Erm, how tardy of me, nearly a year since my last blog, blame it on overload, ban me from cyberspace. Blegh, i've trouble enough thinking up a witty byline for Facebook..and then something equally chin-strokingly mind-bending for Twatter. I barely give Myspace a glance these days and even there some kind of bon-motte is required accompanied with an aptly matching smily-face.
Working full-time again now, two jobs on the go and lets not mention all the other bits n bobs that filter my way after hours. The near two years of 'self-employed' bliss has gone by the wayside, on one hand spurred by a dwindling savings account on on the other by the temptation of doing something fun. It is fun, of course, there's the bloody paperwork that comes with any kind of job. But, I get to meet interesting people, handle lovely merchandise and spend loads of other peoples money!
Oh, what am I doing : well, I have a 3-day a week job as African art buyer, handling books and music as well; the remaining two days I'm plying the old trade of visual-merchandising again. Whilst, any time left over, scribbling and doodling away at illustrations and cartoons.
Phew!
It's good to be out amongst people again!
I also get to read some damn fine literature, I've become a bit of a fan of travelogues, whether its Ewen McGregor slogging through Russia on a motorbike or Dana Snyman wandering around mostly Southern Africa chasing down elusive tales.
Which brings me to the ranty bit o' the blog. We have it too easy, this internet thing and all, we, at a flick of a mouse button can visit, research, query anything we want. We don't ever actually see it or experience it and yet, can hold ourselves expert at whatever it is...'cos we read it on the net. Digital philosophers, I guess, able at an instant to pull some meaningful quote (often completely out of context btw) or some fact and figure (also out of context) to back an idea, a thought, an ideal drawn out of the back of the swivel chair. Few and far between are the folk who go out, grip the information along with the dirt of the road. Few are the people who are making tales and adventures instead of piggybacking someone else's - which, more often than not are piggybacked in the first place. Its so terribly easy to slag a person, a people, an ideal off when sitting in the comfort of your swivel chair, looking at it from one side, your side, the side that 's been carefully built up with endless half truths, skewed perception and unbalanced fact, from the net, the net that's never wrong.
Blah, anyway, aint that what I'm doing now...?
As you were....
