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Johannesburg versus Sydney (vs Melbourne)
Oct 6th
I been thinking about writing this post for a while but it’s only now that i think i have enough exposure to this other city, being Sydney, that I feel I can give some kind of opinion. Also, when I say Johannesburg vs Sydney, what I am really saying is living in South Africa versus living in Australia as generalisations of those cities
So where do we begin……
Well, we might as well start with the big things, the tangible things. The things that South African’s say they wish they never had in South Africa. Top of that list is without doubt, crime.
I’ll just be brutally direct about this, Australia doesn’t have crime, not in how we would define it in South Africa. Sure, there are the occasional robberies, muggings and bar fights but by and large, violent crime is something that hardly ever happens and when it does, believe me, it makes national news. Its actually pretty weird getting used to it. In fact, i haven’t quite yet realised that i don’t have to pack my laptop in the boot when i drive nor that i need to drive around with closed windows. The aussies complain about it being a nanny state and when South Africans come here, they complain about all the rules even though its those same very rules they desire when they are back home. I don’t disagree, Australia is certainly a nanny state but you know what, that’s why shit works here, that’s why there is no crime. I’ll give you a few examples of what I saw here with my own eyes through my last three visits…..
In my first trip here I, I was walking near a shopping centre of sorts on a Tuesday night where a young girl was a bit drunk and making a bit of a noise outside one of the closed stores. Nothing bad, just a bit of noise. Within 5 minutes, two police cars arrived, threw her in the back of the van and off they went. Strong arm tactics? Maybe a bit, but did it prevent the situation from getting worse and possibly making her think twice about her behavior? I’m damn sure! Then more recently, I was at a nightclub on a Saturday night with friends and a drunken brawl broke out between two dudes. A couple of punches were thrown and it ended. Within 5 minutes there were TEN policemen who taped off the area and began asking witness questions to everyone in the room, myself included.
Now again, this might seem severe but the point here is that people fear the cops for the right reasons in Aus. As we all know in SA, our reason for fearing the cops is what might happen to us if we can’t pay them a bribe or in extreme situation, how you might get beaten or raped by them. This nearly happened to someone I care about very much the other night, the only thing that saved her from what seemed like a certain rape situation, was that she had a decent sum of money in her wallet. Who the hell do we trust if we cannot trust our police?!?
Ok so the police function effectively and crime is low, what else. Well what about services? What about the basic functioning of the city that is based, in theory, off our hard earned tax money. Well its quite ridiculous how well both Sydney and Melbourne function. It’s as if every cent of your tax is being used as it was intended. In the nearly 2 months I have spent here now, I have not seen a single broken traffic light, a single pothole or even a single car accident. Their town planning is absolute genius. In fact, its as if they look at how all of the rest of the world does something and then they think to themselves, well that works, how can we improve it or that doesn’t work, how can change it. They have such attention to detail with how their roads are defined and how to make traffic flow efficiently without causing holdups. Thus you see far more roundabouts and far less stop streets. Traffic lights are longer on main roads and yes it irritates you but it gets the cars through quicker and ultimately, you get through quicker as well. Another thing here related to why so few accidents occur, everyone sticks to the rules of the road and the speed limits. Its drives South Africans nuts but you know what, it works! In SA, pedestrians wait for cars, in Sydney, pedestrians are so confident walking across the road when the little green man comes on, they don’t even look. Cars stop dead wherever they are. Needless to say, I have nearly run over a few ozzies with my South African exuberance and unintentional non-conformity to the rules.
Other biggies are that they have a demerit system for driving and they enforce it strictly. In fact, this past weekend was a long weekend and because they know people are going away and may be a bit more reckless, they enforced double demerits for any traffic violations! Oh and PS, never drink and drive in Aus!!! No one does it. Call a cab, use the public transport or have a designated dave because if you get caught over the limit, you go to jail and in certain cases (as what happened to a friend of a friend) you may lose you license indefinitely! No bribing of police officers here, you simply don’t fuck with that shit.
