Nu in Falmouth, helaas een beetje regenachtig. De wandeldagen wel bijna helemaal droog, En het is wederom erg mooi hier. Zeehonden gezien. Fijn om een nu rustdag te hebben, my feet are rather sore.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
lizard point
Nu in Falmouth, helaas een beetje regenachtig. De wandeldagen wel bijna helemaal droog, En het is wederom erg mooi hier. Zeehonden gezien. Fijn om een nu rustdag te hebben, my feet are rather sore.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
praa sands
Zo heet dat strand in de verte. En let ook op het schitterende weer, much better than forecasted! Nice to be back again.
(picture with phone HTC3G)
(picture with phone HTC3G)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
wow

erg mooie foto van de maansverduistering (15 juni),
vanaf een Grieks eiland
foto van astronomy picture of the day
Thursday, June 9, 2011
in de radijskas
"De ballade van de rijzende zon" (die niet wilde rijzen, red.)
in het kader van de Biƫnnale Kijkduin
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
te laat
Het is spijtig dat machtige mannen vaak pas tot vruchtbare inzichten komen als ze geen macht meer hebben.
-Bert Wagendorp, vandaag in de Volkskrant-
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
taal
De taal is een hond, je kunt hem laten slapen, je kunt 'm rustig op het erf laten lopen, je kunt ermee naar het circus en je kunt er een agressieve vechtersbaas van maken.
-A.L. Snijders, 1992-
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
de dikke man
De Dikke Man leunde verdrietig achterover.
Trouw
vereist
lenigheid
dichtte hij mistroostig.
Ischa Meijer, Och, zei de Dikke Man, 1991-
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
the royal wedding
Wish two crazy kids the best,
Line the route and pray it's sunny.
God bless this waste of public money.
-Tim Dowling, 2011-
read the complete poem in the guardian
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
eventuele gelijkenis...
De eventuele gelijkenis van bepaalde personages in dit boek met bestaande personen berust op louter mensenkennis.
-Dimitri Verhulst, 2006-
opdracht in De helaasheid der dingen
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
things I see while biking...
two lapwings
lapping their wings
pursuing
one another
over the fields
freshly ploughed
Thursday, March 31, 2011
time
The passage of time will usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless.
-Haruki Murakami in The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, 1997-
This is also one of the themes of Murakami's Norwegian Wood, named after the Beatles song that interestingly is also called This Bird Has Flown:
I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked my to stay and told me sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug, biding my time
Drinking her wine
We talked until two, and then she said:
"It's time for bed,"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone
This bird has flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me
She showed me her room
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
She asked my to stay and told me sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair
I sat on a rug, biding my time
Drinking her wine
We talked until two, and then she said:
"It's time for bed,"
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't, and crawled off to sleep in the bath
And when I awoke, I was alone
This bird has flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good Norwegian wood?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
before
I always thought death would be like traveling
in a car, moving through the desert,
the earth a little darker than sky at the horizon,
that your life would settle like the end of a day
and you would think of everyone you ever met,
that you would be the invisible passenger,
quiet in the car, moving through the night,
forever, with the beautiful thought of home.
-Carl Adamshick, 2011-
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
good morning!
And what a beautiful morning it is. Here's my abode for the next week. First visitors this morning: twee duinkonijntjes.
Friday, March 11, 2011
daar zijn we weer ...
(picture with phone HTC3G)
het seizoen hebben we dit jaar bij Twins geopend
en wel 8 dagen later dan vorig jaar
eigenlijk moest het alcoholvrij (ivm CPC zondag)
dat is dus niet gelukt ;)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
gehoord ...
... op straat, meisje aan de telefoon zegt: "Ik leen even je paspoort", ik passeer haar net en kijk haar ietwat verbaasd aan, waarop ze me snel uitleg geeft: "Van mijn tweelingzus". Handig toch zo'n tweelingzus, denk ik in eerste instantie. In tweede instantie vraag ik me af waarom ze niet haar eigen paspoort kan gebruiken. Is die zus net een dag ouder zodat ze met haar paspoort wel drank mag kopen? Is ze zelf niet van onbesproken gedrag, en komt ze dus de grens niet over of zou daar een stel uitstaande bekeuringen moeten betalen? Wil ze naar Iran maar heeft ze stempels van Israƫl in haar eigen paspoort? Doen ze het al jaren met ƩƩn paspoort, dat is goedkoper (maar dan kunnen ze dus nooit samen op vakantie)? Vindt ze de foto in haar paspoort van een onuitsprekelijke lelijkheid? Of is ze gewoon haar eigen paspoort kwijt?
