.
I’m not aware of any ideas of “perfection” relating to tori. There has been a lot of work (both mathematical, psychological and artistic) on the aesthetic preference for geometric figures divided according to the “golden ratio”. I’m not sure if this ratio has any influence in respect to tori. Certainly there are aspects of topology that distinguish different tori according to the difference in proportion of the circumferences that you mention but that isn’t my area at all! I wonder what a doughnut with a golden ratio of the outer to inner circumefrence would look like? My feeling is that it would probably be quite fat. Not sure. Maybe read up on the golden ratio (or Google both) and see what you find!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Of late, I've found my social life steadily increasing. It's been great going out, staying out late and sometimes, even on work nights. Cocktails, shooters and wine, toasts, celebrations! Things are not as hectic as they were during the time that I was 18 or and at tech, but way better than a few months ago. Even though winter is looming, we still find time and opportunity to go out and have us a good time...
Monday, April 30, 2007
Mens magazines, in fact, advertise and market themselves to encourage male grooming. Anti-ageing face creams, post shaving cream are now more popular than ever before. GQ magazine, May 2007, page 25, shows a man holding a Louis Vuitton satchel (man-bag). Media encourage metrosexaulity yet society distort this an make the poor guy seem gay. A nice frilly shirt is now regarded as a 'man blouse'.
I know that the end of your neck-tie should be midway through your belt-buckle. I know that your tie should be two shades darker than your shirt and that under no circumstances should your socks be white Michael.
Going to enjoy my body massage now...
My affinity towards donuts comes from the hole that gives a donut its unique appearance. I want to know if there is any particular size that the circumference of the center hole must be, in proportion the the outer circumference.
If anyone can help, please post a comment.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Think back to the 80's and 90's, when cellphones were the size of bricks, computers were IBM gray, monitors had up to four colours and were too expensive and IM existed in the form of 'Win-Popup', if you were fortunate enough to have Windows 95 and not MS-DOS.
Things have changed dramatically and yet most people don't even use most of the applications at their disposal.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
If yes, then that person suffers with 'over-enthusiasmness' - a sad and debilitating disease which leads to premature hair loss, greying, aging, extreme caffeine addiction, and irritable-bowel syndrome.
Watch out for these symptoms. Over-enthusiasmness is treatable and curable.
Friday, April 20, 2007
So my findings are such, that a young guy or girl must be a bit off the rockers, bounce off the walls but must progress... I think...! I'm gona try it out and see what happens.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Being in Durban gave me a chance to re-awaken my youth, to rejuvinate my spirit. I saw many old friends, enjoying life, living recklessly and irresponsibly; just as a 20-something year old should. I looked and compared myself to my mates and realised how I've matured, how I've lost touch with my youth. Like everyone in Joburg, work becomes an obsession, a distractintion, a neccessary evil (right now I'm at the office, typing over my new IBM T60 (hehehe)). I can't imagine going out on a Thursday night anymore, yet my friend Clyde did it - with no regrets. He played vast amounts of house music, in fact, only house music while we were in his car. He drove without a seatbelt and encouraged me to do the same, something I haven't done in ages. It felt great... as the bass pumped out of his single sub-woofer in his VW Golf 'Velo'!
House music, bass, some beers, we went to a pool hall with Karaoke! I ended-up humming to some slim Shady track I don't recall.
Oh ja, not to forget the vast amounts of slang we through around.
'Ekse bra, I'm at the pozie, kla dressed, waiting for you to pick me up. Gaai me a missed call when you almost here. Lukker'
All in all, Durban was great. I had a chance to let my hair down and realise that I'm still a kid at heart.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Watch this s p a c e !
