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Due in August

2007-07-15T09:56:00.000+02:00

u-Andy is expecting his daughter sometime in August.

I can't wait...

I'm just thinking back on how he used to fall asleep (everywhere possible) earlier on in the year and late last year. I mean, he even slept at my wedding.

Mother

2007-05-14T09:12:00.000+02:00

Taken: 29-Dec-2006

Ma'Orla, Ma'Olady, Mah...

I got nothing but the love for you...
(oh and respect, and admiration, and and...)

music dies tonight

2007-04-09T10:17:00.000+02:00

my sound card just gave up on me.
It's not breathing anymore, it's not flashing anymore.
It doesn't sing anymore.
[I can see artists' lips moving - but not of that is moving me]

I wonder if this has anything to do with anything but the music is gone.
I guess I'm gonna have to study with the telly on from now on...

If music is such an important aspect of my studying, what am I not doing that could enhance my experience. Surely music can't be the only thing after all man is equipped with 6 senses.

may i feel said he

2007-04-04T05:29:00.000+02:00

may i feel said he - by e.e. cummings

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

Ghot You Pegged in Limbo

2007-03-01T06:57:00.000+02:00

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Got You Pegged - 1 June 2004

Got You Pegged Too - 1 June 2004

Today I discovered that this excruciating pain in my back is caused by muscular spasms, which exist only to protect me from inadvertently causing harm to myself. I'm told that I've successfully the masterminded my own demise by assuming a bad posture while I'm seated in front of the computer (which is what I do @ least 9 hrs a day...jeesluk!, curse u-Darkie for being studious)
My excuse is that I need to be close to the screen. Now my burning question: Could my - not so great - eyesight be causing me back-aches?

Just *

2007-02-28T07:48:00.000+02:00

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"Am desperately trying to resuscitate my tunes, Dark-man @ the opportunity cost of sleep.
No space to dream yet - No eyes to close.

I'm hopeful that by the end of the year I would have gathered enough 'self' to find calm in this chaos. To find time to 'sleep' and dream..." - posted Wed 19h05 21st February, 2007 to www.sinah.org

Anticipation *

2007-02-26T11:29:00.000+02:00

Sunset Valley | *Some Sunday 2006

I've been somewhat lethargic this past weekend (combination of missing an element of myself and an element of structure in my life). It is looking out though...
Things are becoming clearer as I go. It's images like these that inject a certain calm in all this chaos. It's the subtle vibrations of the unspoken words of the owner that keep me steadily hopeful.

Mind Map

2007-02-21T04:34:00.000+02:00

If education is the key and the door is 'opportunity', who is the locksmith?. Time?
So much work to be done. I need to find me a good locksmith, I need to map this mind of mine.

Soul Map

2007-02-18T08:06:00.000+02:00

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My electronic drum-set is collecting dust, my guitar is croaky. I miss music...

Glowing Globes

2007-02-17T10:39:00.000+02:00

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"Light is knowledge. Where is no knowledge, thee is darkness. Light is the presence of day where things can be seen and appreciated. Light is the power of God, the presence of life that is sustaining and nurturing." - From Nobesuthu (Taken from Iyanla Vanzant's 'In The Meantime - pgs 286-287)

Saturday night fever (Ziyawa e-next-door!). It's gonna be a long night.
Today I gave a street beggar R5 and felt broke. In some weired, twisted, way that kinda made me feel like that meager R5 is going to adding value to someone's life...
(my love is cursing: "fcuk, this hole is too thin!", trying to fit a new belly ring ...)

Good Night.

iToilet Story

2007-02-16T08:22:00.000+02:00

30 Oct 2004 - Standerton "Family Day".
i-Bhoshi: I remember how petrified I'd be when my mother said "u-zo-bhosha ng'yak'tshela!".
my Grandfather called it i-Lavatory, or more specifically, 'ilevetri'.

I have too many toilet stories to share... and the least I'll say is that it so alarming how liberated people are @ 'braking wind' in the toilets (these days) - and what's the reasoning behind the 'cosy' mens urinary, are they trying to get us to bond?

Tender Back

2007-02-15T10:48:00.000+02:00

This picture was taken on the 29th of Oct 2004.
The GIBS course is killing me - even my back is taking a beating. I swear its worse than a tooth ache (okay maybe not) but I do wish that I would just wake up one day and the pain would be ...
gone.

You Stroke My Senses

2007-02-14T08:43:00.000+02:00

We call this picture "us, the matte look (cute)". I don't know why but I know I dig it. One of those you be taking on a Sunday afternoon chill session with your lover, who is also your true 'mpintsh (friend). Just melding in each other's company. Light's are dim, with a soft strobe from the sun rays, immersing the room in a mood I can only call sepia. Few photos bring me such nostalgia - this is one such...I'm going to enjoy love and rediscovering the delectable layers of love (this year).

logo

2007-02-12T07:10:00.000+02:00

_reflecting:

Suspire

2007-02-07T06:48:00.000+02:00

Definition
1. Breathe in: to draw in breath
2. Sigh: to give a sigh

I dig this word: I have a song called "Suspire" - has something to do with breathing to collect oneself from the ills of this world, like the loss of an unborn child or loved one.

