My history with blogs stretches more than seven years back. I was still in high school, and already addicted to the internet. I was a regular in the imusic chatroom during the evenings, and, during the day I was living a strange double life inside my head where my thoughts revolved around the people behind the nicknames - people I've never met and never will. I haven't got the slightest idea what happened to them. They are somewhere on this planet, either dead or alive. i have no idea.
During this same time, I stumbled across my first blog. I had no idea that there was a name for writing of this kind, I just happened upon a site called tummyache.com (don't bother going there, it's now a medical site dealing with, well, tummyaches and the likes). I cannot remember the name of the girl who was the author of the site, but I soon became addicted to her online diary, reading my way through her life, her dreams, her obsession and disappointments. she worked in a book store somewhere in the
During my possibly pointless research into japan and everything that comes with the island, I started surfing the blogs of some JET kids, people who are in
My second real blog addiction only started a month or so ago, something I came across while searching for JET blogs. Very well written, thoroughly entertaining (I keep thinking - damn this is better than reality tv), and frequently updated (as in 4 to 5 times a day, sometimes even more).. all the ingredients required to produce a blog that hooks. I'm not going to get into detail about this femme's blog, i'll put it up as a link one day one day when i actually have my own blog.
then what is this?
This is me, so enamoured with the idea of blogging (that comment alone should warn that i'm a geek at heart) that I'm writing my first post without a connection to the www, and without an existing blog. I've got this crap but trusty pentium 233 that always has notepad open and some essay in the making. Most of them I send off as emails to a hand-picked selection of cyber friends. The rest sit in my "arb crap" folder. when I die, I'd like all my words to be printed and cremated with me. But for the time being, it's relatively safe on my outdated harddrive, and it keeps me busy during the evenings.
I do have a social life, but i need to drive to get there. Currently, I'm staying in Bronkhorstspruit (try typing that really fast),
this is how I know I have way too much free time on my hands - Applications for the JET programme has not even opened yet, and I'm already posting in my blog that doesn't exist to keep people updated with the life that I do not even lead. I've already decided which books I'll take with to
1) Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance (Robert M. Pirzig *note - confirm later) - because I only read the first forty pages before giving up, and I think it's an essential read. Must get own copy first.
2) The tao of health, sex & longevity by Daniel Reid - because this book will go wherever I go. It's a user manual to the human body, and my bible. It's wonderful for referencing. You say your kidneys hurt? Wait, lemme see, hmm yes you need to drink some cucumber and beet smoothies, off you go. Next!
3) Atlas shrugged, We the living, and Fountainhead by Anne Ryand - The fact that's it is three books is a technicality. If i count them seperately, I won't have space for
4) An Afrikaans book - If i'm gonna be stuck on a little island where I don't even know whether I'm in the male of female toilets, i'd like to have some reading in my mother tongue. It's a beautiful language, a bit rough around the edges, but jam-packed with onomatopoeia, which makes for delicious reading (and even better writing).
5) Application for position still open.
as a disclaimer - I chose to write in English because it is the language of the world, and the Net that binds it together. I prefer Afrikaans, but in case there's some wool-headed girl out there trying to blogspot some JET writings, I'd like to make this understandable, world-wide. The thought that I'm a vernacular traitor is made redundant by the fact that there a few blogs that I desperately wanted to read, but couldn't, because they were in freaking french or ali baba language. So yes, for your reading convenience this blog is dubbed into the language of microsoft and google, the language that is supposed to unite the world, the language i'm planning to use as my excuse to go chill in the East.
9 comments:
Hey!v Thanks for the trip down memory lane. I guess you're still coming this weekend? Whoo-hoo!
Skuus, ek moet my tweede taal n bietjie oefen omdat ek hoef nie om dit te vergeet nie. As jy elke van daardie Ayne Rand boeke bring sal jou bagasie te swaar wees! Jy moes teveel geld betaal om hulle met die lugdiens te bring! Dis mooi om n ander Sefrikin se blog te lees. Aangename kennis en jammer vir die kak Afrikaans!
:) you said you'd do it
So, which Afrikaans Book are you taking with you?
My hele book skedule het verander
eintlink het ek nog nie veel daaraan gedink nie
sal eers sien wanneer ek pak
maar ek sal die boek van waarmee ek currently besig is
(wat 10:1 Sophie's world gaan wees, want ek't nou
The devil & Miss Prym
tussen-in gedruk vir 'n bietjie
easily-absorbable enlightenment)
So, op die stadium.. geen.
Yes, maar dit antw nie my vraag nie. Watse AFRIKAANSE BOEK vat jy saam? Ek het vir jou die Saartjie Omnibus as jy belangstel. ;o)
Just to recap..
Aziko Afrikaans books
Sal maar litnet en watkykjy online lees vir my mother-tongue fix.
Een wat jy natuurlik moet take, is Koos Kombuis se Sex, Drugs en Boeremusiek.
Die joys van piracy..
Het 'n groot uitbreiding in Afrikaanse musiek gekry die afgelope week
en "own" my eerste Koos Kombuis.. love songs, Mona Lisa..
Laurika se lirieke
en Chris Chameleon is 'n poet, even deur al daai 7de laan bullshit
Maar lyk my die enigste woorde gaan in mp3 vorm wees
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