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Archive for October, 2005
Marius has left the building (again)
Oct 31st
So… Here I am. Just got back from Schiphol Airport, to say goodbye to my friend. That actually isn’t a new thing, because we do that a lot, saying goodbye. But this time for a longer period. (who knows how long…?) Marius is right now flying to The Big Apple. Strange. And I’m in urgent need of sleep. Goodnight everyone.
Drink.
Oct 27th
Want a drink? No I’m driving. Want a drink? Sure I’m driving. Drink drink no, no driving drunk drink and driving drunk when driving drink and drunk and drink and driving drunk drunk let’s go driving drunk and driving drink and drank while driving drunk and driving never drink and drunk and driving and drunk and drink sure let’s drink get drunk go driving boom you’re dead.
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Oct 25th
Yesterday I went to the Embassy, today I have my passport with a Visa in it. Next Monday is now the date that we’re trying to get a ticket and then I am off to NY. Time for my once-in-a-while “wowthatwentfast’ confused moment. But as always, it won’t last long.
Dominee geschorst: discussie op internet
Oct 25th
Een dominee die geschorst wordt vanwege sexueel misbruik is een erg pijnlijke zaak. Vanwege de publieke voorbeeldfunctie van zo iemand treft die pijnlijkheid vaak meer mensen extra hard. Dat de dominee van de Gereformeerde kerk (vrijg.) in Assen er voorlopig “met 3 maanden schorsing vanaf komt”, wekt onbegrip bij een columnist van Geenstijl. Geenstijl staat bekend om haar ongezouten en ongecensureerde meningen over politieke figuren, moslims, christenen, oplichters, hackers en wat al niet meer. Toch resulteerde het bericht op Geenstijl in de reacties in een -overwegend- opbouwende discussie. Inmiddels meer dan 250 reacties, maar wel te volgen mits u tussen de hier en daar ietwat leeghoofdige reacties doorleest. Christenen en niet-christenen leggen elkaar uit hoe ze tegen de zaak aankijken. “Het doet zoveel stof opwaaien juist omdat het bestaan van sexuele zondigheid onder kerkgangers zo vaak misplaatst zelfverzekerd wordt ontkend”
Ongelooflijk beatboxen
Oct 25th
Beatboxers, ik had er nog nooit van gehoord. Dat is dus iemand die met een microfoon en zijn mond genoeg heeft om een heel nummer te maken. Luister naar deze kerel (filmpje, franse talkshow), hij is echt óngelooflijk. Via Frank & Natas
Message.
Oct 22nd
Here’s the problem. Should I write because I enjoy writing or when I need to get something off my chest, when I have a story stuck in my head, an emotion I don’t understand
Or is it for your reading pleasure
Dictated by rules of common writing
Would you still taste the apple I am biting
Or would I fail the standard of your measure?
You can appreciate the dilemma here. Do I lose intensity by obeying to rules of writing and poetry or do I increase writing power and reading pleasure? Should I change
My words for the sake of rhyme?
Should I change ‘lemon’ into ‘lime’?
Should ‘my distance’ be ‘my time’?
Should my quarter be a dime?
You decide.
Irony.
Oct 18th
Ah the irony of life. Yesterday I am shooting my big mouth off about New York-is-for-wussies and my decision to stop waiting and continue life, and last night the call comes in: my visa is approved. Insane. So a full change of plans once again: I still go to Madrid tomorrow, I work there on Thursday, might see some clients on Friday and then I rush back to Amsterdam in the weekend, to next week fight the bureaucratic system (“when you come to the embassy, bring forms I-39875, HT-2983746.3 and UIYT-328964 and a picture white background with you facing the photographer while your head covers 50% of the picture no not 51, we said 50 and an envelope with address and more money since we dont do this stuff for free you know and dont forget to clean your nostrils and remove and bombs hidden within the cavities and of course, Welcome to America.”) Then next weekend I think I will move to the Big Fruit. Crazy crazy.
Today’s shoot was fun. 10 days in Paris for a total of two (2) pictures. And you ask why I love it here? And if that isn’t enough, the conversations here are fascinating:
My brozzeur works in a Bonck, where he deals in stockings.
And that note, I have to run and find out about my ticket for tomorrow.
