Archive for October 2012
I have been trying to broaden my horizons a bit recently, and taken lessons in paragliding, hang-gliding and flying. But the same issue came up when I was taking my driving lessons so many years ago.
My paragliding instructor asked me if I had to be “the smartest guy on the block”. He could tell I was an engineer, because I kept asking “why do I need to pull this lever?”. Apparently I am very clumsy just following instructions for which I don’t understand the underlying science.
I scribbled this on a piece of paper, hungover, sipping coffee alone in Z on a sunny Saturday morning a few weeks ago.
You caught my eye that morning sitting across the room. Watching me blabber about something. I smiled at you you smiled because it was a sunny day? In the evening, later You came up to me and sat across the table sipping beer We talked about the day The nice people around us. We discussed your research and watched a friend get a waitress's phone number You said I shouldn't be shy I could get a phone number if I wanted to. The topic drifted to places we'd been the tourists in your home town how many were from Hollandesa and why. You said Spanish girls like Dutch boys I don't know. You said it it was hard to hear me from opposite the table. So you sat next to me Your lips next to my ear Your face close to mine. It was a really loud bar.
Today is the official last day at my current job. I’m actually taking the day off, since I’m flying to California this morning. Saying goodbye to everyone reminded me how much I enjoyed my work and the company of my colleagues, but I think I’ve made the right decision by moving on.
It’ll be good to be back in the Bay Area. I feel strangely at home among the techies in the south, the nature in the north and the kinksters in the city. Somehow, I think it is inevitable I will end up living here at some point in my life.
Hysterical literature is an interesting video project by Clayton Cubitt that is all kinds of awesome. The idea itself is interesting, and the videos (in particular the first one) also have an interesting tension in them.
The Paradise War by Stephen Lawhead
I was somewhat obsessed with the Arthur saga when I was in my teens, and I read and enjoyed Lawhead’s entire Pendragon Cycle at the time. I liked this book too; it is not unlike your average war/fantasy book – though a very well written one.
The Otherworld in this book reminded me a lot of the inner world in Indian Jones and the Interior World. Both otherworlds are counterparts to the “real” world and somehow can influence each other. There is an elaborate mechanism for travelling between worlds, and time in one is a lot different from time in the other.
Max Havelaar by Multatuli
One of the best known Dutch books, which for some odd reason I never got to read in high school. I’ve heard a lot about the contents over the year, and didn’t learn much news there. My main surprise was that it actually did rather well as a book to read and enjoy, not just as a political pamphlet.
I have a tendency to put off awkward conversations until the very last moment, inflicting the maximum amount of discomfort on myself and others.
This week seems to be one of severing relationships. There is no significant amount of drama involved, but it is enough to make me feel sad. Returning from sunny Aragón to the gloomy Netherlands hasn’t helped either; the rainy weather seems oddly appropriate for my mood.