My day started late (sorry again Syd) but from about noon it went just as planned. Brunch at the new Vo Vo Telo Bakery at 44 Stanley. Good coffee, pretty delicious scrambled eggs with salmon and a long overdue catch-up session with a good friend. Then I went off to experience Arts On Main for the first time with some other good friends and you know, for a venue that offers a coffee shop, restaurant, art gallery, outdoor cinema, reading room, book store and wireless internet in the heart of Johannesburg's CBD, it's pretty flippen awesome!
Sadly, I had to leave early to attend prayers for a family friend's recently deceased mother. At the ceremony the Rabbi said something truly wonderful that cemented my thinking over the past few weeks, something absolutely cliche' but in the context of a room filled with grieving friends and family members, it became rather profound. For some reason we're always looking towards when the best time in our life will be, without realising that the best time in anyone's life is right now.
I then suspected two things: 1) The Rabbi is a massive Dave Matthews fan and "borrowed" a lyric from the song Cry Freedom, "The future is no place to place your better days." 2) As days like today and the ones I've blogged about before attest, I'm on the right track with my life.
That said, I'll be hitting Arts on Main again next Sunday afternoon to attend a rad new exhibition. Come along. Have a few laughs, maybe a few drinks and definitely the brownies topped with ice-cream. I'm aiming to have the best time ever, at least until the next one.
When life hands you lemons watch this documentary (soon to be a book) about some advertising folk who lost their jobs and took the opportunity to be more creative with their own lives. Worth a watch, maybe two - especially these days.
Remember this movie? I watched it again recently and though it's slightly dated, it still makes me wanna hop on a skateboard and use words like "dude" and "gnarly." It also made me wonder about skateboarding these days and how it went from kids skating in empty pools to a multi-billion dollar business. So I did some hunting and found two "gnarly" examples of how it was back then, but is also available now:
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A video of some dudes making the most of the recession, Christian Slater style!
Yesterday morning I climbed into one these things. Inside I found darkness, 30cm of water and about 500kg's of salt. I floated for an hour completely desensitized as the soft sounds of didgeridoos and shaman chants filled the tank. When I climbed out of the floatation tank it felt as if I'd slept for 2 weeks. I'm pretty sure I then had the best stretch in the history of man.
So, with my new-found energy, I went out. I hit a bakery, a braai, a show house, back to the braai which by that time had become a dessert. I then met some more peeps in Parkurst for some dinner, drinks and then home by, wait for it, 7PM... where I suddenly crashed and woke up at 10:28AM.
So, there was no posting yesterday. Thank you floatation tank.
Wait. It's now after 11. That means I've missed meeting a friend for breakfast. Shit. Damn you floatation tank. Damn you.