written august 8th, 2009 For the writer, the pen is a paintbrush and the words are the colour delicately laid on the canvas. The words bring with them beauty, and sorrow, and laughter. They evoke the full range of human emotion and experience inspiring the soul to do more and be more, sometimes violently, sometimes gently. In this day and age, we have taken to the evolution of mechanism and platforms, using the keyboard and screen for the same thing. We may not know what the future holds but it is necessary to note that the means is not what is important, but the end destination. At the same...
ramblings – is there such a thing as an anti-expert?
Image by Siphiwe Mhlambi I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I am not an expert. I know a bit about a lot of things and a lot more about a couple of things but there is nothing that I know inside out. I love music, but I can’t quote you dates, and albums, and lyrics, and whatever. I can tell you how it makes me feel and that I like it, and possibly some reasons why I like it. But that’s as far as I go. I love gadgets, and spend a lot of time fiddling with them, but it’s more about how the fit into a daily schedule rather than the specs and intricacy of the features. I may use it a...
ramblings – new beginnings
The last couple of months have been long. A journey laced with apathy, lethargy and a lack of direction as I make a transition out of where I was to where I think I want to go. The one thing my last job taught me is that I am not necessarily the most employable person out there and, therefore, I need to focus on my own projects, my own ideas, my own dreams, my own structures. Working on Blaque magazine taught me a great deal about myself and the rag trade and I would not change the experience for anything. We are where we are supposed to be, doing...
