OK (KE)

Great news for Greek communists everywhere. You no longer have to make that onerous decision as to which of the Greek communists you’re going to support.

Yes:

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The KKE (Marxist-Leninist) Party and the Marxist-Leninist KKE Party have decided to join forces once again in the Greek elections with the joint aim of “overturning the barbaric Memoranda, and the fetters of imperial dependence and capitalist domination”.[link]

“It’s really impressive how two parties that span the ideological divide can come together like this,” stated one commentator.

Tibetan Mastiff

I’m always careful not to dive in to political debates that I don’t know enough about – especially those overseas. However, sometimes, some propaganda comes along which is so good you just know that it represents the truth and suddenly you know which side you have to take.

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I’m don’t know if they’ll take down the wall now, or even if doing that would reinstate the origin, country or history of the canine in question, but one thing is for sure – you don’t mess with a black dog with green laser feet.

FREE TIBET!

Weekend Bits & Pieces

I’ve got a hugely busy weekend coming up: repairing stuff, watching football, walking the beagle… and stuff. So here are some things I found earlier:

Designer looks at Yvette Cooper campaign poster, offers advice:

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What? Even if it’s true?

The Teletubbies sing Die Antwoord’s I Fink U Freeky 
They’re weird, quite scary and more than a little creepy and off-putting. And then there’s this video of one of their songs being performed by the Teletubbies.
This isn’t the first time the four-piece from CBBC have taken on a musical cover here they are doing Joy Division’s Atmosphere.
Yes. I know. It is a bit, isn’t it?

The Allium continues to amuse:

Post-Doc Honestly Thinks He Is Getting Out Of The Lab Early This Evening - The Allium - Google Chrome 2015-08-14 041023 PM.bmp

Just substitute an on-call shift at the John Radcliffe:

“I have planned all my experiments today and I know every detail of what I am doing. The world is a fair and kind and just place and nice people like me will always have nice things happening to them, so I am definitely 100% certain that I am getting out of the lab early this evening. There is no way I am going to be here all night. Nothing could possibly go wrong.”

It’s so very funny because it’s so very true.

a-ha to release album soon after releasing album

Yes. Well, sort of. It’s a 4 (four!) CD re-issue of my second-favourite ever album Hunting High and Low and it’s coming out just a couple of weeks after the new (and allegedly final) offering Cast In Steel. (Not Long Now!!!)
The extras on the newly remastered HHAL look excellent:

…disc two contains 25 demos recorded between 1982-84. These consist of 18 demos of eventually-released songs, including the original demo of Take On Me under its original title Lesson One. The other seven demos are of unreleased songs including Nothing To It, The Love Goodbye and Go To Sleep.

and Warner Bros can expect my pre-order this weekend.

Whatever you’re doing this weekend, have a good weekend.

The Lusikisiki Speedbump Conundrum

A couple of weeks ago, I had the pleasure of driving through some of the Eastern Cape: specifically the region formerly known as the Transkei. It was an eye opener of note – the roads crowded with children, goats, dogs, donkeys and potholes. Most of the journey was through the unique rural landscape, but we also travelled through the towns of Bizana, Flagstaff and Lusiksiki. The former two were busy, bustling and dirty; the latter – a hilltop settlement developed from a military camp established in 1894 – was more notable for its huge number of apparently unnecessary road calming measures.

No driver particularly likes speedbumps, but I think that the majority of us can understand the need for them in certain places: near schools, pedestrian areas etc. What I didn’t quite understand was the need for 79 (seventy-nine) of them (and 31 rumble strips) on the R61, in and around Lusikisiki. The majority (though not all, as keen mathematicians will note) of the speedbumps were arranged in groups of 6, perhaps 50 cm apart. Having watched minibus taxis repeatedly slowing to a near standstill to traverse these devilish sets, I can attest to the fact that they are a particularly effective way of slowing vehicular traffic down.

But, as I mentioned, slowing it down for no apparent reason whatsoever. Even when you leave the town and are heading back out onto the roads snaking south towards Port St Johns – the speed limit back up to 80kph, there’s yet another lot – in the middle of nowhere. It was almost as if they’d been put there for the sake of putting them there – or because someone needed to be paid for something tangible. Look, I’m not suggesting that the local municipality is in any way corrupt, but it’s kind of tough to work out what other reason there could be for so much utterly pointless work being done when the whole area is so severely impoverished.

Hmm.

