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The inscrutable power of Eish

7 Oct


The Monsieur recently had much cause to sigh with that local answer to the French shrug, the all mighty Eish. How did it get here…?  The Monsieur had just realised how long it’s been since the last time we bumped into each other right here. Sorry for you. He was outchea living. But sorry for me, I wasn’t on here sharing. Now you have to enjoy things like its 1999, again. So really… Eish. It is not an answer, an excuse or remotely adequate… but that’s all you are getting. You are used to so much better anyway, so let’s get back to that French shrug… I didn’t just put it there.

You may not see it but the Motswana on the street has quite a bit in common with the Frenchman on the street – or any other person on the street anywhere for that matter. However, if you have never experienced the French shrug in full cringe with all the facial accoutrements you are not living. First of all that someone can say so much with one gesture, admittedly one with much put into it, can’t be explained adequately here – but go with me a moment, we like things so let’s see where we end up.

After landing in Paris one time and presenting credentials to the officials was where the shrug first made its appearance. The scene was a bit tense, perhaps it was an unwarranted bit of stereotyping that the Monsieur did not quite appreciate coming from an immigration official. Point is there were forces at play much greater than he… but it wasn’t the Monsieur’s concern at that moment. Here The Monsieur was anticipating Paris and instead there was gruff resistance brought on by an African passport. The immigration official must have been struggling with the fact that when the Schengen visa says yes, no amount of prejudice formed against that passport shall prosper.

Of course the green light was granted, and in a spirit of bygones the Monsieur asked a friendly enough question… something like, ‘where should I start taking in Paris this morning?’ the response…? It must have started under the desk where the man was sitting, because all there was to see was a crumpling of the body… or something akin to a deep inhale of breath countered by a contraction of the shoulders inwards. The motion appeared to swallow the neck and the incline of the head to the left suggested it was a motion to arrest this development. That was not all, the facial features also had their transformation. The corners of the mouth turning down into a resolute downwards facing bracket, while the eyes elevated upwards with a vacant look many a drug addict might recognise.

A metaphorical cold wind blew that hot summer morning. It didn’t help that as Monsieur progressed from Immigration, to Baggage claim, to Customs and finally to Arrivals the #GTFOH was trending heavily. It seemed many more French officials seemed intent on making Monsieur’s arrival to Paris as unpleasant as possible. The message was received loud and clear and since the Monsieur doesn’t like to impose, he left the airport to get to the travel agent, to then get the next flight out of Paris – It was back in the day when you couldn’t reroute your escape via smart phone. The one thing that stuck was the emotional sledge hammer of that French shrug – the utter wall of indifference it threw up was arresting, it takes the wind right out of your sails. You couldn’t even disrespect that.

So anyway back to the motherland, the here and now… you know that defeat you feel at that little window of a government office, or any other office actually, when you are trying to get a little help, instead you meet the word Eish… before the sentence even starts… That is what I am talking about. Just be happy the Monsieur is back. Eish.

Looking Good Good-Looking

27 Nov

For a little while now the Monsieur has been tinkering with the idea of putting up some moving picture visual delights. Its an old idea, Vlog anyone, but its getting super love from the likes of Skattie What Are you Wearing who is doing some seriously sexy stuff with it. That’s all the gushing Skattie gets today. Starting with edited promos from fine people at WKNDSocial, Exhibit B and Soweto Don Dadas of Cool Thesis Social Jam Session, video is the way to go, even if its just to pimp your next bit of amazing.

Aaaaannnd this one right here gets special mention all on its own… Constructus, not of Cape Town Glitch Pop fame, but still Cape Town based. This little item will make any wanna go big creative person sell their neighbour’s mother to get on this. OK, its a bit of a late mention but, how badly do you want it, and how serious are you… Yes well…

Stop drooling and click right here and get cracking on your oh so wow idea for making money while making beautiful.


Ummm… first time I am doing this but… we must rep the local even if its… well… in development… sort of.

Blu Muffin’s effort.

It is what it is what it isn’t

8 Nov

6 million ways to lie. Choose one.

In a quest to bring out the best from the net and beyond, the Polk was looking at the internet today and really felt that this online thing is really promising something it has no intention of delivering. Admittedly if you are about to show your face online you can’t half step (as they say in Hip-hop) you basically drop bombs. Avatars (Avi) is what I am talking about, these things are like your calling card. This Guy (thank you Trevor Gumbi) long saw the mind field that trying to look good in a 2 centimetre by 2 centimetre box eventually turns out to be. A simple avi that is timeless and at time pointless, but alluring all the same does the job best. Its in fashion one day and out the next, but guess what, it comes right back. Hell Justin Timbersnake can bring sexy back all he wants, it never left my Avi and that’s what’s up.


