Jy blaai in die argief vir 2009 November.

Cheers. Ouboet sien julle Donderdag

November 29, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Geniet die blog tot Donderdag. Christo, hou asb die morele fort. Ouboet moet die noorde van die voormalige land van melk en heuning gaan besoek.


Geheim word helderheid

 

Dit staan nêrens geskryf nie

Is nooit volledig bepraat nie

 

Troon nie uit nie

Wyk nie af nie

 

Handel nie onwelvoeglik nie

Reken die kwaad nie toe nie

 

Metafisies is ons dus een

ek en jy, religieus soms afgeskei

 

van nog versoen

nog boetedoen

 

Maar as God tussen

ons kom staan

 

is Hy die griffel

en ek die lei

Liefde

November 29, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Dankie Breyten Breytenbach vir die allermooiste liefdesgedig in Afrikaans: Allerliefste ek stuur vir jou ’n rooiborsduif.  Het ek maar net 1% van jou gawes gehad, sou mammie breed gesmile het oor hierdie poging.

 

My vrou

 

My vrou ek teken jou in wit op ‘n riffelruit

want niemand met ’n gewete sal daarop krap nie

Niemand wat haat sal daardeur sien nie

Niemand wat ooit liefgehad het sal dit stukkend gooi nie

Donssag skik jy teen die agtergrond vol riffelrondings

Elke deining teen die ruit kring uit en ets geleefde

stories af teen die reënboog op die horison

 

As ek wegstaan en my skepping bekyk

kaats jou menswees in sagte rondings en

jy skitter met elke repie lig wat witter word

 

‘n Wit duif vlieg nader en kom

hang tussen ons in die lug

Roukoebaai aan ’n liefling

November 29, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Ek sien jou deining

in die poel se golf

hoe jy wegdryf

uit die kring…

teen die wand stil raak

en in lanfer en koud

die nag op gisters ophou bou

 

Lief, ek sien jou voor die swaarkry

voor die mors in jou oë gewys het

toe die blommetjies op jou gesig

nog onverwelk en vars was

So sien ek jou nou my oud-prinses

 

In hierdie uur van pyn sien ek jou

opstaan uit die drif

en aanstap teen die bult

Gewete

November 29, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Aborsie

 

In liefde, oorlog en haat

word soms onskuldige

lewens gelaat

Geen haat, dalk bietjie bloed,

het sonder die vaagste

beduidenis van

oorlogmaak

‘n enorme

skandvlek

in vroomskerp opdrag

en gewetes

‘n lewe

gelaat

Die groot sif skei ons

 

Voorabortiewe debat sit

die gewete in overdrive

 

Die groot sif skei ons

tussen hanekraai en laaste lag

‘n hersinskim se flou teug aan die laaste kans

verdig tot molekuul en lig

Osmoties dryf ons tussen kap en hou

Okselspriet verskraal die kans

van toesmeer, al wou jy ook hoe graag

van vrouwees weet

Ek binne,

jy buite

In die swanger lig van die lotsbesluit

tob ons oor die rimpels van

groot haan se draai

Outopsie van sorry

November 29, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Die hondsiek sage

van morele verval

vervloekverwoord

in oorbelaaide vlymskerp sinne

en aanhou afbetaal

aan snerpend-oorbelyde sondes

van die vlees

skif in duisend spatsels

sproei

Wanneer gaan dié wrangsuur

heeljaar-geelperskereën

dan eendag ophou bloei?

Ietsie oor die toekoms

November 28, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Ouboet is op sy gelukkigste as hy ‘n strategiese werkswinkel/konferensie fasiliteer sonder moangatte, kwaadaardige burokrate en ander erg oorgeslaandes.  Hoe slimmer die afvaardiging is, hoe meer uitdagend is die reis om visies te formuleer en dit in haalbare boelwitte om te skakel. Hoe meer poppe, hoe sinvoller is die debat en mooier die uitsig. Die venue moet ver van die bedryf en veral die hoofkantoor af wees, selfone moet op silent wees, en net twee reëls geld vir drie dae:

 

  • Die grondwet word eerbiedig
  • Let’s agree to disagree

 

En, o ja, Bethal of Droldrif se eensterhotel langs die stasie is nie geskite venues nie. Trou op, nie af nie word in korporatiewe idioom uitgedruk as raad oor die venue gevra word.  Mens beplan bloot nie in plekke wat afsteek teen die status van die maatskappy nie. Liefdadigheidswerk word wel soms in skoolsale of personeelkamers gedoen.

 

DUS:

 

The future is weird and the time has come to live up to a promise; a weird promise. The tide is the new realm of the world we are about to enter. If any sensible debate among seeking people continues long enough it will eventually touch the realm of philosophy. Endeavours to exploit this mind boggling domain produce neither final answers nor solutions. Questions upon questions pile up; only to remain unanswered. Isn’t this comfortless state is what life is all about? If so, let us try to find comfort in the journey and not the final destination; for if we reach it, there will be nothing more to do, nothing more to think of and nothing more to explore. If not, why moving anything? A situation as dull as the nothing more logic is even harder to contemplate.

