Image
I’ve been sick. I am sick, but I’m getting better. I hope I’m on track for SF. It’s hard to think when you’re sick. Images are ajumble and you need to rest on the crutch of stuff you’ve thought before. I’m writing out some musing and explicit mind-changing here:
Ek kan glas eet, dit kan my nie seermaak nie.
Image: Citius, Altius, Fortius. A child could tell you what that means. They’d be fascinated. Image: muscle-headed individualists. Because I see too much drug abuse, too many neurotic, vicarious parents, too much money, too many muscle-bound manly men running alone. Because I favour brains and community. Image: Aboriginal children, involved in sport, forgoing petrol sniffing. Inspiration.
The images flip flop and mutate. Hong Kong, though now part of China, has a distinct identity from China; possibly it will become of prime importance in the transmutation of nation states. Taiwan is another possible element; but today the world allows its image to be dictated by China. 25 years ago the world created an image of East Timor that allowed it to be invaded by Indonesia; today our government makes totalitarian moves to keep that past image intact, though it supports what would seem to be an inimical image today.
Do any of us have the right to control our image? (Coca Cola: image is everything. So don’t bring any Pepsico products into the Olympic Stadium.) Can we, even? Ultimately, no, but in a meaningful sense, yes. Corporations, totalitarians, the close-minded, bullies, they will attempt to and often have the necessary means to succeed. Do we want this? No. How far do we go with this No? Today, I hate copyright. Tomorrow, I wonder what happens to paedophiles in a transparent society.
Piece
The good game
Yesterday: Hockeyroos drew Spain, 1 all.
Tonight: Hockeyroos defeated Argentina, 3 to 1.
I love the conscious game of skill. I love the game of traps. And at the end, I love each player shaking each other’s hand. Good game.