- Abrown leather, Italian wallet (made in china) containing R82.55 and various receipts
- A Samsung D500 cell phone battery
- A Norton Internet Security 2005 CD + Expired License key
- A wet wipe (in silver packaging) and brown sugar from News Cafe (both have never been used)
- A single golf sock
- A leather bound diary from 2006 - never used, good condition
- A stone from a copper mine in Zambia
These items have a great history and also some amazing stories behind them. I will accept all email offers and will try to place them on an online auction type store.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
So we ate well on Friday, went to my cousins place and had prawns, calamari rings, line fish, and more pickled fish. We had left-overs on Saturday, but by then, flatulence had caught up. Not a single soul who ate fish could say that he or she did not FART! I'm talking crazy amounts of fishy, smelly gas, with a hint of onion flavour. It was terrible. Everyone was in denial, but we all know that "The one who denied it fried it"
For the first time I saw with my own eyes how a guy spins a car, gets out of it and stands away from it, while it continues to spin in a precise, controlled motion, making the donut shapes on the floor as tires melt and screech as the rubber disintegrates. He then jumps back into the car through the sun-roof, into the back seat, out the rear door, then back into the drivers seat. Crowd goes wild!
It was quite an exilerating experience - even though I did not partake in any activity myself.
Monday, April 02, 2007
I'm gona keep my eyes open and look out for the po-po either eating or buying donuts. I'm not gona dedicate my life to following this cause, though I think it will become an interesting pasttime.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
So, I'm open to suggestions on how to become an internet millionaire. Is there some generic code that I can copy and paste then upload and manage to draw countless people to buy my invisibiluty potion or what ever I have to sell? Perhaps I'll sell my profound knowledge of google to some internet addict not willing to learn the tricks himself. How do I do it? How do I manage to pull it off and complent my income? What idea, technique, method or secret works specifically for the South African waiting to become the next rich kid on the block?
There's lots of books on making money on the internet by clever marketing but nothing specific to South Africa. South Africans are not such liberal spenders as their North American or European counterparts. They are all so afraid of marketing a buiness on the internet. Look at Kalahari.net (not a programming language) or Bid or Buy for example. Half the time you never get what you want. So in that case I just order from Amazon.com or Ebay making several Americans wealthier.
So, patiently I wait for the idea to present itself to my minds eye - the money maker.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Time for coffee...
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Do not make this a competition Mr. Sinister... for I know where you once ate your lunch! I link Ever Great!
Monday, March 26, 2007
I was thrilled to be back home, I hadnt seen the old folks in a while. I was not able to contain myself at all... not that I cried, but it was a feeling of utter happiness - like the dancing penguin in Happy Feet, yeah, thats how I felt.
I saw my dad, cousins and aunts. I 'met up' with some friends who had dropped out of touch. We laughed and sat around on power boxes and leaned against street poles.
Pictures to follow...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Here are the rules
Rule 1: Don't be fancy - use orthodox bowling technique
My brother Ryan lost because he was trying to be too fancy. He had combed his hair into a little Mohawk and he was trying to impress the ladies in the next lane. He lost!
You may ask, "What is the orthodox bowling technique?"
It's the technique that I use! I learned it watching '70s style comedies.
Rule 2: Become one with your lane
A simple self explanatory rule. I learned this one from an episode of "The Simpsons" where Marge was considering an affair with a pro-bowler.
Know how you lane pulls your ball left or right, so when you bowl you can compensate for this. My girlfriend Mummy did not follow this rule and her balls ended up in the gutters (but not as often as Ryan's - go baby)
Rule 3: Don't let the celebrities of local sports shows and his entourage distract you
Kerwin's game went from A to J. It was the ladies in the adjacent lane. Don't get fooled - just don't look!
Rule 4: Keep confident.
This rule is one I took from a "Shield" antiperspirant ad. Bowling is a psychological game. Mess with the minds of your competitors. My girlfriend thought that I jinxed her. This lowered her confidence and allowed me to win easily with four strikes.
Rule 5: Play with a ball that fits you nicely
As Kerwin discovered, your technique is nothing if your thumb cannot be promptly released from the ball. One of two things can happen in this situation - both involving Newtons laws of motions. Your thumb goes with the ball, so does the rest of your body - or your thumbs snaps off as in a horror move would portray.
Ok, so those are my rules, which probably will not work. I've only ever used them once and they are also very dependant on whether there is a local sports prsenter with an entourage in the adjacent lane.
