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The king is dead, long live the queen...The king is dead... Long live the queen!
De koning is dood. Leve de koningin! (Le roi est mort, vive la reine! The king is dead, long live the queen!)
Working on Julliette now. Yeah yeah. (klik hier voor foto -->www.mastuvu.nu/picisrael/julliette.pdf)
Formatted my computer and changed to Mac Os X.
Arthur died, and Julliette was born.
(Offcourse, this is not an ordinary update... This is something totally new. And because this system is soo much better, it just had to be a woman...)
So this is an ode to Julliette Binoche, because of her beauty and her brains. Just like this beauty.
I am still amazed what Apple does. Not only the form of their machines are beautiful. The system is aswell.
And no blue screens.
All the free add-ons.
Pc-users will always add that Mac-users over-exagerate these things. But I dont agree.
It is so obvious, so easy to work with.
I love the new system.
The details. It is about the details.
When there is this upgrade thing, we automaticly get a warning of Apple. Not an email, no, a thing that starts everything. And this is also on the software that goes along. All for free.
One good reason to use pc? 95% percent of the people is using it.
Why? Because not everybody can be smart... Grinning.
(Question to PC-users: Do you also wonder why PC never had the idea to design a notebook, or an ordinary one.
Just to make it look good, instead of having it look like a plastic grey box...)
Posted on August 1, 2003
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Another sunset
A horrible hot day at work, frustrating when you have a motorcycle that is glancing outside. So when I caught I call from Zabine, asking whether I wanted to join her on the beach in Ostend... well, I just took the helmet and started driving.
A sun going down differently than last time. Bright shiny colors now, ressembling Tel Aviv, but less hot, and WITH french fries on the beach.
I guess heaven can be very simple: a good friend, good food (I didnt say healthy...) and a magnificent view.
Seems that lately I am more impressed by views than by people.
When Zabine takes my camera she starts taking pictures of the kids on the beach (see below) while I was focussing on forms and views.
Zabine her pictures are great, she manages to catch souls. Take a look: www.zabine.be/zabine and dont hesitate to tell her your impression.
She mentioned she lost the click of photography. Well, everybody has it once in a while. (I stopped taking pictures for 6 months after graduating, and now, I do the funny shots, but not the real stuff.) So it isnt a disaster. For me, the will to picture the world comes back in an instant, when seeing exhibitions of good photographers, and envy what they do. Or seeing other people busy with photography. I become very mad about myself being lazy...
The only solution: taking pics. So thats what I do. It works.
Posted on August 2, 2003
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Familyday
Except for the waking up. Somehow I cant get to sleep early, somehow I do wake up early... Doesnt really fit my schedule, and I am tired all day...
But anyway, had a great day.
Beautiful weather, so great day to take the motorcycle. You should see me. I am everytime like a 3-year old, happy. And although I dont have much money left on that account, I dont give sh*. This is what I wanted since I was 6, and now I can enjoy it. It is great.
So I take this nice ride home, where my mother tells me she wants a ride too.
My father and my brother come to pick me and my sis to have us for lunch.
And suddenly there is this amazing situation, strange to see, like i am watching everything in a movie theater. I am sitting on my motor, I see the neighbour coming home in his horroble YELLOW car, and going to his love, which he starts kissing. The other neighbours get home and I am sure they are watching my family to gossip about (well, my parents are divorced, my father has a new kid, I am gay, and my sis, well she is my sis...) My father is standing there with my little brother, which my mother never saw before. She was really nice with him. I was surprised, and suddenly I was thinking: things really changed since last year.
This image I was seeing was GREAT, and suddenly it was me sitting on my motorcycling laughing out loud, nobody could hear, nobody would understand...
So my father took us (sis, bro and me) to the restaurant to have dinner together, something which didnt happen in more than a year (or even longer...) And we enjoyed the good food and being together. (even my sis and I, I guess.)
Afterwards we went to De Gavers something like De Blaarmeersen in Gent, a superficial lake, that somehow looks natural. My little brother took us on the boat. Nothing special about it, and my sister suddenly asked: What are we doing here, the boat is not going anywhere. No, but look his face Suddenly he went to my dad and said: This is fun! Hes 2. I had fun to see him. (See pics)
Later hen I drove back to Ghent, there was this stunning colourful sunset while driving. And maybe the one thing better than sunset at the beach, is sunset while driving in open air...
