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Monday 8 June 2015

THE NASTY OLD EXPAT


Don't you find it totally unsurprising that so many sanctimonious puff pieces "bigging up" South Africa while simultaneously slagging off the expat detractors who actually might have a legitimate gripe with their erstwhile homeland, are written by uber wealthy douchebags who are as remote from the coal face of South Africa's troubles as the distant émigrés they're criticising? 
My wife recently read me another one of these consummately vapid articles and I confess to having vomited in my mouth just a little when this saccharin bilge just struck such a disingenuous chord. 
I've always been an advocate of telling the truth - trying to call it as it is - yet it's evident every day that individual "truth" is subjectively formed by our individual life experiences and the reality that creates for us. And in no way is a corporate mogul's reality anything close to the daily grind of the people who still suffer the challenge of simply putting food on their family's table while facing the rigours brought about by uninsulated shack-dwelling, an absence of potable water or piped sewage or electricity. It's great when ESKOM's service delivery doesn't really affect you - well you can't bitch about something you've never had. Or can you? Maybe they're the ones who should be bitching louder and more vigorously than those whose service is continuously interrupted and who're subsidising the freeloaders who enjoy the interrupted service while not paying a cent for it. 
"We've been through worse and we'll get through this," this article bleats, as if this person is representative of the suffering masses and has been toyi-toying with a mob of underprivileged shack dwellers in protest against invisible service delivery. 
The resilience of South Africans - sure. The smiling faces - sure. The upbeat attitudes despite the most enduring adversity - of course, that's what I love about Saffers. We all do. 
So shouldn't these holier-than-thou pricks be cutting the expats some slack for having left, these resilient ne'er say die, upbeat people? I mean just how much pressure must there have been for such people to have resorted to emigration when they are effectively going against the very ethos of their being? 
The writers of such articles might not be according sufficient credence to the ordeals of the expats, certainly not while they're still sitting in their electrified security residences enjoying the seamless power from the standby generator and UPS system as they monitor the rise or fall of their diverse stock portfolio. All things that the beleaguered masses obviously face on a daily basis. Fuck, I hope the ANC don't impose sanctions against Israel coz that might mean I can't get that specific brand of tinned goods and that would be a total disaster. Hell, I might have to import the stuff myself in that case. 
The intimidated, hapless souls being beaten to a pulp for daring to speak out against the ruling regime or considering a change of allegiance in an upcoming general election, are most decidedly unconcerned about Israeli canned products and ESKOM tariffs as they harvest firewood in their irresponsible contribution toward global carbon dioxide emissions. The bastards! 
People leave and have left South Africa for a host of reasons and while perhaps most of them might be construed to have "negative" connotations, that can equally be seen as a positive move (and it is) as it means they're sacrificing for what they believe will be better than the situation in which they currently find themselves. 
I grant you this - many of the disadvantage souls still suffering at the hands of the "liberating" regime would give their last handful of pap to have a chance at a life elsewhere. But they'll never realise that eventuality as we all know. 
So, Mr Bigwig, please don't presume to speak for South Africans either at home or abroad. 
We aren't there because we elect to not be there - period. But that doesn't negate our right to an opinion of the place and if that opinion is couched in negative terms then so be it. As stated before - telling the truth is the only real way to be fair or representative of South African society - anyone can blow smoke and put spin on any situation and when you've got a vested interest in internal and foreign investment, this too is a good driver and motivation for positive spin. 
Nobody is saying South Africa is a shit place. It isn't. Nobody is saying South Africans are horrible, violent people - on the whole they're not, they're just the opposite. 
But what we are saying is that the maligning of the safety found in the so called nanny states to which many emigrate isn't founded either and if that's to be done then it should be fair to ask if the puff-piece writers consider it to be normal for a society to endure around 47 murders per day and upward of 120 reported rapes on a daily basis. 
That isn't simply a challenge to be overcome, that's indicative of a seriously flawed and I'd go as far as to say, a broken society. 
But the hypocritical dickwad sitting in his Ivory tower typing away on his MacBook Air isn't affected by those stats in his world in the same way that the people who elected to move to a safer environment are no longer affected by it. And if the decision to move  elsewhere is what was needed for those people to attain that status then good luck to them I say. 
We moved away for entirely different reasons but it's safe to say we weren't unaffected by violent crime - we had our share of that. 
For us, what was most compelling was the simple fact that the governing party for which I'd harboured high hopes when Mandela and Mbeki had been at the helm, had been systemically usurped by a new, insidious agenda from within, spearheaded by Zuma's nepotistic cabal and they had merely succeeded in eroding the ethos of the party in favour of disingenuous and wholly self-serving agendas at the expense of the populace while simultaneously and covertly fomenting unrest and arguably as much racial tension as obtained under apartheid. 
They've had my support and my pound of flesh and we've endured the good, the bad and the ugly for a very long time and it was simply right for a change. 
Any expat has, by default, lived, loved and endured South Africa generally for a fair portion of their lives and as such have the right to an opinion on the place whether they live there now or not. Most émigrés that I know have made enormous sacrifices when leaving their homeland - it's been the hardest decision they've ever made and for the most part (ourselves included), they're not necessarily walking seamlessly into cushy jobs. They're starting their lives from scratch often jobless and watching any savings they might have had when selling up to leave, disappear as they reestablish their lives in a new culture while trying to meet the rigorous demands of work visa requirements. Notwithstanding the fact that the Rand hasn't exactly helped those transitions in any way at all. 
And I'll warrant that many of those expats are better placed to offer a more realistic "coalface" take on the country than some privileged yuppie who's condescendingly placing judgement on them. 
Don't diss the place unfairly, sure but don't pretend to be something you're not and that the county isn't going through upheaval and crisis and that it's a normal society in which the majority of its citizens feel safe and are content. 
That's pure fiction, I'm afraid. 
I will always love South Africa but I certainly won't pretend it's something it isn't. I sincerely hope the people remaining there have the will and the stamina to turn it around, for radical change is certainly what it needs, not some head-in-the-sand sanctimonious fantasising from behind a laptop. 
So simply put to all those who continue to slag us expats - fuck right off! 




