Instead of using a costly taxi, i coerced Candice into trusting my 'global positioning awareness'. I convinced her into my confidence that 'how difficult can it really be'. At the risk of not looking like one of those tourists you always see back home pointing at 'stuff', their agonizing expressions a clear give-away of them trying to figure things out. I ended up, arm in air, finger pointing at every cryptic dutch clue i could find to save face.
With heavy luggage in tow, we managed to make it to the 'Metro'. Thanks to the remarkable similarity between Dutch and Afrikaans (you always knew it, but never saw it in action). Coincidently, it was also thanks to encouragement by Candice to get me to put my pride aside and ask directions. I was aided by an old fellow who thought i was Indian. Namaste to him too. We ended up walking against the flow of Friday afternoon rush hour crowds, ducking into swaying arms, 15kg bags in tow, acting on pure instinct and residual airplane food energy. Which is not much, seeing as it tasted like facecloth.
We used the Belgian underground like seasoned pros. Nevermind the quizzical glares by commuters, we felt we fitted right in. We were riding the shit outta that damn E3579 two-carriage train to our stop...a mere 2 stations away. That's right, so much drama and our destination was a mere 14kms away from the airport!
All good and well. It's those very awkward experiences, bewilderment, uncertainty and daze in a completely foreign land that makes the experience so unique. A uniqueness i was craving to experience yet again after settling in at our hotel room We've just taken a walk down the road from our hotel and out of sheer curiosity (and against Candice's protests), i dragged her into a private 'invitation only' artist showroom purely because I saw wine being handed out by the glasS. I forgOt. The poi.nt i was trying to mak.
Saturday, 21 April 2012
Friday, 30 March 2012
Vrot Cross Buns
Let's be honest. The supposed hot cross bun issue is just a means of airing deepset differences. Today it's about religion, tomorrow it'll be about race. Do we not live in a non-segregated society, where freedom of association and expression makes it one of the most sought after societies world-wide? Is it not in this very society where a toasty hot cross bun with a thinly sliced gouda can be enjoyed without prejudice? Yes the same society, where mince samoosas; dim-sum; breyani; koeksisters and even 'half moon' shaped Croissants can be eaten by any who please…cross or star of David on it or not?
The recent debacle over the 'Halaal Hot Cross Bun' saga is a clear illustration that societal segmentation still lies dormant, preying on moments of cinnamon-bun-like madness to lash out at each other from the relative safety of mobile phone twitter status updates. It however is as much a sign that a change in mindset is clearly needed; that idiocy still exists but cannot be seen by the idiots, and that hot-cross buns are going to be eaten with a fair degree of guilt by many Christians this coming easter. Mind you, with the star-and-moon sign on the pack, I'm sure it'll taste exactly the way it did since you bore teeth at the age of 2.
What many fanatacists fail to realise, is that many of the adopted celebratory customs in the Christian faith, are not inherently 'Christian'. Please point out the verse and chapter where Moses struggled to find the perfect bauble to go under his conifer Christmas tree. Or perhaps the Parable about the Easter Egg hunt by the disciples?
An interesting fact I've found with incredulous research, is that the hot cross bun itself in a slightly altered format was eaten by 'pre-Christian' Saxons in celebration of their pagan God Eostere (kinda rhymes with Easter, doesn't it?). The 'cross' represented the four quarters of the moon. Added thereto, and with contemptuous cynicism, the affiliation of 'eggs' to a religion was celebrated FIRST in ancient Iran by followers of a prophet Zoroaster! Like the cinnamon bun, the chocolate coated Easter egg is not yours, Christians.
With the clear distinction between religion and state, South Africa grants you the freedom to pray to whom you want to pray, eat where and whatever you want to eat, wear suits and ties to your tabernacle or fez's and fedoras…as long as you do so in a respectable fashion. However, you lose both respect and respectability by snarling at the practices of another religion 'on yours' when you feel it's insulting your customs…especially when you weren't smart enough to firstly establish whether it is truly your religion's custom!
I insinuate only because I propose that the 'blinded-by-faith' fanatics take this to heart before commenting. Hot cross buns are not a religious object. Pickled hake is a secular add-on to a 'religious' custom. Christmas trees with shiny glittery decorations in no way has religious significance. There is no Santa Claus, they lied to you. Think carefully about how you defend a custom as your own, when its actual significance is not so much yours to claim.
