Jy blaai in die argief vir 2009 Maart.

Koffie op ‘n Bloumaandag

Maart 16, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

O Aarde.

Ek hou nogal van koffie. Swart bitter koffie.

Ek het eers na diensplig begin koffie drink. In Biaritz nogal, waar ek espresso ontdek het.
Eintlik nie Biaritz nie maar Angelet, dis waar die jeugherberg was. Ek het daar ook saam met ‘n oulike Franse meisie tenpin bowling gespeel, maar dis ‘n ander storie.

Army tee/koffie het ek nooit gedrink nie. Dis was ‘n soet mengsel met baie melk, en moeilik identifiseerbaar.
Die gerug het ook geloop dat hulle blouvitirjoel ingegooi het, om die vreeslike jagse spul laaities se koerasie in bedwang te hou.
Asof die konstante rondfokkery van die korporaals, die aanhoudende inspeksies, allerhande soorte PT, en slaap deprivasie nie genoeg was om al jou energie in bedwang te hou nie.

As kind het ek verneem dat koffie gee jou vlooie in jou maag, en tee was vir sissies, engelsmanne en tannies.

So voor die ouderdom van 21 het ek nie koffie of tee gedrink nie. Ook nie in die army nie, maar ek het altyd geweet waar die waterkar was…. as daar een was.

Van Biaritz af verder aan het ek ‘n voorliefde vir koffie ontwikkel, en ten spyte van groot argumente van ‘n sigoreiboer, dat sigorei inderdaad lekkerder as koffie is, het daai espresso my smaak knoppies verslaaf.

Nou lees ek op die internet, dit is nie my smaakknoppies nie, maar my brein. Die kaffien beinvloed jou brein en res van jou ook.

“-It blocks adenosine receptors in your brain. Adenosine causes drowsiness, so cells that would normaly be regulated to slow down by way of adenosine actually speed up now.

-Your Pituitary gland sees the cells not slowing down and assumes there is some sort of emergency happening, and it releases hormones into your bloodstream telling your adrenal glands to start pumping.

-Your pupils dilate.

-Your blood pressure rises.

-Your liver releases sugar into the blood stream for extra energy.

-Your hands may get cold.

-Your smooth muscles relax. (Bronchial muscle is smooth muscle. Which is why asthma sufferers are sometimes given caffeine.)

-It takes about 45-60 minutes for it to reach peak levels in your bloodstream.

-Your dopamine re-uptake is inhibited (this is how it’s like cocaine or heroin), and the pleasure centers of your brain are abnormally stimulated.

-Your reaction time to visual and auditory stimuli slows.

-The half-life of caffeine in your system varies depending on the state your body is in.

    * Smoker: 3 Hours
    * Average Human: 5-7 Hours
    * Pregnant Woman:18-20 Hours
    * Newborn Baby: 30 Hours

-Caffeine withdrawal symptoms include headaches that do not respond to pain killers, lethargy, confusion or inability to focus and irritability.

-Mild caffeine overdose (750+ mg or about 7 cups of coffee) of caffeine can lead to dizziness, visual hallucinations (flashes), delirium, diarrhea and fainting.”

 Op ander blaaie daar praat hulle oor al die ander slegte goed. Soos rook en coke (soos in brandewyn, nie soos in Joost nie).

Eintlik is dit niks nuuts nie, en die eksperiment om nou te doen, is om te sien of ek 2 weke lank sonder koffie, en as jy nou besluit om bietjie uit te vars, sommer sonder alkohol ook klaar te kom.

Net as ‘n eksperiment natuurlik, want ek het iewers in ‘n kas meer as 8 liter goeie blits.

Tel rooi wyn as alkohol?

Katte – waarskuwing , bevat F woorde.

Maart 14, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Ek is allergies vir katte.

Hulle laat my jeuk, swel en my oë traan.

Ek verwys nou na jou gewone huiskat.

Groot katte, soos leeus is ok. Kwaadkatte laat soms my oë traan.

