Archive for February, 2009

Introducing Pastor Joseph

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

Yeah, fuck this whole “recap” thing I was trying for. I am not organized enough to post often enough to actually do a recap just because I missed a week … especially seeing as I started this whole “recap” thing three weeks ago.

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Pastor Joe

A few weeks back (see rant immediately above this graph for an explanation of why it’s just being posted now) a friend doing an internship asked if I could help her with an article for her program, Spice4Life (which has nothing to do with Dune). She needed photos of a guy they were profiling - Pastor Joseph - who organizes and runs soup kitchens for children in several of the townships.

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smr_00661Pastor Joseph basically does rounds gathering food from farmers selling at local markets and larger marketing groups which give away some of the extra food they don’t sell. Children are given some form of stew, bread, fruit … probably more food than many of them will see in the majority of the week. The way Pastor Joseph explains it, if you take the time to sit down, talk to the children, talk to their families, get to know their situation properly, there simply isn’t food (not “isn’t enough food”, there just “isn’t food“). The parent’s can’t feed their children.

I’m going to try and continue to go around with Pastor Joseph when I have spare time. I’d like to take this story wherever it goes … I don’t know exactly where that is. I’d like to expand it beyond the soup kitchens and will likely try and use this as a way to get more informed on the actual situation in the townships. Hell, I’ll probably even go to church with Pastor Joseph one of these Sundays, just to get a sense of it all.

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For the record: I’m not doing this because I feel I can help these kids, or anyone in this level of poverty. Pastor Joseph does that kind of thing. I do have the occasional moral dilemma about whether or not I should be trying to help with the level of poverty I’ve seen since being here. But that’s not what I do. I just take pictures.

Recap, part 2 of … fuckin’ infinite: We Don’t Need No Paddle

Monday, February 16th, 2009

Jesus, I’m going to need to do a recap of all the shit that’s happened in the time it takes me to write these recaps … of course, this blog is kind of just a consistent recap, so I don’t know why I’m singling these specific entries out as a “recap” … I probably shouldn’t over think this.

Up The Creek

Up The Creek

Last weekend (great, now I need to catch up the blog on all the shit from this week) I went with some other interns to Up The Creek, possibly the coolest music festival I’ve been to. Tiny and calm, with a lax (see: no) drinking policy, a nice creek, good music, and people who seem to just genuinely not give a shit; this is the kind of festival I could go back to regularly.

Whose shoes are these?

Whose shoes are these?


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Drunken debauchery and the like.

Drunken debauchery and the like.

As it was, I didn’t take out my camera much after the first night of the weekend (where the group I was with stayed at a nearby hostel). We got in late and starving, and couldn’t get the braai started (eventually, yes, but I was impatient) so we decided to ahve some of the sausages we’d bought. But there was no oil to start cooking them in, so we had to improvise (see: use #2,481 for beer). And they came out delicious. And then the braai was started, and that was delicious. And a few drinks later … well, let’s just say we were drunk enough to create a game using the billiard table and call it Snooha. Yeah.

Meet Puff

Meet Puff

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Start the next day off nice and calmly, with putt-putt golf and inflating the new member of our crew: Puff (best impulse buy EVER).

smr_0092There’s not too much that stuck out during the day - just a good relaxing weekend. For anyone who’s interested (and has access to semi-local South African bands): The Blues Broers, The Rudimentals, Tidal Waves. All fantastic. The Blues Broers hadn’t performed in ten years and they were, without doubt, the best blues I’ve heard. EVER. Yes, they were good. Very good. Very very good.

Admittedly, this post has a very specific purpose: to reassure anyone who might be thinking otherwise that I DO SOMETHING OTHER THAN JUST WORKING (depsite what it might seem)!

Post-trip sandle shot

Post-trip sandle shot

Recap, part 1 of … something: Wine Day

Thursday, February 12th, 2009

From my Twitter account:
Woohoo, wine day! It’s like real work, but involves drinking! 9:43 AM Feb 4th from web

Wine

Wine

From my Twitter account
Wine day did not go as expected. No drinking and lots of fire … and didn’t get off work till after midnight. 11:51 PM Feb 5th from web

Not wine

Not wine

It’s been a week since this happened … suppose that just means I’ve been busy, which is nice. Still.

Yeah, I was manual focusing.  Bitch, what?

Yeah, I was manual focusing. Bitch, what?


This was more interesting than the non-blurred version.

This was more interesting than the non-blurred version.