The recent debacle over the 'Halaal Hot Cross Bun' saga is a clear illustration that societal segmentation still lies dormant, preying on moments of cinnamon-bun-like madness to lash out at each other from the relative safety of mobile phone twitter status updates. It however is as much a sign that a change in mindset is clearly needed; that idiocy still exists but cannot be seen by the idiots, and that hot-cross buns are going to be eaten with a fair degree of guilt by many Christians this coming easter. Mind you, with the star-and-moon sign on the pack, I'm sure it'll taste exactly the way it did since you bore teeth at the age of 2.
What many fanatacists fail to realise, is that many of the adopted celebratory customs in the Christian faith, are not inherently 'Christian'. Please point out the verse and chapter where Moses struggled to find the perfect bauble to go under his conifer Christmas tree. Or perhaps the Parable about the Easter Egg hunt by the disciples?With the clear distinction between religion and state, South Africa grants you the freedom to pray to whom you want to pray, eat where and whatever you want to eat, wear suits and ties to your tabernacle or fez's and fedoras…as long as you do so in a respectable fashion. However, you lose both respect and respectability by snarling at the practices of another religion 'on yours' when you feel it's insulting your customs…especially when you weren't smart enough to firstly establish whether it is truly your religion's custom!
I insinuate only because I propose that the 'blinded-by-faith' fanatics take this to heart before commenting. Hot cross buns are not a religious object. Pickled hake is a secular add-on to a 'religious' custom. Christmas trees with shiny glittery decorations in no way has religious significance. There is no Santa Claus, they lied to you. Think carefully about how you defend a custom as your own, when its actual significance is not so much yours to claim.
So, I don't propose this write up to induce a sudden societal 180, but perhaps think of this when the good Reverend delivers his word about this contentious topic on Sunday (the chances are quite high). Next week is the start of Good Friday. Do the supposed Christian thing, and welcome all and every other person into the celebrations of your religion, let them see that your practice is about love for humanity, sharing and kindness toward one another.
Isn't that what religion ultimately is about?
Thursday, 8 March 2012
The Journey Begins
Blogging.
Verb for blog, as in "to blog, or not to blog...". A portmanteau for web log...as in weB LOG.
The only way to share your personal journal for the masses to see, follow, share and discuss opinons, beliefs, viewpoints and use words like 'as in' alot (refer to paragraph 1).Blogging in South Africa is an untapped resource of huge potential. With the current social media frenzy both worldwide and in SA, from Facebook updates to Twitter statusses, blogging allows an excellent platform with which to invite social media users to share not only what they're having for breakfast, but also religious views, political opinions and how they feel about 'stuff'.
It's safe to assume that we generally are pessimistic about media. Constantly being fed information based on the opinions and viewpoints of 'those in control' of the media itself. By following blogs, we allow ourselves to step back and share our own opinions for once!
And so, my journey begins to allow you the platform to follow my debatable viewpoints on...stuff...then debate or disagree my viewpoints.
If you would like to discuss a particular topic or subject, drop me a line on theartfulblogging@gmail.com.
The Blogger
Verb for blog, as in "to blog, or not to blog...". A portmanteau for web log...as in weB LOG.
The only way to share your personal journal for the masses to see, follow, share and discuss opinons, beliefs, viewpoints and use words like 'as in' alot (refer to paragraph 1).Blogging in South Africa is an untapped resource of huge potential. With the current social media frenzy both worldwide and in SA, from Facebook updates to Twitter statusses, blogging allows an excellent platform with which to invite social media users to share not only what they're having for breakfast, but also religious views, political opinions and how they feel about 'stuff'.
It's safe to assume that we generally are pessimistic about media. Constantly being fed information based on the opinions and viewpoints of 'those in control' of the media itself. By following blogs, we allow ourselves to step back and share our own opinions for once!
And so, my journey begins to allow you the platform to follow my debatable viewpoints on...stuff...then debate or disagree my viewpoints.
If you would like to discuss a particular topic or subject, drop me a line on theartfulblogging@gmail.com.
The Blogger
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