Song
of the day: Radiohead- Planet Telex
Amidst
trying to secure a place for myself in the post graduate program for Sociology
at The University of Stellenbosch (aka going through the motions of mid-year
exams) the ultimate epiphany for procrastination has dawned on me, to start a
blog-AHA! I aim to interweave my general existential angst/drama with
encounters of everyday life as a student and an inhabitant of the beautiful yet
neoliberal and politically confused South Africa. Regarding the controversial
painting depicting our identity-crisis-stricken president, Mr Jacob Zuma, I see
it as quite elegantly done for something so politically controversial. As for
his genitalia dangling about in the air? Among the beautiful composition of
form and colour I honestly did not immediately see it. As soon as I did I
thought it to be quite sexy in a subtle manner (and I know the whole of
South-Africa may disagree with me on this).
A
daily routine of mine is to read the news on my phone and I wake up feeling
excited as to what random radical political or social controversy I will
stumble upon as soon as Opera Mini has done loading the page. This is my
ritual, one of many even though I am not particularly religious. So the aim of
this blog is not purely to bitch and moan about our beloved government that
resembles a very good episode of Cheaters or Sister Wives, but to blog blurp
about amazing as well as crazy things I have experienced (of which the latter
occurs more often than the former).
Happy
diamond jubilee to the queen! My father and I calculated last night that this
lady who is crowned with such high honour has (on average) met 3.5 Million
people during her reign as queen. I asked my father why this is such a
wonderful thing and why she is such an amazing person? He answered me by saying
that I should put myself in her shoes and imagine what it would be like to live
a life like that. I tried to do that and told him that I still could not figure
out why this lady is so amazing and deified. Yes she is a queen and has a
pretty rad castle and cute dogs, but what has she done exactly that is so
worthy of being deified? Maybe this is just a typical postmodern habit, as my
news reading ritual. The sacred has been simplified as the world has been
shrank by/to URL`s and TV shows depicting ‘real’ people who pay agencies to
make them famous. I really do not know, but my aim with this blog is to utter
my findings and place it out there (for those who are remotely interested) as I
look for the answers in this twilight zone that I like to call my place of
existence , Postmodern society, kind of like dubstep- an amalgamation of
absolutely freaking everything.
A
book that I can recommend for the time being is White Noise by Don DeLillo. I will post a review as
soon as I have finished reading the novel in preparation of my anxiety-evoking
English exam next week. But thus far I can tell that it is an extremely
provocative read as it has caused me to have dreams resembling being on an acid
trip and experiencing Armageddon/ zombie apocalypse/ whatever you choose to
call the end of the world. It makes for an excellent read before bedtime,
causing a detox for the subconscious. For now I have to head back to the
whimsical yet dreary anthropological analysis of a book. And yes it can be
both; we live in a society where transparent paradoxes are the new truths and
art the new ‘weapons of mass destruction’, the new enemy of the arbitrary
rulers of this arbitrary world.
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