Wednesday, July 27, 2005


This week summercamp started. The very first day it rained all day long and amazingly enough not all parents had given their kids a raincoat for the journey, so quite a few kids had to stay in their tents whilst others enjoyed themselves building huts and roling of the dunes...
Next week I'll join the gang as a volunteer. Since I officially stopped working with children this is a way for me to at least work with them occassionally.

My jobhunt is still going very well although the fish seem to refuse to bite.
At least being unemployed gives me time to wash the drapes and stick a five year supply of photo's into albums.

And although according to some "specialists" Amsterdam can be blown up any minute, I can't be bothered.
In the end we'll all die, anyway and as long as more people die of starvation, old age, the flew and falling of the steps whilst hanging up the drapes, I shall not worry about so called "terrorists". One has more to fear of people thinking you are a terrorist. Look at my country. As a terrorist-counter measure they implemented a system ths Nazi's liked very much and Jozef Stalin used to control his subjects: The obligation to wear identification at all times. Although our government is more strict than old Joe: Everyone over fourteen should carry an ID, under Stalin the minimum age was sixteen.
In the past six months over 35,000 people were fined because they couldn't show one.
Not one terrorist was caught. Not a single other criminal was brought of his/her plans.
Only 35,000 law-abiding citizens got harrassed.

Oh, and in case you wonder what this Rocky Horror Show-thing is I keep putting in my posts:
Here's a short summary.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005


Today I've been baskin' in the summersun in our community-garden. After spending an hour or so in the hamoc I decided to make use of our jacuzzi. Delightful! Especially since I know all my London friends are accounted for after the dreadfull attack on the people's sense of security, last thursday.
Luckily the British are reasonably stubborn and won't let a few idiots change the way they choose to live. Hooray for the British! And although I tried to think of the thousands who die of hunger each day in Africa and the slaughter of dozens of innocent people in places like Afghanistan and Iraq, this time the bombings came very close to the world I personally live in. I don't know 'bout you but when some lunatic tries to blow up friends of mine, I tend to get seriously ticked of.

This past weekend my godson Matthijs and his mother Marjan came to spend a weekend with us.
Behaving as tourists we went to Madame Tussauds, where I applied for a job the following day.
Despite my visitors the Rocky Horror cast-rehearsal went on as planned. Neighbour Johanna came to see her son on sunday-morning and this time stayed for about twenty minutes. She's getting worse, I'm afraid.
Her illness (schizofrenia) is getting the better of her. To our son it has become normal that his friends point at a lady picking up sigaret-butts from the street abd he replies:"That's my mum..."
I guess it bothers me that he doesn't seem bothered.
Is it his defense-system or is there something else going on?

Friday, July 01, 2005


Holding the people of Kazaa accounted for the misuse of their product is like sueing mr. Colt for the deaths of thousands of peaple each year, being killed with a gun by their make.
Speaking of lilling: have you ever taken the War on Iraq IQ-test?
It's quite revealing, I can tell you.

Today I went to this cafe to say hello to Marieken after her three months stay in the US. It was fun seeing her again.
Last weekend I got to spend a few fantastic days with my son and daughter. The latter I picked up from school on friday and together we picked up her brother from afterschool. Amongst other things we went to the pool and overall we simply had a great time, filled with love and harmony.
You can tell my son is on his way to becoming a teenager. Every age has its advantages but sometimes I'd wish he was still small...
Ah well, I still have daughters who are quite young.

An advantage of being unemployed is the fact that I have more time to spend drinking coffee with my neighbours. This morning it was with neighbour Wynona and early in the evening it was with neighbour Angélique who also had stayed for dinner and was kind enough to look after my son whilst I was out for a drink.

Sometimes I feel very fortunate, leading such a great life!