 

The tide is not fair; life’s not fair. Yet nobody does anything substantial to change it. To be more precisely; nobody can really do anything about it. Bureaucrats tried but very few succeeded. Aid to developing countries does not necessarily create sustainability. Naisbitt described the trend from institutional help to self help, which perfectly illustrates a significant principle driving the new institutional mindset. Destiny is moving closer to the realm of the individual, or at least further away from the hierarchies of power. Addressing unfairness becomes more and more the responsibility of the receiving side of unfairness.

 

The tide moves by itself. We cannot stop it or substantially change it. But the significant difference between the waving ocean and the new tide is that the ocean takes you with it, even if you do nothing. You only sink in a couple of days. The information tide is a little crueller. It doesn’t move you at all if you do nothing. It barely reacts if you’re just paddling. It takes concerted efforts to realise any movement in it. No movement, no value.  It is as simple as that.

Lust and winning

November 28, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Unfortunately lust and winning correlate remarkably high. Influential and highly successful business executives fall prey to beautiful women (and vice versa) probably more than men in other occupations.  Let us take a hypothetical example. He was caught on the other side of the fence in less than perfect circumstances. His wife that he deeply loves and respects outmanoeuvred him on strength of her highly valued sixth sense and a little help from a private investigator; paid off course indirectly by his company.

 

His little secret abruptly ended when his wife entered the hotel room in a tranquil setting on the outskirts of the city. Room service, carefully planned by the expensive but highly effective investigator, turned out to be a little more than a snack, a gin & tonic and a double Scotch. Mommy caught him point plank. He was in a state of total shock. Nothing in life can be as humiliating. Ever faced a truth as brutal as facing the crying the woman you love with your pants down caressing another woman, already completely undressed? Ever thought that such a brutal truth could ever be eternalised on film? Nothing can be as challenging, emotionally draining as this IQ test of all your senses as trying to collect the scattered pieces and build the puzzle.

 

Let us briefly examine the road to healing, if true healing is ever attainable surrounding the complexity of the matter. His first attempt was to minimise the havoc and damage caused by flying handbags, flower pots and other loose items a deeply hurt, humiliated and adrenalin pumping wife can lay her hands on. Then a lengthy and never ending process of answering repetitive questions with known answers starts. No arrow, axe, missile or any known object can hurt as much as the sharp blade of the tongue.   In the final analysis he tried the mother of solutions that work so many times in putting the peaces in business together, namely intellectual reasoning.

 

The female body, so he argued and explained, is as multi-faceted, intriguing and exploring worthy as the vast universe of knowledge. Intriguing play with a complex and sometimes irrational mind unfolds along the general rules of business exploration.  

 

Had he chosen a high class R1500 job from the exclusive agency, as a friend suggested, he would have been much better off. A once-off, they say, could be explained as a grave mistake under a state of severe pressure. But a planned and carefully structured relationship with a married woman? No wife will ever understand it.  Forgive? Maybe in words. But forger? Never ever.

Life’s not fair

November 28, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

All people are born equal but some become more equal than others. The sexy blonde with apparently nothing more to offer than meets the eye marries a wealthy executive. She gains apparently unearned value, at least from the perspective of the less packaged members of the female race. The overweight old maid, despite her superior qualifications and splendid personality remains unmarried. She loses apparently earned value. But both add value within the unfolding landscape, and although women may accept the cruel fact, they cannot change its principles. Some still regard themselves as prey to the system; mostly when the sun sets. Not all value adds up to physical or monetary value, but we grasp the life’s not fair principle.

 

You cannot change your looks substantially, but you can shape your circumstances and direct your chances. The blonde may even floor the old maid in the weakest link competition, for reasons other than knowledge, but remember the LNF principle. Value is created in the mind but realised in the market. Markets are as erratic as their creators and those who buy their goods. Markets, value creators and buyers can’t change the LNF principle. Synergy to merge them into higher echelons of value remains a pink cloud in the ever expanding skies. The larger the arena, the more unfairness emerges. The LNF principle is not subject to reason or logic. Get peace in your mind about it and brave forth.  

 

The tide changes more favourable for those who dare to ride it; and into Tsunamis for the beholders on the beach. Wait and see are words that are no longer in the future’s vocabulary, unless off course you don’t want to be part of it.

Lekker naweek. Let our children teach us.

November 27, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

 

 

The message is clear. Learn from your children, if you have children patientlenough to take you through the motions. The famous American linguist Naom Chomsky discovered among other major discoveries in the field of language that children are much more talented in learning a completely new language. They constantly outperform their parents who have much more life experience and who spoke and written ten times as many words. The same applies to the learning of new technology, especially those technologies fuelled by information. Children are much more talented in learning new skills required by today’s computers, software and others because they learn these new things and new technology as part of their normal discovery. They get used to the idea of trial and error. They are not at all shy to experiment.  Older people have the normal fear that they will break the device or lose information. Children are accustomed to the redo mode.  Without the redo mode life today in the creation of any value would almost be impossible. Through endless spurts of trial and error we discover the new world.

