In die Engelse koerante word daar gekla oor die swak Engels in berigte.
Dit is seker ook die geval in Afrikaanse koerante.
Al wat my werklik grief is wanneer daar nie suiwer Afrkaans gepraat word
nie, en woorde soos cool, hip, stunning, ens in berigte gebruik word.
Ek voel sterk dat koerante - behalwe om nuus weer te gee, en kunstenaars te
kritiseer ( :)) ) , ook 'n baie belangrike opvoedingstaak het - naamlik om
die taal waarin hulle publiseer so korrek moontlik te gebruik.
Dit is selfs hulle taak om advertensies - nadat dit met die adverteerder
bespreek is, reg te stel .
In gister se Burger 'n advertensie - werk word aangebied - en die laaste
reeltjie is die stukkie wat my grief:
Hyt... ( naam van onderneming) is 'n gelyke geleentheid werkgewer.
Duidelik 'n vertaling - maar dit maak dit nie reg nie.
Hoe dink julle sou die regte Afrikaans gewees het vir daardie laaste
sinnetjie?
Enige persoon bo 21 mag aansoek doen - dit is wat ek sou gesê het.
In die briewekolom vandag - 'n toergids wat by die stadsraad en provinsiale
raadgewer pleit om op te hou met hul hernieude pogings om straatname hier te
verander en die geld te gebruik waar dit werklik nodig is.
Die rede is dat sy glo haar pa na Groote Schuur Hospitaal moes neem - na die
ongevalle afdeling - en sy vertel van die haglike toestande daar, die klein
maar gewillge verpleegpersoneel ( daar is glo meer sekuriteitspersoneel as
verpleegpersoneel in die afdeling) die antieke toerusting, sale wat vir 6
mense bedoel is waar 18 sy aan sy lê ongeag ouderdom of geslag.
Sy onderneem om nie meer met 'n gevoel van trots Groote Schuur uit te wys
aan toeriste wanneer sy hulle rondneem nie - sy is glo te skaam.
Ietwat misplaas - daar is niks verkeerd om die toeriste van die hospitaal se
glorieryke verlede te vertel nie - maar nou weet ek in elk geval hulle beter
die 50 hartpasinete van die UK ver weg van die ongevalle-afdeling hou - want
hulle mag miskien die operasie oorleef, maar definitief nie die toestande in
daardie afdeling nie;)
On 2 Apr 2002 23:34:48 GMT, OmegaR...@THISlycos.de (Chris) wrote:
As iemand die boodskap oopmaak en 'n virus waarskuwing kry
moet nie bekommerd wees nie want dit is 'n hoax wat geplant is deur
'n klein gek wat nuut is op rekenaars en nou leer hoe om 'n 'grappie'
te plant. ctr- alt-del (een maal slegs!) daaruit en moet nie bekommerd
wees nie, ek het sy IP adres en stuur vir hom 'n geskenk.
Dankie TJ - ek het vandag die artikels in Die Burger ook oor die hele
debakel gelees.
Dit was nog steeds 'n suiwer publisiteitsfoefie vir my.
Baie meer mense het nou na hom gaan kyk ( 60% verhoging in kaartjieverkope
na die debakel, alhoewel Steve verklaar dat sy vertoning voor die tyd
uitverkoop was.)
Nou vra ek jou - het daardie 60% meer mense aan die balke gehang ?:)) Glo
nie.
Iets anders - miskien het hy nou meer aanhangers as bakleier - maar hy het
die ondersteuning verloor van die antiektafelstalletjiebrigade:)
Annette
TJ skryf in boodskap news:3cac2af9$0$233@hades.is.co.za...
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> The Steve Hofmeyr incident
>
> Steve bopped the editor of Krit for placing a bad review. What does it mean?
>
> It happened late afternoon at the KKNK festival in Oudtshoorn. The singer
> Steve Hofmeyr read a negative review of his show. He went to the offices of
> Krit, the paper that covers the festival, and roughhoused the editor.
