Dokta_Kaz: The_Thugchitect

Friends with Holden Caulfield

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 04:35:09 -0400

The five reasons we could be friends:

1. The irreverence of his mind would be enough to keep mine interested.

2. He is a maniac.

3. I get him.

4. He needs a friend, probably one who will not be a “phony bastard”, I don’t think I am a phony bastard!

5. So I could really find out why he would rather catch falling kids.

Curtains

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 09:56:00 -0400

I have to admit that it is a rather nerve racking (i am not sure this is how it goes) experience, this becoming a writer business. I am , of course a self appointed poser, he who writes but does not assume to be a writer.

But to pose perhaps means to impersonate. So the writing gods instructed that curtains be discussed for five minutes, without stop, or thought. Why curtains? Because they happen to be the forth most boring thing on my list.

Maybe curtains are a philosophical reference to things that one hides about ones identity, ones curiosity ones fantasies. This all sounds like very much things Emmanuel the German would say, if he were not un-alive.

I stayed in a house with no curtains once, not a house, a loft!! Pretty impressive!! hell yes that was impressive. What really fascinated me , and my loft mate Mr. Loft senior, is the way the commoners ogled out of the windows, into the city skyline and concluded ” what an awesome place you have”. Could it be that when one removes the veil and reveals what is inside that one can truly learn the beauty that is out “there”. It could also be the fact that you simply could not afford the drapery and stumbled onto compliments that you neither solicited nor prepared for. Curtains!

I like. Suede Brogues by J-Shoes (R1800)

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 11:37:18 -0400

I like. Suede Brogues by J-Shoes (R1800)

Observation 002 : Fear

Wed, 20 Mar 2013 10:31:42 -0400

“A life lived with fear is a life half lived”. Some sage said (three S’es is something important in the language of the Queen you know) this. It should probably resonate with us, with me. Just imagine, every time you are scared, or cower from venturing into the unknown, you cut half of what the universe wants you to experience. Cosmic murderers we are !

Observation 001 : The lies about Culture and Identity

Mon, 04 Mar 2013 06:08:51 -0500

Now this is often a topic that rapidly turns a casual Thursday night conversation into a fork-wielding social science and ethnic war, well, at least in my experience. But let me not talk of war, in this instance. Though war itself might not necessarily be a bad resort. How dare I? That’s a discussion for another day, perhaps a quiet Tuesday, or Easter Friday.

What I will claim here is as much science as it is fact that a unicorn will likely win the Durban July this year. What my claim and this fairytale, however, have in common is their inherent dispproveability (made that one up). Why can you not disprove it? So there is a fallacy that there is such a thing as “culture”, or even “identity”. These two words are associated with a certain independence, a grouping and distinctions between the one and the other. Marsians, Tadpoles, Tenderprenuers or Sailors are supposed to have “different” identities and cultures.

Rubbish! The only unique thing about humans is the degree to which they are similar. Let me attempt to unpack this. The word Culture is derived from the antiquated Latin word “Cultura”. This word literally means that which is in continual growth and improvement. Now I am not Cicero but I find it amusing that humans want to put statutes of limitations on what qualifies one to become this or that, culturally. Equally the word Identity is also a creation of the Latin lads, specifically from the word Idem. Now this word looks you all in the face and laughs at the ridiculousness of trying ‘to be different’. It means, quite simply, Same.

The point is we spend exhaustive periods of time trying to argue uniqueness and how this race, ethnicity or planetary species is different/superior/inferior to the other. This has created the world in which Syrian civilians are getting exterminated while ‘the World powers’ choose sides, playing off the one side against the other. It has created a South Africa that rapes and abuses its woman and children because some men feel entitled to supremacy over the weaker species.

Individual and collective identities are sought out on social networks were males are praised for brash and abusive language. And females can only rise to the top of the totem by bearing their bosoms as if to feed an infant.

In a country like South Africa, where the very foundations of this nation are dripping with blood of warring colonialists and natives, is it not worth stopping and charting a new path. 300 odd years of racial, ethnic and social divide are precipitants of seeing people as the “others”.

