Bring back Bok!

Note: I ran the concept of this post past a reader before I wrote it, and I got the impression that I maybe needed to find a different angle. This can like to be that angle.

Now. On with the post.

Bring back Bok!

That was my cry when I started getting adverts and flyers for this concert all over my socials and emails:

For those who aren’t aware, I have been plagued by Afrikaans singing sensation Bok van Blerk for many years now. Much like Herpes, your presence on his mailing lists is something that you simply can’t get rid of, no matter how many drugs you take or how desperately you try.

But could Lighthouse – that’s these guys:

We are Lighthouse, a family band that loves making music for Jesus, our Lord, and Savior!

actually be worse than Bok?

Yes. Yes, I rather think that they could.

They’ve been aggressively marketing their upcoming Praise and Worship Aand (evening) in Struisbaai this weekend all over my internet. They might even have taken it further: I haven’t looked at the front of my house, but it wouldn’t surprise me if their ubiquitous message had been daubed all over there as well.

They’ve also been punting their BIG SONG: Fear Of The Lord (negative reinforcement is rarely a successful means of control, and this title doesn’t seem to suggest a good way to run any sort of organisation to me) in partnership with the popular series “The Chosen”, on Youtube (76 subscribers).
They tell us:

Go stream it free on The Chosen App. It’s a must-watch!

Hmm. Citation required.

At this point, I usually say something along the lines of:

I did this, so you don’t have to.

But in this case: no chance. You’re on your own.

I did watch the music video though:

Part smiley Jesus (especially when he realises that he’s turned the water into wine, lol), part Afrikaans singing family in their local school hall.

But wait. There’s more!

Binge Jesus for Free on thechosen[dot]tv/app

How exactly do you “Binge Jesus”? What does that process involve?

Yes, in the video, it does seem like he’s a nice bloke.
Yes, in the video, she does seem to have a pretty good voice.

But that doesn’t mean that you have to get tangled up with what almost exactly half of Americans think saved Donald Trump from that bullet in Pennsylvania.

Let’s cut to the chase: I won’t be down in Struisbaai this weekend, and so I won’t be seeing Lighthouse in concert at the Suiderlig Dienssentrum. I will miss Pastor Walters Joubert from Bredasdorp.

Their appeal to:

Kom geniet die Aand saam met ons!

has fallen upon stony ground.

They should at least understand that metaphorical reference.

Meanwhile, in a cruel twist of fate, look who has pulled into my inbox again this afternoon:

This time, he’s singing about the threat that the Afrikaans people and language are [allegedly] facing, and trying to inspire (and here I quote):

…a new generation of Afrikaners who would like to remember the past, preserve it and build on what was good.

Ah yes. The good old days in South Africa.

Bit awkward. Especially since the title of the song is in Dutch (although there is a lengthy backstory, which I read, so you don’t have to) (see? I am a nice guy, really).

Oh man. Nationalist politics or Organised religion?

My two most very favourite things which are doing so much the make the world a better place right now.

Shall we just not?

I made Plov

As part of my Cuisine of Landlocked Countries series – in fact, to actually start it* – I headed (metaphorically, at least) for the doubly landlocked Uzbekistan. And I made Plov.

 Plov is so important to Uzbek cuisine and culture that it is featured as Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO. Nationwide competitions are held to see who can make the best plov.  It is of great social and cultural significance to the local population and as a consequence, served at all big events and ceremonies. 

Plov – pronounced “Plov” – is a popular Uzbek dish, and is really easy to make. Lamb, rice, carrots and onions make up the bulk of the dish, with a few spices and the surprising addition of barberries.

I used this recipe, but because I’d never heard of barberries (because honestly, who has?), I substituted some dried cranberries and some sumac as an alternative. It worked really well. Flavourful, almost sweet, rice, and some good hearty chunks of lamb in the mix.

I’m not claiming to be a huge expert on central Asian cuisine, nor an amazing cook, but my Plov was quite literally the best Plov that I have ever tasted.

Give it a go.

On looking at cellphones…

This morning, I saw someone on Facebook lamenting the amount of time people spend looking at their cellphones. Of course, if I had spent a bit less time on my cellphone, I wouldn’t have seen it. If they’d spent a bit less time on their cellphone, it wouldn’t have been there to see in the first place.

The irony was not lost on me.

