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I'm at the podium on Thursday 19 May at 4:45pm (GMT). This is the title of my paper: "Why South Africans Prefer to Read their Tablecloths than Buy a Poetry Anthology". And I still have to actually write the damn thing. I have the outline, but still need to get the details in place. But that's what palmtops and airoplanes are for.
I'm also about to head out for a quick business meeting. A friend's father is keen to take his business into Africa, and I was called in to write the franchise documentation. Suffice to say that I could easily see that his franchise model wasn't going to work. So I called in a friend of mine, Jan Grobler of Curator. He's a franchise maven, and he's taken more than 15 South African businesses to success in the last few years. My meeting now is to show the franchise agreement and get a signature.
If I get the signature, I don't have to worry too much about being broke in London, cos I get a small commission, and I'll be involved later on in this project. I LOVE the fact that being an ex advertising copywriter gave me a huge business-book shelf, and tons of knowledge. And now I'm starting to leverage that knowledge. Time to get wealthy and start making my personal motto come true: "I live my art in prosperity and abundance."
On the love front, it looks like polyamory might finally be working for me. I'm actively dating both M and J, and both of them know about the other, and both are more or less cool about it. M is less cool about it than J, but we're talking about it. Cards on the table, basically.
What's different about this attempt at the experiment is that I'm actually fond of both M and J, and it's not just about the sex. In my previous attempt, I had found two women who were willing to try polyamory, and I thought, "Hey! Cool! I'd better have relationships with these women!!!" Instead of saying, "Do I WANT relationships with these women? If these women WEREN'T okay about polyamory, would I STILL want to be with them?"
On the Hawaiian ka huna front, I've cleared out my diningroom, I've bought a heater, I've bought hand towels and sarongs, I've borrowed an old Creative Nomad MP3 player from my buddy Charl, and I've ordered a ka huna massage bed from a company in Cape Town. When I get back from London at the end of the month, I'm hoping it'll be here waiting for me. I'll be starting to offer two to three massages a week then. Yay!!! Can't wait!!!
Right now, I've gotta go and shower, eat some musli, do some prep for this franchise meeting, and then rush home to pack. Damon's giving me a lift to the airport, and I'll be staying at an hotel in London central for the first four days, and at my best buddy from grade 2, Paul, after that. Hopefully he's going to show me how to have a good time in London with the seventy-nine British pounds I have. (But it's cool. I also have a credit card. Only slightly strained.)