Wake up and smell the wheat paste!

I’m reading a book called “No Logo” by Naomi Klein. It’s an excellent book and I’ll just mention a little about it, but I’d like to urge everyone to read it. It’s written 10 years ago about destructive multinational big brand corporations taking over our culture, lives, jobs, minds…
What was already happening then is now becoming very prominent and awareness is growing among individuals who are taking a stand.

One of the big issues in the book is sweatshops in Asian countries. Basically most branded items are produced extremely cheaply by a workforce who earn between 13 and 50 US cents per hour and usually consists of girls between 16 and 25. Let me just translate that salary into Rands: That is between 90c and R3.50 per hour, from just over R7 up to a staggering R16 per 8 hour day. Lucky for these girls, they get to work much longer than 8 hours. They report at 7am and work until 2am during high production times. During low production however, the workforce is halved and those who don’t work don’t get paid. So even though they might earn up to R66/18 h during high production times, they earn ziltch during quiet times. I’m not going to linger much longer on their working conditions but I’ll just mention that they get 2 x 10 min toilet breaks, during which they have to clock out – no pay for pee time. Pneumonia is rife due to poor circulation and extreme heat in daytime and freezing cold at night. There have been deaths and their living conditions are very poor. So basically, the people who make your R500 jeans wake up in a crappy little room shared with 5 others, work for fuck-all in the nastiest conditions and have no life between working and sleeping. That is not making a living because there is no living in this equation
This suffering is caused by multinational corporations who used to have their own production factories in the West where they had a workforce who earned a good living with which one could provide for a family.

Interestingly, the prices of the products haven’t dropped as one would expect. In fact, it might have actually increased because the company now has more of a budget to spend on marketing and branding, convincing you that you really need this item.

So, with this evil shit in mind, I met someone recently who imports plastic plants in bulk and who proudly told me how unbelievably cheap it is and how much of a killing he is making… interesting way of putting it, I thought.
Needless to say, I explained to him that it is not unbelievable at all when you consider that it is basically made by slaves. When I started mentioning a few things going on in sweatshops, he told me that he knew about it, but it is not him giving the orders and he is therefore not contributing to exploitation. I was flabbergasted to see someone’s head so far up his own ass. Is it possible that a reasonable and fairly bright person could explain away responsibility as easily as that and believe his own ramblings? Then I realized that it is that easy, people tell themselves these “vital” little lies all the time. Sometimes the lies will be some stupid explanation for the lipstick on your husband’s collar. He probably walked in on a giant cosmetic sale at Clicks, where a frantic girl was waving her hands around to let her nails dry, while at the same time doing a skin test with an opened lipstick. This is very possible, especially since you noticed he must’ve been to Clicks recently because he – very considerately – took it upon himself to take a turn in buying the condoms

With this intrapersonal bullshitting in mind, I’m beginning to entertain the thought that those who see should take it upon themselves to show the rest. There are loads of fun ways to make people aware of very important things. “Editing” the nasty giant McDonalds billboard at the end of Long st, Cape Town, is one. It was one of the biggest monstrosities I’ve laid eyes on and it consisted of the “golden arches” and the slogan “I’m loving it”. Some very clever AA (Anti-corporate Activist) added in the exact same font “…not” Apparently it was up for 2 days before McD’s noticed it and removed the R350 000/month billboard.

FTW

After that incident, I scoured the internet for other such “editing” and found that it is rife in the States and Europe. There are vigilante censors like Rodriguez de Gerada, Carly Stasko and Jubal Brown to name a few. If you are interested, Google these guys, their pages will lead you to more. This led me to believe that you can change the world with wheat paste and vinyl.

Anti-corporate sentiment is one thing, but what if one employs this possible vessel for change and use it to help the masses with another, far more significant delusion – climate change. If our population growth carries on the way it does it is an absolute fact that the earth will not be able to support life as we know it in 50 years. Ultimately, if we keep refusing to acknowledge and protect the earth’s fundamental right to be treated well, we will become extinct. Unfortunately there are entire nations who refuse to acknowledge this fact, and as I heard the author of “Wild Law” put it: Those are delusions and with time they will come to realise the truth. Just as people believed long ago that the earth was flat and laughed at the sphere-ists, they realized over time that the earth is, in fact, round. Just as, while people believed the sun rotated around the earth for thousands of years, the earth happily went on rotating around the sun, regardless. Climate change and the effect that it and our current capitalist system have on the earth will not halt and disappear just because the West is refusing to believe it.

