It’s a sad sad story.

It’s a sad sad story. As usual, Prol’s misunderstood. Other logs don’t know how to categorise me. I’m under ‘logs with a theme’ because ‘we’re logging for Europe’… (like Paula Yates flirts for England…) And on Dutch logs I’m under ‘international’… not under Dutch, because prol’s logging in English. I’m not even a proper log (yet). I think a proper log is like, a veritable personal portal page. But then prol’s usually half baked.

Yesterday I received an advance copy of Jon Katz’s new book ‘Geeks’ (Villard Press), and I read it in one go. I enjoyed the read and would probably have thought it a miraculous story… 5 years ago. But the story of two kids fleeing Idaho (encouraged and helped by Katz) and making it in Chicago because they’re good at computer stuff doesn’t seem so remarkable now. Maybe I don’t know enough of American rural life and society to really get it.

Kitsch. Postcards. Groovy. [ F ] [ E ]

Bienvenue dans mons cyberespace: Bob Surfer. Cute drawings and cool html. [ F ]

In the 80’s Prol used to swap bootleg tapes with loads of people. We’d often end up being pen pals and swap thoughts and our lives as well. This is similar. I hope the pen pal side of it happens too, but e-mail is so different I’m not sure.

Snapshots, by the real McCoy. I love that mountain picture.

One of the best books I read this decade was Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes (and one of the worst was his brother’s A Monk Swimming!). All the best books (and most of the bad) get made into fillums. Alan Parker took on Angela’s Ashes. And the film’s official website invites people to submit their own stories of emigrating to America. Prol likes that.

Only in The Netherlands.

A few years back I

A few years back I visisted Newgrange and endured the tour listening to 50 Italians and their simultaneous translator. It kind of took away from the whole experience. Newgrange is a passage tomb from the Stone Age, part of the Brú na Bóinne complex in the Boyne Valley, Co. Meath. in Irealand. On the 21st of December each year the sun rises on the South-Eastern horizon in a direct line with the hollow ‘roof-box’ above the passage entrance. The first ray of sunlight penetrates and shines directly onto the chamber floor. As the sun rises higher in the sky the beam widens and the light illuminates the entire passage. If only builders were as smart these days!

We’re celebrating Christmas at work

We’re celebrating Christmas at work (actually, we’re having a Christmas market to fill our hampers). And because we’re nerds, we’ve put a cam on it: have a gander.

Talking work: my company’s still frontpage news and politicians are getting involved in all the fuss. Which fuss? Well, VARA is a publically funded tv and radio station and management is now looking into the possibility of going commercial. [ D ]

The Amsterdam Rijksmuseum just opened its 6000 page web site. But it appears to be down right now.

Not a big fan of Christmas, is Prol. But this year it’s really bad, with no time off but the Christmas weekend.

‘I know better exercise for a man’s lower back‘. (Sean Connery quip in one of the early Bond films… the one where he’s in a spa). See, you want it shaken, not stirred.

The end of the world is nigh! An optimistic series of reports by the otherwise lovely John Simpson.