Especially after hearing this nice lady, who sounded so happy, she made me smile.
Enough to have nice dreams all night long...
Posted on August 3, 2003
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Heating up earth
Wow, just arrived home from a terrible day at work... (7.15 PM)
I am tired! It was 32 degrees in the shop, we dont have air-conditioning and my god, there was a lot of work (because yesterday, there was one man short, so all the work was left for today...)
The heat is becoming a problem now. I think slowly all the companies are getting airco (well, we dont because lack of money for that...)
In the news yesterday they told that there would be to much ozone in the air, so everybody should take it easy. (So this is the forecasted heating of the earth?)
I guess my boss didnt hear the news yesterday...
When I arrived at home, there was this dog waiting for me.
Yes, I changed homes. I am now living in a house of friends who are on vacation. Got it for free if I took care of the animals (2 birds, 2 rabbits, a lot of fish and William, the dog.)
I always said I didnt want a dog. Well, surely now I know why.
A dog is dependent. In the morning when you leave, it looks at you with these eyes that make you feel guilty. (Well Tibo, my cat did this once in a while, and managed few times to seduce me with this trick, but most of the times he just stayed in bed...)
And when you come home in the evening, very tired, the dog is waiting for his walk. If you ask for some more minutes to have those feet (that didnt rest for 9 hours) cooled down, it starts barking.
So you take the thing to the dog place (they have to pee and nuts there) but it doesnt do anything. So you go on. He starts to pee all the corners and the houses while you are scared that somebody will come out of the house to shout at you. Then, in the park he nutss... Why didnt he do it in the dog place So you have to clean it up. You go on, and near the canal, he goes on the stairs towards the water. You think it is to drink, but no no, he just jumps into the water!!!
All the tourists in the boats are looking and laughing, but you wonder how to get the animal out of the water, since it is still on the string. Can it get out, and most of all, is this normal
Finally you can get it out of the water and you want to go home. To put it inside... At this very moment another dog passes by. The only thing you can do is pull the string. Otherwise you are sure for a nice talk with the dog owner.
I guess I am not that social as I thought I was.
No interest at all in talking, I just wanted to have a nice quiet stroll...
Guess I wont get such a thing the next 14 days...
And I am sure I wont get a dog the next 14 years...
Ps He IS a nice dog... It is just the dog thing and I...
Posted on August 5, 2003
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Hellish shop
It is 0:20 AM, it is still 28 degrees
What are we supposed to do?
It was a horrible day at work. As said before: we dont have airco, but all these printing machines, well they have this security alert: when temperature goes above 30-35 degrees, they just block. So this is what happened today: they blocked. Nice
65 films that are ready to get developed can be translated into as many people eager to see their vacation pictures
Imagine having to say to them: well, sorry, things didnt work out well today.
Exactly this is what happened. Happily most people were a) hit by the heat, so they didnt pick up their pictures, b) hit by the heat so they forgot to be angry, c) hit by the heat so they knew we were hit by the heat as well, and we couldnt change a thing even if we wanted to.
By 7:30 PM is was dead.
But then this nice chat made me come alive, it put a smile on my face.
Exactly when I needed it.
So I did some overtime at work, to make things faster tomorrow. (It will be hell, because tomorrow they forecasted 40 degrees.)
(I still wonder what I have to tell my dermatologist. She said I only can take a shower once in 2 days, but this is unbearable. I take at least one a day. I wonder what she does (just stink?))
And at that exact moment of wondering what I would eat this evening, Kristien called, asking if I would like to join for BBQ. Off course I do...
SO I ended up driving to Laarne and enjoy good company, and a little babysit wanting to sit on that motorcycle...
Posted on August 7, 2003
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Hellish shop Part II
Well, what could go worse than yesterday?
Everything it seems...
One machine broke down, temperature went even worse, and people got crazy.
On top of it, I was the only one able to print (me, which didn't print for over 8 months... so offcourse I forgot some things...)
