Thursday, June 24, 2010

terrorism is everywhere

The recent qualification of World Cup enthusiasm as "Orange Terrorism" has led me to realize.. there are so many forms of terrorism that we have learned to accept and live with every day that we don't even realize they are what they are... terrorism.

Safety belt terrorism. Insurance terrorism. Close-your-car-windows-when-you-park-your-car-at-the-local-supermarket-for-15-minutes-on-a-hot-day Terrorism. Seriously. I returned to my car today after visiting the supermarket, and the man just getting in or out the car parked next to mine reproached me for having left my window open. I replied that I thought it unnecessary to close it, because the neighbourhood was so safe. After a short silence, he agreed.

Watching the game NED-KAM while listening to an episode of a British television detective series. This is really quite interesting and can be recommended above doing it the other way around.

Friday, June 18, 2010

same voice, but easier to silence

My kid gets angry with me and shouts at me. So I told him he's started to be like his dad, same voice. And then he laughed.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Dutch expertise

So BP is destroying Floridas coast line and it's big on the news... Poor BP. They are not handling it well at all are they. Above all they should hire Shell's PR. Shell have been leaking oil in the Niger Delta for decennia and have managed to all but completely ruin the plant and animal life in it, poisoning the main source of drinking water for the human population ... perfectly undisturbed, without any notable effect on the public at all.

Friday, June 11, 2010

of empty camera batteries and perfect roses

An impression, of driving 1500 klicks in three days, of empty photocamera batteries, of donjons and abandoned houses, of ice cream colored skies and shining wet pavements, of having a coffee in a little town called Loches while waiting for the laundry, of tourists in pink bath robes and of some perfect roses.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

pure black and bittersweet

What I really wanted for my birthday was a big black oversized garbage bag, and to take it around my house and fill it up with all the useless presents that anyone ever gave me in the past. And for none of those people to get angry with me for throwing their dedicated rubbish away.

What I really wanted is pure black bittersweet indifference, and I got what I wished for. Two whole bags full of it.

I cleaned this house as though I am moving out of here tomorrow. It felt good.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010