A few weeks ago, I finally watched Jiro Dreams of Sushi, this beautifully composed documentary about Jiro Ono, who I can only describe as a sushi grand master, who’s spend many decades perfecting the art of crafting, creating sushi, these works of art that are so clean and simple, so elegant. He dreams sushi; it is his life’s work. The work ethic, the discipline he demands from his sons and apprentices is rigorous and uncompromising. The work is quantifiable. The expected outcomes are concrete. There is no such thing as good enough.
So let’s speculate on an alternate reality in which these aliens parked their mother ship over Johannesburg in 1989, a few year before the end of the official system known as Apartheid.