Mark the boss, who never prints, took one machine for some hours, but later on, I had to do things alone.
Yeahyeahyeah...
My feet were killing me, of running from the one beeping machine to the other...
Aaargh...
The end of it?
At 10 to 7 (closing time) an Scottish lad came into the shop, off course his prints were not ready, and off course he left one day later, and off course I wanted to be a 'gentle lady' and started printing. As thank you, he started to play doodle(?) in the shop.
(which I didn't really appreciate, I already had everything, all I needed more was a terrible headache...)
But we have one memory more, I must admit...
How was your day?
Posted on August 8, 2003
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Heat & Meet
Yesterday was ok, was even fun.
At work, well at work again we were only 2 (instead of the usual 3) till noon, but by now, I dont care anymore
It is not my shop, it is not my problem. (Hard to say, if you know me)
Anyway, I arranged to have everything ready when it was due to be ready, and in the end I could go to this meeting in Brussels, which would be much more fun.
Reinventing the possibilities of the web. (Well not really reinventing, but using them in an interesting way and especially the thinking about such a thing, is quite learnful.)
So we were sitting, 6 people, putting this abstract thinking in a kind of model, and then checking for the link to reality.
I guess this is why I like ideas, but also marketing. I didnt eat much of it, I never had economics or marketing at school, but somehow for me it has all to do with I would like to have, or if I put myself in another person, what he/she would like to have.
And if in that idea, you find an interesting thing
To sell that idea, to have it work.
You have the story of this one guy who came up with the beautiful eclipse glasses.
It was not really THE invention, what was special about it: he made them look good, instead of a piece of hardboard, it became a nice thing to look at. It sold like crazy. Because admit, if you can buy these ugly glasses or these beautiful: what do you choose?
The thing was: it was needed; he knew everybody was going to buy, and his marketing plan well thought, to contact all pharmacies. For sure I rather buy it in a pharmacies than in a supermarket. Credibility
So he earned a lot of money.
After that, till now, he didnt come up with something else
Maybe hes still waiting for the next eclipse.
So yesterday for me was fun, because it was SO abstract. We were talking about a structure that somehow still has to be built. So you imagine certain ways, you walk through them in your mind and then you see the difficulties. So you go back and take another way. Till there is one that somehow fits your needs.
Wow.
The funny thing is when this happens with 6 people at the same time, in which minds things dont look the same, and still they can follow each other.
I really love it, and for that I am a die hard and go on for hours if needed.
I watched our programmer and saw him looking, sometimes panicking. He has to do the job
But no worries; I am sure hell manage.
Within some weeks youll see abstracting put into reality.
And our little team will look at it, and smile, and see that it was good.
Posted on August 9, 2003
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When night is falling
Not a special day, decided because of heat and the terrible past working days, not to do ANYTHING
So ended up sleeping late, getting up, taking the dog out, feeding the animals, hanging around, taking the dog out, watering the plants, and ending up when night was falling in bed watching a movie.
(Imagine a heat of 30 degrees at 8 PM still
Aaargh.)
So, the only thing I can talk about is the movie.
Watched When night is falling once again (this should be my 12/13th time or so.) and guess what, again I saw something which I didnt remark before!
For that reason it is an amazing movie.
The first time it is for the story, the second time you focus on the images, and from the third time on, on the details. Details in the images, details in the words, conversations.
Ì dont want to spoil the movie if you didnt see it before, but for example there is this pencil thing, in one scene, you are in the womans office, and you see a bunch of pencils, later on you meet the women that is selling the pencils (not really very on the foreplan, but yet
) and in the end of the movie, this woman is there again.
And like this there are so many things, I still wonder how she wrote the story.
Anyway, the story is on this straight woman, falling in love with a girl.
I guess this was the first movie, me and some friends saw, we all agreed on the fact that this movie was telling the gay-thing right.
Not two women and the sex thing, it is on something totally different. Insecurity, security, equality.
Not the thing you see in David Lynchs movie, or in the other Hollywood things.
Me, I am still convinced it has to do with the fact that those last ones are directed (and mostly written) by people who dont have a clue. While When night is written by a woman.
