I am alive…
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I am alive…
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The wind and weather is looking good for Wednesday onwards. It’s roughly 560km to Knysna so it could take anything from 2 to 6 (probably 3) days. It’ll just be the two of us on the boat.
So, with any luck in less than 48 hours I’ll be at sea!
Life does not get any better. I’ll take my camera and one or two disposable cameras just in case we hit a perfect storm and I feel like taking some pictures ๐
I’m (hopefully) going to be following a star soon… Sailing from Hout Bay to Knysna with Jeremy in a 9 metre (ie Small) yacht.
The best way to celebrate being alive is to live. Thanks to my wonderful girlfriend for a. being ok with it and b. actually supporting my crazy whims. (And thanks to my boss who’s going to give me leave as soon as the wind is right)
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R24 difference.
| Vehicle | 1.4l Polo | 2.0l Polo |
|---|---|---|
| km per day | 16 | 16 |
| km per month | 352 | 352 |
| l/100km | 6.9 | 7.6 |
| liters per month | 24.29 | 26.75 |
| Rands per litre | 9.5 | 9.5 |
| Rands per month | R 230.74 | R 254.14 |
The fuel economy numbers come from the “combined cycle” values for the vehicles from vw.co.za
The distance is my round trip to work and back every day. I’m obviously ignoring weekends, but even if you double it, R48 a month extra isn’t all that bad.
If you’ve got an hour I suggest you watch this video. Michael Pollan, author of various books, most recently “In Defence of Food“, introduces his book and attempts to break down the modern incorrect societal theories we have of food.
I particularly appreciate his analogy of the food scientists playing the role of priests acting as mediators between us and the magical (invisible) nutrients… priests who also get paid more when we eat more.
A KPMG (Business) Consultant is holidaying on the Spanish Coast when early one morning while sipping his cappuccino he spots a fisherman bringing in a small catch of fish. The following morning the same KPMG consultant sees that same fisherman, again bringing in a small catch.
The KPMG consultant can not contain himself so he walks over from his seaside villa’s private patio and begins a conversation with the fisherman.
KPMG: You know if you stayed out a bit longer I’m sure you’d catch more fish.
Fisherman: Yes, but why?
KPMG: Well if you caught more fish you’d have more money!
Fisherman: Yes, but why?
KPMG: Well if you had more money you could buy yourself another boat and employ some other fisherman!
Fisherman: Yes, but why?
KPMG: Well, the astute thing to do would be to start a company with a fleet of boats or perhaps even a franchise!
Fisherman: Yes, but why?
KPMG: Well, you’d make millions. You could control the entire fishing industry and build a large successful chain of international fishing businesses.
Fisherman: Yes, but why?
KPMG: You’d be rich, absolutely stinking rich!
Fisherman: Yes, but WHY would I want to be rich?
KPMG: Well, with all that money you could afford to retire early … (suddenly looking despondent) … at the sea… perhaps on the Spanish Coast, and go fishing in the morning…. (starting to look ill) and spend the rest of the day with your children and lovely wife.
Fisherman: My wife’s got some oats on the stove… would you like to come over for breakfast and meet the kids?
I’m struck by this story every time I think about it… I can’t remember where I first heard it but it is definitely something to think about. This past week I saw many fishermen. My parents have a gardener who looks after their property at the Breede river. He gardens for a lot of the houses there but doesn’t really work all that hard. Most of the time he’s probably sitting up on a hill watching the beautiful view and smoking his pipe.
Every time we go to the river my dad says “I can’t wait to retire here”.
As you can see it’s been a rip roaring 10 days.
Mac MacGuff: Look, in my opinion the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what-have-you. The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.

Lourens is my best friend… I’ve known him for a long long time and I must admit, he’s a friggen legend.
A few minutes ago he mailed me photos we took in 2006. When we are together we will get up to untold amounts of shit.
Basic story goes that we had a dodgy microwave that we had inherited from one of our friends. It had moved with us from Claremont to Pinelands. It was a dodgy microwave… rusted inside, give you cancer kind of dodgy. There was also a toaster which I think I had inherited from my sister when I first moved out. Theyรย both worked but we didn’t want or need them. We also didn’t know what to do with them and we had to move out the next morning.รย We could have given them to a poor person but poor people get cancer too.
So we wrote on them and put them in the roof. With an empty bottle of beer. I have no idea what the beer was for.
Yes, it was childish and infantile. But that is what life is all about. Fun memories you will never forget.
I really really really wish I could see the look on the face of the person who discovered it… If it has been discovered.
Short of torture or ransacking random roofs in Pinelands you will never know what the microwave says.
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For the last couple of weeks I’ve been adventuring into the wonderfully rewarding world of baking bread. There is something quite zen about baking bread. The effort that goes into kneading the dough until it is just right and then the magical chemistry that takes place while the yeast has a party eating up all the sugars and farting all that C02 making the dough rise.
The secret to getting inspired by bread making is simple… You need a simple fool-proof recipe to get yourself going and inspire you to try crazier and crazier things. Don’t be foolish and dive straight into something fancy because if it flops you might just lose interest.
Ok, foolproof recipe. I know it off by heart… (funny saying that… seems quite apt)
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