On Death and Grieving

R.I.P Divination. Divination is dead!

My absence from Blogger has one culprit to blame. Facebook!
Facebook just works so well at networking and keeping people up to date with what is happening. This makes my use of Divination in its current form slightly obsolete. Don't fear though, Blogger does form part of my Two-Year-Plan! I will save all of my posts so far. I intend to reorganise my memberships to Blogger and MySpace around my creative work with Myspace becoming part online portfolio part networking site and Blogger filling the role of documenting the work and becoming a forum on creative work.

Thank you to everyone that has posted comments, or even just read my posts. Follow the Facebook link below and add me as a friend.

[Mac]hinations

I feel like a father. Years spent waiting for a Macintosh and the day finally arrived. The anticipation was killing me. It became worse considering that the beautiful can-do-no-wrong 24-inch machine arrived on the same day that I left for Cape Town. As much as it hurt me, I escorted her home, dropped her off in the studio and proceeded to pack my bag.

I had just enough time to go through the lovely set-up procedure, rip a Shins CD and sync my cellphone before taking my leave. I have to admit that most of the excitement I had for getting home had to do with this beast. It was so easy setting up dsl, importing contacts, creating a birthday calendar and configuring my email client. This was all done with the standard software.

Enough with the geekiness...
Fairest Cape volume II to follow soon.

On the Fairest Cape: Redux

By-the-seat-of-your-pants-roadtrips have always turned out to be the most fun. This semester has been very difficult and I haven't been away since November. On Friday Ryk asked me along on the kidofdoom Cape Town Tour. A couple of phonecalls, a couple of shifts covered and I'm the official photographer for the tour. As Ryk would say, "Fuck yeah!"

On the Never-Nude

My credit card is running away with me, turning everything around me an alarming shade of red. Nude No More indeed.

On Being...

In January I spent two weeks interning at SL Magazine.
While I was there, I worked on two silly little pages that
were published in the current issue and I'm listed as a
contributor. It was pretty exciting opening the issue at
the bookshop, checking the index and turning to the pages.

On Surfaces Pt.III: The Thinly Veiled Agendas of the Self-Proclaimed

The Great Hall is an intimate venue. I'm standing in line for drinks that I don't want. I get the drinks and find my seat. The Two Girls are sitting right in front.

There sits a girl, further down the row. We've spoken before. We've spoken on MySpace. I sit in my seat and watch the stage.

Harris Tweed are opening. It's only Cherilyn and Darryl on stage. Cherilyn's selfconscious. The things that they do move me.

There's an intermission. I make a single-serving friend. Jose comes on.

Jose's voice is firm and the guitar is forceful. It strikes me like a wall of conviction. There is so much to take in and with every word he sings I want him to say more. A curtain call later and my appetite has only grown.

The promoter takes us backstage because She handed out pamphlets for the show. Jose is quiet and gentle. He signs Her CD sleeve, Her poster, Her ticket and Her backstage pass. I ask him about Zero 7 and he says thanks us for coming to watch.

The promoter kisses Her twice. Says he's starting a company. Says he wants to use her skills. She's only 1st year design and the skill he's talking about works just as well with his eyes closed.

I'm glad that it's no longer my problem.

[EDIT]

I hate having to explain the intentions of something that I write but I now need to. The capitalised letters of She and Her are intended to identify a particular person. This person is a huge fan and had many things signed by Jose. The promoter seemed slimy from the moment I met him and the second last paragraph is inteded to show his thinly veiled agenda. This post is a record of my experience of the night and in no way represents any unhappy feelings towards any single person.

Thank you to the anonymous person that reads what I write.

On Surfaces Pt.II: Blinded by Proximity

She did invite me along. I'm just glad that I'm going with people that know who he is. Three months isn't such a long time until you consider it to be a quarter of a year. She told me once that sometimes she can be aloof. I'd just call it cold.

Tonight isn't about anything other than the music. She asks me if I'd mind driving. I don't. I'm running on my end-of-the-month Salty Crax and I pay for petrol.

I watch the show from outside my body and I watch myself from deep within it. While we got along so well, I couldn't feel her heat and I have always been too good at conducting emotion.

It came time to be friends I thought that we'd at least be able to relate. It turns out that we related a lot better when it was related to her. The depth that I saw was just another surface, one that I don't expect to see again.