Of course, like anything, our phones can have their downsides. And there are certainly people who are – to varying degrees – addicted to their device. And because it is always there, it is always so easy just to take a quick look, and then to begin that lifeless doomscrolling. For however long.

And yes, while you are doing that, you are missing out on everything else around you.

It’s an important thing to remember even as a photographer: one of the arguments about making memories by taking photos is that you are not living in the moment and experiencing the actual event that you are trying to preserve.

But hang on, let’s not get our knickers in a knot.

I saw this story:

It should be pointed out that Stephen Store was actually giving the lecture in question. And he wasn’t happy when he looked up from his notes and saw people on their phones:

“I saw at least dozens of you who spent the entire lecture looking at your phones. You’ve come here. You hear a talk and you can’t even pay attention to whom you’ve come to listen to. How can you pay attention to the food you eat or feel the sunlight on your skin?”  

After a moment of silence, the audience erupted into applause. After this, Shore concluded, “I think this is a good place to stop,” stood up, and left the stage.

But… but…

According to SHINE, a witness claimed that there had been a misunderstanding. A person who reportedly attended the lecture said that many people were indeed looking at their phones, but some of them were actually listening and taking notes.
“We’ve already conveyed this to Shore through staff members,” the person said. Another attendee added that they showed Shore their photos and videos of the notes everyone was taking, “and he said he felt much better about it.”

So perhaps this is just another example of society (and by “society”, I mean “older people”) needing to catch up a bit as technology outpaces the rules and etiquette we set around our daily lives. Because taking notes electronically is not an unusual thing to do, whereas when I (or Stephen, three decades before me) was studying, it was – quite literally – unheard of.

While there may be plenty of negatives about cellphone use, we shouldn’t overlook that there are many positives as well. And as part of the… ahem… “older generation”, perhaps we shouldn’t be quick so quick to judge. Because:

It would appear that, once again, reports heralding the death of civilisation at the execrable hands of technology might have been greatly exaggerated.

Remember this image?

Kids looking at their phones instead of the magnificence of Rembrandt’s ‘The Night Watch’ in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam. Pfft. Tsk tsk.

Clearly, to lots of folk, the photograph epitomised everything that is wrong with young people these days and their ‘addiction’ to technology. These children were being distracted by their technology to such an extent that they weren’t paying any attention to the beauty surrounding them in the real world.

Yep. Absolutely. Pfft. Tsk tsk again.

Well, until you hear the whole story, of course:

Only they weren’t. It turns out that the Rijksmuseum has an app that, among other things, contains guided tours and further information about the works on display. As part of their visit to the museum, the children, who minutes earlier had admired the art and listened attentively to explanations by expert adults, had been instructed to complete an assignment by their school teachers, using, among other things, the museum’s excellent smartphone app.

Because there is more to cellphones and technology than distraction from what we should be experiencing. Yes, “kids these days” all have cellphones and we have to deal with the parental challenges which come with them, but I bet that there’s a whole lot more information – and in a much more age-appropriate, user-friendly, engaging format – about that painting, on their devices.

My barber was telling me yesterday that she was going shopping after work so that her daughter could try out another recipe that she had found on social media. Because of what she has learned from the oft lamented (and quite reasonably so) TikTok, she’s honing her cooking skills and now has aspirations of becoming a chef. She has found her passion through her smartphone. Who knows where that might lead?

For balance: a quick note that we saw plenty of people “creating” utterly vacuous “content” for that same platform while at the Waterfront yesterday. So yeah, very much two sides to this whole thing. If civilisation – as seems ever more likely – comes crashing down around us, I’m not sure that the ability to accurately recreate a 12 second dance routine will stand society in great stead.

There’s no argument to me that this is clearly an generational thing. They’ve been around for 30 years now, but cellphones are still “new” to our generation, simply because we didn’t grow up with them. Our kids have never experienced anything else.

It is a failing of human nature to detest anything that young people do just because older people are not used to it or have trouble learning it. So I am wary of the “young people suck” school of social criticism.

Steven Pinker

So sure, let’s set boundaries and let’s communicate the rules we set for using cellphones in classrooms and lecture theatres, but also, let’s not be quite so quick to judge just because there’s a smartphone being used by a young individual (or anyone else).

Back to José Picardo at the Rijksmuseum:

I wonder whether the photo would have caused so much indignation and disapproval if it had depicted students ‘ignoring’ the masterpiece while reading a paper leaflet or museum brochure instead. 