Now thinking of some of the bigger picture things here like raising a family. To be honest, if you are a young family with young kids, you will be giving your kids a better life and lifestyle as well as more opportunities by moving here. Secondary public school education is free and tertiary education can be paid back to the government, interest free, over a long period of time something to the effect of 10 years. So really, every kid in Australia has an abundance of opportunity. For this reason (and many others) Australia has one of the lowest unemployment rates in the world, less than 3% I think.
Melbourne was recently voted the number one most livable city in the world, while Sydney was placed sixth, according to the Economist’s Global Liveability Survey. That tells you something…..
Ok so with all this good, there must be some bad. Yes of course.
Sydney is ridiculously expensive. Housing is insane! So insane that my friend, who lives in a very cosmopolitan suburb called Surrey Hills (think Greenside but in the middle of the city near all the action), told me that to buy the house he is renting, which is roughly equivalent to the house I own in South Africa, would cost $700,000. My house cost R700,000! Now when you factor the average salary in Aus against the average salary in SA, then this difference becomes even greater. Living costs are certainly higher here but i feel you are getting more for those costs, not so much in the size of your house or the car you drive because that would be better in SA, but in the quality of your lifestyle. Having said that, electronic products are definitely cheaper in Aus and of course, you can get uncapped, unshaped 24 Mbps ADSL for $40 per month! yeah i know what you are thinking……(WTFF Telkom!!!!)
Then there are certain intangibles which I particular like about Sydney, but more so in Melbourne. People, believe it or not, are less image conscious here. I cant stand the current Johannesburg trend of BMW’s, Merc’s, Audi’s and 4×4′s everywhere. Its like we have gone power mad in jhb and everybody needs to have that little piece of bling. I do understand where it stems from though. I think because we sacrifice a lot in terms of crime, corruption and 3rd world inefficiencies in SA, we tend to want to compensate for it with material items. In a society where these issues barely exist, these desires are less pronounced because people are able to fill up their lives with a better quality of life.
You might also hear South Africans who return from a trip to Sydney say that it lacks a bit of soul. I don’t disagree with these thoughts, I feel the same. It certainly doesn’t have the vibe that London but nonetheless, I think there is more than enough in terms of bars, pubs, clubs, lounges and great restaurants. For me, this is where Melbourne takes the cake of top Aussie city. Unlike Sydney, its has mountains of character and soul and probably the best foodie cafe culture I have ever seen. I have probably eaten the best meals of my life in Melbourne and the coffee is legendary. Maybe these things are trivial to you, but to me its really important. I am a party animal so I need to be in a place with a lot of soul and Melbourne is without doubt Australia’s food, nightlife, culture and sporting capital while Sydney is the more refined and prettier big brother that’s all about career, bling, being outdoors and the sea. Melbourne is raw, edgy and full of people with tattoos and piercings. Sydney is full of suits and mini-skirts. If these two cities were jhb nightclubs, Sydney would be Taboo, Melbourne would be the Newtown Precinct. Melbourne feels like a giant Melville (without the drug dealers, beggars and car guards) whereas Sydney feels like Sandton.
Which ever of these two cities strikes your fancy, a few things common to both is the brilliant public transport (you don’t need a car if you live close to the city), the complete lack of car guards, beggars, petrol attendants and in general, anyone else trying to give you assistance that you don’t need, and the way in which shit just gets done. Oh yes, no domestic workers here unless you are very rich, so you be cleaning that shit yourselves!!
I guess the one thing I haven’t mentioned yet are the aussies themselves. How do they compare to South Africans? To be honest, I struggle to read them somewhat. A large part of this has to do with how they speak. In general, most people raise the tone of their voice towards the end of a sentence involving a question. What I have noticed is that aussies tend to do this in every sentence, whether its a question or not and this makes them hard to read, well, at least for me. I find that while South Africans are more abrasive up-front, we tend to be friendly once you get to know us. Aussies on the other hand are quite the opposite. They tend to be very friendly to your face but its doesn’t quite feel sincere. Again this might be more of a cultural differences than a genuine difference in character. Either way, we are different people. South Africans are definitely more aggressive, as expected, given the background we come from. To the aussies, this comes across as arrogance and in general, South Africans are seen as arrogant by many Australians.
