Other places…

I’ve been here and there around the internet this last few days, so I thought I’d share what I’d found with you, hunter-gatherer style.

Firstly – one of my favourite bloggers. Yes, it’s Brian Micklethwait and his ongoing battle with technology – or just recording devices in this case:

Maybe I can get Cobden Centre supremo Andy Duncan to tell me how to use my recording gadgets without getting totally confused.  At present the only one I am any good at using is the hateful Sony confusaphone, hateful because it obliges you to go half way around the techno-world turning Sony files into a human (.mp3) files.  I bought another machine which doesn’t have this problem, but it has another problem.  It’s totally effing incomprehensible.

My new Sony Confusaphone (also known as the glorious new Xperia X10i) is also mentally taxing, but in a good way. Android certainly seems like a lot of fun, although I haven’t found much hugely useful to do with it yet.

Then onto Gina Loubser’s opinion on the whole @pigspotter issue which has divided a little tiny piece of South Africa not really down the middle. I’m with Gina on this one – namely that his tweeting the location of roadblocks and mobile speed traps is just wrong.

He may be a hero in the minds of many and he may have thousands of people following him, but he is still a prime example of someone acting on impulse in a public forum without any concept of the consequences of his actions on his own life and the lives of others.

It’s interesting to note that internet polls have come down firmly (like 90:10 firmly) on the side of @pigspotter.
I don’t understand why he warrants this sort of near fanatical support. Is it something to do with getting one over on authority? Does this make people feel good?
Cliff gives his reasons for his actions thus:

to stop corrupt police soliciting bribes from citizens, and victimising the public.

Yes, there are some corrupt cops in Jo’burg and that’s not good, but how does Cliff’s real-time revalations of their whereabouts assist to weed them out? Am I missing something here?

It’s bizarre and rather unpleasant watching as the brainwashed masses instantly and mindlessly lay into anyone who voices a dissenting opinion to the majority.
The thoroughly repulsive Clive Simpkins is one of the masses.
After I replied to a comment he left on Gina’s post, he refused to discuss the matter further:

Dear 6000, if you don’t have the cahunas to put your name to what you write, you’re classed as an Internet troll. I don’t waste time on them.

This while he is wasting his time on supporting a bloke who is called… er… “@pigspotter”.

There is a school of thought that says that Clive was just caught out by actually being asked to explain his actions and couldn’t, but it’s obviously far more likely that I am “an Internet troll” than that he is a hypocritical tosser.

Over to my mate Albert:

Great spirits have always faced violent opposition from mediocre minds.

Right. Thanks for that.

Finally, something a bit lighter. I think, anyway. Peace Island.
We’ve all heard of Robben Island and Dassen Island and Seal Island and Marion Island and Easter Island and the Galapagos Islands and the Falkland Islands.

But Peace Island? Paarden?

Well, this is apparently Cape Town’s answer to the Palm and World Artificial islands built in Dubai.
Yes, really.

The developers envision and economically and ecologically sustainable development in which upscale housing, trade and tourism opportunities fund and enable low cost housing and contribute to the developmental objectives of the South African Government.

How?
Well, “for every 1,000m² plot sold at R10 million, R1 million will go towards social housing”.
With the initial 25% of the land being sold for R2 billion, that would mean 40,000 units at R50,000 each. With an average of 5 people per unit, that’s housing for 200,000 people.
“The Government would decide where to built the houses.”
As long as it’s not on your island, presumably.

Apparently, the project would require 165 million m³ of sand and 4.2 million tonnes of rock. To put that in perspective – my kids’ sandpit is nowhere near that big and has no rocks in it at all.

Is it for real? I don’t know.
Will it ever take off? I don’t know.

But if it really is a pie-in-the-sky late April fool, someone has gone to a lot of work to put it together, albeit that the spelling and website are a little shabby.

No names though, so Clive probably wouldn’t give it the time of day.

UPDATE: Incoming!