>
> They ended up outside, in front of a stall that sold koeksusters and
> vetkoek. Emotions ran high. An antique basin was broken in the scuffle.
> Hofmeyr left money to pay for it. The owners of the stall were disgruntled -
> money doesn't validate everything - and promptly became ex- Hofmeyr fans.
>
> Scandal was let loose. The editor called for a boycott but, alarmingly, most
> actors at the festival supported Steve, ticket sales to the concert rose
> sixty percent. The public, too, made it clear it didn't share the
> newspaper's sentiments.
>
> Had Hofmeyr started a precedent? From now on will it be acceptable to get
> bopped for bad reviews? Should reviewers start getting danger pay? I don't
> know, but the incident raises some interesting questions for reviewers.
>
> In a kind of postmodern twist, the incident broke down the usual
> distinctions between event, review and publicity. The review became
> publicity after Steve's actions. Hofmeyr was understandably upset. The
> reviewer acknowledged that it was the first time she had attended one of his
> concerts, and that she regretted it. Should she continue? Yes - if you want
> freedom of the press, keywords bandied about after the melee.
>
> Marx was supposed to have said, "doubt everything." Good advice. For me, the
> review would have been more interesting had the reviewer doubted herself and
> tried to understand her doubts by trying to understand Hofmeyr, to
> understand where he was coming from, how his style of showmanship
> (showpersonship?) worked. She didn't have to be positive. Showmanship is
> part of any concert, even if the singer sits with guitar unplugged in an
> intimate audience.
>
> Instead, she scolded him. She thought his shoes weren't just "kak" but
> hyper-kak without saying why. She suggested his getting the audience to sing
> along was laziness on his part: he wasn't earning his money. I'd always
> thought audience singalongs part of the concert. There were allusions to the
> kids he used as part of his act and a denigrating reference to his children.
>
> Well, would you like your shoes to be called kak? At the Boekeparadys where
> more peaceful (so far) book launches take place, a friend whispered in my
> ear suddenly and disconcertingly during one of the speeches, "that review
> was uncalled for, and bitchy." I knew what she was talking about, but a
> reviewer has the right to choose tone and style, even if the decision's
> sometimes misjudged.
>
> All this was an eye-opener for someone used to the relative sedateness of
> book and movie reviewing. True, some directors might like to bop us, but
> they're safely tucked away in Hollywood. So those who have to review singers
> have it tough.
>
> Music reviewing is immediate, volatile even. There is a strong emotional
> link between fan and singer, and the scene seems to be a hotbed of
> alliances. There is, as Hofmeyr suggested, a difference between the
> commercial and the hip, and the hip gets more promotion - why should hip get
> all the attention?
>
> Fans are active, too, and know what they like and don't like: they follow
> trends and processes on the scene. The reviewer has to intervene in this
> process, to be both part of it yet not part of it to keep a critical
> distance. Very difficult but, I think, perhaps more stimulating than book
> and movie reviewing.
>
> Concerts, too, are live, unlike movies that arrive second hand. You're not
> likely get Julia Roberts and Brad Pitt doing a love scene in your local
> cinema. You're not ever likely to meet them. Pop stars, I gather, can come
> at you, fists flailing.
>
> But one thing Hofmeyr has emphasised is that words have consequences. If you
> want freedom of the press, you have to accept this. The right of reply to
> the press is preferable if it's in the same medium. One hoped Hofmeyr would
> have used words, not fists - he's better at words. But the right to
> criticise does bring the right of reaction with it, hotheaded or not - maybe
> that's unpalatable, but its inevitable.
>
> Of course, hate speech comes to mind. When Hofmeyr confronted the editor, he
> did violence to language, but the paper reported it. That's a fair exchange.
> For me, the consequences of the words of ambitious politicians and those
> promoting religious differences are far more terrible than a scuffle around
> a food tent.
>
> In the end, in a strange way, one should be grateful to Hofmeyr: he
> legitimised newspapers, took them seriously, showed they had power, and, in
> fact, tested freedom of speech even if it wasn't in a desirable way. I
> think, he shook up reviewers as well, at least this one, showing just how
> problematical it has become. Anyway, silence doesn't test anything.
