Stop it

If I close my eyes, shut my ears and count to ten, will things be all right in Northern Ireland?

The rain is coming down incessantly.

Someone please stop it.

On my stereo:
Arcanum – Dragging canvasses and breathing lies.
Imaani – Where are you?

A room with a view

I saw a place I liked. It’s a lovely place smack in the middle of ‘De Pijp’ in Amsterdam. Huge balcony on the south, lovely view of opulent green gardens. Wooden floor throughout.

The owner said he’d already been offered more than it’s up for sale for. (fl. 220.000). I definitely can’t afford more than that. I thought the whole idea was to offer around 15% less than what they ask. But with supply only barely equalling demand, owners have the luxury of selling to the highest bidder. (First come first served is what it used to be.) I have to make my bid before Tuesday 5 pm.

I’ve only been at this a few days, and it’s already depressing me no end. Going through other people’s houses is embarrassing. Dealing with large amounts of (somebody else’s) money is daunting. The thought of my rent doubling is frightening.

I want to curl up in a small dark place and sleep for a long long time.


The three tenors are singing Ständchen!

I’ve always liked Domingo better than Pavarotti. Domingo just looks better. He’s fairly dry today (good!), but once he starts hamming it up, I turn the switch.

Been busy making new pages for, my other domain. Have a look at what the man reads.

I have links to on line shops like cdnow and on my site. Does that mean I’ve lost integrity? Surely it’s ok to try and make people buy books and music? Let me know.

Big question

I played a friendly tennis match yesterday afternoon. I was 4-0 up in the first set when I lost my cool. Physically unfit, I could not concentrate long enough and my opponent got back up to 4-4. I won 6-4 6-1 after that. I hadn’t played a match in more than 10 years – and found out that at 35 years old I still haven’t mastered the art of playing for fun. I get nervous and impatient. I can’t control my temper. Every point has to be a winner and that makes me tense up. I was a bad loser as a kid… and I still am. How very disappointing.

So was the house I looked at today. Stunning on the outside. Dismal on the inside. I won’t even mention the cost of it. It was off putting and I must admit I find the whole idea of having to decide over something so radical totally daunting.

I’m trying to figure out what is more important for me when it comes to a place to live. Size? Beauty? Location? My friend S. claims that in England they say there are only 3 criteria to bear in mind when buying a house: ‘Location, location and location.’

I haven’t worked it out yet. Let me know what you think? I’ve put up a little vote on housing, go see.

Link of the Day:
Got something to moan about?

Get a move on

I want to move house. I’ve been living in Utrecht for 16 years now and I’ve just about had enough. Utrecht is very much a student town, and I stopped being a student a decade ago.

Amsterdam is where I want to be. My city of birth. I love Amsterdam to bits – it’s got big city grandeur combined with village attitudes. It’s stunningly beautiful in places, it’s got all the art, cinema, culture you’d want to absorb. Amsterdam people are intrinsically nicer than those in Utrecht. They aren’t as suspicious, and they aren’t as provincial. The food’s a lot better too.

Today, I picked 3 houses from the newspaper ads, and I’m going to have a look at them tomorrow and Friday. I’ve never done such a thing before, so I’m happy my dad will come along to do what dad’s are supposed to do… be knowledgeble about stuff you don’t know anything about.

More tomorrow.

Link of the Day:
The place to be!

Isn’t it ironic?

One side of the paper today is dedicated to the Orange legion at the World Cup in Marseille… the other side reported on the Orange Order’s stand off in Drumcree Northern Ireland.

While the Netherlands have moved on to fight their battles on the football pitch, 700 miles away a people who look the same, talk the same, eat the same, swear the same, are still trying to get the gun out of their politics.

I know nothing about Irish politics. From my comfortable home it all seems medieval to me.

Talking medieval: on the train today a couple of Dutch soldiers were discussing tonight’s match against Brasil. ‘The referee is an Arab, you know what that means, don’t you? He’ll be in favour of the Brasilians. They’re all muslims, like him!’

They should teach our soldiers how dangerous it can be to mix up your religions.

Link of the Day:
Jason Kottke keeps redesigning his site. He says it’s now what he wanted it to be.


Things break.

My stepmother broke her hand last week on holiday. Dutch football player Winston Bogarde broke lots of things in his leg. And my colleague was hit in the face in a brawl during football victory ‘celebrations’ last night. Two of his teeth were chipped.

I wasted a lot of money on a 2nd hand camcorder. It arrived today and looks like it might break any moment.

I’ve been taking a break from mailing lists. My own… and others that I’m subscribed to. It’s a relief. I felt terrorised by the constant arrival of new mail.

Copyright gets broken all the time. Web theft is a hot issue. Check how stole code and design from . They even forgot to change the top left hand corner frame’s ALT tag.

Link of the Day:
Zeldman doesn’t need to break the law. He’s an original.