Verder is ek ook ‘n kat magneet.

Gaan sit ek iewers in ‘n vertrek met baie mense en ‘n kat, is dit een twee drie, en die kat het op my ingezoem.
Die katte het een of ander affiniteit vir my, ek verstaan nie heeltemal hoe dit werk nie.

Intussen het iemand het Firefox aanbeveel as ‘n goeie web “browser”, ek het dit afgelaai, en ook op “Stumble”afgekom.
Daarmee strompel jy voort deur die internet deurdat jy dit voer met jou belangstellings.

Een so belangstelling is fotografie. Let wel NIE fokken KAT fotografie nie, nie “cute” fotografie nie, net FOTOGRAFIE.

En die vet weet, aanmekaar gooi Stumble vir my donnerse kat fotos. Aanmekaar sê ek vir Stumble nee, hou op, ek soek nie fokken kat fotos nie.

En aanmekaar hou Stumble aan om die fotos te gooi.

Kyk nou weer hier:

Ek weet dis baie oulik en “cute” en “sweet” en alles, maar verstaan nou, ek is allergies vir katte. Dit is ‘n mediese toestand.

Al kom hulle oor die internet by my aan.

Ek wonder of ek liewer by stumble moet intik “kwaadkatte”, miskien sal dit beter werk.

Foto

Maart 12, 2009 in Sonder kategorie


 
Ai tog, vanaand doen ek alles verkeerd !

Rekenaars !!!

Maart 12, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Jy skryf seker 30 minute lank aan ‘n blog inskrywing, slaan verkeerde sleutel of iets, en jou hele inskrywing verdwyn soos mis in die oggendson.

Ek is nie nou lus om alles weer van voor af te skryf nie.

Pity the readers !

Maart 11, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Kurt Vonnegut ( 1922- 2007) is een van my “all time” gunsteling skrywers.

mal bliksem !

Hier skryf hy oor skryfwerk, bv ‘n brief aan die meisie langsaan, of aan die munisipaliteit oor die slaggat in die pad. (mens sou sweer hy het in SA gebly). Hy is nou al oorlede, maar sy raad is seker goed vir blogs ook.

How to Write With Style



by Kurt Vonnegut



Newspaper
reporters and technical writers are trained to reveal almost nothing
about themselves in their writings. This makes them freaks in the world
of writers, since almost all of the other ink-stained wretches in that
world reveal a lot about themselves to readers. We call these
revelations, accidental and intentional, elements of style.




These
revelations tell us as readers what sort of person it is with whom we
are spending time. Does the writer sound ignorant or informed, stupid
or bright, crooked or honest, humorless or playful– ? And on and on.




Why
should you examine your writing style with the idea of improving it? Do
so as a mark of respect for your readers, whatever you’re writing. If
you scribble your thoughts any which way, your readers will surely feel
that you care nothing about them. They will mark you down as an
egomaniac or a chowderhead — or, worse, they will stop reading you.




The
most damning revelation you can make about yourself is that you do not
know what is interesting and what is not. Don’t you yourself like or
dislike writers mainly for what they choose to show you or make you
think about? Did you ever admire an emptyheaded writer for his or her
mastery of the language? No.




So your own winning style must begin with ideas in your head.



1. Find a subject you care about



Find
a subject you care about and which you in your heart feel others should
care about. It is this genuine caring, and not your games with
language, which will be the most compelling and seductive element in
your style.




I
am not urging you to write a novel, by the way — although I would not
be sorry if you wrote one, provided you genuinely cared about
something. A petition to the mayor about a pothole in front of your
house or a love letter to the girl next door will do.




2. Do not ramble, though



I won’t ramble on about that.



3. Keep it simple



As
for your use of language: Remember that two great masters of language,
William Shakespeare and James Joyce, wrote sentences which were almost
childlike when their subjects were most profound. “To be or not to be?”
asks Shakespeare’s Hamlet. The longest word is three letters long.
Joyce, when he was frisky, could put together a sentence as intricate
and as glittering as a necklace for Cleopatra, but my favorite sentence
in his short story “Eveline” is this one: “She was tired.” At that
point in the story, no other words could break the heart of a reader as
those three words do.




