Hellooo, hellooo – good to be back, good to be back…. wanna be in my band, my band? Gary Glitter sang that many years ago. OOps! – he was a nasty.
The Struggle Continues…..
The Silly Socks on Friday (SSOF) movement originated in Africa over 20 years ago in the vicinity of the deepest man made hole in the earth’s surface.
It has 1 simple rule:
SOCKS WORN ON FRIDAY SHOULD BE SILLY
The underlying stimulus leading to establishment of the movement was reportedly a revolt against the corporate look, a need to take the challenge beyond cartoon ties. A main objective of the movement is the outing of ties as one of the most illogical, impractical and indefensible habits of mankind.
Strive to be different! Question the status quo! – it quickens the heart and chases thoughts into new directions.
I wonder if people who blog are of a certain type …?
I noticed that after my last blog (Where were we ?/ are we? / are we going to be?) that ad-tags for counselling and personality assessment attached to my blog
I also note that 1 or 2 fellow bloggers appear to have suffered mental frailty from time to time
Maybe I am not only depressed but paranoid as well – I noticed the Man watching my blog in ’06, because I happened to blather on about the struggle to be free of the yoke of the necktie …..
I suppose it is just ad-people intruding to impose their products on anyone who may be disposed to consider them. They assume propensities from blog-utterances …
That can be risky because most people try to shield their true thoughts … ah well, I am happy to lead people down avenues of my thoughts …maybe they will glimpse sanity & reality !
On another tack … I have always tried to look at things from both sides, to try and understand the motivation of the most maligned side.
No-one can applaud or rejoice in the deaths of so many innocents in the Gaza tragedy.. but, if someone kept on shooting at my house and wouldn’t stop, I would probably send my soldiers to stop the problem too.
Subtlety & patience tend to disappear when bullets fly – the usual response is to retaliate with all you have until the attack stops.
I just wish it would stop ….
No urge to splurge for 814 days… good to see old friends are still around.
Very prolific ABE! I guess you are my inspiration … you keep on writing.
Much prefer the old editor, which starts with:
F U K D which usually sums me up my quite well.
I suppose I need to get up and steer the ship & drive it towards the destination I want to reach … but where is that?
Must do better than that – let me sleep on it.
Do you have a Hero? What is it that you admire about your Hero? I have been trying to find a role model for my children. It is not easy …! What are the virtues of a role model? Do they have any vices?
Yes … they must have some vice in them ,,, I mean even Jesus lost his temper and threw the moneylenders out of the Temple; Lord Buddha lived the life of Reilly before he disobeyed his father, witnessed real life, embraced temperance and renounced desires.
Aquinas’ Cardinal Virtues ring a bell with me, they describe real models of behaviour for good people:
A quick flick through Google on Aquinas and Temperance described models for behaviour that seemed real and achievable. Of course, there will be shortfalls and lapses … the idea is that we recognise this and get up and re-direct ourselves, with these virtuous beacons.
Why don’t they teach them in schools? They are surely universally recognised as conduct which would maintain harmonious, productive societies?
This is something real which politicians and role models should give to all of us! Spread the word! Shake the trees!
Help our children choose the best way of Life!
I saw this little weblink on the Walrus ‘ wallow and it set off a train of thought which is quite radical, so ignore it if you wish / at your peril, heh,heh!
It caught my interest & I immediately made to try it & then hesitated: …. Walrus is witty, clever, cosmopolitan, wise & has 100 friends; his blog is worth $12.00 … I am naive, unpolished and only have 3 friends … what will my blog be worth …12 cents?
My train of thought went this way: this is how Satan works … he senses vanity and pride and a desire for re-assurance and exploits it: you could just be wiser / more entertaining than you thought… don’t be chicken….
It has been a recurring thought, last thunk when I saw, at first glance, an attractive woman of about 40. Closer examination revealed those tight bubble cheekbones that suggest botox treatment. That’s when I thought about vanity & how Satan sucks people in through vanity. Botox is definitely a vanity thing. I don’t believe vanity is ever a good thing.
It’s not easy though,is it – I still have a sneaky need to know …
Vade retro, Satanas
First of September is my Mum’s birthday – she would have been 95 yesterday (today if you are north of Nairobi)
It is also celebrated as the start of Spring, south of that place – although the grass is riz & I know where the boidie is (on the branch of the tree above trilling &twittering its joy!)
We also received news of the birth of Luke who is the 20th grand child of my siblings (what is the collective for nephews & nieces?)
My sweetpeas are slow, but show promise, I cycled 15 kms yesterday and reduced my food intake, …. I intend to shed bulk and celebrate my arrival at closer to 60 than 50 in sleek & admired form.
The sun promises to shine, so we have been told in this little slowly decaying outpost in the South Pacific (get away, you depressing note)
There is a great deal to be thankful for – this applies to readers of this blathering blog.
Seize the day – paint your world in joyous colours, embrace your loved ones!!
My last blogblurt was quite innocuous; although the title contained the words “weapons” and “campaign” and it did mention that the Man could be foolish. On my next visit to the site, I noticed an ad tag in the header: “Conservative Politics”.
Now, I have 1 blog friend, who hasn’t had a blog since 4 June. I have not received any feedback or comment on my call to increase the global campaign against the necktie (do not despair – we shall overcome). The point is why and how was I so identified?
My conclusion is that it was done by machine, which I resent. Politics are matters of the heart as much as the head. I do not believe that the intertwining recipe of intellect and emotion can be replicated by machine. Ergo: I cannot deny the utilitarian value of stereotypes, but I can resent it.
However, on occasion, the odd anarchic tactic may justifiably or at least understandably, be used to assuage the bruised psyche, (surely? … if used only moderately) Tough tofu, you word weed wimp – you are what you are labelled; machines don’t recognise slimy grovels… do they?
