One thing I have always attempted to preach is the true value of health. Good health. There are aspects of everyone’s lives which they are likely not to share with the world. Their reasons for keeping some knowledge from the world is driven by many things, but some are to the tune of not seeking sympathy, regret and them probably having the ability of making life hell for themselves or someone they care about should details become openly available.
It is so strange that there are so many of us on this planet yet when you get robbed you keep thinking “Why ME?!” when, quite frankly, you’re not all that special. I don’t mean this in a malicious way. Okay, maybe a little – hehe! I too have been robbed, once upon a black moon, and all I kept feeling was anger. The sort of anger people feel when they discover that they or someone they know closely has been affected by something such as a chronic illness. In this class I can think of asthma, diabetes, epilepsy, various autoimmune diseases and cancer. Now, because these are so wide it is safe to assume that they affect pretty much everyone you know including yourself. The worst has however got to be when it’s a brother, sister, a parent or even yourself.
It is when you read and/or listen to someone affected by something like this directly that you realise just how deep the cut from long-term suffering really is. I am not a member of the medical fraternity so let me not bore you with the technicalities. What I feel is simple – appreciate everything you have. If you lost a right hand appreciate having the left. If you lost both then appreciate having someone to care for your needs. Life’s not easy and we all have a painful story to tell.
This is something I’m not in a rush to complete although some parties I will not mention have repeatedly tried to get me to commit on a completion date. Our current site is still appealing to me. I decided to create a new site which has a slightly shorter ‘learning curve’.
In real world terms I’m aiming for 1 minute tops and anyone should be able to comfortably navigate the website. Roughly 50% complete and am somewhat playing around with the layout and colour scheme. Should be interesting.
Now here’s something I got carried away with – back in my varsity days a friend of mine got a number plate with “MOROKA GP” on it and put it up this outside his apartment door. I thought this to be the coolest thing ever and had one of my own made. Fast forward to late 2010 and I finally found the font the SA government uses for vehicle registration plates annnnnnd… et voila! *laughs quietly to self*
One of the logo designs I’m not sure has seen the light of day… One I like none the less. A bit on the ‘light’ side and created for a church organisation. I wonder if I ever billed them or if they ever paid… *shakes head slowly*
Now, baby showers are certainly not affairs for men. This is with good reason. I think the ‘mommy’ was a bit concerned and ended up drawing up a very reasonable gift registry on the Edgards.co.za website. Needless to say – not a single item on that list was brought to this occasion by any of us. No surprise really. We instead decided to all contribute towards a pram. Now, that alone was quite something.
A great occasion all round which, I just have to admit, needed a woman’s touch. We actually ate the food off the grill and serving dishes. Plenty alcohol consumed – which had to be free to guarantee some people showing up (it worked). Good times… good times.
Sometime in 2010 when I decided to formalise one of the many braais we had. I think it turned out pretty well. Maybe again some day… or not. We’ll see. If you’re a non-meat conZumer – this may require some parental guidance.
Strangely enough, I have always had a liking for fine art. Sketches, abstract paintings, architecture, sculpture and ultimately: graphic design. Unfortunately graphic design isn’t really a subject matter I studied towards (Grade 8 and 9 don’t count, surely?). Pity. It’s always been more of a ‘hobby’ for me than a means to make an end. At some point I thought to myself: “When you get to 29 you must start-up your own branding company, mmmkay?”. Oh well – so much for planning.
I have to admit, there are some highly creative folks out there in the world at large. Talented in the wizardry of a Photo Shop and Adobe Illustrator nature (among other tools). Things even I find discouraging at first glance. I’d however believe I can learn to accomplish any design task I want, but I’ve decided that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my “less is more” outlook towards graphic design. A minimalist approach if you like. This I can do with ease. Well, sort of.
This right here is a little corner of my planet which will serve as a showcase of my work. Since 2006 the designs have come some way. I think. I look forward your honest opinion(s). Until soon then!
I think in the list of one’s life priorities – interior design/decoration is right at the bottom of the list. And, why shouldn’t it be? Seriously – there are bigger fish to fry.
This is evident in the fact that since we, my family and I, moved to Rens Town in 1995, a ‘suburb’ of Hammanskraal in the north of Tshwane/Pretoria, the house I spent my teenage years in got a fresh coat of paint now in 2011. That is a whopping 15 years. Not just that, oh no… furniture hasn’t changed much neither. I can actually understand why though – parents were taking me through school, a tough economic climate in the house, mother paying for my cellular phone bill (at the time) and and and… Case in point. I’m not spoilt. I think.
Anyway. Back to the actual subject at hand.
I believe there is a way to change the mindset around being able to change the way a house looks. Furniture is typically the sort of investment that has a life of at least 5 years – excluding appliances – and so beckons the idea of being able to change everything around these ‘large items’ in a household. I’m thinking being able to change certain items in one room with another in a pain-free fashion and being able to radically give a new look and feel to a room. Make easy work of ‘hard work’ in a sense.
What is painful? Painting a house is painful. You hire someone to do it and the result is shoddy work which leaves paint drops all over your precious goods, carpet and tiles. You do it yourself and it takes you a forever and a day. This is pain. So imagine being able to take the walls outside to paint them… What about changes to an area like a kitchen where you’re no longer confined to a granite/granite-look-feel table and kitchen tops?
On that note – I’ll sketch some of these ideas, colour them in and upload them. I’m sure you’ll like what I will have in store.