Pilachi_Sketch [ BLOG ]

There is a lot to be said about cycling.

A little over a week ago in a euphoric post-bailando high, I bought a bicycle… and have found it to be the most joyful release… solo, unrestrained, unencumbered, listening to music on random… riding alongside cars stuck in gridlock traffic… feeling on top of the world.

So this shall be my new bromide. The new passionate release. Read more

I wrote this post on the weekend and was unable to put it online before our night for planned loadshedding.

It started like this…

There is a common saying in Jamaica that one is given a “basket to carry water.” It is usually used in reference to situations wherein one is asked to do the impossible… or make an impossible situation work… or is given insufficient resources to carry out a task. Given the state of affairs in Jamaica, it is easy to see why this is such a common phrase.

Is this a negative thing? Well, as a result of being given baskets to carry water, Jamaicans have arisen as some of the most innovative people… to levels of acclaim and also of ill repute. Giving rise to the term “bandoolu” and the discussion that some people are such thieves that they can “use a lime to steal milk out of coffee.”

Why is any of this significant? Read more

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For many years I have written about myself in the voice of a female character.

A few years ago, I started to write with “[words in braces]” to depict the inner-rational-male thought processes.

Now I think it is time to have the two voices converge… to have both internal and external dialogue confront each other in a third person conversation. Why not.

Explore a new narrative technique and see where it takes you.

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[there are three stories being told at the same time in the "distended" monologue; one of passion, one of lethargy, and one of depression]… oh wait, no those are all the same story. Carry on.

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Depression is a sub-urban condition… density without intensity.

A bit like a rebel without an urge: anger without enthusiasm.

So what is passion? The confluence embraced and expressed unabashedly.

get busy living.

So everything should be smooth sailing; everything should be progressing on an even keel… all things should be peachy, rosy and squeeky clean. In actuality most things are. This is the best life has ever been… [well, not really].

The feeling could not be shaken… that bundled, latent, passionate repression.

That active-inactivity marked by a surging painful lump. A lump of coal, unlit, unburnt, unactuated, furious intensity waiting for that spark.

“This is a part of the process I guess”… she thought | he said; [but there is a new process taking place]… a new dynamic… it could not be shaken… he wanted to speak out, she wanted to shout out, one of them –[they could not decide which]– wanted to “go tell it on the mountain… over the hills and everywhere”… but… there was a but; there is always a but.

He said she was the only one going through this… and it was tearing their shattered dissonance further. And they were unanimously, interweaving-ly unspoken in a fractured silence.

He remembered that the descent into madness was slow and discerning… or so he was told.
The conflict descended into a pattern of chaos… where internal variables erratically focused on distended basins of attraction. what the fuck man! what the hey!

I feel so… oh how I feel…[she said]
…like flat soda; the James Bond type… shaken, not stirred.

New content is being uploaded to the Zuar Design Studio site. Zuarjarrett.com was designed a few years ago [using the moniker sekanidesign.com... the precursor to pilachi.com] as a portfolio site for an emerging architect and colleague in Jamaica. Now, with new project content, a few more than a few things have changed.

Updates should be completed in a week or so… provided there is sufficient time to focus on the update.

Slower than mol-asses, not that I have anything against Moll Flanders, the galleryjamaica website was updated again. Were puns intended? Not really.

According to George Orwell, [according to Debbie Millman's account of an un-named essay written by George Orwell]
We write for one of four reasons:

1. For Historical impulse… the desire to see things as they are and to find truth through facts.

2. For Political Purpose… which aims to alter the ideas that society should strive for.

3. Aesthetic Enthusiasm… or the desire to share an experience which one feels is valuable.

4. Sheer Egoism… with the goal of seeming clever, to be admired or to be talked about.

Go georgey-boy… your colors are like my dreams.

Ego thy name is blog; ergo, thy name is blog… so enthuse your asm. Seek the truth and seek it ever, cast it on the bill.

Was that clever? Not particularly; nor shall it influence public decision anytime soon. Wait for it…

Auntie-Climax: you don’t want to know.

Why is there so much fodder on this website, rather than actual convincing design and development documentation? This is a process of design that has lead to some particularly interesting results. For instance… why search for ideas in open fields and in fleeting streets with fruit bowls and bananas waiting to be painted until they are immortalized in faux ceramic dishes.

Does that make any sense? Not at all… and that is the point. Read more

It is funny that I keep referring to the blog entry that I deleted; perhaps this is one of those instances where you can only know whether you have done the right thing once you have done it. So, I know for the next time, not to delete. Does this also apply to censorship? and editing? choice in general?
Well… what about omission?

There is one blog entry about a dream that I chose not to write, about two or three weeks ago… Read more

So a very strange series of events took place this evening as I began to question in the usual… should I jump off this bridge, knowing fully well that once I jump I cant really jump back up… moment that precedes a major turning point in life.

The water came to me in a very strange moment. I went to a bar (that I was asked to re-design)… and sat there watching Nigeria play Ghana in a friendly football match in London, (presented by the television station that I was asked to design)… in the presence of a prospective client (who shortlisted me based on a recent design)… all while an associate in the company’s law firm walks up… to see how things are going.

Why is this strange? Why not.

It is a strange world of interconnectedness. Life is funny like that though. It helps to refocus you when you are wavering. Read more