A story that for me and a lot of others is very recognizable in any way, in any character of the movie: the insecurity of the first kiss, the tension in it, the insecurity kissing a girl that doesnt know and where does it get you, going through your own mind telling a kind of different stories, The confusion, are you still normal, yes I am. The pain of the leaving.
The joy in things that happen.
And ok, it is a happy end story (which in reality almost never happens like that) and a dreamy unrealistic fairy-tale, with on the one hand morals and on the other hand the circus-magic-thing.
But for me, when I first saw it, I saw it when my girlfriend broke up with me. And after seeing the movie, I suddenly had something hopeful.
I talked with Kristel on the subject. (Maybe I do talk a lot on this subject, but heck, it is my reality, like yours might be another love) She says it is a difficult life.
Because we always have to tell people, we will never be normal, at work, in the family.
And or people freak on it (they really want to know) or they dont say anything on it (like in familymeetings everybody asks whether you have a boyfriend yet
)
When you arrive with a girlfriend, they dont consider this as a real relation.
I dont know, I dont really experience it this way. Maybe because I dont want to think that way.
I am just a pretty normal (huhuh) girl that happens to like girls more than boys.
And I do have great parents who cope with it pretty well, and grandparents that do the same.
I guess they saw my happiness is not what they expected but they want it for me.
And the friends, well off course you choose friends that dont have a problem with it.
But we went through all the nuts (telling parents, telling family and friends, coping with the surroundings, gossips.) I guess it makes you stronger in dealing with it.
And a movie like this, well it gives hope, in moments you think you forgot how to deal with it
Posted on August 10, 2003
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Benji jump
So on Friday we were sitting in Brussels with this little crew (read topic of August 9) and one guy from this little team, is Mike.
Mike is event organisator of Red Bull. Off course he was promoting his events near the Belgian coast.
Parachute jumping
. Exactly what I want to do for years. So I asked him whether there was a possibility to join. No, there wasnt, but there was this event the next day in Antwerp: Navigaytion (www.navigaytion.be) and Red Bull had an benji event, and if I wanted
Off course I wanted!!!
So I promised to go. All the others on the table were laughing.
The deal was to pick up a girl in the street (it was a gay event, lucky me
) and ask her for a duo jump.
One day later (yesterday) I was calling all my friends to fix up my date.
My god, the cowards
Nobody wanted to take a jump. (Was this due to me, or to the jump, I dont know)
The only girl I presumed would take a jump together is living in Tel Aviv
So around noon I was sitting on top of the Gravensteen in Ghent (Did you know that all citizens of Ghent can enter for free, I love to sit on top of it, watch over the city and enjoy lunch.) and I decided to call Tel Aviv.
I was telling nobody dared/wanted to take this jump, and me, the shy one, was supposed to ask a stranger to take a jump together
In fact I almost decided not to go by then.
But when we finished our conversation she said: Go for the jump.
And I decided to go for the jump.
I drove to Kristels place; she wanted to join me for a bike drive towards Antwerp (not for the jump.).
Off we went, 2 macho girls driving on motorbikes to this gay thing.
When we arrived over there, everybody was looking at us. Strange world entering, where girls act as boys and boys look like girls.
We entered through the press entry (I do take pictures
) and suddenly I was standing in front of the benji thing.
My god, it was high
But Kristel was with me (the main reason why I took somebody so Id better do this thing, or otherwise I was the biggest coward ever: driving one hour to jump and in the end not jumping
I stopped thinking and went on the thing.
My god, it was even higher when you are standing in top of it
Gladly the guy was very convincing. Put those hands in the air, turn around, step until that corner
Right
The next thing after the corner was a depth of 60 meters
.
3..2..1.. There you go.
And I went
.
Oh my god, I went.
I was screaming to death.
I was falling.
Me, who always wanted to fly.
By now I am convinced the only thing you do is falling
I fell, I bounced, I fell again, and again and again.
And by then, the thing was spinning, and really you dont have a clue, the only thing you see is moving things, as if the shutter of your camera is on low speed and everything is moving.
So I closed my eyes.
And then there was heaven
The feeling of spinning, and falling, imaging you are flying.
