Concerning Something I Ordered

I ordered a book off the internet yesterday (from netbooks.co.za - a website designed to burn the eyes of anyone who's ever designed a website) and just received the cutest confirmation e-mail. It reads as follows:

"Thank you for ordering from Netbooks!
Your goods have been carefully removed from the shelf with white gloves and slowly unwrapped from their silk cover so that the shock of bright light does not stun them. Thereafter they have been gently wrapped in plastic and lightly heated, before being blessed on their journey by our resident Swami. Thereafter they were securely wrapped in the finest recycled cardboard to prevent any damage, and decorated with your Name. A specially padded truck has taken your parcel to the local Post Office, where the staff will stomp on it and play soccer with it. However, since it is so well packed, this will not matter."

I'll probably post about the book when it arrives. I love mail!

Concerning Post

POST is an amazing little coffee shop that falls under the creative jurisdiction that is 70Juta. Cnr Juta & De Beer in Braamfontein, this quaint, light bistro offers not only amazing delicasies, but is only a 5 minute walk from Wits (score!). If only they delivered! (sad).

Here's me and Jase enjoying our homemade lemonade and latte. Go to post! And ask Alan for his wi-fi password (he's kinda awesome like that - this post is brought to you by POST_Alan (password currently unknown - investigation pending)).

We love POST!

Concerning Bathi

I just got back from my Human Rights Community Workshop - we travelled to the NW Province and, as part of our assignment, visited a group of underprivileged kids in a disadvantaged community near Rustenburg.

This is Bathi, and she is 6 years old. Other than those two facts, I know only that she enjoys writing on people's faces with facepaint pens, and gives great hugs.

It's a beautiful thing, the love of a child. It's a beautiful thing to be unashamedly hugged by a kid who knows nothing about you - not even your name. So beautiful!

Concerning Brothers

See the full gallery on Posterous

I have been so blessed to have so many brothers. Adam and Warren are the scary and protective ones. Matt and Devin the teasing, HP obsessed ones. And Daniel is the one I call when I'm upset and need a hug. They're all so awesome! Love 'em to bits! Plus they'd all make insanely good Amazing Race partners!

Concerning The Stage

The interning job I have at St Martin's School includes staging and coaching drama students. It's. The. Best. Job. Ever.

Man, I love doing this. Drama was such a cool part of my own high school career - it's such a great way to experience emotions and stories and life and other people. It's so great to be there when kids get a glimpse of the awesomeness too.

I'm so grateful to be here, and to be experiencing life in the cool way that I am. And I'm pretty stoked I keep getting reminded of that point with the words of inspiring writers from the mouths of inspiring kids :)

Concerning The Future

Once upon a time, in a city not unlike this one, there were two teenagers who, despite their competitive nature and completely different ideas about chocolate, became the best of friends. Drawn together by a love of electro-indie music and their closely matched skills in the art of craning, the two grew together as they journeyed through high school, college, and eventually a world tour that took them across 4 continents in nothing but a Toyota Hilux and a boat that the more crafty of the pair built with his own hands. They each eventually settled down, and continue to be besties to this very day.

Kids, this is the story of how I met your Uncle Daniel. I love him very much, and now you'll get to find out why :)

bubble wrap

I’ve decided to bring it down a bit tonight. You see, there comes a time when, really, we all find ourselves up at 1:30 in the morning with a bottle of cough mixture in one hand and a guitar in the other. As a good but strangely foreign friend once told me: you just write better songs when you’re drugged up on flu meds. I stand by that, current evidence vindicating.

But this isn’t a post about how I’ve just recently written what I think might be the saddest, heart-wrenching tome I’ve ever set to a standard 4-4. It’s a post about how life (and so much other stuff not included under the heading ‘life’) is like bubble wrap. Having not long ago had the pleasure of being left alone with a deliciously ample supply of what might possibly turn out to be the medium out of which the next Gaga outfit-slash-disaster is crafted, I’ve come to the conclusion that not only does bubble wrap deserve it’s title as Most Loved Packaging Material Ever, it deserves more. It’s just one of those things that has the ability to induce both divine satisfaction and deep, anxious irritation. The unmistakable contrast between the strangely worrying amount of happiness bursting a plastic bubble brings and the freakish paranoia that comes with trying to find one more bubble to pop when you’ve popped all you can and you can’t pop no more is wonderfully fitting when talking about life. And it’s wonderfully fitting at 1:45 in the morning.

Personally, I feel two extremes tonight. One the one hand, I’m an irritatingly keen and perky might-be-spiked bowl of punch for 2011. I love this year already, and am waiting with open arms for all that the next 350-odd days have in store for me. On the other, less thumbs-up hand, I’m achingly close to tears for whatever reason you can think of considering this is a blog and not a confessional. Your avid imagination aside, I turn to about a square meter of bubble wrap as a metaphor to both annoy and console me. It now lies tossed aside, most definitely used up (believe me, I checked, like, 14 times), and that makes me sad. But then again, I can still remember those heady, sun-kissed hours I spent slowly and deliberately popping the hell out of it.

Those were good times. I shall, for the next month or so, never forget them. I fearfully and with exhilaration look forward to better times ahead – for that fateful day when mom gets another parcel from Loot.com bound in that most sacred of protective packaging materials: that destined epoch when I once again experience the joy, laughter, vexation and heartache that is love. I mean, bubble wrap.