It was a long day. Abnormally long, with little down time. Oh, how I wish every day could be like that:
9.00 - Morning paper. Wait for assignments. Think that half the day will be spent like this.
10.00 - Wine assignment. Shoot Groot Constantia for a multi-photo story (in the end it was only two photos … cunts).
13.30 - Come back, start filing. Get sent out to take photos of a market just across the street. So I shoot from a window in the office.
15.30 - Start filing. Figure it’s time to grab food, seeing as I haven’t eaten today. Grab food at the canteen.
16.30 -First bite into dinner, Ian runs in saying that there’s a fire in Stellenbosch. Do I know how to use the laptop to file remotely? Yes. Okay. Go with the even-newer-guy. Don’t eat any more. Fuck.
21.00 - Back to the office, smelling of braai. People in Stellenbosch are insane. They didn’t stop playing cricket, despite the air being replaced by thick orange smoke. Everyone we saw was jogging. Not to leave, but for exercise.
21.30 - What’s that? The roof of the gym of the university in Stellenbosch is on fire? So it’s threatening buildings? Yeah, I just finished filing. I’ll go with Jeffrey to cover it more.
1.30Well, that was a load of crap. Why would the roof of a modern building be on fire? Should’ve thought of that … Still, it was pretty. Bed … I don’t care if I still smell of smoke.

Hmm … odd how that turned into an internal monologue.

Here’s the photo that ran in the Argus the next day (Times ran a shitty one from a freelancer, despite the fact that mine were filed in time. Punks):

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The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn. I had it stuck in my head the whole fucking time.

Feelings of Impending Doom

Friday, February 6th, 2009
Elvis watches the horses at the J+B Met

Elvis watches the horses at the J+B Met

It’s going to take me half an hour just to transfer all these fucking photos.

So I’m trying to figure out how to go about this, because it’ll probably happen again: it’s been a busy week, which means I have lots of photos and not a lot of time to update. I’ve already ruled out just putting up a few shots from everything I’ve done: several of the assignments were boring as shit, and I don’t want to waste my time.

So I suppose I’ll just aggregate (is that the word I think it is?) a few photos that I’m pleased with. Except that I did do a little thinking and have a coherent thought I want to put out. And that doesn’t fit too well with just random photos … crap.

My thoughts: I seem to have adopted a tendency to expect the worst. As a kid I recall being horribly pessimistic, and I seem to have retained a fair bit of cynicism. More importantly, I have some kind of anxiety which I blatantly ignore on an emotional level, but it constantly pollutes my thoughts with the most dire outcome to a given situation:

That loud thunder-like noise? Must be a bomb in the middle of the city.
All that smoke? Cape Town’s going up in flames.
Haven’t received a response email for a whole three days (KATHLEEN, E-MAIL ME SO I KNOW YOU’RE ALIVE)? The recipient must’ve been kidnapped and is currently undergoing torture too horrible to imagine.
That rash? Leprosy.
That smell? Agent Orange.

You get the idea.

This might surprise some people, as I like to think that I come off as a remotely level-headed person most of the time, and not a screaming loon pronouncing the imminent Apocalypse. Maybe I have that wrong.

The point of all this is to qualify my thoughts on the coming elections (the South African one, as opposed to the American one which is, you know, done). If you don’t know recent South African history go look on Wikipedia or something. For the first time since the democratization of South Africa there’s a legitimate second party (Cope) contesting the current ruling party (the ANC).

Head of the IFP

Head of the IFP

My inclination as an American is to think that the politics will be rather anti-climactic and (avoiding a poli-sci spiel, here) the ruling party will win due to apathy. But there’s a factor here that I’m not used to: blood. Lots of fucking blood. Spilt less than 20 years ago. The family’s that saw the violence are still here, and there have been recent reports of minor conflicts in townships (though if they’re explicitly politically motivated isn’t specified). It didn’t hit me ’til I started reading the Bang Bang Club that a lot of the major players are still here. For fuck sake, I took pictures of the head of the IFP just last week (ed. note: In no way am I claiming that Mangosuthu Bulthelezi is directly responsible for any violence. Just wanna make it clear that apartheid and the apartheid violence is not too far removed from the currently political climate).

So … I don’t know where all these thoughts really lead. I guess this election is something of a test for South Africa: has the country progressed to the point where people are just destroyed by the typical machine of political corruption and cruelty or are they still going to be killed by machetes? And I know it’s horrible, but part of me wants to see it get hectic. I know it’s wrong to want something horrible to happen, to always expect the worst is going to happen, but I guess that’s just part of my personality. So … shit.

Sorry for the text-heavy post. Next one will just be photos (vis-a-vis Vic’s photo round-ups, except entirely egotistical and just my photos). Promise. Look, another picture!

sr0_0133For the record: I’m not implying that this guitar was directly responsible for any of the violence at the end of apartheid, either. Just keepin’ it safe.

Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

I was up until 3 a.m. last night trying to get my laundry dry and I just didn’t have the patience to put anything up here at that moment.

I’m now sitting in minty-fresh smelling (well, okay, not the “minty” part) clothes, with the odd realization that over half my pants now have holes in them. Which will be a problem for work tomorrow.

I’ll try and organize my thoughts and put up something coherent in a few hours.

I try not to start every paragraph with “I”.

I hear sirens and am having trouble containing the desire to go chase them.