To hell with it, I will perservere, like the Crusader, whose name I bear, in the path of virtue & righteousness (I refute his religious intolerance though, without which, he would not have gone a-crusading , I suppose).
Soo, check my tags out next week, let’s see if I garner any more Big Bro interest and labels.
Get off my back, Jack – political values change, like people; tolerance is elastic and the centre moves!
I am unique & and reject your label.
Wow! I am so radical…yeah right!
The time has come, as the Walrus said, to think of other things.
The organisation / association / school which I am proud & happy to have been a part of for over a decade, has decided to broaden its campaign.
It has been accepted that the global campaign against neckties has had some impact. Sympathisers have increased awareness that tying decorated strips of cloth around one’s neck is folly and a clear symbol of submission to the yoke of ridiculous convention.
I attended a seminar in the city recently. It was depressing: I had to seek guidance on how to access the lift – there were 6, with no buttons. One had to mechanically alert a console in the foyer as to one’s destination & it advised which lift would convey you. The damn thing had only a clock & an alarm bell & took me straight to floor 20 without stopping.
Even worse were the attendees: 90/100 uniformly attired in black; decorative nooses tightly wound around male necks & jackets buttoned …. slightly amused at my grey flannel slacks and cardigan, politely ignoring my lack of necktie. All I could think of was urban clones. The lawyers who adressed us, could have been brother and sisters, raised by a Sergeant Major! I am so glad I don’t work in the city!! The campaign has a loong way to go.
The Israelis, those clever industrious aggressive people, who are the best example of a general rejection of that corporate noose, are not doing well with PR at the moment though! So, a different campaign, a strategic feint, is considered appropriate to garner fresh attention
Being easy going, we understand the courage and daring involved in resistance. The Man is mean, unreasonable and unrelenting – a challenge of this nature is likely to invite institutional condemnation from up high
The Man, who has tolerated this absurdity for many years, will have to admit his own folly to recant. That is hard and would attract labels such as radical, liberal and, horror of horrors, may risk refusal of entry to the Club! So any challenge will be stifled.
Of course, women do not have to comply – that is discriminatory; but don’t tell a lawyer that, there will be an answer. Perhaps men should wear skirts to work – they could call them kilts …hmmm!
Take courage, talk about it, debate it, defend it, attack it!
We believe wearing silly socks can bring about a gradual erosion of urban uniform mentality. Start on Fridays & spread the word; encourage participation, praise creativity. It cannot be faulted (it is underwear , after all)
To socks, to socks!
.. so to speak. Alliances are basic human instincts. I am sure that the hairy fellas who lived in caves banded together to take on the Mammoth and protect themselves from Ol’ Sabre Tooth Tigger.
Keeping it in the family is surely good and acceptable practice?
In Wikipedia, nepotism is categorised as political corruption, along with cronyism and simony.
The word nepotism comes from the Latin word ‘nepos’, meaning “nephew”. In the Middle Ages, some Catholic popes and bishops, who had taken vows of chastity, raised their illegitimate sons as “nephews” and gave them preferences.
Governments are particularly susceptible to accusations of cronyism as they spend public money. Many democratic governments are encouraged to have transparency in their accounting and contracting processes. However, there is often no clear line to denote when an appointment constitutes “cronyism.”
Simony is the ecclesiastical crime and personal sin of paying for offices or positions, named after Simon Magus who offerred the disciples of Jesus payment for the power to perform miracles.
My squeal, ‘cos that’s what it is, is about my son who has been a victim of political corruption. He was by far the best bowler of his age group at the local cricket club: he had 5 x 5 wicket hauls in 10 matches; he was also Most Valuable Player last season. But …. he wasn’t selected to represent the age group team, nor was he given any recognition by the club. I have surmised the reason to be that he didn’t go to the school where the selectors coach, nor the Academy where 1 of those coaches is employed.
On receipt of my complaint, the club mumbled ” … more transparency in future…”.
My point is this: Me ‘n you must hold any community or national representative organisation to transparency all the time!! That is the only way to keep democracy alive.
The rules must be:
- Tell us what you’re gonna do
- How you’re gonna do it
- Then do it like that
If you don’t, you get fired, just like Nixon.
This applies to your club, your church, your schools – everywhere you have a connection.
Cry “Ahem” .. and let slip the guard dogs of democracy!!
…you may know the legend of the Flying Dutchman: doomed to sail the seas forever … unable to land anywhere … (he shot an albatross or something, so probably deserves his plight)
I still grapple (not so hard these days, I admit) with thoughts about who I am and where do I belong. I have been a citizen of 5 countries. The country where I was born, the country of my citizenship at birth and the country where at least 7 generations of my direct ancestors, (including my parents) were born, ALL refused to give me citizenship! I have never shot an albatross, am not insane (noticeably) nor have I criminal convictions or ever been insolvent. I have a university degree, my own house & only 1 family.
There are floods of refugees from the north into South Africa and from there to other countries in & out of Africa. There are also floods of people to other countries, like North Africans to France, Turks to Germany, Indians & Chinese to anywhere. (This is beginning to take a race tinged rant – it was not meant to be! )
What my point is: politics define & label citizenship, the heart defines belonging – I guess I belong to the world ….. or the world belongs to me! (Certainly the Springboks don’t stir me much anymore ..nor do the All Blacks or the Irish).
My planned visit to my birth country should shake up some thoughts… do I have to belong?
I am distressed at the horrors that have been perpertrated in the name of Patriotism & God
I think politicians need to be saints & matyrs to avoid Hell! If not they should be sent to join the Flying Dutchman!