Simplicity
of language is not only reputable, but perhaps even sacred. The Bible
opens with a sentence well within the writing skills of a lively
fourteen-year-old: “In the beginning God created the heaven and the
earth.”




4. Have guts to cut



It
may be that you, too, are capable of making necklaces for Cleopatra, so
to speak. But your eloquence should be the servant of the ideas in your
head. Your rule might be this: If a sentence, no matter how excellent,
does not illuminate your subject in some new and useful way, scratch it
out.




5. Sound like yourself



The
writing style which is most natural for you is bound to echo the speech
you heard when a child. English was Conrad’s third language, and much
that seems piquant in his use of English was no doubt colored by his
first language, which was Polish. And lucky indeed is the writer who
has grown up in Ireland, for the English spoken there is so amusing and
musical. I myself grew up in Indianapolis, where common speech sounds
like a band saw cutting galvanized tin, and employs a vocabulary as
unornamental as a monkey wrench.




In
some of the more remote hollows of Appalachia, children still grow up
hearing songs and locutions of Elizabethan times. Yes, and many
Americans grow up hearing a language other than English, or an English
dialect a majority of Americans cannot understand.




All
these varieties of speech are beautiful, just as the varieties of
butterflies are beautiful. No matter what your first language, you
should treasure it all your life. If it happens to not be standard
English, and if it shows itself when your write standard English, the
result is usually delightful, like a very pretty girl with one eye that
is green and one that is blue.




I
myself find that I trust my own writing most, and others seem to trust
it most, too, when I sound most like a person from Indianapolis, which
is what I am. What alternatives do I have? The one most vehemently
recommended by teachers has no doubt been pressed on you, as well: to
write like cultivated Englishmen of a century or more ago.




6. Say what you mean



I
used to be exasperated by such teachers, but am no more. I understand
now that all those antique essays and stories with which I was to
compare my own work were not magnificent for their datedness or
foreignness, but for saying precisely what their authors meant them to
say. My teachers wished me to write accurately, always selecting the
most effective words, and relating the words to one another
unambiguously, rigidly, like parts of a machine. The teachers did not
want to turn me into an Englishman after all. They hoped that I would
become understandable — and therefore understood. And there went my
dream of doing with words what Pablo Picasso did with paint or what any
number of jazz idols did with music. If I broke all the rules of
punctuation, had words mean whatever I wanted them to mean, and strung
them together higgledy-piggledy, I would simply not be understood. So
you, too, had better avoid Picasso-style or jazz-style writing, if you
have something worth saying and wish to be understood.




Readers
want our pages to look very much like pages they have seen before. Why?
This is because they themselves have a tough job to do, and they need
all the help they can get from us.




7. Pity the readers



They
have to identify thousands of little marks on paper, and make sense of
them immediately. They have to read, an art so difficult that most
people don’t really master it even after having studied it all through
grade school and high school — twelve long years.




So
this discussion must finally acknowledge that our stylistic options as
writers are neither numerous nor glamorous, since our readers are bound
to be such imperfect artists. Our audience requires us to be
sympathetic and patient readers, ever willing to simplify and clarify
— whereas we would rather soar high above the crowd, singing like
nightingales.




That
is the bad news. The good news is that we Americans are governed under
a unique Constitution, which allows us to write whatever we please
without fear of punishment. So the most meaningful aspect of our
styles, which is what we choose to write about, is utterly unlimited.




8. For really detailed advice



For
a discussion of literary style in a narrower sense, in a more technical
sense, I recommend to your attention The Elements of Style, by William
Strunk, Jr. and E.B. White. E.B. White is, of course, one of the most
admirable literary stylists this country has so far produced.




You
should realize, too, that no one would care how well or badly Mr. White
expressed himself, if he did not have perfectly enchanting things to
say.




