"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." Tag Archives for old friend
Goo goo g’ joob
I’m back from an emotional, tiring, infuriating, gezellig, sometimes boring, other times amazing, invigorating and brilliant week seeing U2 three times in my hometown, Amsterdam. We queued, ran, waited, jumped, ate, drank, were merry, queued, hated, laughed, queued, sang, shouted, … Continue reading
Dance me to the end…
On my way to the theatre on Friday, I saw an old friend on the street. She looked the same as ever. Same hair, same clothes, same walk. We used to move as one, talk as one. An inseparable, pre-sexual … Continue reading