That creepy bald dude is using his superior “communication skills” to trash talk you on his stream. Please tell him it’s spelt CAJONES.

Gasp – so he is!

This would be HUGELY amusing if I was indeed furious or if vasectomy involved anything to do with the testes, which it doesn’t (that would be a orchiectomy). So it’s actually not that amusing.

Oh – and the spelling thing is addressed here:

For some people, apparently, a Hawaiian word for “priest” has ended up as an English euphemism for “testicles”.

Not great use of language from Mr Communication. Yet another reason not to hire him.

Sweaty palms?

Not much from me here today, except this video which I was reminded of by my 2 year old daughter, who – on the way to school on Friday – informed me that she liked cranes, but she didn’t like swords.

So there you have it.

I still get shivers and sweaty palms when I see this. The lack of explanation as to who these blokes are and why they are doing this.
Google – my usual aide in such matters is surprisingly unhelpful as well.

A bit cut up

Oh my sack.
What a morning.

To cut a long story short, I woke up early and, once the kids were ready for school, got on with the operation of getting them there, chop chop. The last thing I wanted was for them to be late – that would have been a balls up.
Despite the promise that spring was here, I distinctly remember thinking, “S’nippy!” as I dropped Alex off at school. (There’s a vas deferens between morning temperatures in summer and winter in Cape Town.)

From there I went to the hospital.
And now I’m recovering at home.

The Percy Bartley House Post

Incoming from Amy:

As you may know, I work at Ogilvy and over the past 6 months have been trying to get this amazing project approved and moving and finally its happening and I need your help. When we moved into Woodstock a few years ago we wanted to help uplift the area and therefore adopted Percy Bartley House as our un-official charity. PBH is an NGO operating out of an old home in the area which looks after troubled teen boys – those involved in petty crime or living on the streets – and aims to not only provide a home for the boys but to give them a second chance; whether that’s enrolling them in school or skills training, or teaching them life skills.

PBH is run-down and has lost its sense of life and colour. We’ve therefore collaborated with Write-on-Africa – a not for profit initiative also based in Woodstock, that mobilizes creativity in Africa for inspiration, social change and urban rejuvenation. We’re giving the home a new coat of paint, we’re planting a sustainable garden and we’re providing them with donations of linen, towels and furniture from our clients. However, most importantly, we’ve brought on a crew of well-known graffiti artists and illustrators (Faith47, black koki, mac1) to breathe new life into the home, making it a work of art which inspires the youth, while also getting them involved in the process and teaching them responsibility.

This after I saw this video yesterday featuring some of the kids they are helping and Farlane Nsinale – the Director and “Mom” of the house. It’s a great advert for the work they are doing there and the opportunities PBH is providing street kids who would otherwise be in a lot of trouble. It’s also evident that, like Farlane, Amy is extremely passionate about making a difference and it’s for these reasons that I am more than happy to help her – and them – out.
Back to Amy’s email:

I have initiated a fundraiser – selling tickets to a movie – Long Street – set in Cape Town, directed by well-known SA director, Revel Fox and starring his daughter – Sannie Fox – you may know her as lead singer from Machineri. I booked out a cinema at the Labia on Orange for opening night on Thurs Sept 23rd at 20h00 – 20h30.
See the facebook event link here.
Anyone who wants tickets (R50 each) just needs to email me here – I have 60 tickets left to sell.

That would be your safest option, but if you’re feeling lucky, we have 2 pairs of tickets for the opening night of Long Street to give away. To stand a chance of winning a pair of tickets, firstly make sure you are able to make it along (i.e. you will be in Cape Town and not doing anything else that evening) and then simply tweet this: “#PercyBartleyHouse http://u3.co.za/id”.

The winners will be drawn at random from entries at 21:00 on Monday evening, giving you enough time to plan your week accordingly. Judges decision is final etc etc.

I’m not expecting this to be quite as big as the #AfrihostRelaunch thing.
But I think that’s for the best, don’t you?

And well done to Amy and all those involved in making a difference at PBH.