>
> And, geez, it sure made for a lively festival, what with angry actresses
> castigating everyone for watching crap and not quality, singers supposedly
> lip-synching and so on. Reviewing down here certainly isn't a dull business;
> it's heady, dramatic stuff. I'll be glad to return to books and the cinema
> dark.
>
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Hier is 'n artikel van Max - en sy waarnemings ....
Artikel uit "The Star" - Donderdag - 04 April 2002 (bladsy 14 - naas die
redaksionele kommentaar)
"A New Home for New Afrikaners
Make them welcome and they will be better citizens, writes Max du Preez.
They never learn. Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging Eugene Terre'Blanche is still
in jail for assaulting a black man, and so are a dozen or so of his
followers for terrorism or racist attacks. They achieved nothing other than
destroying people's lives and getting locked up.
For all their efforts, South Africa is stable, peaceful and has a democratic
(black) government. And yet there is suddenly a revival of the right wing.
In fact, the revival is happening on two fronts. There are several small
groups of white supremacist fundamentalists on the fringe threatening
sabotage and terror (some of their members were arrested for allegedly
planning to blow up the Vaal Dam); and then there is a more sophisticated,
slightly more mainstream grouping mobilising around the Afrikaans language
and minority rights.
The fringe groups are seriously crazy and quite fanatical. They have the
potential to do considerable damage and kill some people.
But, much like happened with the Afrikaner Weerstandsbeweging, they can
simply be checked by good intelligence work and locked up. They will never
get the support of a significant portion of Afrikanerdom.
I'm more concerned about the second grouping. They are not violent and do
not propagate violent resistance, but increasingly there is the subtle
threat in their speeches or writings, often on the Internet, of "there is a
point beyond which we cannot be pushed" and "nobody wants a bloodbath,
but..."
On the surface these people do not make racist statements, but if one
understands the ethnic code, and I think I do, it is right there under the
surface. They are trying to mobilise a new Afrikaner nationalism, using the
Afrikaans language and the changing of old Afrikaner town names as rallying
points. They do not pose an immediate or even medium-term violent threat.
Still, I regard them as more dangerous because they are camouflaged under a
veneer of respectability, even intellectualism, and they could gradually
spread enough poison in the minds of many ordinary Afrikaners who now simply
try to be good, productive citizens.
These were the thoughts going through my mind when I visited, for the first
time, the Klein Karoo Nasionale Kunstefees in Oudtshoorn this week. I was
slightly nervous walking around the streets filled with tens of thousands of
white Afrikaners - I haven't exactly been the favourite son of the volk.
My apprehension was completely unfounded. Apart from singer Steve Hofmeyr
beating up a reporter who wrote that he had "kak skoene", the people on the
streets were friendly, cheerful and generous. I don't know what the festival
was like before, but this year it did not feel like a "Boerebazaar" at all -
for one, a number of the festival-goers were Afrikaans speakers with dark
skins.
I was greeted with warmth and courtesy, and even got invited by two uncles
in khaki with forearms like my thighs to go and visit their farms. At most,
there was a gentle joke about "pink Afrikaners" like me also belonging at
the festival. Not that it is a Sunday school picnic. There was some serious
drinking of alcohol, boisterous parties and falling about.
But essentially it is a festival of the arts, and even the hard drinkers
work in a play or two and visit an art exhibition. There was an astonishing
number of high quality productions, plays, music and dance. Some of it was
classic with solid scripts, directing and acting, others were pushing the
boundaries of new theatre. Almost all of it was indigenous. This is the
stuff of the African Renaissance, I thought.
I think the challenge for organisers is to draw more non-Afrikaans speaking
South Africans, without it losing its essentially Afrikaans character. There
is a vibrancy and creativity there, as well as a sense of goodwill, that
South Africa really needs.
I t is likely that a number of festival goers have reservations about the
future of Afrikaans and the increasingly racial nature of our government's
politics.
