Cubes

Last week’s Conversation Camp in London took a fun twist. A client and I met some people and ended up spending much of the day together. The artist invited us to the private club Shoreditch House which was near where we run the Conversation Camp there in London at the Ace hotel. Shoreditch house was great fun and there’s no place like a private club for meeting cool and attractive people. :)

Before that though, we were goofing around and filmed some video or myself and the artist, Tamer Nakisci juggling his art. I just bought a new iPhone and was keen to try out the slow-motion video feature so I ended up editing it all up to music when I got home. 

In any case, conversation skills are great at getting things you want, like dates with attractive people and success in sales and business. But they’re also great for random, fun adventures with strangers. 

Here’s the story I wrote with the video at the end. Enjoy!

• Wayne

 

Cubes

This is the true story of four strangers meeting in a cafe.

The storyteller sits at the next table to the artist. They are strangers.

The artist pulls out a bright object and says, “I have these cubes. They’re the basic building block of our lives.”

“Interesting,” says the storyteller. “Why not a ball?”

“Balls are wonderful but they’re literally, worlds to their own. You can’t stack a ball or build structures with them like you can the cube.”

The storyteller rubbed his chin. “I never thought about it that way.”

The artist made a show of offering the cube. “Will you accept this gift?

“Yes. I’ll set it right here next to my tea and later try to give it a good home.” And so he took the cube, not knowing that would change the course of the day.

“What’s that?” said the technologist when he showed up.

“A building block of creativity,” said the storyteller. “The cube is like any of the elements of a story. Think of it like a character, or an action shot or a reaction shot.”

“I see,” said the technologist. “I want to learn more about stories. The three sat together appreciating the cube.

“Its color is striking,” said the technologist.

“Yes,” said the artist. “I worked hard to get that just right. “It’s not quite orange which would make you think of fruit. And it’s not quite red which would make you think of fire engines and street lights. The color lies somewhere in between - not familiar, but not strange either.”

The technologist and the storyteller nodded their heads as if the artist had discovered something profound.

Just then a Marathon Runner showed up. She wore fast shoes and smiled easily.

“Is this table taken,” she said.

“Please,” said the artist, gesturing grandly for her to sit at the next table to the group.

“What is that?” she asked.

“Our technology is made up of discreet units,” said the technologist. “Your phone for instance, in your pocket is made up of cubes. There are cubes within cubes within cubes. This cubes represents all those cubes.”

“You’re right I’m sure,” she said. “But I don’t know what the cube means to me. Running a marathon is very circular with no sharp corners at all.”

“Ah yes,” said the artist.

“Good point,” said the storyteller.

“Oh well,” said the technologist.

They sat in quiet for a moment, each contemplating the meaning of this conversation.

“But,” said the Marathon Runner. “I like the color.”

Everyone smiled and agreed on that. The conversation ran on to other things and, in a short time, they became friends.

“What shall we do to keep the fun going?” asked the artist.

“Let’s go shoot some video of the cube outside on the street.”

“Yes,” said the artist. “That’s where the cube belongs - with the people.”

The storyteller did not know if the artist was joking. But they all went outside and filmed themselves playing with cubes.

London Friends