Perfect freedom, only tight to this big elastic.
That exact feeling was heaven.
All adrenaline spreading over your body.
It lasted an eternity.
It lasted only few seconds
In the background this little voice, tearing me back to earth, saying I had to take that rope, that I was landing.
Back to earth
I guess this is a memory that is only a faded memory.
The only thing you can do to have it real, is do the thing over again.
I would
PS: Thanks Mike! It was great!
PPS: On the strange girl: well, there was no duo jump, only solo.
So I didnt need to look for girls. Which in fact, there werent so many.
(And if so, like the girl on the last pics, they were not really gay, they had a boyfriend. Strange gay-party
Grinning.)
Posted on August 10, 2003
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Global heating?
Nothing special to mention, well nothing I want to put on this blog anyway.
The heat is still killing.
Maybe I should reconsider my wish for children.
I wouldnt like to see them burn up in a heat like this
(if this is really the global heating effect)
Even the dog doesnt know anymore
Posted on August 11, 2003
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Off-line
Decided to focus on work (did put things aside last week, because seeing it makes me panic
when will I do these things? It is already August 12th
Shiiiiiit)
So maybe the blog will be a bit empty
Do know I am busy with it
Oh, my grandmother mentioned my phonebill... 150 euro. Wallah, could fly to South of France with that...
So I'll cut off the phone too...
Posted on August 12, 2003
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Pink champagne
Another champagne drinking day.
Last night I went to a friend photographer for our artichoc-project (www.artichoc.be) (I have to admit it had been aside some time (too long) and we will go full gear into it now.)
So we went to one of the jurymembers, and he offered champagne on a nice summerevening. So, why not? (okok only one glass because I was with the motorcycle)
He came up with this beautiful bottle of Piper Heidseck. With a pink label. Amazing graphics (nothing very different ony the marvellous pink
) Special edition. And when he opened it, it turned out to be pink champagne.
Beautiful.
These are the details I love on summer evenings. When things fit like a puzzle. Because it was not only the pink that fitted the fading sky, it was the dynamics between people, between ideas and realisation.
Filip asked me, out of the blue, on photoblogs. Wow. We both looked amazed. Right one document away, there was this long mail to him, offering an idea for the magazine he is working for. Only on photoblogs
Like he knew before.
I do believe in coincidence, but sometimes it is very strange to do so, because sometimes things look to puzzled to be no coincidence.
Anyway, I had a great evening and our artichoc applicants will hear from us soon
(Note for the people who think I am sad or not smiling enough... I am so tired because of too many mosquitos at night and too many work in my mind. Thanks for your care, but really, I am really OK.)
Posted on August 14, 2003
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Dentists and photographers...
The heat broke!!!
And with the heat, me
Had this awful day.
Have to finish up sites, but dont have the info to make them.
The only thing I get, after days and days of asking info, is the dead-line
August 22.
Screw them! I am not planning to spend my holidays making sites when I get the info too late.
So I went for a motorride.
And after the motorride, the dentist.
Got in and met this gorgeous dentist guy. Clearly new. All the other times I ended up with nice women. I guess they asked their chief to have finally a guy in the team.
The junior of the crew. So, I was the victim in this case.
My god, a tiny little hole in my teeth, that was the verdict.
I was wondering what would happen. The hole was so tiny he had to ask another dentist to locate it
My plan was to say: thank you anyway, but Ill come another time, since you dont find it. But the other dentist located it, and I was screwed
He had to fix it now.
He spent ONE HOUR fixing this little hole. (Imagine this hole was bigger, I would still have been there
)( I almost fell asleep on his couch, slowly thinking I would stay the night in this cabinet)
Every tool he could use was used, and although there was no mirror to check, I am convinced I have the best fixed teeth in the world.
There has to be a masterpiece in my mouth now, that knows its equal in a Brancusi.
And one masterpiece richer I went home.
Settling in front of the television, watching this documentary on Nachtwey, the war-photographer. Everybody interested in photography should see this one.
On the one hand there is the reality, on the other hand the result in pictures.
The photographer that makes the decision, every picture he makes.
Nachtwey is the most important war photographer of these days. He makes extraordinary pictures, that in a way are romantic although they are on such a cruel subject.
