my flowering portulacaria afra (jade) plant

I have been meaning to post this for a while now. In December, during the Australian summer, one of my portulacaria afra (jade) plants flowered a small amount of flowers.

Kitty was in our rooftop garden when she calls out that my plant is flowering. “Not it’s not”, I say, “they don’t flower here”. “Yes it is”, she says, “I swear”. I finally am convinced to come outside and see.

It was the most amazing thing, considering I have never seen this plant flower before, and according to most sites on the Internet, I don’t think I will ever see one again.

The flowers are rare in cultivation, but if kept very dry the older [and presumably unpruned] plants may flower after rain.

Amazing stuff.

end of the line

In a week’s time I will delete this blog. Rather than let it wither and die, I’ll do it in one fell swoop.

This blog was always an experiment, write about anything and see what happens. I used it to write about a lot of shit that made me angry and I simply no longer care.

The Dalai Lama apparently once said:

“Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.”

I’ve written on here a dozen times how I used to want to buy a house. I used to get angry that young people couldn’t afford houses. I now realize it was all a ruse: you don’t buy a house, you just take on debt.

I somehow thought you couldn’t have a home without owning a house, which is complete bullshit. We have a wonderful home, and we don’t have a single dollar of debt to our names. It has meant we are blessed to make decisions we wouldn’t have been able to make if we had debt. Kitty has taken two and a half years off (so far) to raise two wonderful boys. We live in a beautiful apartment with a wonderful roof top garden, and when we get sick of it, like we did our last place, we give our notice and pay a few hundred dollars to move somewhere else that suits our phase of our lives.

I now truly believe you need to change your mind. I used to believe a lot of shit I no longer believe in, that’s how I know I have grown.

The older I get the more I believe that everything happens for a reason, no matter whether good or bad. It sounds harsh because some truly terrible stuff happens to very undeserving people, but it’s what I believe. When something bad happens, I see it as an opportunity to make things better. I dislocated my patella (knee cap) in November last year and saw it as an opportunity to focus on losing weight and living a more healthy lifestyle. Without it, I probably wouldn’t have made that change, and I would have been my same old self. I can now sleep on long plane trips because I don’t drink copious amounts of carbonated caffeinated beverages that keep me wired.

But the biggest change in my life has been having the two boys. Everyone told me (but I didn’t believe them) but it’s so true: everything changes when you have kids. It’s no longer about you, it’s now about them. It sounds negative but it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me (besides meeting Kitty of course) and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

alan greenspan can print more money

This is screwed up:

“This is not an issue of credit rating. The United States can pay any debt it has because we can always print money to do that”

Alan Greenspan on the USA’s credit rating being downgraded on the weekend.

Print more money? Seriously? Is that really the solution to the whole world, Australia included, being addicted to debt and having been on one huge debt binge for the last decade? Confidence inspiring.

Video here.

a day in sydney

We spent a fun filled Saturday in Sydney. It was a beautiful autumn day with clear skies. We had brekky In Paddington and then walked to Bondi Junction, calling in at the Paddington markets on the way. We did lunch on Bondi Beach and spent the afternoon in the city.

The Australian Centre for Photography is excellent. The subjects and the styles of work displayed in the Head On: Alternative Portraits collection was amazing.