Friday, March 16, 2007
I'm waiting now for the exit interview, which I requested via mail some days ago. However, it hasn't happend yet or even been acknowledged, I mean, why would 'poop' request a meeting?
Well, thats just my feeling, at least I still have my.... um... ability to transform myself into different shapes and colours depending on the situation and my ability to transcend to alternate areas plains of existence at will.
Can't wait to get home.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
My girlfriend hooked me up with these pickup lines that are very well know in Soweto and apparently also generally very successful. So, to impress the ladies, you don't need a shiny medallion and chest hair. Just use these lines...
While talking to the lady of your choice, include these words:
Thambo lam' le Kentucky - my Kentucky bone
Ngiya qwala ngawe - With you I get full
Ngik'thanda nom'uvhutha baby - I love you even when you are in flames baby
S'tofu sam' sama lahle - my coal stove
Shumi lam' (my 1 Rand)
Dudlu Dwadla - a phrase used to get the attention of a chubby, sexy lady...
So, hope this helps...
Monday, March 12, 2007
I've also being considering completing my BTech this year. I've been asking around for information as to how this can be done. However, it will only be in June that I can make a start.
I called my father last week to express my excitement at buying my own house. In his heart, I'm sure he was happy for me, but it wasn't the type of excitement that one would expect from a father. I wasn't too disappointed, but was kinda hoping that he would be a little more proud.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Sanity could easily be restored in a hectic office with the ‘Restore Sanity, or ‘Make My Boss Disappear’ button function.
Come to think of it, this would be similar to the movie click. I didn’t watch it, but from the previews I’ve seen, I imagine it to be quite similar to Restore Sanity function I wish I had!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I did say 'firstly', so I guess you're waiting with baited breath for a 'secondly'. Sorry to dissapoint!
Number 2 on the list of why this is a cruel world, is because of the parents of the abandoned kids that we visit over the weekends. It's really sad that parents leave their kids sometimes withouth ever having seen their child - sad!
Finally and thirdly - is the De Larey song. It drives me nuts, wink wink!
Monday, February 26, 2007
At the gym, overcome with enthusiasm, I overworked my calves. Today, I had to drag myself into the office with my arms. I'm in so much pain, I think that I'm going to the chemist to go and pop some voltaren.
Cheers for now.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I was hoping to use the money to substitute my income - but that is no where near my target... in fact its still zero... tying in nicely with my blog viewership/readership numbers.
I have not been writing for awhile, give a guy a break for going down the road less traveled.
Taking up all applicants now - without a fee...
Become a Delonist - Follow the cult of Delonism!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
As I was sipping my tea, there was a knock on the door – it was the Pope (the one who replaced John Paul II – and no one can remember his name). He came to ‘Dals’ seeking advice. Apparently he had upset some Muslims. Now ‘Dals’ did not take to this lightly. This Pope – lets call him Benny, was about to start some ‘sh** up in here’ and have a Jihad on his hands. So, ‘Dals’ presented him with two options – kinda like the options that Neo was presented by Morpheus.
The dialogue that followed was exactly this:
“You take the blue pill, the story ends here, you wake up and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill you stay in wonderland and I'll show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
Suffice to say that Benny chose the blue pill and issued a public apology.
I returned to my physical body and proceeded to urinate a pale shade of blue…
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
In my quest for greatness, glory and recognition, I have decided to start my own cult. I have had a vision, brought upon me by the 'Prophets of the Ether' while I was browsing a Deepak Chopra book in the philosophy section of the bookstore, and foresee great power, wealth and greatness to all who follow me. I require a syndicate of followers who will be loyal to the cause and open to new ideas.
So, what is the cause?
The cult encourages creativity, intellectual stimulation, education and dedication.The cult does not look favourably upon dumb people or people who have never used the internet.
We encourage free thinking, the willingness to learn, a level of litercay and also require you to join a library and pay monthly $1.00 subsriptions to me via bank transfer. Details will be provided upon joining.
