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444

Above all do not forget your duty to love yourself.

-Søren Kierkegaard, 1848-

So this is post number 444, I wanted to do something special, but I have studied my brains out and you faithful readers will have to take a rain check.

I will give you something though, a song by one of my favourites, Johnny Cash, it fits my mood perfectly: Drive On.
Many of Johnny's American recording songs are beautiful stories, so take the time to hear it out.

holes in the sky

(please, could somebody plug them, I've had it with the rain)

zeeklacht

-Cees Buddingh, 1953-

some of my favourite destinations

Olympic National Park, Vancouver Island, Coastal Mountains BC, 

the city of Vancouver (guess who's going there this summer)

picture from the earth observatory

voor de jongetjes politici

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

-Rudyard Kipling, 1895-

artists

from The Linchpin Series, inspired by Seth Godin's new book, "Linchpin"

linchpin = spil, hoeksteen, steunpilaar

scheveningen 9:51

getting ready for another summer season, and at the same time working on the coast reinforcement and new esplanade
(to be finished by 2013)

lekker lezen...

...in bed, en nooit meer koude handen:

dankzij deze gemouwde deken. Let ook op de blote wijsvinger voor het omslaan der bladzijden. Van modeontwerper andrea ayala closa, wellicht snel te koop bij Happiness in bed (daar ook meer foto's).

(gezien op TreeHugger)

to trust or not to trust

The only way you can make a man trustworthy, is to trust him.

-Henry L. Stimson, 1945-

The complete quote:
The chief lesson I have learned in a long life is that the only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him; and the surest way to make him untrustworthy is to distrust him and show your distrust.

A mere month after dropping the A-bombs on Japan, Stimson wrote this in a memo to President Truman, acknowledging that the bombing had been a serious mistake on the road to world peace.


It's an interesting thought, asking for analogies such as:

The only way you can make a man respectable, is to respect him.
The only way you can make a man admirable, is to admire him.
The only way you can make a man inspirational, is to inspire him.
The only way you can make a man lovable, is to love him.

In other words, if people are not what you would like them to be, it's your own damn fault ;-). And if we go one step further:

The only way you can become trustworthy, is to trust yourself
The only way you can become respectable, is to respect yourself
The only way you can become admirable, is to admire yourself
The only way you can become inspirational, is to inspire yourself
The only way you can become lovable, is to love yourself

the quote becomes a contemporary conception of self-development.

(I guess this quote impressed me, since this is the second time I'm quoting it :)

op deze grauwe dag....

... brengen de zeescheden en staatkwallen een beetje kleur

uit: Ernst Haeckel - Kunstformen der Natur, 1899-1904

of deze schitterende Vanessa atalanta

uit: Insekten Deutschlands (Teil 2), 1888

Allemaal te vinden op deze site van Kurt Stüber met 158162 gescannte Seiten aus 493 historischer und moderner Bücher, het oudste boek uit 1545, het nieuwste uit 2005. Wat een monnikenwerk.

what's he building

I discovered a new feature: adding audio to my blog, so here is that Tom Waits song I was writing about earlier:

What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines... He never
Waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from
The rest of us... He's all
To himself... I think I know
Why... He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see... He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying... and
What about all those packages
He sends. What's he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What's he building
In there... I'll tell you one thing
He's not building a playhouse for
The children what's he building
In there?

Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor... and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low... and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show...
He has a router                  (router = een werktuig, groefschaaf)
And a table saw... and you
Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink
Of course... But there's also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse... What's he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
consulting business in Indonesia...
but what is he building in there?
What the hell is building in there?

He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little
Time in jail...
I heard he was up on the
Roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's
Always whistling...
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?

We have a right to know...

bij de italiaan spreken ze ook duits

"Im Wein liegt Wahrheit nur allein"

gevleugelde woorden uit de opera "Ludine" van Albert Lortzing, 1845

a bit of sun...

... is what we all crave for. As you can see the sun is doing its best to send us a part of it:

hell...

from natalie dee

L'enfer, c'est les autres.

Hell is other people.

-Jean-Paul Satre, 1944-

meet my blogbour

For some weeks now this blog is getting quite some traffic through the Next Blog button (right there, above LANGE REGEN, a little to the left of the middle). People come from all over the world: UK, US, India, Portugal, Canada, Hong Kong, Sweden, Spain, Brazil, you name it...

Apparently my blogbour is rather popular, which, I must admit, made me think he/she must be posting something racy. (This thought was also triggered by one of the visitors' search terms on this here blog: naked. Needless to say he/she came up empty handed: nobody is naked in the lange regen. [Maar wat niet is kan nog komen?])

Well today I finally put some effort into finding out who my blogbour is, and what's he building in there (anybody familiar with that Tom Waits song?). And what a very pleasant surprise, it turns out his name is Tomás Rotger and (the surprise) he takes beautiful black and white pictures. Too bad there isn't a new one every day. I have added my favorite here, of course you can go against the flow of traffic and visit him here and see for yourselves.

love...

by Hugh MacLeod from gaping void

last movie

(foto met phone HTC3G)
Do It Again: Rather boring movie, that is more of an ego document of this dude in the picture (in search of the Kinks).

in de doelen

(foto's met phone HTC3G)

start IFFR

(foto's met phone HTC3G)

een sneeuw (2)

people & crap

As long as people will accept crap, it will be financially profitable to dispense it.

-Dick Cavett, American talk show host, 1971-

(Talking about TV, but also applicable to poor service, factory farmed meat, etc.)

oslo fjord (2)

de tulpen in des indes

on friendship

Un véritable ami est le plus grand de tous les biens et celui de tous qu'on songe le moins à acquérir.

A true friend is the greatest of blessings, and that which we think least about acquiring.

François de La Rochefoucauld (1613-1680)-
(English translation Craufurd Ramage, 1868)

hafjell, 11:25

(vorige week maandag)