I just had the most inpiring tutorial of my life. I walked in about 2 mins late, to find some Johnny Depp looking character taking ym class. I found a seat and quietly tried to pick up the trail of conversation; interview techniques, this is journalism after all.
In my usual fashion I made my voice heard and engaged on whatever perspectives I could, I find that understanding the practicality of a subject sometimes makes up for the theory, so i'm not really one for notes. Discussing all the Rolling Stone South Africa issues as we passed them around, Myles Keylock discussed his journey as a music journalist, littering his formal lecture with stories of jazz icons and rock legends. He laughed about embaressing himself in front of Joss Stone and spending a week with Hugh Masekela talking about 'pussy', and i couldnt help but be drawn in by his mad-hatter demanour and rock and roll roadie attitude.
I answered a question of his refenecing one fo the articles in a recent issue of the publication, critising the format and questioning the sentence structure, to which he replied 'that was a bad on my part, I shouldnt have let that through'. It was an odd statement to make by a freelancde journalist, so i looked him up in the indix of the magazine...To my shock...he's the Editor-In-Chief of the whole thing.
Inspiration doesn't come close to covering what's happening in me right now.
Monday, March 12, 2012
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Thursday, February 9, 2012
I have seen roses...
Reminiscing about the day I got my tatoo. I am so in love with and am too eager to get my next. My boyfriend however has decided it's better that I wait a while and enjoy this one before adding another to the family...oh but the wait is killing me. Tell me what you think.
Done at Young Guns in Obz by artist Fabian
Done at Young Guns in Obz by artist Fabian
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Drumroll Please...
He's a magician I presume. An illusionist. Now you see it, now you don't.
The rabbit never left the hat, but we all saw it hop away!
Curious, no?
I've always hated magic. Mystery is my better half.
So why his trick?
It's a mirrors thing. They'll shatter if you sneeze.
Or at least that's the illusion. Subtle. You wouldn't even know.
Brilliant man. An artist.
You'll understand tomorrow. I'm sure it's nothing.
A genius i'd say. Truly something.
Cruel, you ask? Oh no. Now you see it, now you don't. Ask me about the puppeteer.
The smoke is thick. Blink harder this time.
When it clears. And when they stop. He's gone.
Curious, no? Now you see it?
Top hats and candy canes. A ribbon if you're lucky. The sequins are distracting.
Subtle. You wouldn't even know. Genius.
Drumroll Please.
Now you see it...
The rabbit never left the hat, but we all saw it hop away!
Curious, no?
I've always hated magic. Mystery is my better half.
So why his trick?
It's a mirrors thing. They'll shatter if you sneeze.
Or at least that's the illusion. Subtle. You wouldn't even know.
Brilliant man. An artist.
You'll understand tomorrow. I'm sure it's nothing.
A genius i'd say. Truly something.
Cruel, you ask? Oh no. Now you see it, now you don't. Ask me about the puppeteer.
The smoke is thick. Blink harder this time.
When it clears. And when they stop. He's gone.
Curious, no? Now you see it?
Top hats and candy canes. A ribbon if you're lucky. The sequins are distracting.
Subtle. You wouldn't even know. Genius.
Drumroll Please.
Now you see it...
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
When things fall apart...
When things fall apart, remember where it is you stand. Don't be
foolish in your endeavours, and save yourself the strain. You walk alone
forever, and it's best to remember, that when things fall apart, your
head is higher than your heart.
When things fall apart, remember that it's your fault. You let the walls surround you and you caused yourself the strain. You held your breath for falsehoods, and it's best to remember, that when things fall apart, the walls will remain.
When things fall apart, and believe me they will, remember where it is you stand.
When things fall apart, remember that it's your fault. You let the walls surround you and you caused yourself the strain. You held your breath for falsehoods, and it's best to remember, that when things fall apart, the walls will remain.
When things fall apart, and believe me they will, remember where it is you stand.
Friday, January 13, 2012
L is for...
Its a funny thing, love. A treacherous battleground of endless heartache
and defeat. So why do we keep going back? Why do we throw ourselves
headfirst into the rancid, stagnant pool of pain and dejection, of loss
and rejection? Masicist.
Sucker for punishment. Self proclaimed, sucker for punishment. No matter how many times it happens, something in me still yearns to give. Its a wonder there is actually anything left to give. How long until my pool of hope runs dry? Till the bitter drought of defeat rolls in? I know how hard it is for me to say love, but to feel it comes so natural, not to say that, that is easy too. How is it possible that i can want so strongly for the gratification of another soul needing mine, while i havent even mended the fragmented shards of whats left of it?
