"You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted, I got an attitude of need..."

There's a man that stands in the middle of the road, at the robots at the corner of Jan Smuts avenue and St. Andrews in Johannesburg.
While waiting for the red to merge into green, you notice the way he's just there, an island unto himself.
He doesn't look up, so there's none of that awkward avoiding of eye-contact that usually goes on with the guy who hands out flyers or the woman with her blind companion and enamel cup.
He's so still.
And in a sort of delicate and ironic caricature, he stands there with his pockets turned out, fingers gripping the inner seams, holding the white cloth out like banners, while his eyes drill through the tarmac
Such a clever bugger.
See how he's reversed the roles!
He's ignoring you, but look how at you're seeking him out, wondering about him.
Don't you want to ask him things? Like where his favourite place is and if he eats the same thing every night.
When Adam Duritz bled his words on stage Friday night at the Dome, I wanted to ask him these questions too.
Duritz and the turned-out pocket man, grand canyons apart but their rocks grind down to the same dust for me.
Pocket-man is as much celebrity to me as Duritz is.
While I sing along to the Counting Crows slipping out of my radio, I scan the street for Pocket-man. I want to know about him, things I can't get on rss feed or google.
Like Duritz; who's lit up with more poetry than a cemetery at sunset, I'm sure Pocket-man has words in him too.

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Two writers.
Two continents.
One collaboration.

(That's what they'll put on the movie posters)

But for now, this is the tale of a cartoonist with a knack for rubbing people out.

Meet Raymar Driver.

(And of course, we'll love to hear what you have to say about him.)

when good bloggers go Mac...

Your mother may have warned you about sudden blindness and hair-growth on your palms, but for the first time, I present you with the effects of excessive blogging:



When we're not winning Miss Congeniality contests, we also like to go a bit pop-art:



But we're really just a couple of normal freaks.



Thanks to Concerned MJ and the Ever-Great Waseem for a grand Saturday spent mall-ratting. Honourable mentions to Mak and Jauhara for dropping by. I hope to meet up with the rest of you KZN-lot the next time I'm tripping down.

I'd blog about the annual Autostyle Motorshow, but as was twittered, I'm all doof-doofed out. How some people can spend bazillions on car sound for three seconds of brain-liquidising bass-pumping is just beyond me.

However if y'all into the vroom-vroom, the husband did take lots of pretty pictures. He'll have them up on the site (www.autostyle.co.za) faster than you can say tyre-naaier.