When you hear him speak, you hear a sad man. A man that saw the most cruel things in this world.
I remember the first time I saw this documentary, I made the decision I never wanted to become as sad as him, so I would never become a war photographer.
And Yasser was right when said to me at a certain point: youll never become a good photographer. If this meant I would never become a good war photographer, no problem.
For me, its not worth it.
What Nachtwey learns me is the desire to make a good picture.
The way he looks at things, the details. He catches them with a lense.
When you see his pictures, you are stopped, your mind has to make a stop to think it over.
Nachtwey explains that certain pictures are only taken because of a certain situation.
That the camera gives a voice, the people need.
Nachtwey is willing to give that.
How he keeps on going, nobody knows
But surely you saw some pics of him that made you think for a sec.
If you doubt this, google him.
If you have a spare night: rent the documentary!
Posted on August 14, 2003
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Holiday
Holiday
Yeah yeah a holiday.
Well a family festivity for us.
This year one of the grandchildren of my grandmother (a niece of mine) is doing her Plechtige Communie I dont have a clue how to translate but its the thing Christians do when they are around 12. Getting big.
We have a big family (at least on my fathers site): 23 grandchildren.
(If you compare it with the other side 3 grandchildren- this one can be considered big
)
And at least four times a year we gather up: new year, easter, 15 August, and Santa Claus. Sometimes more because of a wedding, a communion, birth of the next grandchild, or something else to have a party about.
Every time it is a big thing. Because it is not only the 23 grandchildren off course, no no, we have the parents (which means another 16 people), my grandparents, and since short the older grandchildren are allowed to bring their lover.
If everybody is there we have around 40-45 people. For whom there is food, drinks and presents.
I am always the big absent (although I am surely not the only one) and for some reasons I always appear to be abroad when these things happen.
So I really am obliged to go, when I am around.
As you hear me say this obliged you know it is not really my cup of tea. Earlier, when I was a kid, I used to love it, now it is different. I dont know why.
But yet, I have to admit, we are a family of talkers, and we always end up in big discussions that are rather funny. Nice uncles that love to have discussions on whatever.
I once took a family picture of the brothers and sisters of my dad. The one I gave to my grandparents is the one where everybody is looking in the lense, silent and smiling. The good one, though, is the one I took right before. Where everybody was acting as he/she is: my uncle directing the thing, another uncle laughing about him, my grand father getting nervous and my grandmother looking in the lense already. One uncle aside, and the sisters quarrelling together. My father and his other brother still in a discussion that started before the picture was taken.
Seeing my little brother (see little movie attached) I am only able to think: hell be an explainer too
Little movie (long loading + need quicktime to see...)
Posted on August 15, 2003
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I don't know
Its funny, some days ago, my grandmother mentioned that I am 26 now, and that by this age most people have a house, a family, and children etc. to take care off. While I indeed have nothing. No house, no family, no children, no car, and also no bounds. A free bird. And yet.
It makes you think. By my age, my mother was happily married, and had a child of 3 to take care of, a second child coming.
Me, I am moving back home now
Strange world.
But for me it is ok. Although sometimes I wonder.
I would love to settle with the cosiness.
But not with the boredom. I cant stop travelling, or leaving in order to come back.
I cut of society for some days and jumped into an imaginary world. One I am afraid that probably would never exist, although, if I am honest, I would like to have.
I guess people always have two sorts of dreams, the one that let them do the amazing stuff, the things you dream of, and the other one of security and happiness.
(Well, I do.)
Since I dont have the first I jumped into the second.
Dont know if there can be an equality of things. Guess you choose between security and insecurity
And in between
I dont know.
The wrinkles in my forehead tell that I dont know, I just dont know. And as I get older and should get wiser, it seems, me, I start to know less and less.
But maybe thats ok.
As Stef Bos put it: Is this later?
Even that I dont know
(picture from exploding dog)
Posted on August 20, 2003
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Dangerous vehicle...
Imagine this. You cut off from society, just to leave things as they are, you give a message to close friends that you are planning to run away for some days.
And so you do. You take a car and beautiful people to a wood far away, to come back to real live.