Wanna know what makes it worse? The media. Before you say anything i know, i know. I probably sound like my grandmother when i say that, but lets be honest. How many times a day are we fed delusions of love and happiness through film, poster, book and tv show? How many times do we have to fall from the euphoric high point we were set on by the depiction of love we are fed, that is no where near reality. Edward Cullen? Honestly. Capulets and Monatgues? Not really. How many times do i have to fall before it actually sinks in that it is never going to happen like that. That no man will ever go to the ends of the earth for me, or slay dragons and battle an army of a thousand ships? Who does that? Wanna kow? Can you handle the answer? Lemme tell you then. No one. Thats right. You heard me. No one.
I am fully aware of the fact, but i still cant convince my heart to sit still. how many times do i have to do this? How many times do i have to wallow in the agony of self mutilation, because lets be honest, thats all this is. Mutilation.
They dont deserve me, and yet i lower my standards and requirements, so that they might come close. To make it easier to be loved. Is that not the most vile thing you have ever heard? To degrade oneself so that suitors may have an easier time of seductiopn? Sadistic.
I'm a sucker for punishment. Dont rub it in.
Sucker for punishment. Self proclaimed, sucker for punishment. No matter how many times it happens, something in me still yearns to give. Its a wonder there is actually anything left to give. How long until my pool of hope runs dry? Till the bitter drought of defeat rolls in? I know how hard it is for me to say love, but to feel it comes so natural, not to say that, that is easy too. How is it possible that i can want so strongly for the gratification of another soul needing mine, while i havent even mended the fragmented shards of whats left of it?
Wanna know what makes it worse? The media. Before you say anything i know, i know. I probably sound like my grandmother when i say that, but lets be honest. How many times a day are we fed delusions of love and happiness through film, poster, book and tv show? How many times do we have to fall from the euphoric high point we were set on by the depiction of love we are fed, that is no where near reality. Edward Cullen? Honestly. Capulets and Monatgues? Not really. How many times do i have to fall before it actually sinks in that it is never going to happen like that. That no man will ever go to the ends of the earth for me, or slay dragons and battle an army of a thousand ships? Who does that? Wanna kow? Can you handle the answer? Lemme tell you then. No one. Thats right. You heard me. No one.
I am fully aware of the fact, but i still cant convince my heart to sit still. how many times do i have to do this? How many times do i have to wallow in the agony of self mutilation, because lets be honest, thats all this is. Mutilation.
They dont deserve me, and yet i lower my standards and requirements, so that they might come close. To make it easier to be loved. Is that not the most vile thing you have ever heard? To degrade oneself so that suitors may have an easier time of seductiopn? Sadistic.
I'm a sucker for punishment. Dont rub it in.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Mon cher fils...
Je pense à toi tous les jours, tellement ça
fait mal. Je ne pouvais pas à nu pour vous laisser dans le noir plus longtemps,
vous devez connaître la vérité sur votre passé solitaire.
Ton père et moi avons rencontré lorsque
j'étais très jeune. Il était beau et charmant et tout ce qu'une jeune fille
puisse rêver. Il m'a fait sentir spécial quand il m'a parlé, et j'ai été
impressionné par son intelligence. Il était tellement plus vieux que moi,
j'aurais dû savoir qu'il ne durerait pas. Nous nous sommes enfuis ensemble, et peu
de temps après il a changé. Il n'était plus l'homme qui m'avait courtisé quand
nous étions jeunes. Il est devenu lointain et passait ses journées dans cette
étude sombre de son, en s'entourant de livres. J'ai essayé de partir, mais j'ai
réalisé que j'étais enceinte, et pensé qu'il valait mieux rester, pour l'amour
de vous. Il m'a pris au piège, vous devez comprendre. J'étais jeune et envie
d'être libre.
Le jour vint où je ne pouvais plus supporter
d'être dans une telle maison isolée. J'ai fait nos valises, et s'apprêtait à
partir, mais il m'a pris au piège, me forçant à vous laissez derrière vous. Cet
homme charmant n'existait plus, et je n'avais pas d'autre choix que d'aller,
sans vous.
Je me rends compte maintenant de la solitude
de votre vie doit avoir été, et pour cela je suis profondément désolé.
Pardonnez-moi mon enfant. S'il vous plaît sais que je n'ai jamais oublié de
vous, et de continuer à long pour vous tous les jours. Restez bien, ta mère.
-Kenny Jules Morifi-Winslow
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