C’est la Vie.
Oct 17th
The leaves are greener, the skies are friendlier and the air is fresher than they have been in a long time. In other words, Paris is just beautiful. I moved in with a beautiful person I knew from UCU, I’m having fun and the work on Saturday was just amazing.
By the fountains next to the Seine and the Eiffeltower we had our own pink Cadillac and our own sunshine. Howmany times in your life can you call out that the Eiffeltower is blocking your sun? The memories of that day and the rest of the weekend will remain as bright, happy, tranquil and amazing. It’s weird how Paris makes me smile.
But not for too long. I work tomorrow here, then Wednesday I fly to Madrid to work there on Thursday. Then I’ll stay in either Madrid or Barcelona for a while to see clients and live the Meditaranean (?) life. Whether it’s Madrid or Barca, I’ll have great friends to visit, which is a very nice thought.
New York Schmew York will be the credo for now, the working permit promises fluctuate like the weather in Holland so I decided to *(&^% that for now. I’m just gonna dive back into the European market and not wait for New York any longer. I’ll get the working permit when I get it, and see what I’ll do from there.
Just writing this means I’ve already been inside for too long. There are places to see and grass to be sat on here. Au revoir, Comme si Comme sa, C’est la Vie. I’m cool like a pool and out like a trout.
Abonnement op keelontsteking
Oct 13th
Uit originele overwegingen grijp ik Livenews maar weer eens vast om me te beklagen over een keelontsteking. De ándere kant van mijn keel deze keer. Gelukkig mag ik direct aan een 7-daagse antibioticakuur (waar hebben we dat meer gezien). Iedereen die denkt dat ik dus weer het ziekenhuis in moet: nee, we zijn er vroeg bij dus direct antibiotica en geen bacteriën zich laten settelen. Wat wél in het vooruitzicht ligt, is het knippen van mijn amandelen als ik na deze keer nóg een keer keelontsteking krijg. En ik was juist zo trots op het feit dat ik zowel mijn amandelen als mijn blinde darm nog heb *klopt af*.
Even een serieuze noot: als iemand die nooit echt ziek is en zich alleen zo nu en dan klote voelt door een kater, moet ik zeggen dat ik een klein beetje begrip begin te krijgen voor mensen die met wat voor ziekte dan ook zich beperkt voelen in hun dagelijks leven. Een klein beetje maar, want ik mag me niet aanstellen. Maar zo is ziek zijn ook nog eens een leerschool.
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Oct 11th
So yesterday I was having an early coffee with my dear mother, and later that day I was in my underwear, in Paris, looking highly confused in front of exactly a dozen French-babbling women. The confusement was mostly caused by the fact that my name is Marius (this in itself not causing problems) and the name of the street we were in started with Marius as well. So 9 out of 10 times when I understood a word of French it was my name, and in half those cases they were referring to the street. Hence the confused, thus perfect model- look.
I haven’t decided yet whether I am alone or lonely here. Alone, yes, but that’s not bad. Lonely is a different thing though. I guess I just haven’t been travelling (work related) for a while. Paris is still amazing, weather is great (mom why did we agree that I didn’t need to bring flipflops? ) and the people are still rude in a way that somehow makes me smile. But having a buddy around wouldn’t be bad. Yet somehow I feel I am in no position to complain.
I am working on Saturday and next Tuesday, then that Thursday I go either home or to Madrid for another shoot. Would it surprise anyone if I said that that is not sure yet and that I won’t know for at least a week? Ah, the rollercoaster is under way again.
Tired.
Oct 8th
A great night in Amsterdam with a great friend then working at 10 in the morning is a combination that I, in the future, will not advize to anyone in a positive manner. This of course will not stop me from doing it again. Right. Did that make any sense at all?
Monday morning I fly to Paris and I’ll stay around there for about a week and a half. The working permit for US is still up in the air. Ewout still hasn’t done anything. My mother will be going back to Austria on Monday. My left nostril itches. Tot zover this update of the life of tired people that tend to get loopy when sleep-deprived.
My writing career might be starting soon on a larger scale, but I’ll keep that on the down-low for now since I have no idea if that will happen.
After this piece I feel like Johan Cruijff: I wrote a lot and said nothing.