My reality is that YOU ARE NOT DIFFERENT TO ANYONE. WE ARE ALL VARIATIONS OF THE SAME THING. I offer this loud claim not as a solution but as a challenge. Maybe we can only fully grasp and attain the concept of CULTURA and IDEM when our perspective moves from differentiation by the petty variations in skin hues, languages, scents and biological appendages. Maybe to grow, means to merge into oneness, a sameness not of submission but upward trajectory and immeasurable synthesis.

The sheek and clean 152 Series from Uniform Wares is just...

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 09:45:37 -0400

The sheek and clean 152 Series from Uniform Wares is just classy.

£220. Available at uniformwares.com

Of Fabrics and French Autumns

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 09:57:07 -0400

Of Fabrics and French Autumns

Confusion X: Pretension, Double ply & the Lucidity of Incoherent Ramblings

Sat, 28 Apr 2012 09:30:48 -0400

I sit surrounded by the sweet (maybe not sweet) aroma of digested nutrients now making their way back to the realm of the oxygenated round (once) green ball , let’s call her planet Louvre!!

The deception or descriptive nature of the Direct Message has come to the fore, obviously. Its ‘just social media’ they proclaim, poppy-cock!! The justness refers to the oft jestful exchange that trends the ever changing news reels of the blue bird app that has its home in a valley filled with silicon.

To some, this bird is not ‘just’ , it is the foundation on which their virtual dynasties have been established, and have flourished, whatever the hell that might mean. The justness (and ofcourse the use of this word is wrong, its just the blogoshere anyways, right) ends when the king and queen of a particular dynasty remembers the permanence of the ink scribbles on this bird, yeah simpleton bird is twitter!!

Ah back to the aroma. There’s something curious about laying two sheets of buttocks paper, one on top of the other, labeling it luxury, and selling it at three times the price of its ugly step sisters! That’s exactly it though, pretension find Loci in the minds of they that, in their bigotry, accept replication of insanity,crassness, and the mandate as luxury,avant-garde and ‘vintage’ all in the ridiculous pursuit for distinction. In this pursuit for being different, you fail to see how similar you are starting to look, talk and tweet like. Here’s the thing, no one is different……yeah, we are all just a variation of the very same thing. I will not care to explain, this is not a book.

Format, and subsequently conformity has created a generation whose soul purpose of finding individualistic relevance is quafed by the exponentially rapid growth of pop-culture cloning. Its not bizarre, or deep, or strange…… Not at all its really all very predictable… Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity!! In ones quest to discredit the authenticity of these ramblings one did not even realise that the word ‘quaf’, probably is not spelt the way I wrote it at the top of this paragraph….. Doubt??? It is that very doubt that validates the ridiculous urge to find meaning in things that , really, may have been the result of a constipated pseudo-designer from a village with so many clicks, that…..um can’t find a rhyme for that.

Oh, what’s the point? The point is not every question posed requires a smart-maximus answer, not every 25 year old dress is vintage, not every Direct Message is about the licking of …um let’s say marbles, not every double ply situation is luxury, not every quote is authentic, not every dynasty is real……..So the point is pointless??? That’s too easy!!
Ambient awareness,

"Alice’s Mother: Where is your corset? And no stockings! Alice: I’m against..."

Sun, 27 Nov 2011 05:36:05 -0500

“Alice’s Mother: Where is your corset? And no stockings!
Alice: I’m against them.
Alice’s Mother: But you are not properly dressed.
Alice: Who’s to say what’s proper? What if it were agreed that “proper” meant wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?
Alice’s Mother: Alice.
Alice: To me a corset is like a codfish.”

- 2010 Alice in Wonderland: Tim Burton (Lewis Carrol)

I LOVE U SO MUCH... WHY IT'S SO HARD TO U FOR UNDERSTAND ME??

Sat, 16 Jul 2011 07:28:37 -0400

coinmacy:

that’s the problem… I don’t understand this “love” thing.

Love is …………………oh whatever

Made in 1989 for the 150th anniversary of Patek Phillippe, The...