Now, this morning my girl @LeratoTJ put up a post about being shocked by some person’s Avi and blocked him with the quickness. Now there is nothing more enticing then  such an extreme reaction on Twirrah. So basically a gang of people immediately clicked on the offending person’s handle and the shock gained in popularity or, like in the Polk’s case, hilarity ensued caused by human silliness. The Avi of the chump was quite literally his junk… glistening with a full bush, leaning distinctly to the right. Yeah, sadly the Polk got a eye-full too… and it was a foregone conclusion, that kind Avi will never ever be in fashion, even if it was a healthy size and didn’t look like it was just used. Just goes to show out here on the wild wild net it is what it is, yet it isn’t.

The things we love we love to death

5 Nov


There is a mag I have never bought a copy of called Complex. It is available in places where people read for pleasure, because they have the time, interest and the money, thats wussup. Thankfully Complex has a huuuuge on-line community going and its an endless source of wonder for me. I read it via twitter so I don’t loose too many hours in a day to the mag. Its gems like the MJ Thriller remixes that make it all worth it… and by “it” I mean the time I invest in checking out one or two pages a week.

So there it is, a killer puff and pass. Thriller was one of the King of Pop’s most interesting music videos, and frankly one I couldn’t watch until I was at least 17 because it scared the shiznit out of me. Some of the remixes are just interesting in that its not what I expect music to do, others are wrongo totally, and yeah, there are one or two that I am sure casue some moonwalking in a heavily guarded grave somewhere.

Pic – Preshky

Dont Touch me on my Pitsane

1 Nov

First off… remember this —> Touch me on My Studio I do, I wrote it. And I meant it. Guess what…? They listened.

So all the I-told-you-so’s aside… What was supposed to be a private discussion between two consenting adults over a cellphone chat became public knowledge through an allegedly disgruntled third party.  Fair enough, there are lots of websites just dedicated to venting in that way, be it against a boss you don’t like, rubbish service from fancy retailers, or a girlfriend you can’t get over. Fair enough… we have seen it all. What made this particular intrusion viral gold was the stature of the man, the age of the girl and finally the content of the messages. Apart it wont even register a tweet, but when those three elements all came together… you got Pitsane.

The saga continues… lets just hope y’all don’t go too far, well, in the context of where we live you understand. Some countries have managed to block Blackberry services, others Facebook and Twitter so remember that this country is debating “regulating” Facebook. If it comes to pass… Twitter will be next and then who knows where it will stop… this is officially thin ice.


Until then though I am bumping this while waiting for the remix.



Plucked Swan

31 Oct


The film Black Swan sort of cruised into my time when I was contemplating checking out the hard drive for some illicit past time. So there is Nina, an overly pampered woman, great at her dancing and totally inept at everything else. Her single mom is sort of… nah, she IS overbearing and is actually living her life through her daughter. OK, that’s nothing, the real meat of this tail is that Nina is about to be the next star in her dancing company but is being pushed and pulled from all sides.

By all sides I mean the theatre director is totally demanding and crosses every line there is to cross. Nina’s mother sees a chance for her to relive some of her missed glory but having her daughter reach those heights. Enter Lilly, a liberated dancer from San Francisco, who gives Nina what may be her first lesbian… and quite possibly her first sexual experience… (if it actually happened) and on top of that her first proper back stabbing… Actually who knows… I am typing this as the film is playing.

Look, this film is a total trip so far, and how, like HOW does it hold together rolling deep like it does at every turn. The heavy music, the behind the scene drama of a dancing company. The impossibly thin room for error that ballet dancers must have going through what they do. Demmet! I am glad I am only a connoisseur of what I like… food, music, books, films, art, people, travel, fashion and so on. It’s a much simpler choice to make actually.

WOAH! This is much later… right near what I expect to be a happy finish (not quite like that… but close) I am kind of puffed out by this film… in a very good way… and then, Nina dies right-at-the-end… is that even still a proper ending in film making these days? I mean really! Star Wars already had sequels in the 80’s and graduated to prequels in the 90’s… come, come Black  Swan… plucked you are no different to a goose, chicken or turkey.