Negative Ion, Postive Vibration

Category: , , , By Travis Lyle a.k.a DJ Hedmekanik

Falling water is a beautiful thing. No, not the Frank Lloyd Wright building, although that is admittedly a symphony of concrete executed in a style quite poetic, considering its position. No, no, no - I’m talking about the action of falling water. Rain, waterfalls, waves, hell, even your common-or-garden hosepipe, they all create negatively charged ions. Don’t believe me? Google. They’re generated by the action of falling water and, luckily for us, they have an invigorating effect on our cells. Which means they make us feel good.
No, we’re not going down the mystical sandals, herbs and yoghurt route - step away from the lentils and keep that Mayan calendar where we can see it, hippie! I’m talking about waves, people, waves. Sorry for those who don’t have the luxury of being able to bolt to the beach after work (what, you don’t work? Get a job, hippie!) but damn, it’s a wonderful thing. Especially in the day & age when you can skip over to a website, and quickly check out the state of your favourite spot.
It looks good. Real good. Your blood pressure goes up a notch, and it’s only 3:30! You do your best to concentrate but you can’t help thinking about those lucky bastards who you saw in the grainy pic, who are obviously having the time of their lives riding waves that you could be nicking from them - the bastards! Pressure’s mounting, concentration is down to goldfish level and you’re pacing your cubicle like a captive beast. An hour and a half goes by, and you’re off like a greyhound after a track bunny.
And then it’s bliss, sheer sweet bliss. Admittedly you’re out there fighting for air, taking tons of pressure on your head every time you wipe out and generally defying common sense by taking off late into churning barrels that crunch you down and spit you out like an olive pip. But then that’s half the fun.
Work, what work? Worries, what worries? For that span of time, those negative ions are bombarding your hooting ass with bunny-happy zaps of joy, and all is good in the world. You go home with the warm afterglow of exercise and a smile like a freshly-lobotmised mental patient, every single last cell in your body stumbling along with a big goofy smile on its microscopic cellular face.
Falling water? I love it.

2 comments so far.

  1. Craig November 1, 2007 at 3:31 AM
    Now u understand why i will someday live in Indonesia.....
  2. Travis Lyle November 1, 2007 at 1:02 PM
    Hmm, well, keep your eyes peeled - two of my mates recently had all their possessions liberated by some enterprising locals whilst they were out in the surf...

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