appetite

it's ayoba time

on 11 june 2010 the nation erupted. teeming with the noises of vuvu's and people chanting shoh-sholoza, was the city of cape town. everywhere there were people filling the spaces you left behind and leaving little leeway for you to make your path or retrace your steps. everybody was moving, bustling through, making their mark on the world cup.
then, the nation went quiet to watch with great interest, the opening match where bafana-bafana played mexico at soccer city, kick off at 14h00. well, it was quite until tshabalala united the nation with his beautiful dance that directed the ball into the top right hand corner of the goals. an explosion of vuvuzela chanting, shouting in unison, and general chaos ensured the nation would stay awake 'til the wee hours of the morning.

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your boldness stands alone among the wreck |
mumford and sons

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it's where the thief will take your heart. | h.m.

the same

the same remains, it'll change eventually, but now it remains and unless something is done it'll remain this way. the question is, as much as everyone wants 'change'... do they? is it a progress thing or a boredom thing?
i want change, i know i do, but i know that the change that i want is slight, less of a burden on my soul.

thanks, gran

my grandmother sent this to me. enjoy.

The Famous Pig Song
(Clarke Van Ness, music by F. Henri Klickmann)

'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober,
I was carting home a load with manly pride,
When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter,
Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say:
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.

    Walked away, walked away,
    He was really too particular to stay.
    "You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
    Then the pig got up and slowly walked away.

Then I heard a gentle mooing, it was like a pigeon cooing,
As a home returning cow stopped in her stride,
And her eyes were big and gentle; her expression sentimental,
As she curtsied low and sat down by my side.
Then I saw her eyelids flutter and a tear fell in the gutter,
As the owner of the cow did loudly say:
"Leave that brute this moment, Sonja, or your milk will curdle on ya,"
Then the cow got up and slowly walked away.

    Walked away, walked away,
    She was really too particular to stay.
    "Leave that brute this moment, Sonja, or your milk will curdle on ya,"
    Then the cow got up and slowly walked away.

Then the moon began to shine in that old gutter I reclined in,
Thinking of the weakness of the human race,
When a dog sat down beside me, and I thought he came to chide me,
Till he gently licked the stubble on my face.
In the gutter, still reclining, I began "Sweet Adeline-ing,"
While the dog raised up his head to loudly bay;
Then his mistress said, "Come, Fido, that disgusting man may bite you,"
Then the dog got up and slowly walked away.

    Walked away, walked away,
    He was really too particular to stay.
    Then his mistress said, "Come, Fido, that disgusting man may bite you,"
    Then the dog got up and slowly walked away.

Down the street there came a clatter, and a gentle pitter-patter,
As a pair of goats along the gutter ran;
And it seemed that Billy knew me, for he quickly drew up to me,
While his wife munched on an empty sardine can.
Then again my pulse did flutter, and my heart was soft as butter;
Till the Nanny goat, unto her mate, did say:
"William dear, your social status don't include men such as that is,"
Then the goat got up and slowly walked away.

    Walked away, walked away,
    He was really too particular to stay.
    "William dear, your social status don't include men such as that is,"
    Then the goat got up and slowly walked away.

Then I started in to mutter and I rose up from the gutter,
Then I sadly went about my lonely way;
I was weary, sick and busted; I was really quite disgusted,
And I vowed to sign the pledge that very day.
For each humble, lowly creature, a great lesson he can teach ya,
Like the one learned while I in the gutter lay;
In the tavern, do not tarry, when you've got all you can carry,
But take up your load and slowly walk away.

    Walk away, walk away,
    For the "Horrors" is an awful price to pay,
    In the tavern, do not tarry, when you've got all you can carry,
    But take up your load and slowly walk away.

CODA
Now lately I've been thinking that I will quit my drinking.
I'm going to leave off whiskey, beer and grog,
For there's no consolation, but only aggravation,
You can't even find friendship with a hog.

(Alternate last stanza)
I began to scratch the gravel, on my all fours I did travel,
I rambled down the road the best I could.
When I awoke next morning, just as the day was dawning,
I was in a hog pen away out in the woods.
Then the hogs began to grumble, I started and I stumbled,
I fell right in their midst and there I lay.
Then one by one they started, till all the herd departed,
Yes, every hog got up and walked away.

    Walked away, etc.

16 shades of grey

i wish i had more to say. but the last few days seem like a blur. not a bad one but the good kind that stops you from thinking in circles. a really decent kind of busy.
i made it my project to throw out old things. put the past behind me and my room is looking bare, yet lovely and simple. i've torn all the pictures off the wall and put only what is lovely and necessary up - i'm starting a new canvas and i'm completely happy about that.

last night i went to &union with katie. i havent spent time with her in too long. and it was so normal and so right. we're friends for a reason you know...
after that (and a few beers) we went to the ava for my old art teacher & co's exhibition launch. that was lovely. i met quite a few artists. a nice change of scenery.
tomorrow i'm going to develop photos in the dark room at michaelis (how arty do i sound...)