Saturday 6 June 2015

BUSHWHACKERY OR OBAMANATION - DIFFERENT FLAVOURS OF THE SAME DISH?



Democracy isn't the competition it's made out to be with such and such political party opposing the other one. It's all part of the system of delivering the same, or very similar, legislation and governance over the masses while maintaining the illusion that the electorate actually has a say in that governance.  
In the case of the "conservative" Republican administration of GW Bush versus the "liberal" Democratic one of Obama, it was only the delivery and the form of criticism that adopted different flavours, however, the political agendas are essentially the same. At least with Bush, it was overtly obvious that he was a dictatorial scumbag who had a desire to start a war in the Middle East based on a contrived premise. And he did. The rest, as they say...
Obama's security goons have taken the deception and subterfuge to a whole new level as they've utilised modern technology to obfuscate, spy (mostly on their own citizens), mislead and generally augment their smorgasbord of dirty tricks while stonewalling the "real" media who've attempted to report on their covert agendas. Charismatic, articulate presidents do not an ethical democracy make. Obama has proven this beyond any reasonable doubt as evidenced by the outcry from the US media as his being the most opaque administration in that country's history. Unfortunately, much of the mainstream media has simply become Obama's bitch and are an integral part of the problem. 
Simply put, our governments deceive us and lie to us as a matter of course and only when caught out do they offer up excuses or what they euphemistically like to call explanations and rationale for their insidious behaviour, the hoary old chestnut of which is usually - in the public interest and/or in the interest of national security, which is obviously why it was so confidential in the first place. 
So what they've done here is set the precedent that it's okay to be untruthful if the situation warrants it, which always puts me in mind of Nicholson's iconic line in A Few Good Men: "You can't handle the truth!" to which we must all say: "Try us or at least let us make an informed decision about that!" 
I know it's not just me but that most people I know have the feeling that the politicos who have been elected to public office seem, somehow to be the enemy or at the very least, disdainful of the people whose asses they kissed to put them there. 
And that simply isn't the way it should be. 
We don't need a change of party at the elections. We need a change of system. This one just ain't working. 