In Sum:



1. Find a subject you care about



2. Do not ramble, though



3. Keep it simple



4. Have guts to cut



5. Sound like yourself



6. Say what you mean



7. Pity the readers

Geelslang 2

Maart 10, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Andre het toe nie die slang laat gaan nie. Hou hom eers vir ‘n paar dae, nie ‘n slegte plan nie.

Ek wou graag ‘n paar beter fotos kry. Hy het hom vanmiddag heerheen gebring. Dankie Andre !

Mercurochrome

Maart 10, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Die rooi goed.

Ons ken dit almal, ons het dit gehad toe ek klein was. Ek het vandag nog ‘n botteltjie in die kas, en het onlangs daarvan gebruik. Nie dat ek ‘n groot mercurochrome ou is nie. Daar is goed wat beter werk.

Ek het nou die dag daarvan gebruik, en het interresantsheidshalwe op wikipedia gaan kyk wat in mercurochrome is.

Blykbaar bietjie kwik in, “mercury”, kwik is giftig. Maar dit is ‘n vorm van kwik, ‘n soort binding. In die oorlog het hulle al chloor gas gebruik as ‘n wapen, maar ons gooi chloor in die swembad, en tafelsout is natrium chloried. So gif in een vorm is nie noodwendig gif in ‘n ander vorm nie. 

Die Amerikaners het in 1998 besluit om dit te verbied. Sover ek weet het niemand nog ooit mercurochrome vergiftiging opgedoen nie, altans nie as hulle dit op snye en skrape aangewend het nie. As jy dit drink sal jy seker iets daarvan oorkom. Jy sal beslis rooi kak.

In die res van die wêreld, hier ook, is dit beskikbaar en goedkoop.

Wat wel sin maak is dat mercurochrome aanvanklik ‘n infeksie verberg. Alles is mos rooi.
Aan die anderkant kan mens redelik gou voel as ‘n wond begin sweer, en wie gebruik in elk geval mercurochrome vir ernstige seerplekke?

Maar kan jy glo, die Amerikaanse FDA het die produk van die rakke laat haal.

Slangstorie

Maart 9, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

‘n Middagete afspraak het groot vermaak/konsternasie verskaf toe Andre die slangvanger ‘n draai by die watergat gemaak het met sy vangs.

Vanoggend kry hy ‘n oproep van ‘n plaas hier naby. Daar is ‘n kobra in die skuur. Andre het die geelslang toe gevang.  Hierdie spesifieke watergat, die “Buitesteen” in de Kelders het ‘n baie gawe “pub lunch” vir omtrent R 20.00 (‘n baie lekker Rib Burger), Vis en Chips vir omtrent R 25 ens.

Slangvangery maak mens honger en dors, en in Andre se geval kan jou gou ‘n Castle milk stout wegsluk.

Natuurlik is daar iemand daar rond wat toe wil weet wat in die sak is.

“‘n geelslang”

” ag twak man”

” Ok, ek wys jou ! “

Hy wys toe dat hy wel ‘n geelslang in die sak het.

Al wat kort is die fluit.

Die geelslang strip sy moer, en dinge raak vir ‘n oomblik opwindend.

Hy vang die slang weer aan die stert , en kalmeer die situasie.


Terug sak toe met die slang

Notas:

1. Slangvangers is oor die algemeen ietwat eksentriek.
2. Andre hierbo is al vir meer as 40 jaar ‘n slangvanger.
3. Ek het die fotos met ny selfoon geneem, verskoon dus die gehalte daarvan.

Soms

Maart 9, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Saterdag was so dag. Die elemente het bymekaar gekom.Selfs die rugby, vir Bulle ondersteuners!
Net, ek is nie ‘n bulle ondersteuner nie , en soos verwag het die Stormers verloor. Darem nie te ver nie.
Sondag natuurlik, het die Rapport ook soos verwag aan gegaan om Joost en Mike Bolhuis se name verder te vergat, maar dit is van mindere belang.