But they seem to me basically happy and contented people, enjoying their
language and culture without the exclusivity of the past. Deep down they
know the New South Africa is good to them. They will not again be seduced by
right-wing fanatics or narrow-minded nationalism.
Perhaps the New Afrikaners deserve a bit more understanding and sweetness,
from the rest of the nation. The more welcome they are made to feel, the
better South Africans they will become."
Kom ons toets die algemene mening hieroor; wat ek dink
besonder interessant kan wees...
Is Israel nie miskien besig om 'n destydse Suid Afrika te kopieer nie?
Gisteraand is Palestina se houding verduidelik. Vanaand Israel s'n.
Palestina se relaas gisteraand was interessant. Israel s'n vanaand het
geen inhoud gehad nie. Niks anders as dat Palestina konferensie tafel
toe moet gaan nie. Miskien het dit daarmee te doen dat gisteraand se
verduideliking deur 'n man gedoen is en die van Israel vanaand, deur
'n vrou.
So tussen hakkies, wie van julle het op die sewe-uur nuus (op 2)
gesien hoe die onluste polisie in Ierland vrouens met knuppels slaan?
Suid Afrika is blykbaar slegs in tred met die res van die wêreld wat
geweld betref.
(Based on the Major General's song from
Gilbert and Sullivan's "The Pirates of Penzance")
I am the very model of a Newsgroup personality.
I intersperse obscenity with tedious banality.
Addresses I have plenty of, both genuine and ghosted too,
On all the countless newsgroups that my drivel is cross-posted to.
Your bandwidth I will fritter with my whining and my sniveling,
And you're the one who pays the bill, downloading all my driveling.
My enemies are numerous, and no-one would be blaming you
For cracking my head open after I've been rudely flaming you.
I hate to lose an argument (by now I should be used to it).
I wouldn't know a valid point if I was introduced to it.
My learning is extensive but consists of mindless trivia,
Designed to fan my ego, which is larger than Bolivia.
The comments that I vomit forth, disguised as jest and drollery,
Are really just an exercise in unremitting trollery.
I say I'm frank and forthright, but that's merely lies and vanity,
The gibberings of one who's at the limits of his sanity.
If only I could get a life, as many people tell me to;
If only Mom could find a circus freak-show she could sell me to;
If I go off to Zanzibar to paint the local scenery;
If I lose all my fingers in a mishap with machinery;
If I survive to twenty, which is somewhat problematical;
If what I post was more mature, or slightly more grammatical;
If I could learn to spell a bit, and maybe even punctuate;
Would I still be the loathsome and objectionable punk you hate?
But while I have this tiresome urge to prance around and show my face,
It simply isn't safe for normal people here in cyberspace.
To stick me in Old Sparky and turn on the electricity
Would be a fitting punishment for my egocentricity.
I always have the last word; so, with uttermost finality,
That's all from me, the model of a Newsgroup personality.
Het die naweek iets gedoen wat menige ou rassis die horrie stuipe sal laat
kry. Maar dan moet hulle dit maar kry!
Dit het soos enige ander Paasnaweek sy begin gehad. Maar daar was iets
anders in die huis aan die gang. Na 'n 7 maande sonder kinders in die huis,
was daar weer een. Maar die ander het ook kom kyk. En loer. En vashou. En
Oe! en Aa! en wat nog als. Vasgedruk, en gekielie tot die lagbuitjies
wie-weet-waar gehoor is. Selfs buurvrou se twee kleindogters, met hul ouma
se versameling hoëhakskoene en bonte klere om, het kom kyk en saamgespeel.
Ekself het ook so nou en dan help vashou en troetel.
En snags het ek vir Hanlie gehelp met die voedings en wat nog als.
Likho het by ons gekuier hierdie Paasnaweek. Hy was ons gas, en ons had hom
heerlik kon bederf! Self Kleinbaai toe opgetrek. 'n Bakkievrag vol van alles
waarmee sulke kuiermense gaan kuier.