So, I wonder, what is more likely to bring about the death of civilisation, children using smartphones to learn about art or the willful ignorance of adults who are too quick to make assumptions?

Try hard not to be that adult. No matter how much it feels like you need to make a point about how your generation was so much better than theirs is.

Rubber bale

We’ve seen a few of these rubber bales along the coast here over the last 10 years, but never really knew what they were or where they came from. And then I did some research.

I walked past this one again today…

…and I was reminded that I was going to do a blog post about it at some point.

Seems like now might be that point.

These are likely to be part of the cargo of the SS Helmspey, which was sunk by a German U-boat off Cape St Francis in February 1943. Apparently, the rubber bales were part of its cargo being taken from Asia (specifically Ceylon – now Sri Lanka) back to Great Britain to assist in the war effort.

The Agulhas current would have done a lot of the hard work of moving the bales from the site of the attack down towards Agulhas, and the huge storm of September last year would have shifted a lot more stuff ashore. The one above is now a good 15m up from the high tide mark after the storm surge from that storm.

From Facebook:

It’s amazing how you can find some beautifully kept artefacts along our shores….

We also found some more of these incredibly old rubber bales in large clumps! These were in the cargo hold of the “Helmsley”, a British freighter, which was steaming from Colombo to the UK. It was torpedoed by the German Submarine U-516 on the 11th February 1943 off the coast of Cape St Francis. The wreck was possibly disturbed in the violent storms that we had on the weekend of the 23rd September 2023.

Apparently onboard there was:
– 2772 tons of tea,
– 2000 tons of manganese ore
– 1457 tons of rubber, and
– 464 tons of general cargo

And that does fit with this description. And also with this eyewitness account of a sailor onboard the vessel when it was hit:

On leaving East London South Africa, after taking on oil bunkers she was found too slow for coastal convoys and was independently routed to Cape town for inclusion in a slower U.K. bound convoy.

At the time of the sinking I was asleep in my cabin on the starboard side just abaft of the no. 2 cargo hold when the first torpedo struck on the port side of that hold. It is hard to believe now but I slept through that explosion and it was necessary for an able seaman running to his boat station to shake me awake through an open porthole, youth is a marvelous thing!

And – apparently – it could all have been so different:

In retrospect it is my considered opinion that this vessel should not have been lost. Being as we were so close to the coast I feel sure that if we had kept way on the ship and turned to starboard we would have avoided the second torpedo and run aground. Of course it’s so easy to surmise these things afterwards but a totally different situation at the time.

Either way, I know of three of these bales around Suiderstrand, and it’s quite cool to be able to put the pieces of a jigsaw together and link it in to some real, living history.

Hooligans

English football at it again, I suppose?

Not like those nice Serbians. Or the lovely Croatians. The darling Greeks.
And I won’t hear a word said against those absolute sweeties from Italy.

But yeah. Always an English problem.

And always a football problem. You never see any trouble at a rugby match.
Well, unless it’s an SA schools match. Or an SA provincial rugby match. Etc etc.

But yeah. Only the English football. Or the South African rugby. Or the Irish ploughing.

Wait… what?

Not more ploughing news?

Yep:

It’s another brilliant article from the Irish local press.

The Electric Picnic turns out to be an annual music festival in County Laois in Ireland. It’s actually pretty big. And the Ploughing? Well, that’s the Irish National Ploughing Championships as mentioned (extensively) in this post here.

“More assaults and trouble come from the Ploughing match than the Electric Picnic,” Judge Cody said as he inspected an occasional licence application by The Wrens Nest. 

Judge Cody asked Garda Sergeant JJ Kirby if he was right to suggest there was more assaults and trouble from the National Ploughing Championships. 

“The statistics would back that up,” agreed Sgt Kirby. 

That exchange is so much better when you do it with Irish accents.

I love the fact that Ploughing is the third most important subsection of the local news site.

Just ahead of “National News” there.

And it really is great stuff. Everything you’d expect from a local Irish news site.

The big news, including the National Brown Bread Baking competition results:

The photos of all the lovely girls*, and the suspense! over next year’s venue.

As for the prospect of trouble at the National Ploughing Championships, Judge Cody decided that the best way forward was to grant all of the alcohol licences which for which applications had been made.

Hey, it is Ireland, after all.