I was reminded of this anecdote:

Some years ago the mayor of a small rural town in the Eastern Cape visited his friend, the mayor of a similar town in Zimbabwe.
When he saw the palatial mansion belonging to the Zimbabwean mayor, he wondered aloud how on earth he could afford such a house.
The Zimbabwean replied: “You see that bridge over there? The government gave us a grant to construct a two-lane bridge, but by building a single lane bridge with traffic lights at either end, I could build this place.”
The following year the Zimbabwean mayor visited the Eastern Cape town. He was simply amazed at the Eastern Cape mayor’s house: gold taps, marble floors, diamond doorknobs; it was marvellous.
When he asked how he’d raised the money to build this incredible house, the Eastern Cape mayor said: “You see that bridge over there?”
The Zimbabwean replied: “No.”

Indeed. There’s no new bridge in Lusikisiki, but there are speedbumps for Africa… and beyond.

SA in The Guardian

Some reading for you.

Three stories about South Africa have recently made it into The Guardian and then from there, into my sphere of knowledge. None of it is particularly good news, as we are wont to expect from the British press, but equally, none of them are the non-stories we saw before the World Cup, (c.f.  this and this) which we didn’t bribe anyone $10,000,000 to stage.

First up, the “Cape Town’s Death Industry” story, detailing how much of the black population living here in the Mother City doesn’t want to be here once it has died (the population, not the city), and the lucrative business in arranging funerals back in the Eastern Cape for those living – or rather, previously living – here in Cape Town.

“These days, of course, it’s not just miners who live far from home. Families are spread out across the country, but amid this spatial dispersion, the fear of dying far from their point of origin has remained. It is now the reason for a growing industry that transports the dead across South Africa.”

As some of you may know, I was in the Eastern Cape recently, and I can understand why many people are desperate to return there once they have died. Ironically, my coming from Cape Town, I almost died a several times on the local roads, and had that have been the case, I would have wanted whatever was left brought back this way.
Anyway, jokes aside, the piece is a simplistic, but interesting view on the cultural complexity of the death industry (or, as many of us would call it “the funeral business”) in Cape Town.

Then, the dust and radioactive nastiness of Joburg’s mine dumps – a tale of tailings, if you will. Oliver Balch details the health problems associated with the leftovers of Gauteng’s gold rush, the people monitoring it:

A handful of randomised spot-checks reveal the extent of the pollution problem. For example, in a narrow run-off canal immediately opposite Soccer City, site of the 2010 Fifa World Cup final, van Wyk picks out the colours along the bank: red for iron, white for sulphur, green for copper, yellow for uranium, and so on.

And the complete lack of government action on actually doing anything about the situation:

Five years ago, the government identified 36 “priority areas” affected by radioactive acid mine drainage for remediation. Today, not a single one of these sites has a feasible implementation strategy in place.

And then, in a somewhat tenuous link to government stagnation, the Uber issue. The Uber issue is playing itself out all over the world with protests in London, really nasty protests in France and then this, in Joburg:

Internet taxi firm Uber said on Monday it was providing security for its drivers in South Africa after verbal threats from other taxi operators in the latest outbreak of friction to hit the fast-growing company. A couple in the city told the Eyewitness News website that they had seen metered taxi drivers harass an Uber driver, grab his keys and threaten him with a gun.

Yeah, taxi drivers are definitely top three when it comes to SA groups you don’t want to irritate. Also somewhere around the top end of that demographic is Helen Zille. And she has hit back at these claims by Uber:

Despite over a year of progressive discussions with regulators, there is still no clear route to obtaining vehicle operating permits for Uber driver partners. A process that should take no longer than a few weeks has been dragging on for over 6 months and still no operating permits have been issued to Uber driver partners. Yet, it appears that operating licenses have been issued to large metered taxi fleet operators, favouring these incumbent operators.

…in her recent newsletter, which admits that there have been delays – because government isn’t “nimble” – but takes the time to explain why those delays have happened – simply that the rules don’t exist for operators like Uber:

This situation creates a crisis for government. Officials must act within the law. But the law doesn’t envisage or cater for e-hailing services. The result is government paralysis.

Now, the angry, Facebook-wielding, online petition-signing, middle-class mob is a bit mixed up. The last time they got this worked up over something, it was probably about Nkandla and the widespread outrage was probably organised by Helen’s DA. Now they have to choose – beloved Uber or beloved Helen.

No wonder there is sudden silence.