Soos voorspel was die see Saterdag mooi. Ek kon nie vroegoggend gaan duik nie. ‘n Paar ander dringende sakies het opgeduik, maar toe darem vroegmiddag by die duikery uitgekom.

‘n Windstil plat see het lê en wag. Dit was regtig een van daai dae. Die see het soos ‘n dam gelê. Selfs die deining het gesak na ‘n meter, miskien minder. Die see was vol, dit was hoogwater.

Hoogwater kan soms sy voordele hê. Daar is ‘n spesifieke stukkie rif wat met laagwater sy tande wys. Met laagwater is dit te vlak om daaroor te swem, en die branders daar sal mens ook simpel slaan sou jy daar beland. Met hoogwater, en ‘n platterige see kon mens daar in. ‘n Paar branders het nog steeds deurgekom, en sake erg deurmekaar gespoel, maar grotendeels kon mens die diep skeure in die rif bekyk.

En dit was ‘n louter plesier. Ek het my sak gepak, propvol, in omtrent 20 minute.

Terug aan wal skud jy uit en sorteer.

Kleintjies gaan terug water toe.

Mens kan ook model speel saam met die manne met die rooi bolwange.


‘n Gawe Satermidddag se vangs.

Die Stormers se verloor het nie eers soveel saak gemaak nie, ek weet ook nie of dit verslawing is nie, maar na die koue water, en die bietjie oefening kry jy so lekker ontspanne gevoel terwyl jy terugleun met die 2de versterkwatertjie.

Vrydagmiddag

Maart 6, 2009 in Sonder kategorie

Hier by my is dit vanmiddag warmer as gister.

Alles te make met die suidoos. Gister was daar ‘n varsie briesie, vanmiddag niks, so dit temperatuur stap aan deur die dertigs goed op pad veertig toe.

Windfinder se voorspellings vertel my meer as die SA weerburo se werf. Ek gebruik die twee maar saam. Môre is in elk geval nie moeilik nie. Daar gaan bykans geen wind wees nie. Die deining, maw die golwe op die oop see, is ook besig om bietjie te bedaar. Eintlik gaan die see môre nog skop hê, maar dis ok.

Môre is Saterdag en kreefdag. Ek dink Sondag ook. Die wat wil kreef hê sal maar môre saam by die see in Hermanus moet wees met vloeibare versterkmiddels vir Petrus.

Ek oorweeg nog om die Sharks Blues game te kyk, maar eintlik wil ek vroeg al in die water wees.

Die belangrike wedstryd môremiddag, vir my, ‘n stoere WP ondersteuner, is natuurlik die wedstryd  5 uur op Loftus. Ek is baie lief vir die WP, maar op hulle vertoning tot dusver het ek ernstige bedenkinge of die Stormers die pyp gaan rook. Teen die tyd hang die valbyl ook al seker millimeters bokant Rassie se nekslagaar. Ons sal maar sien.

Ek wonder of Joost môre kommentaar gaan lewer. Ek sien Mike Bolhuis het weereens met niks vorendag gekom nie. Verlede Vrydag sou hy mos met die hele sak patats vorendag gekom het, maar nee, dit was net “strategie”.  Eintlik wou hy net die dotjies op die i’s sit en die strepies deur die t’s . Die volle waarheid sou gister ontbloot wees.

Mike Bolhuis en Melinda Shaw ( redaktrise van Heat) se stories bots lynreg. Iemand is besig om borrels te hap, en jammer om te sê, dis borselkop Bolhuis was aanmekaar sy storie verander. Miskien moes Joost eenvoudig na ‘n baie goeie spindokter gegaan het.  As Ou Karolus nou nie so lelik droogemaak het met die huishuur en die doctorandus besigheid nie kon hy dalk namens Joost stories gespin het.

Maar nouja, ons sal Sondag in Die Rapport seker op datum gebring word oor al die sport en die sports.

Lekker naweek vir almal.