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# early new year's resolutions    01'12'11 16:46    link

may i quote: "new year's resolution number one, and it isn't even new year yet".
i've had them coming for a while, too. Here's the first one: to stop saying the horrid doei. Ouch! That hurts! Nou Doei...

# the mayfly project    01'12'11 16:44    link

Sum up 2001 in twenty words or less. Check it out.

# home » blue » moon    01'12'11 16:27    link

i love this: i decided to run away for a while and find my place.
(via here, then here, through here )

#      01'12'11 10:06

just found out that i had been adding entries for the past few days but in an odd way that didn't invoke the update script afterwards...

# a dream of the deep south    01'12'07 10:31

I had a vivid (vivid as in technicolor) dream tonight. I was visiting the deep south of the US, Louisiana or thereabouts, with a friend who grew up there. Since nobody was flying anymore, her uncle picked us up from the station, that remarkably was full of SNCF electrical loco's looking as dusty and worn as everything else, doing lots of seemlingly useless shunting around.
Apart from the french loco's though, it was just like the Proverbial South: a bit humid, the green was a deep green, the cars were a bit like Havana's, older models somehow still going. We sat in the back of the worn pickup, we stopped at a store to pick up some groceries in a store and uncle had a chat with the local coppa, having an 'old boys talk'. And i felt very happy at the prospect of having to live in this rural backwater where everything seemed to be going much slower, from driving to talking, for the rest of my life.
And then, while being in the dream, i said to my friend: 'you know, the south is so different from how i thought it would be. The image i had from movies and books was soooo different!'. While, funnily enough, i was inside this dream, which was precisely that image: all my prejudices, positive, negative, romantic, stacked on top of each other.
Most of the time when i dream, i somehow know that it is a dream. sometimes it's reassuring (in the middle of a nightmare, somehow knowing it is a dream). sometimes it's not. Or otherwise the dream seems to be the real thing. But this kind of nesting i hadn't had for a long time. I woke up with a big grin, i finally understood where i'd been all night. A bit sorry though that i wasn't going to live there though...

# more things to do when you're ill    01'12'06 15:31

Doing a Letterman: here's... my favourite books from my bookshelve!
(and yes, that's a singular)
C.E.J. Freyer: A history of slipping and slip carriages ... am i kidding? no, i kid u not! The subject's more interesting than the writing but i've always been utterly fascinated by this apparently typically british railway custom. Of which still not much is known, this book is the definite work and stretches to a full 96 pages.
Douglas Copeland: Generation X ... to show you kids my age. Seriously, he hasn't written much decent since, but this book is packed with oldfashioned storytelling, both in the main body and in the sidebars (which don't come out nearly as well in the current print versions - it's worth reading the old, odd-sized edition)
Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh: the book of wisdom vol. II. There are so many Osho books, there must be thousands, and i'm very happy with the four i've got. Some i bought the gave away, others were left for the next person to read... but this one i've always kept, as it's the first Osho book i read. Great to open on a random page and read for a bit. Lots of jokes and old sufi tales in these discourses on Atisha. And wisdom.
Roald Dahl: De fantastische meneer Vos. From childhood, hence in dutch. Fantastic. I'm not a big Dahl fan in general but this one is just so, well, complete. Not too long. Not too short. Colourful characters. A cheerful hero. Over-the-top villains. And a happy ending that's so much too good to be true that you don't even think about it being too much, it's just happy ever after, full stop.
 
... i want to go back to bed again. More on these sometime later: Tonke Dragt: Ogen van tijgers, Herman Hesse: Siddharta, Hendrik van Teylingen: Dronken olifanten, Oek de Jong: De hemelvaart van Massimo.

# things you find out when you're ill    01'12'05 17:23

... half a cup of Coolbest Vitaday, a teaspoon of honey stirred in, topped off with hot water makes a drink that can't be beat for a sore throat.

# Fernando Lameirinhas    01'12'05 16:45    link

been listening to Fernando Lameirinhas a lot today. The man who cannot help but smile when he sings.
I met him eight years ago, when I attended a songwritingworkshop at the Buitenkunst festival/fair/whatevertocallit, which he did so well, encouraging everyone in the very varied group to go for their own unique talent. A combination of enthousiasm, humbleness and love for music and people.
So after that course, I had to check him out and luckily, he played an open-air concert in the vondelpark a week later. And he blew me away! When he sings, plays, and sees that his band's swinging, he can't help but smile. Enjoyment. And it's contagious, too. And then I haven't said a word about his wonderful songs or the band...
Every now and then I run into him again and he's always very friendly. I once met him around dinnertime where of course I had to come in, from which I remember the tea from fresh lemongrass, the best meal I'd had someone cook me in my life 'til then, and that he's got the same smile and enjoyment for his family as he's got on stage - he's such a great father!
So, co cut it short: go and see him, he plays all over europe (though on the current agenda only gigs in the benelux are listed). And get his cd's. Start with the latest, the double-live album. It's great.

#      01'12'05 11:30

slowly recovering. lots of camomille tea with honey and swiss herb sweets. and tissues. even getting up to read mail for a moment. but enough for now.

#      01'12'04 09:53

sinusitis. a cold. head aches. 'nuff said.
(ok, just one thing: i woke up at 19.25 yesterday night, and was awake for a few minutes thinking, praying, meditating, whatever to call it, in honour of george. then fell asleep again. nice sign)