I should put it up...

Pain & Pleasure

2007-01-24T13:06:00.000+02:00

8:41 AM: An email from Nobesuthu entitled: "Mpxwah - thanks for taking the pain away yesterday! ". I will say no further than perhaps, "this here is the highlight of my day..."

Highlight of the month is a mail that reads Nobesuthu.Ndlovu@... as opposed to Nobesuthu.Radebe@...
I kinda miss seeing 'Radebe' though...

Wedding Day (Book Marker)

2006-12-30T10:48:00.000+02:00

how do i love thee?

[let me count the ways...]
nhlahla + nobesuthu = forever...

The countdown is over, I'm 'single' no more...
Until yesterday I felt like a form that read: Fill in the missing spaces...

When stopping to think about what my wedding day means to me, I always make the analogy of a book marker . A book marker that serves as an index allowing you to go back in time and 're-mind' your SELF of the day you chose to create that memory index.

That's all it is...

Leaving Toyota

2006-12-21T10:44:00.000+02:00

Today, my last day @ Toyota.

Sad, sad news - I will miss Everyone.

Even more sad is that Abraham Makutseng's dad passed on yesterday @ around 7pm.

On the flip side:
Abraham & Thuli (wife) are expecting a child towards the end of December, which just so happens to be around the time of my wedding:

[7 Days to go before the 29 of Dec 2006: My wedding].

11:42pm

Trip{ Stumbling on Happiness - Daniel Gilbert

2006-12-20T10:57:00.000+02:00

Trip (noun)
~ A journey for some purpose (usually including the return)
~ A stumble
~ Period of experiencing drug-induced hallucinations

I still think English is a funny language. The fact that I have my blog labeled ghoti-crumbs (i.e. fish crumbs) attest to this.
It is fascinating how the same noun (trip) could have meanings of opposite polarities: 'an accidental misstep threatening a fall'; on the opposite extreme 'a psychedelic experience' - tight!

I think I can relate to what the Gilbert meant with the
'Stumbling On Happiness'.

An extract from page 11 of this book{

"Until fairly recently, scientists thought it was not much good at all, because people whose frontal lobes were damaged seemed to do pretty well without them. Phineas Gage was a foreman for the Ruthland Railroad who, on a lovely autumn day in 1848, ignited a small explosion in the vicinity of his feet, launching a three-and-a-half-foot-long iron rod into the air, which Phineas cleverly caught with his face. The rod entered just beneath his left cheek and exited through the top of his skull, boring a tunnel through his cranium and taking a good chunk of frontal lobe with it (see figure 3). Phineas was knocked to the ground, where he lay for a few minutes. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he stood up and asked if a coworker might escort him to the doctor, insisting all the while that he didn’t need a ride and could walk by himself, thank you. The doctor cleaned some dirt from his wound, a coworker cleaned some brain from the rod, and in a relatively short while, Phineas and his rod were back about the same business".

Observing A Common House-Fly

2006-12-14T17:02:00.000+02:00

Trotting away to work today, I spotted a common house-fly:

A fly is well renowned for its attention-grabbing abilities, best of which is the I'm-am-street-beggar emulating tactic (another, which is widely confused with that of the grandeur bee, is that not-less-than-annoying BuzZ).

However, unlike a common beggar a fly will gladly snatch and grab your grub without asking: "may I please have some of your left-overs?".

Suffice it to say that with such a repertoire of impressive attention-grabbing tactics, the one that caught my eye was it's colour, which closely matches my Thursday tie, green.

I regress... the peculiar observation I made was its 'highly evolved navigation system' , which is characterised by random-bashing-on-the-walls-of-objects until you can get in.As the saying goes (it's actually a Japanese poem!): "A Fly's Head is Nothing but Eyes!", its still amazing that after 3-billion years - or so - of evolution, the only way a common fly can tell the difference between a spic-and-span glass door from open space is to whack its head - I mean eyes - against it!

This is a common-fly's normal way of (its short) life and it comes almost as naturally as answering a phone call (knowing you owe no one 'nothing') or dialling zero before punching in the external number when you are using a 'work phone'. Which is another way of saying that if a fly figures that it has fly into a key-hole to 'cross the road', it doesn't have to think hard about how hard-and-sore its eyes would be if were miss the the key-hole altogether. I will mention, travelling @ lightening speeds of up to a few knots, the house-fly is hardly at liberty to craft a well-informed and calculated aim at the key-hole.

In as much as "...A fly's Head is Nothing but Eyes..." it's true to say that:

A fly's Eyes are it's Helmet.

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