Likho was homself vir die eerste keer in 'n baie lang tyd. So 3 weke gelede
het almal rondom hom gedink dat hy dit nie sou maak nie.
Dit was toe. Nou is dit 'n ander storie.
Hy lag en brabbel heerlik voort in sy eie gemaakte 10-maand oue taal. En
gryp sy voet en druk dit fluks tot binne-in sy 8-tand mond. Die skattigste
klein skat! 'n Baba van 10 maande oud, wat ons by ons kon hê. Net geleen
vanaf sy liewe pleegma Bettie, van Nomzamo.
Vir die wat nou-nog wonder, hier's die storie:
Likho is 'n vondeling wat die Polisie na Bettie in Nomzamo geneem het.
Bettie het 'n creche in haar kleine HOP huis aan die gang. Na kontak deur
'n sopkombuis-program het ons gemeente met haar kontak gemaak. Ons het gaan
help waar ons kan en waarmee ons kon. Daar het ons toe met Likho kennis
gemaak. Baba, klein en fyn. 'n Paar dames het gaan help met allerhande
programme: Aktiwiteite om die kinders in die creche aktief besig te hou en
te stimuleer met allerhande dinge: Rol oor 'n groot strandbal, strek
ongeoefende spiertjies aan lyfies klein. En hulle kwetter en kweel soos net
kindertjies kan.
André en ekself gaan werk eendag aan die elektriese bedrading wat letterlik
en figuurlik skokkend is. Binne 'n uur-en-'n-half toe werk Bettie se ligte
weer, en kan sy 'n ketel gebruik sonder dat haar krag "uitskop". Daar sien
ek toe vir Likho die eerste keer. Op 'n ander een se rug, knus in kombersie
toegedraai met daai twee ogies wat so soekend na jou kyk. Wie is jy, en wat
krap jy hier in ons plek rond? En hoekom is jou gesig so wit? En jou taal
so anders?
Drie weke gelede was ek weer daar om die nuwe kombuisie se elektriese
bedrading te gaan insit. Likho lê op Bettie se bed, die enigste in die
huis. Sy ogies verlep agter in sy oogkassies. Hy kan skaars sy bottel
vashou. Bettie sê dat die kliniek nie weet wat hom makeer nie. Hy loer so
dan en wan na my waar ek hier so bokant sy kop aan die kragboks werk. Ek en
André hou kajuitraad. Iets sal ons hier moet doen. Die dames sal moet kom
kyk en planne maak, anders gaan hy dit nie maak nie.
So gesê, so gedaan. Die Maandag word hy in die hospitaal opgeneem. Sake
lyk maar sleg vir hom. Maar hy maak dit, en Bettie vra of ons hom nie kan
versorg tot hy beter is nie. Geen probleem nie. Daar is huis gesoek, en
huis gevind. Gretha en Rudy neem hom vir 'n week, Igna en haar Ingelsman
neem hom vir die naweek. Die Paasnaweek kom, en wie kan hom neem? Hanlie
en Igna neem hom Dinsdag na ons pediater-buurman. "Nee," seg hy, "Hierdie
kind het BAIE TLC nodig, en ek sal hom dokter tot hy gesond is, en sonder
enige koste van my." So kom dit dan dat Hanlie my toe vra of ons hom die
naweek by ons kan hou. Baie huiwerig sê ek ja, en dit was vir my en haar 'n
belewenis. Meer nog skat ek vir Likho.
Hy's 10 maande oud, en kan nog nie kruip nie. Hy't nog nooit enige ander
kos as melk gekry nie. Ons leer hom kou, en pap eet. Piesangs fyngemaak,
verslind hy letterlik. As jy die lepel in bakkie skraap dan gaan die
mondjie al oop. En lag hy reeds!
Die vreugde om te kon sien hoe hy binne vier dae kon vorder. Dat hy die
eerste keer homself op sy sy kon draai. Kon rek na sy speelgoed wat net
buite sy bereik gesit is. En dan beloon kon word met daai bekkie wat so
8-tand vol vir jou glimlag. Die manier waarop hy sy "dummy" in sy mond kon
sit en so met die twee handjies saam dit vasdruk. En suig dat handjies so
hop!