 

A hundred years ago there was not all that much new to learn. Today the situation is completely different. One wonders how much hard disc space used by the average child in 1909 would compare with the space used by the average child of 2009. Is such an analogy fair?  With the assumption that the knowledge gathered in the world is doubling every 3-5 years, it is safe to assume that the 1904 child had theoretically speaking, access to less than 5% of the knowledge of today. In 1909 knowledge was confined largely to books in a few libraries, life experience and the wisdom of wise people. With 20 times the knowledge the 1909 child had at his disposal, the modern child can access the unfolding world by sitting in the comfort of his house. Let us now ask again if the argument and comparison is fair?

 

One can continue and draw all sorts of funny arguments and quote mind boggling statistics, but the fact of the matter is that today’s child lives in a dynamically expanding universe of knowledge, while their great grandparents were confined to a fairly static oeuvre of knowledge. It is like comparing views of the universe with the naked eye to a glimpse through the Hubble telescope orbiting in space.  If this analogy is valid today, how will the universe look through the monster tool that will obsolete the Hubble telescope a few years hence? 

 

Mind images 100 years ago were shaped through conversation, occasional reading, slow travelling and imagination, which people through the ages had in abundance. Mind images today are fuelled by television, an abundance of books and the untapped reservoir of knowledge available on Internet and in all corners of life. Gathering mind images 100 years ago was a fairly simple process within known structures and resource bases.  Time was not really important. The process was slow and systematic. 

 

This process will continue every year, although many carefully planned pointers For ages men did not really find the need to learn dramatically different things. Arguably the greatest futurist of all times, Alvin Toffler gives us a deeper understanding of the impact of the magnitude of change on the world in his revolutionary international bestseller Future Shock that was written more than 3 decades ago. He describes the impact of change on 800 lifetimes over the past 50 000 years as follows: “Only during the last seventy lifetimes has it been possible to communicate effectively from one lifetime to another – as writing made it possible to do so. Only during the last six lifetimes did masses of men ever see a printed word. Only during the last four has it been possible to measure time with any precision. Only in the last two has anyone anywhere used an electric motor. And the overwhelming majority of all the material goods we use in life today have been developed within the present, the 800th lifetime.” (Toffler, 1970, p 22). Add another lifetime or at least a generation that emerged since 1970 and re-contextualise the argument. A total new world has unfolded since Toffler coined a universal truth. We’ve seen the Internet infiltrating all corners of the globe. A new wealth of knowledge exploded right before our eyes, eyes that are open off course.

 

Children thrive on technology. If they ask for a computer upgrade, listen to the merit of their demands although they show signs of weakness. First of course they will convince you that an upgrade is not really cost effective, an option that is correct almost half the time. Secondly they will opt for top of the range and will quote technical detail in support of their arguments that confuses your already overcrowded brain.will be put out in a very subtle manner as soon as halfway through the cycle.

 

Computer literate children show a natural talent to cope with the game of winning in the new world. They think along the lines of the new rules. Children without computers are deprived of an essential building block to shape their future.  Parents with the financial means to buy their children computers but fail to do so should be ashamed.

BRIDGING THE GENERATION GAP

November 27, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

The generation gap was always there. It will be with us for many generations to come. The reality is that, in the same metaphor of product life cycles, generation gaps are shortening. The huge gap between today’s young teens and their parents who were born in the enlightening Woodstock era is but a fractal of the complex gaps that lie ahead. The art of survival in the new world is to make peace with gaps, live with them and incorporate them into your value system. A better solution is to bridge them, to keep the bridges open and to constantly strengthen them.  

 

When I arrived home after my first semester at varsity, my father was utterly shocked by the new face of his only son. He compared my looks and especially my long hair, with an unwiped arse. When I passed my first year, quite surprisingly and against the tides of time, he started to make peace with my looks and my strange extramural programme. With my hair, still uncut, and neatly dressed in my crimpilene suit and lavishly bright green shirt I accompanied my parents to church, sat behind the congregation headed by my patriarchal father as head elder and sung hymns as in the good old short back and sides days. My father bridged the gap and found comfort in soothing his uneasiness by quoting the analogy of a bushfire. The force and heat would soon be over. He was correct, at least on technical merit.  By the time I accepted my first humble job in a large bureaucracy, the hype had vanished from my radar screen. The new boundaries of order and discipline redirected my searching sole who took temporary comfort in the luring sideway. A new future loomed, so I thought at the time.


 In the good old days we looked up to our parents for two reasons. Firstly it was correct and the better option amid the patriarchal upbringing imbedded in our brains and decision-making structures since childhood. Secondly they could teach us something worthwhile. Their knowledge and life experience, so we thought at the time, were relevant to our unfolding futures. A generation or two earlier, the argument was even stronger. The followers of Plato, Aristotle and Socrates at the time might have thought their tutors were brilliant for very good reason.

 

Let us assess the situation today, nine years into the magical new millennium. Unless parents deliberately stay abreast with the market forces of the new world, they do not really understand the lives of their children. In a remote moment of sheer brilliance they grasp a minute reality of the forces that shape their future. Their frame of reference, their thinking and their grasp of reality are completely different from what we as enlightened parents got used to a mere 2-3 decades ago.