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
communication is the key
click on it to enlarge (and if it is the still too small to your liking, you can hit < Ctrl > and < + > together (the more times you hit those two, the bigger the picture):
Thursday, March 3, 2011
verstekeling
ik dacht ik een blaadje beet pakte, maar ieks het was iets anders:
en dit was zijn vervoersmiddel:
rest de vraag: kwam ie met de zuidewindlelie of de distel?
Monday, February 28, 2011
voorspoed
Degene die het beste kan omgaan met tegenspoed, heeft de meeste kans op voorspoed.
-Frank Koerselman, 2011-
Uit een interview in de Volkskrant van zaterdag. Hij zei ook nog: "Al dat twitteren en bloggen: alsof het er Ćets toe doet wat jij vindt. Who cares?" I couldn't agree more. Klik op more voor het hele interview.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
procrastination, kent u die uitdrukking? (5)
Habits of Highly Effective Procrastinators
"It took me years to develop these habits and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some book take them away from me!"
doghouse
"It took me years to develop these habits and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let some book take them away from me!"
doghouse
Thursday, February 17, 2011
on circumstances
People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them.
-George Bernard Shaw, Mrs. Warren's Profession (act II), 1893-
(met andere woorden: niet lullen maar poetsen)
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
on the origins of things
Everyone knows that the moon started out
as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar
flare that fled that hellish furnace
and congealed into a flat frozen pond suspended
between the planets. But did you know
that anger began as music, played
too often and too loudly by drunken performers
at weddings and garden parties? Or that turtles
evolved from knuckles, ice from tears, and darkness
from misunderstanding? As for the dominant
thesis regarding the origin of love, I
abstain from comment, nor will I allow
myself to address the idea that dance
began as a kiss, that happiness was
an accidental import from Spain, that the ancient
game of jump-the-fire gave rise
to politics. But I will confess
that I began as an astronomer—a liking
for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things,
a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit—
and that my longing for you has not taken me
very far from that original desire
to inscribe a comet's orbit around the walls
of our city, to gently stroke the surface of the stars.
as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar
flare that fled that hellish furnace
and congealed into a flat frozen pond suspended
between the planets. But did you know
that anger began as music, played
too often and too loudly by drunken performers
at weddings and garden parties? Or that turtles
evolved from knuckles, ice from tears, and darkness
from misunderstanding? As for the dominant
thesis regarding the origin of love, I
abstain from comment, nor will I allow
myself to address the idea that dance
began as a kiss, that happiness was
an accidental import from Spain, that the ancient
game of jump-the-fire gave rise
to politics. But I will confess
that I began as an astronomer—a liking
for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things,
a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit—
and that my longing for you has not taken me
very far from that original desire
to inscribe a comet's orbit around the walls
of our city, to gently stroke the surface of the stars.
-Troy Jollimor, 2011-
my boldfacing, picture from astronomy picture of the day
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
11022011
vandaag is een palindroom, best een hele mooie: het midden is de som is van de uitersten. dat doet me dan weer aan de gulden middenweg denken.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
things I see while running... (2)
... een wit reeƫnkontje in de bosjes dat snel uit mijn zicht verdwijnt.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
things I see while running...
... drie kraaien aan de vloedlijn die zich te goed doen aan een onthoofde duif.
night shining clouds
On one of our winter holidays in Norway (SjusjĆøen, 2008) we saw these clouds in the evening, after the sun had set. Today I am reading about (the apparently rare) night shining clouds on the Earth Observatory and wondering whether these would qualify as such.
Anyway, they are beautiful. And next week we might see them again, we are looking forward to another great week in Nordseter.
Here is the picture of the Earth Observatory, click on more to read the accompanying text:
Saturday, January 22, 2011
vision
With age
mirage
assuages
what the youthful eye
would have studied
until identified—
chicory? bluebird? debris?
Today no nomenclature
ruptures
the composure
of a chalk-blue haze
pausing, even dawdling,
now and then trembling
over what I'm going to call
fresh water.
-Erica Funkhouser, 2010-
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
brutaal
en dat is dan al de tweede keer dat ik hardop moet lachen om gummbah, het moet niet gekker worden....
(uit de volkskrant van 17 januari)
(uit de volkskrant van 17 januari)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
a new law
Let there be a ban on every holiday. No ringing in the new year. No fireworks doodling the warm night air. No holly on the door. I say let there be no more. For many are not here who were here before.
-Greg Delanty, 2010-
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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