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 10:22:15 -0400

Made in 1989 for the 150th anniversary of Patek Phillippe, The Calibre 89 has 1789 components. Price tag : $6 000 000……. Class is priceless though

I’m not big on ink but this is too much to pass

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 09:59:22 -0400

I’m not big on ink but this is too much to pass

Confusion X: Whispers, and the ills of using Soul

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 09:58:22 -0400

"A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping..."

Tue, 12 Jul 2011 07:23:09 -0400

“A man has no religion who has not slowly and painfully gathered one together, adding to it, shaping it; and one’s religion is never complete and final, it seems, but must always be undergoing modification.”

- David Herbert Lawrence

Lead Me Into The Night

Thu, 30 Jun 2011 13:18:58 -0400

Her: Ok, so like I don't know the words to that song! I just rhubarb-and-watermeloned my way through it just so I can talk to you.
Him: Really? Me too.
Her: What? That's so weird, hey. Who would've thought!
Him: Yeah
Her: So what happens now?
Him: I guess we can go sit outside and chat, swap numbers, that kinda thing. What can I get you to drink?
Her: Vodka tonic, double.
Him: Serious?
Her: Ok, make it a beer then.
Him: Cool, anyway, I'm [him].
Her: Nice to meet you. I'm [her].
Him: Cool. My number's [-]
Her: Great! How do you spell your name?
Him: [H-I-M], what's yours?
Her: [-] Aw man! Fuck! My battery just died. Him: Cool, gonna buzz you now.
Her: What? Don't you believe me?
Him: Dude, it says “the number you have dialled is not available”
Her: That's because my battery died, when I saved your number.
Him:Yo, if you're gonna blow me off, just be straight about it. Don't give me some stupid number.
Her: For crying out loud! My battery died, see.
Him: Ow! What you slap me for?!
Her: You idiot! Do you seriously think I'd dance and sing my way through a Black Eyed Peas song just to give you a wrong number?
Him: Yes!
Her: Whatever. You can keep the beer.
Him: Ok, wait. Let's try it this way.
Her: What now?
Him: Can I kiss you already?

- scribbles 26/08/2010

"I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look..."

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 16:34:39 -0400

““I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I’m sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I’m sure that is entirely wrong.””

- — D.H. Lawrence (Women in Love)

Confusion IX:REBELLION, LIBERATION and THE POTENCY OF TRIMMED NAILS

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 15:18:26 -0400

There is, perhaps, value in getting manicures. The kind of stuff that
ensures that the tips of your fingers don’t bleed dry at one’s
merciless
QWERTY typing, finger pointing, thigh caressing,nose picking, shoe
throwing, banner painting, flag burning, child fondling,
victory-song-arm-waving that now characterizes that which we call
society.

Its not so much a case of caring about the meaningless uprise in
Islamic nations as it is about ensuring that you file your nails in an
appropriate manner. Right. Good finger tips are way more valuable than
the pseudo-heroics of successfully overthrowing a three decade-old
dictatorship.

A large aspect of rebellion is not in the ability to cook up
mind-bogling schemes to shatter the status quo. No. This is the
illusion. The marketing gimmick that pretensiouly places revolutions
at near mythical proportions. The mind is at best, rubbish. Do not use
it .

It is by constant use of fingers that real change can come. Look at
Tunisia. It took bastard cops to start a more that 10 country
revolution to end a near half century (and perhaps beyond) of
tyrannical rule. Mohammed Bouzizi was a street trader in a not very
important town in Tunisia. He was getting smart trying to quesrion the
ban on street trading, using his brain. This act of questioning earned
him a spot on the street with an officer flicking his finger to light
the match that would consume his petroleum covered body. The finger
started the revolution, the brain killed Bouzizi.

The Egyptian revolution was a collective result of the BrotherHood’s
finger pointing that led to initial uproar. Egyptian Google engineer
Wael Ghonim’s twittering and Facebooking antics also did little to
help preserves Mubaraks ailing rule of the land of the pointed
triangles. See, no brains used here as well. The sequence was point,
tweet, like, follow, paint slogans on cardboard, click to join and
,eureka, Mubarak disappeared and Egypt is liberated. Whatever that
means for them.