Maar die naweek was ook anders: Stoere boermense kon saam met ons Oe! en
Aa! oor die klein mensie. Selfs hulle vooropgestelde siening en selfs
heilige (rassistiese) koeie kon "rattle" dat hul tonge uithang. Die tannies
langs skoonma het almal kom kyk oor die kleinding, en het weggegaan met
ander hart en siening. Ander het kom inloer om te kom sekermaak dat die
kleinding wel swart is!
Waar ek die lekkerste "skokke" gekry het was om met die kleinding in 'n
stootkarretjie in die Mall te gaan loop! Mese wat my ken kom van vooraf
aangestap. Kyk na my met die stootkar. Kyk af na dit wat in die karretjie
is, en kyk weer op. Net om seker te maak of dit wat hulle gesien het wel so
is! En een tannie het sommer hardop gesê: "Ag nee! Haai shame! En nou sit
hy met die gemors!" Net hardgenoeg sodat ek dit kon hoor, en ek bars sommer
hard uit van die lag... Sy kyk maar net om en loop amper in iemand anders
vas!
Likho is maar een van baie ander soos hy. Die aanklag lê in ons ore. Nie
net my ore wat wit is nie, maar ook in die ore wat nie wit is nie. Wat doen
ons om die lot van ander te verlig? Hoe kan ek onbeskaamd sê Genees jouself
as jy dan siek is? Kan jy en ek dit doen? Het ons die reg om so 'n
hardvogtige siening te hê?
Ons land sal net vooruit kan gaan as ons die Likho's in ons midde gaan help
met die baie wat ons het. Ons wat baie het kan so baie doen om hulle wat so
min het, se lewenshoop te kan verander. Van wanhoop na hoop. Van help om
mense te leer om hulleself te help en sodat ek dan weer ander kan gaan leer
om hulleself te help.
Likho is nie HIV positief nie. Sy bloedtoets was negatief.
Gisteraand sê Skoonpa aan hom toe hy so lê en koer in al die aandag: "Haibo!
Jy moet gou groot word en slim word. Jy moet gaan leer: Skool en
universiteit, sodat jy parlement toe kan gaan, en die Nuwe Suid-Afrika 'n
werklikheid kan laat word."
Likho gaan vanaand weer terug na sy pleegma Bettie. Sy wat hom net so
liefhet soos haar eie.
Dis vir ons net so swaar om hom terug te gee, want ons het hom net so lief
gekry na 4 dae.
Dit neem nie lank om 'n baba te leer liefkry nie.
Wee' jy, ek lees al die vorige strories wat ons geskryf het en ek besluit
toe maar om die ding hier te stop want jy het geheel en al geen ondervinding
of begrip vir enigiets anders as net politieke slagspreke en begrippe nie.
Jy leef duidelik nog in die 60's en niemand het jou vertel dat die stryd
iets van die verlede is nie. Jy en ou Bob Mugabe is van dieselfde hout
gesny. Duidelik is jy geleerd en so ook hy, maar hy is bereid om sy hele
land se ekonomie in sy moer te stuur ter wille van sy persoonlike politieke
ideale......en dit terwyl hy en sy parlement hulleself uit die land verryk
het!
Jy daarenteen, het geen gevoel vir wat in normale Suider-Afrika gebeur
nie, solank jy net jou 'wit omies' en 'apartheidsvarke' kan slegsê. Jy
geen nie om dat die land agteruit gaan nie, solank jou politieke ideale
vervul raak........en dit terwyl jy, lafaard, in die vette van Kanada soos
'n bedelaar gaan leef het terwyl jou eie mense swaarkry in Afrika. Skaam
jou! Wat was jou bydrae tot die vryheidstryd wat jy so propageer? Aas,
terwyl jou pelle suffer?
.........en JY probeer vir die mense preek?
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