So herewith my proposed answer. To try and convince masses of delusional people to do away with their beloved system of trying (without ever succeeding) to live a better life instead of just living a good life, is impossible in the time frame we have. There simply is no time to break down and rebuild. The only option is to just go ahead and do right. To change the world, don’t try to change the minds of leaders and wait for them to change the system. Change your world, actively work towards creating an environment with which you interact, rather than live off. Think about your usage of energy, food, soil, water, whatever: make it sustainable so that you can at least keep using the bit you are using. This is probably not going to be enough, but it is doable for now. And for God’s sake, don’t buy shit all the time, it won’t make you happy!

CouchSurfing

CouchSurfing.org is ‘n hospitality website en ek wil soveel moonlik mense urge om dit te gaan uitcheck. Ek en W het al heavy baie daarvan gebruik gemaak en ook jarre baie teruggeploeg en ek kan eerlikwaar nie se watter deel was meer fun nie.

Basies gaan registreer jy op die website en bou ‘n profile, much like facebook etc. Dan state jy of jy ‘n couch beskikbaar het of nie, dan surf jy en ander mense surf jou raak ens ens. As jy die surf deel doen, soek jy ‘n couch in die area waarheen jy oppad is om te gaan reis en lees die ou se profiel, as dit lyk of julle compatible is, vra jy of jy sy couch kan surf die en daai datum. Die persoon check jou profiel, besluit of hy van jou hou en antwoord yea or nea. Indien yea, viola! ‘n free plek om te bly en inside info into die stad, kultuur, cheap restaurante – whatever, a wealth of info en sekerlik die beste manier om te travel.

Wanneer real life weer oorneem en jy is terug in jou eie huis stel jy dit weer oop vir ander, maar net as dit jou pas. Jy is under no obligation whatsoever nie, jy kan selfs vir travelers se, sorry jy kan nie hier bly nie maar kom ons ontmoet vir koffie dan gee ek jou ‘n paar pointers. Ek moet se dit is super fun om net in die middel van die week ‘n random persoon te he wat kuier, niks verwag nie – gewoonlik selfs kos maak of ten minste opruim en verfrisende conversation bied. Ek en W het nie ‘n tv nie, by the way (ons het ‘n projektor en jarre baie flieks op die rekenaar en ek kyk documentaries van documentaryheaven.com af), so dit is vir ons heavy cool om eerder iemand strange se filosofie oor die lewe te bespreek of selfs strange werk wat hulle doen – dis soveel lekkerder om jou besig te hou mense eerder as goeters. So ek urge almal, probeer dit, al is dit net eenkeer.

P.S. Soek ons op, username: Coetzees

Ootlet

Yippie-ke-yay! Ek het die eerste outlet vir my my boeke gekry. Tzekout www.ahappyplacecreation.co.za/ Dis ‘n gallery in Loop straat, Leatherbacks sal daar beskikbaar wees oor so 3 weke!

Hi Ho Hi Ho it of to making shizloads of stock I go

Conquering the Cape!

It’s been a while
Miljuisende dinge het die afgelope paar maande gebeur. W het werk gekry in Kaapstad toe move ek, hy en Kitty met die merc en die volla in tow Kaap toe. Kitty het veral die trip deur die karoo geniet, sy het heeltyd op my rugleuning gelê en tuur in die eindelose vlaktes in. Sy’t seker iets gedink in die lyn van:

“‘n Measly stukkie shatterprufe glas tussen my en freedom… eendag, eendag sal ek vry wees soos daai spikkelitjies wat sekerlik skape moet wees daar yonder oor die randjies.. ja eendag sal ek my humanoids uitoorlê en vry wees. Maar vir nou sal ek bietjie op my rug lê en purr terwyl iemand my magie krap”
Hier aangekom het ons eers in ‘n flippen sweetnes huis gebly op Boyes drive in Muizenberg. Dis ‘n vriend in Stockholm se huis en die deal was net tydelik, terwyl ons ons eie nessie skrop, maar mahn, wat ‘n pozzie. So in die tussentyd het ons ‘n plekkie gekry in Harfield Village, ‘n baie cool cottage tipe huisie met ‘n hoë plafon en hout vloere maar geen kaggel, en die ysbere blaas al hulle asems hier teen die ruite.