Maybe egypt is a little far, well, it is. On a more gautrain context ,
perhaps the use of technology that doesn’t require (at times) physical
presence has been a rapid social revolution tool in SA.

My very first non-black (which means white, right) crush (or whatever
you kids call it) was a result of a combination of an acronymonious
soup of social networks, bbm, fb, twitter, mxit etc. These letters
enabled me to peacock my more intelligable features without the
inherent disadvantage of character prejudging as a result of my hue.

I would love to bore you with the details of my water polo gala event
attendences and her water bucket-on-head-from-the-river carrying
experience but I’m afraid that is not the point. The reality is closed
circuit, over-cooked schemes for radical revolution is not as potent
as it was for Napoleon, Hitler and Shaka. These archaic tool are just
not cool anymore. The events of the past two month,(January-February
of 2011) alone, show a far more technologically proactive way of
shattering oppressive socio-political regimes. Using your brains is
ok, your fingers however, when trained and manicure, produce a far
more potent brand of awesomeness.

The Girl You Lost to Cocaine

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 10:31:42 -0400

Him: Are you hungry?
Her: No, I had something to eat. So go ahead, I’ll just have a smoke.
Him: Should you be smoking after what happened?
Her: No, but I’ve been doing so anyway. This is funny.
Him: What is?
Her: This whole situation, you know...
Him: No I don’t, tell me.
Her: This whole thing where you are my knight in shining armour, the whole hero thing.
Him: It’s not like you’re in any state to take care of yourself, you know.
Her: No... You’re right. It’s pathetically adorable and what’s worse is you still keep trying. I have one thing for you; you might as well direct your feelings to a brick wall.
Him: OK, I’m gonna fix myself a drink.
Her: Sure, get me one too.
Him: OK
Her: Anyway, why do you keep coming here?
Him: Because I worry about you.
Her: That was rhetorical, by the way. You’re like a doormat.
Him: A what?
Her: A doormat. You’re always there, ready to take the dirt of my shoes and because all you do is just lie there, I think of more and more ways to get dirt on my feet so I can watch you take it all in.
Him: I guess I came at the right ti -
Her: - and what kills me is the fact that you never have anything to say when I tell you stuff like that, so you do this whole silent thing – which I can imagine is you feeling hurt and you don’t have the guts to tell me I’m being insensitive.
Him: You certainly are in a good mood.
Her: Then again I take it that when you’re in love or care for someone you’re ready to take their shit, am I right?
Him: You really need to get out.

- scribbles (filed under "destitute illusions") 06/08/2007

Confusion VIII: Popularity, Zorro, Social Netcracks and a French Woman Printing Money

Thu, 16 Jun 2011 11:17:35 -0400

I am but an outcast to my true-self. The gap between mind and action , reaction and consequence grows further with each Silicon Valley start-up. The promise of world wide web immortality is, after all, far greater than the need to listen to the oft empty vessel those doctors call thoughts, or is it encephalonentophicIntelligious Majoras.

5000 (you have reach your limit), please follow me! To where, I ask. No? The fabric of authenticity is stretch to preposterously ridiculous limits. Then there is the 65 year old tradition of letting currency to be dictated to by they whose claim to fame was erecting a bronze tower and donating a statue to a self agrandising state, or is it States.

Zorro was not made popular by his control of that toy he called a sword, nor was it a result of Anotnio;s accent. Do not argue with me I have 800 odd Facebook friends and a ton of followers on the twitter bird, I am the authority. Where was I, yes, Zorro. The charm is always in the mask. Whats so great about a spider, a bat, a robin and the word super……….. its not in the known that man marvels but in hiding is where wonder happens….

coinmacy: le bouchon taché du vin rouge qu’on a bu lors- que t’sortais avec moi - Seipati Mohapi...

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 17:37:22 -0400

coinmacy:

le bouchon taché

du vin rouge qu’on a bu lors-

que t’sortais avec moi
- Seipati Mohapi (2005)

L hâte au jour où ma maîtrise de la langue française n’est pas une conséquence d’une aide linguistique