You do check your cell-phone.
(Big mistake, this last thing, and yet
)
While checking messages on the cell-phone, you get the message that the car you were trying to get to the garage, but left some blocks away, because the wheel blocked, is reported to the police as dangerous vehicle.
It might have dangerous things inside, according to the lad who reported.
Imagine the Belgian Special Services (BOB) checking this thing.
(Well this is less spectacular than for example the same thing in Israel, but anyway
)
Imagine the police standing in front of your door, saying that this car was reported stolen (which it never could have been.)
This is exactly what happened to me
And this was not happening in a big city, no no, this happened in my little hometown, and some blocks away are here, still neighbours.
What gets in somebodys mind to think that a normal car in front of his house is a Dangerous Vehicle?
As if somebody would like to explode his house
(Well, by now, I do
)
My mother couldnt do a thing, because my father had the car-keys, and the neighbour didnt settle with the explanation that the car was broken down.
Amazing society
Because here people dont try to blow each others head off.
And most part of society lives in wealth, and has everything they need.
So why become disturbed by a car that is standing in front of your door?
What is wrong with this world
PS: My vacation ended up ok, I didnt return from my hiding place (couldnt drive 4 hours for a stupid thing like this) and my dearest parents did the nuts. For which I truly thank them!
The neighbour
Well, I cant imagine somebody so lonely and schizophrenic that he fears cars in front of his door, and doesnt have anything else to do than contact the police for that reason
Posted on August 21, 2003
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Running and how...
So I run, away from society.
And I loved it.
Perfect peace within me...
Pics from a fabulous weekend follow
Posted on August 23, 2003
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Still running around
Running around, not in the Ardennes anymore, too bad
, too much work to do, but have to.
Have to arrange everything again..
Make money, do savings, pay those bills, try to get vacation, try to get extra scholarship
Full time stressing.
But soon, very soon, the stressing will drop.
Ill be in this comfortable sunny country where I will first take vacation on the beach for some days.
Looking forward to it, and yet, the time in this country was too short, too short to see friends properly, to revisit old friends.
But it will be ok. For sure I will be ok, nice friends over there too.
Posted on August 26, 2003
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Jamie Oliver is a ly!!!
Wow busy days lately
Workingworkingworking.
Some days ago I called Zabine (superfriend, surf to our project and her portfolio), saying that I would like to invite her for dinner, but that such a thing was difficult due to the fact I dont live in Ghent at this instant and most of all I still dont know how to cook.
Not a problem she added, you can come to my place, and Ill help you cooking. For sure you have to go back to Israel and show those girls you DO know how to cook.
Okokok
So yesterday I went in Jamie Oliver style to the shop (read I was driving motorcycle for the simple reason I dont have anything else but a motorcycle
)
I learned one thing: Jamie Oliver is total bullnuts! It is fixed! I tell you. You cant take all the stuff on a motorcycle, and not all shops have the stuff you need.
So I was driving around from one shop to the other, gladly it didnt rain yet, At the red light we were standing 2 motorcycles next to each other, a guy with a huge CBR, macho, and me, next to him, with shopping bag in my hand
Housewife
Funny sight indeed.
So I finally arrived at Zabines, where I (well in fact we) started cooking.
I brought cherry tomatoes which which had to squeeze according to the book (well not Jamies, but another one, but Jamie does it too)
Did you ever try to squeeze cherry tomatoes?
We didnt. In no time the kitchen was full of cherry tomatoes
(I found the excellent dish to prepare at other ones place, they will rather prefer them making a dish for me, than me ruining their kitchen!)
So while chatting I did cook (with a little help from my friends) and I must admit it wasnt that bad at all (but Zabine will have to agree on that
)
And most of all, I had fun. (Because I do know how to cook, I just dont like it soo much, and I dont like to do it alone. Put me in a kitchen with somebody and no problem. Cooking together is fun and can be even much more than fun.)
So if you want me to come and cook a meal with cherry tomatoes, and you are ready to repaint your kitchen after my cooking: just call.
(And no I don't have any pictures of this nice -meanwhile red- kitchen, couldn't take that camera along...)
Posted on August 29, 2003
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