Maar soos ek genoem het, W het ‘n suave corporate job gekry by ‘n internasionale  maatskappy. Toe, net na ons hierheen getrek het, al ons aardse goete verkoop het daaikant en nuwes hier aangeskaf het, het W ‘n volle 8 dae gehandle voor hy bedank het! ‘n Nuwe rekord vir hom. Hy het op dag 7 besluit genoeg is genoeg, gou na werk ‘n ander ou gesien en vir hom ‘n ander – way meer relaxed – werkie los geslaan en die volgende dag met sy bedankingsbrief in die hand en ‘n smile op die bakkies by corporate en co ingestap. (en kort daarna uitgestap)

Ek, aan die anderkant het vir my ‘n ou omie opgespoor wat lus gelyk het om my te leer om boeke te restoureer en my daar ingewurm. Nou help ek by sy studio maar ek bind eintlik die bevange-ste joernale van recycled, acid-free papier en offcuts leer en hout. Sien www.leatherbacks.co.za (behoort binne die volgende week in volle glorie sy plekkie op die web vol te staan)

Ek geniet dit moerse baie om die boeke te maak. Dis regtig super hoë kwaliteit, suurvrye materiale en die binding en materiale sal honderde jare hou en dit lyk flippen sweet to boot!

Dis baie cool as mense hulle ou boeke na jou toe bring, party nog met die oorspronklike handgemaakte marbled paper binne. Ek – navorser van formaat – is op ‘n mission om uit te vind waar sekere kleure en patrone vandaan kom want mens kan van die boeke se ouderdom en oorsprong bepaal van die marbled paper of die bindingstegniek wat gebruik is – uber geeky, super cool.

So dis die deal. Tzekuit my boeke, kom kuier in die Kaap, los ‘n comment

Leatherbacks logo

Beroof

Gerda se kop lig skielik op en, asof om haar kop se boontoe beweging te versnel, maak sy haar mond oop en suig vinnig asem in. Sy hou haar asem in sodat die subtiele geruis nie haar gehoor sal beperk nie.  Haar oë is wawyd oop gesper want vir ‘n oomblik is sy oortuig sy kan beter hoor met haar oë oop. Skielik onthou sy om asem te haal sy skrik byna vir die geruis wat haar eie liggaam voortbring. Stadig en nogsteeds doodstil asem sy weer in.. en uit. Sy maak haar oë nog wyer oop om soveel moontlik lig op die diafragma te weerkaats en probeer om deur die swart muur van die nag te kyk.

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Terwyl ‘n lid van die forensiese span – met behulp van fyn poeier – vingerafdrukke van gladde oppervlaktes af lig, ondervra die inspekteur ‘n buurvrou om uit te vind of sy enige iets gehoor het. ‘n Lid van die skoonmaak span lig sy een wenkbrou toe hy die stof indruk sien waar die televisie moontlik gestaan het. ‘n Paramedikus kom uit die gang en stoot ‘n draagbaar op wiele. Die oppervlakte is bedek met ‘n liggaam in plastiek gewikkel en die agterwiel maak ‘n skreeusleep geluid. Terwyl die inspekteur en die buurvrou opsy skuif sodat hy die draagbaar deur die agterdeur kan stoot, messel die lego blokkie wat die agterwiel rem hom stewiger in, en die draagbaar ruk skrams terug. Met die remslag blaai die plasiek omhulsel oop en ontbloot gesperde oë wat lyk asof hulle probeer om soveel moontlik lig op die diafragma te laat weerkaats.

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Aaargh! (2)

Gepraat van Aargh!, ek het onlangs uitgevind daar bestaan so ding soos die Wilhelm Skreeu. Dit is ‘n standaard klankgreep – blykbaar deur Sheb Wooly – wat in talle films gebruik is. Vir ‘n skreeusnaakse (’scuse the pun) kompilasie, tsekkit hier.

Dit is deesdae my persoonlike missie om hom in films te spot.

aaargh!

Was by die tandarts vanoggend, die gevoel is nou weer ten volle terug… die pyn ook :(

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http://xkcd.com/165/

turn signals

Limeriek

Ek het dit lank terug iewers gelees, ek dink dit is Philip de Vos s’n

My niggie, Aletta Legransie
is ‘n baie preutse ou gansie.
Sy word wel gedek,
maar met alle respek,
dit is slegs deur die assuransie

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Die Dorsland Trek

Ek bevind my nou hier in hierdie land wat ek al amper half, met behulp van die media, geeien het. Bigger and better, land of the free. Dis reg ladies en gents, die VS van A. (more…)

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