So be it….. that’s life. At the end of the day, we are all part of one world with a bit of sand and water in between and the only real difference between us, exists in our minds, not the imaginary lines drawn on the map nor the political boundaries created by our leaders.
Well that’s it for now. I will probably have more as I still have another month here in Sydney before returning home but I hope this was remotely useful.
Right or happy?
Jul 7th
Strange mental space at the moment….Through the psychological voyage of the mind’s eye over the many years and in some respects, in complete opposite directions at times, I feel a tremendous inner strength.
I see the egos’ flashing around me and I feel the desire of my own ego to claw its way back to its former glory and then I feel that calming feeling that you can only feel once you have learned what the ego is an how damaging its claws can be. And then I realise and remember and feel, and feel sorry for, all those around me, that will spend the rest of their lives, most likely, chasing their tail trying to make themselves appears greater or bigger than what they are. When I feel these feelings, I also deeply remember that in feeling them, there is a part of me that is judging those people and thinking that I am better because I do not feel them in the same way, for a sizeable portion of life-time, any longer.
Of course, that is my ego
We are never far away from it. My ability to keep my ego in check has been challenged recently through certain events at home, at work, and just in general but the one thing that I know, is that I have immeasurable inner strength and this strength keeps me pushing and trying. It especially keeps me from saying what you sometimes want to say certain people, when you see their ego and it’s personal self-destructive nature coming to the fore.
I can’t say what I want to say to them.
Each of us needs to find our own path and come to realise these concepts (or never realise or acknowledge them or accept them) over the course of our lives.
We may choose to accept or to reject and either option may work for us and thus allow us to conclude that the option is irrelevant because hey, we’re successful, our approach worked and yours, therefore, didn’t. What do we mean by “worked”? Does this mean wealth and career success? Does this mean great friends and relationships? Does this means we are right and you are wrong?
In all our rightness, how often are we ever really happy? Do you want to be right? Or do you want to be happy?
I am so happy that we are doing an EQ course…All the prodding and pushing the right people, with the right words, in the way that they needed to hear it, has paid off….manipulation and job done haha
You see….that was my ego, right there. It wants you to know what I did. It’s wants you to know how clever I was in manipulating the people I needed to, to achieve my goal.
That’s why we all need it, because we are never free from it.
So you tell me, so what if we all have a massively giant ego? “I don’t care, I am happy” you say. You will never know what happiness is until you understand what your ego is. And even then, you will struggle to control it most of the time. It will get the better of you and when it does, you will revert into your old patterns of attention desperation, chasing the future but never living in the present (the future brings salvation and a better life) and being unable to let go of what others said or didn’t and should have said.
I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be able to truly subside my ego fully.
And I think, I am finally ok with that.
The most beautiful thing
Mar 19th
What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen or felt?
Is there something out there which in a moment, makes every thought and emotion crash into the floor?
Have you ever felt that feeling when time stands still in the mist of something truly spectacular and your entire being is wrapped up in cushions made of bliss and cotton wool?
It’s an amazing state to be in.
Amongst all the dark skies, there is always that one faint, distant sliver of light through the clouds. The darkness can always be lifted and the sun can shine again. Everything can be transcended. Wrongs can be righted and lessons can be learned.
So much beauty in the world, so much sorrow. Sorrow is beatiful. Sorrow is human, everything human is beautiful. Peaceful. Perfect. Imperfect.
What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen or felt? You are.
