Step one

FIRST STEPS
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 - What am I trying to do?
 - Has it been done before?
 - Does it have a name?

-- Programming Buddha

Homage and Statement of (my) Humanity

Ok, hi!, I’m Pieter, I’m a human. I haven’t been posting in a while, because bloooooog. ugh.

Firstly. Shout-out to the guys on #devops on zatech’s slack channel. Cobus is an awesome dude and one day my beard will be as long as his is. Dude, please let me buy you that beer :)

Also DevOpsDays in Cape Town was nice! @devopsdayscpt 

I have a Linked-In now. There are some fancy Business People on there. It’s nice

Digitally, I’m still with keybase.io. They’re awesome! I have invites, ask me about them.

I work at Zoona now!. I’m helping them make it real!

The theme of the moment is Ask me how to make tech useful for you at Zoona.

Ok, that's it.

P

The Template Introduction

When the student is ready the master appears

I am finding myself drawn, more and more, into my latent spirituality.  Everything is connected. There is no beginning and there is no end. However, one has to start somewhere. This introductory video is as good as any other starting point. Enjoy!

The nature of mind

The Nature of Mind

No words can describe it
No example can point to it
Samsara does not make it worse
Nirvana does not make it better
It has never been born
It has never ceased
It has never been liberated
It has never been deluded
It has never existed
It has never been nonexistent
It has no limits at all
It does not fall into any kind of category.

~ Dudjom Rinpoche

The kindness of undergoing hardships

At first we did not come here clothed, finely adorned, with money in our pocket and with provision to travel. When we came into this unknown place, where we knew no one at all, we had nothing whatsoever - our only wealth was our howling mouth and empty stomach. Our mother gave us food so that we would not go hungry, drink to keep us from thirst, clothes to fend off the cold and wealth to keep us from poverty. It was not as though she just gave us things no longer of use to herself: she herself went without food, without drink and without new clothes.

Furthermore, not only did she sacrifice her happiness as far as this existence is concerned, she also deprived herself of using her assets (as offerings) to provide for her own prosperity in future lives. In brief, without regard to her own happiness, in both this life and the next, she devoted herself to rearing and caring for her child.

Nor was it the case that she obtained what was needed easily and pleasurably; to provide for her child she was obliged to sin, to suffer and to toil. She sinned by having to resort to fishing, killing animals and so on in order to care for us. She suffered because what she gave her child was the fruit of trading, labouring in the fields and so forth, wearing the late evening or early morning frost for her boots, the stars as a hat, riding the horse of her calves, beaten by the whip of the long grass, her legs exposed to the bites of dogs and her face exposed to the looks of men.

She also treated this stranger who has become her child with more love than her own father, mother or lama, even though she knew not who this being was or what it would become. She looked at her child with loving eyes, gave her gentle warmth, cradled him in her arms and talked with sweet words saying, “My joy, ah my sunshine, my treasure, coochi coochi, aren’t you mummy’s joy” and so forth.

Jé Gampopa – Gems of Dharma, Jewels of Freedom

I'm allowed to say this publicly too #VoteSA #VoteDA

I have been doing naughty things at great speed on the various highways that we have here in Cape Town. My recent purchase of an over-powered and over-powering "Commuting Bike" has been causing me to invent reasons for getting around Town. A lot. I also usually need to get wherever I need to be really quickly... Therefore, I notice that we have excellent roads with nice grippy tar every time I find myself entering some corner at an absurd lean-angle by accident

I have been riding on some very nice roads recently and I am very, very grateful. The stack of speeding fines in my drawer carries with it a monetary value to my gratefulness. 

ONE of those roads is called Helen Suzman Blvd and the thought has often entered my mind that I wonder who she was and what she had to do to have a nice road named after her in the New South Africa

I am also lazy and have left actually finding out to apparently right now.

I just saw this video courtesy of The South African

It is interesting! The #DA made it and I have to say it is very, very self-congratulatory, but that's OK. I like it anyway. Enough to want to say "Ek stem saam!" out in public.

U edel-agbare. Ek stem saam.

Edit: You might have heard of the Helen Suzman Foundation, which has been in the news recently.