Wednesday 3 June 2015

Inexplicable thermally inspired human behaviour - aka Hot And Cold




Inexplicable thermally inspired human behaviour 

I first noticed this phenomenon as a data centre infrastructure project manager way back in the 80's - the innate and inexplicable inability of clients (read: people) to discern environmental thermal variations. 
Let me explain.
A data centre is a big, self-contained, self-regulating box in which all the computer servers that run a business or indeed the world we know, are housed and protected. Here these myriad processing or networking devices sit in stacks in row upon row of cabinets so inevitably they are producing heat as they go about their business. You've felt the heat from the fan at the base of your laptop or your desktop computer - well imagine hundreds, sometimes thousands of those all huddled in one room cumulatively discharging their hot air into the surrounding space 365 days of the year nonstop. It gets hot in there pretty quickly.
So there's an obvious need for temperature control in the data centre or the devices, robust as they most certainly are, would eventually overheat and malfunction with potentially disastrous consequences - erm...a banking network might go offline, your local ATM might shut down, your search engine application might crash and so on...
But that isn't the point.
Machines, like humans, operate at optimal efficiency under ideal conditions and the temperature at which they'd set the thermostats in the early data centres was around 19 or 20ºC which is the desired average return-air temperature at which the air conditioning units operate - in other words, much colder air (say around 14 or 15ºC) would be supplied (usually underfloor or via ducting) by numerous cooling units to the inlets of the servers and the heated air discharging from the back of them would return to the cooling units to be cooled down again in a perpetual cycle. There was a permanent heat source (the servers) and a permanent cooling source and both ran 24/7.
Now for humans, (and of course it varies) the optimal temperature at which we feel most comfortable - Goldilocks syndrome - not too hot, not too cold  just right - is around 23 or 24ºC.
So just imagine, if you will, a data centre that is operating continuously at an average temperature of 19ºC. In summer in South Africa where the daily average temperature is around 28 - 30ºC, walking into a 19ºC environment is going to feel very cool. After a while, if you're just sitting or standing in there, it begins to feel cold.
Conversely, when in winter the average outdoor temperature may be as low as 6 or 7ºC, 19ºC actually feels "warm". But it isn't - it's still just 19ºC. It's us who are simply being subjected to lower ambient temperatures thus the sudden influence of another 11º of "warmth" has an immediate and significant effect on us.
But the pinnacle of terrestrial evolution seemed incapable of working that out, even when the handily placed thermostats in the data centre read 19ºC. The facilities operator, having just walked in from a bracing winter morning of 7ºC feels HOT. Ergo: the room is hot, ergo: the systems are about to crash, ergo: he must log a call with the data centre support contractors responsible for the cooling system because clearly it's broken..
I cannot recall how many times I received nuisance calls under such circumstances where I would slowly yet patiently go through the routine of asking the obvious questions:
Are there any alarms on the HVAC units? 
No...
What is the temperature reading on the thermostat displays? 
19ºC...
Are there any alarms on the servers themselves? 
No...
Do you know what the present ambient temperature in Joburg is? 
Um - not sure - maybe around 8 degrees...
And the computer room is 11 degrees above that right?
Yeah....?
Well, that's all you're feeling - the difference between 8 and 19 degrees of temperature.
Right?
So there's no problem.
But it's HOT in the computer room....
(Patiently) No, it isn't. It's nineteen degrees in there - it just feels HOT because it's very COLD outside...
Huh? No, it's HOT in there....
Well if you wish us to despatch a technician to verify that the data centre temp is nineteen degrees, it's going to cost you money unnecessarily. 
But it's HOT in the data centre...
And so it would go on.
Then there are the office workers who exist in another reality altogether. They suddenly discard all rationality as winter arrives when they have to brave 7ºC between the house and the car or the walk to the station then again between station and office. No longer is 23 or 24ºC the optimal temperature for them - now this has been promoted to 30ºC or higher and everything in the office building has to be set up that way. Alternatively local heaters are set up close by and they slowly roast themselves over several hours like chickens in a broiler.
It's beyond any rational comprehension. HVAC systems have to work overtime and the heating bills skyrocket.
It's the same in the car - the heater is set to maximum because that's why there is a maximum right?
I would visit office buildings in South Africa on winter mornings where instant sweating would be induced in these hot, oppressive spaces but where women (mostly) would be wandering around in this 30º environment still huddled in jackets and scarves, wooly pants, boots and so on. It used to blow my mind - still does.
And then you head into the city on that winter evening and the very same women are parading around in skimpy outfits for the sake of the latest fashion trend with nary a goosebump to be seen while you, dressed like Nanuk of the North, are freezing your ass off.
Go figure.