So much to think, so little to say
Mar 15th
Apparently, it is not what people say to us that pisses us off…..In fact, it is our lack of response to what people say to us that pisses us off far more, think about it……
I think we all feel this right? People steal our ideas, people take what we said and turn it against us, people think they are making us feel like we came up with the idea, we think we let others come up with the idea and then they take credit for it and then we get cross, we think that others use what we say to enhance what they say. Yeah i know, you feel it too…….
That endless game of apparent strategy that you feel you are winning one second and losing the next. That desire to feel like you are the one who has the knowledge and at the same time, feel like you control who else has the knowledge.
You feel like you are playing chess with a bunch that are playing checkers? Of course, they feel the same and you both feel like your chess has out smart’ed each others’ checkers. We are both wrong and we are both right.
You also both know when you are playing the same game as each other – there is a sense when your games coincide perhaps?
Life is fucking bizarre hey! One day you feel good about yourself, the next you feel bad. One day you feel like you made the right decision, the next day you think it was a total fuck up! One day you understand yourself, the next day you can’t understand your cat (my cat is fucking clever okay!!!)
I think the only thing we can do is speak our minds. I am only starting to so this now really. If I was to do this every day with everything I did, I would have no friends, no family, no colleagues, no clients. That’s what I am gonna start doing. Why? Because I am fucking right. It doesn’t really matter whether or not I am right, all that matters is that I believe I am right. Fuck you if you get in my way. You don’t stand a chance against my kind of gusto. Again, my ego wants to feel that. Your ego wants to match that. We are all so pathetic.
I wish I understood this less. I wish I understood you’ less.
A great book to read: Confessions of an advertising man
Mar 5th
David Ogilvy was born in West Horsley, England in 1911 and was the youngest of five children of a Scottish stockbroker. He was educated at Fettes College, Edinburgh and Christ Church, Oxford, but was expelled before he completed his degree. This, he said, was the real failure of his life. He then worked in the kitchen of the Hotel Majestic in Paris and was a door-to-door salesman for Aga cookers in Scotland before emigrating to the US in 1938. At the age of 37, with two staff and no clients, he founded his New York based agency, which later merged form the international company now known as Ogilvy and Mather, the worlds most powerful, most respected advertising agency.
Today Ogilvy has offices in 173 cities worldwide and has been widely recognized as providing the worlds greatest ever campaigns, many of which have been successful at creating the worlds greatest companies.
David Ogilvy is considered to be not just the Father of Modern Advertising, which on its own would be something quite extraordinary but taking a step back, he is considered to be the Father of Modern Consumerism.
This book, originally written in 1963 and then reworked in 1988, provides an anecdotal and powerful insight into one of the worlds greatest ever salesman, managers and creative geniuses. This is a book that every manager, entrepreneur-in-the-making and executive should read whatever industry you are in because the wisdom, while spoken about in an advertising agency context, is as appropriate in every other type of business.
The book is broken down into the following sections:
- How to manage an advertising agency
- How to get clients
- How to keep clients
- How to be a good client
- How to build great campaigns
- How to write potent copy
- How to illustrate advertisements and posters
- How to make good television commercials
- How to make good campaigns for food products, tourist destinations and proprietary medicines
- How to rise to the top of the tree – advice to the young.
- Should advertising be abolished.
The interesting thing about this book, when I relate it to the stories my wife tells of her experiences of working at an Ogilvy agency, is just how powerful a true leader can be in mobilizing an entire generation of people. Few people throughout history have been able to achieve such feats in a positive way that changes the world for the better. David Ogilvy was one of those leaders.
http://www.loot.co.za/product/david-ogilvy-ogilvy-on-advertising/vbcs-286-g960
Some of his famous quotes: http://www.problogger.net/archives/2011/02/02/10-david-ogilvy-quotes-that-could-revolutionize-your-blogging/
“The King of Madison Avenue: David Ogilvy and the Father of Modern Advertising: http://www.amazon.com/King-Madison-Avenue-Ogilvy-Advertising/dp/0230100368/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1299318002&sr=1-1