# Chat 04'01'27 17:08
Oh, the glamour of being a model...
# MeFi gathering 04'01'27 10:41 link
A MeFi gathering in Amsterdam,
c'est froid. Just when I'm out of town.
# What was stolen 04'01'15 01:09
My wallet got nicked on the train today. First, let me reserve one paragraph for the bastard who did this.
... #$@! ...
So that's taken care of then. Bloody hell.
Time.
More than anything it was time that was stolen from me.
I spent over two hours getting my cards blocked, registering the
theft at the Railway Police-station because my drivers' license
was in it as well. And I will be spending a long time tomorrow
at the Dienst Burgerzaken for a new one. Bother.
And Money.
I don't think that son of a bitch was very happy counting the
pennies, there was a grand total of
39 eurocents in my wallet. Hah.
But the new debit card will probably arrive in four working
days. That's a week from now.
The creditcard will take even longer, I hardly use that one
anyway (they've never taken off here). So all that money in the
bank, but how to get to it? I'll have to borrow some here, some
there, and pay it back when I can. More bother.
The feeling violated.
There wasn't much personal stuff lost,
certainly niothing unique. But sod it, someone's picked my bloody
pocket. In a very quiet train, I'm still amazed at how it was done.
I'm streetwise enough, I've never been pickpocketed. I've had
bikes stolen, five times, four times in Amsterdam so they don't
really count. And the only car i've ever owned was crashed by
joyriders after two months, but hey, I somehow wasn't meant to
have it. So this feels like the first time that I've been hit.
Damn. I thought that somehow, I wouldn't be.
I've locked my door very thorougly tonight.
# Seeing Magnolia again 04'01'08 09:23
Magnolia was on tv tonight, on canvas so no commercials, just the full three hours straight.
I made a cup of tea halfway and sent one sms, otherwise no distractions. It had me hooked like few movies do when I watch them on my small screen.
I saw it in the cinema when it came out, and I was very touched by it then, too - but by different parts of the script. It were the victims then whom I related to then, like Jim the lonely cop, the Quiz kid, Claudia, Jimmy's daughter. The other storylines I did not relate to inside myself, but more as the world outside.
Watching it now, I found myself not half as interested in those
characters' stories as in the others'. Especially Jimmy and Frank Mackey.
I have dropped much of my own victim and gained more compassion over the
years, and I'm really thankful for that.
And I cried like I haven't done in a long time. I cried for the sadness I
identified with, for the sadness I saw outside myself, and for the sadness
which hit me just as much inside of me as outside.
It was the first real 'cracking up' moment after the split with M.
around christmas. Sometimes it takes a movie to take me out of myself
and let myself break. Or maybe it was just the right movie at the right
time.
# cool domain name... 04'01'07 13:43 link
The Metro of Copenhagen's website: www.m.dk. And m.dk also works. Cool.
# Names are powerful 04'01'06 10:51 link
Quoting David Mamet:
No one involved in a "relationship" ever had a good time. One may be courting, seducing, experimenting sexually, dating, married, keeping company, and so on. But anything called "a relationship" must eventually result in sorrow, as the participants are unwilling to examine and name its nature.
Amen to that.
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