Joining is done by clicking on 'Post Comment'. Join the cult, feel the enlightenment.
In the words of the cult - there is no knowledge that is not power...
(Evil laugh goes here)
Thursday, January 18, 2007
I'm puzzled. For weeks I've been suffering with writers block. Often I find myslef struggling for interesting content, for content that other people would enjoy reading. And in this writing slum, comes the constant dissapointment when I receive my weekly web stats, and see that my readership is down (honestly though, its never been above 6 views on any day) or worse - nil!
The few loyal readers I've had have asked me to change the content, to move away from talking about technology too much or things that other people don't find interesting. 'I write what I like' but then no-one will read. I write what other people want to hear about any maybe, just maybe readership will improve - let's see how that goes?
I've been receiving spam mail from across the world. From Netherlands, India, Turkey and Poland to name just a millionth. Only recently have I started trying to determine where they come from. I'm like the HAM radio folks who plot a map of the origins of people they communicate with.
Night At the Pub
Last night my buddy and I decided to do the hectic night at the pub on a weekday night thing. Oooh, it was bad! My buddy and I were going well, drinks were flowing. The last drink was a very Long Island Ice Tea - woooo weeee. It did the trick. This was the one after having had it, you realise you shouldn't have had! I went to my girlfriends place thereafter, with drunken 'expectations.' All i got was to hug the toilet bowel. Not a pretty experience.
Due to the street lights being out in every part of the city today - I'm going home now. Hopefully it will be a pleasant experience.
Monday, January 15, 2007
I recently installed some casino software on my PC. All the fun without the risk of losing real money - So far, I've taught myself to play Video Poker, Blackjack and Baccarat. I'm not the gambling type, so, this little suite of games suits me well. Growing up for several years as an only child (my brothers spawned from pumpkins later on), I was only used to playing Solitaire and Rubicks Cube.
I've been considering playing real gambling games online, but I don't have the courage, especially when considering that I'm practicalyl broke. Perhaps I'll try after someone gives me the tips to making big money on the internet.
My weekend was what i had hoped it would be, relaxing and nothing else. I got a chance to chill with my girlfriend, ride my bike and do all sorts of stuff that would consitute a lazy weekend. I watched a teen movie and slept.
Now, to the 'Cloak and Dagger' stuff. My friend whos name I'm not going to mention (due to certain legalities, legislations and what nots) was being the victim of hate mail. He or she (it's so damn secret, I can't say) was recieving the emails from someone who had claimed to be in the UK. After some forensic investigations, similar to what you may be used to if you watch CSI South Africa, it was determined that the purveyor of said 'hate email' was not in the UK, but in fact at a local site. Futher to this, the site of the criminal was also the person that 'friend' suspected it to be originating from. Mmmm, all very intersting methinks.
Well, writing that story just caused me imense amounts of confusion... Think I'm going out to get myself a berry smoothie.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Now Apple are realesing the iPhone, I want one too, but i can't afford it. But if I calm down, take a deep breath, pick my nose, fart and then reflect - i remember that my entire CD collection consists of only 5 or so CD's. So whats the point, I ask myslef, of having maybe only 20 tracks on an ipod?
I don't like to do the whole bootleg-illegal-rob artists of their income-thing, so i listen to radio instead. It's free and it offers variety, though it doesn't always play my favourite tracks, in which case, I can just change the station. I grew up listening to East Cost Radio (www.ecr.co.za) and Metro FM (www.metrofm.co.za). I now listen to 5 fm (www.5fm.co.za), who offer greater music variety and 702 Talk Radio (www.702.co.za) for talk topics.
Altoghether I guess I'm pretty clued up with the latest music and current affairs.
Send me a link of a non South African radio station to listen to online and broaden my horizons.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The devil that I'm moving from is Business Connexion. The devil that I'm moving to is Dimension Data. Both very big organizations here in South Africa.
My manager has been trying to get me to reconsider - A futile attempt, but don't tell him that I said that.
Anyways, these are exciting times. the doubt has passed and I look forward only to the new opportunities now.