p.s. did you notice the new homepage pictures? no more black eyes.
I'm going to keep this post short, but I'd like to voice my surprise at how much it has been snowing here. It doesn't accumulate, but it has snowed at least 4 times since the end of November.
That's all for now,
p.s. Stay tuned for a homepage update in the coming weeks. It's going to be awesome.
Marleen and I participated in the Snoor Parade at de Kunsthal today. She fooled them with this silly disguise. She's a crafty one. Snoor means mustache by the way.
I ate another olie ball today. I am not sick of them yet. I don't have anything of substance to share with you, so I will go now.
I just thought I'd post a little something from the glorious moving day. I'm really excited to have my bicycles, and it's great to have a couch. I will not miss the inflatable air mattress we were using for seating, and I will not miss the lawn chairs we were using for dining furniture. A new day is dawning. A day that includes my stuff. It is awesome. As awesome as it is, it takes a long ass time to set up. Listening to music through decent speakers makes unpacking better, but things are still chaotic and crappy. That said, it gets better every hour. Here's a little video of my motorcycle coming off the truck.
I was in the supermarket earlier today, and I saw hot dogs in a can. The idea of hot dogs in a can is not a pleasant one for me. I understand that hotdogs are a pretty low-brow food in general, but there are some examples of non-schwaggy wieners out there. When I was growing up in CT, my parents used to buy Mucke's, and they were really good. Boston has Pearl and Kayem, not to mention a wide assortment of national (and maybe international) brands that make an equally high-quality product (Hebrew National, Maple Leaf). Hot dogs don't need to be nasty mystery meat that was going to get tossed out anyway. The better ones are made from fine cuts of beef or a mixture of beef and pork. It's true that there is a lot of cartilage, fat and other ingredients that I don't care to discuss in most varieties of the hot dog, but I'd like to let everyone know that quality dogs do exist. Of course, the existence of hot dogs in a can does not help my case. Putting any meat in a can does not inspire folks to say things like, "Now this is good stuff!" Meat in a can is historically undesirable. Think of Spam, or anything made by Dinty More. Having canned hot dogs bearing the label "According to the original American recipe" on the shelf of Dutch supermarkets just reinforces the stereotype that Americans are a classless people with no culture or cuisine. I love eating hot dogs, and I love eating hamburgers. It appears to me that bastardized versions of delightful foodstuffs (like canned hot dogs and MacDonald's hamburgers) ruin an otherwise glorious thing for the rest of the world. Read my words. Tell your friends. Let everybody know.
I have not been inspired to write entertaining or informative weblogs lately. I apologize for that. In lieu of a decent post, I offer you a companion piece to the picture of the giant shopping cart I posted a few weeks ago. Marleen is included for scale.
Today was the first real day i was out in Rotterdam on a bicycle. The bike is a hunk of dook, but, it was free, and that is the perfect price. I had to fix the brakes and stuff, but now I am able to get around the city, and it doesn't take me all day.
Check out this giant shopping cart I saw. Shit is crazy, right?
I finally got my camera today. Fedex came through for me. I don't really have much to say. I kind of just wanted to post the picture of the giant shopping cart. I'll be back in the future.
Marleen and I went to Amsterdam to see a performance by a group known as Dogtroep. It was quite an elaborately orchestrated presentation of rigorously planned chaos. After the performance Marleen told me that the performance was supposed to be based on Hamlet. My 9th grade English teacher Mrs. Tresky would be sad to hear that I didn't get that, but I thought the performance was very cool. Also, it was visually exciting. I don't have any pictures of the actual performance. First of all, I was busy watching the performance. Secondly, my crappy cell phone camera/fixed position seating position would not have done it justice. You'll have to believe me when I say that the spiral staircase with a ballerina on it which was suspended above the performance area by a giant crane was a sight to behold. What I do have pictures of is the concession area after the performance. It was an outdoor performance that finished after 10pm. We were cold, but imagine our delight when we stumbled across these two ladies cooking steaks with blow torches. Warm red meat is very satisfying after watching strange theatre in the cold night air.
i spent all day yesterday with my mom and my sister packing up my stuff. i'm still not finished. my sister was disgusted by how much stuff i was not willing to throw away. i suppose she's right, but i must say that i have some pretty good stuff. it is worth saving.
i have no plans for today. i suppose i could pack the rest of my crap up. i'd like to work on the motorcycle, but i feel that i need to go to the "triumph shop" in wakefield before i do that, but they aren't open on saturdays. there's no way they are open on labor day weekend.
i think i'm a dyslexic typist. i'm not really dyslexic. i'm just a bad typist, and the majority of my typos are reversed letters. for instance, i just went through this post for a quick edit, and i spelled until like this "utnil" once and like this "unitl" the next time. i type the word auditorium a lot at work. i almost always type it like this "auditroium" before correcting it. i'm not saying this is a disorder i have. i'm just saying...
speaking of work, i only have 4 more work days (5 more calendar days) until i'm unemployed. that is a very strange feeling.
until next time,
fireworks should be starting soon. we're having a barbecue tomorrow. if you happen to be in or near boston and feel like coming over, that would be fine. you should call me if you know my number, or you should e-mail me. i check e-mail rather frequently.
i had a dream last night that i was on vacation with sarah and andrew. i don't remember much about the dream, but i think i was offering technical assistance to people. when i was a waiter, i sometimes had waiter dreams. i did not like that. i think this was the first technical assistance dream i've ever had. i could have had one before, but i don't remember. i forget my dreams a lot. at any rate, i woke up late, and i thought marleen was still in bed with me. i was wrong. she was doing other stuff, and i was all alone.
i scanned some film today. i need to reshoot. i hate reshooting, but i do it all the freaking time. if you are reading this blog, i assume that you've looked at my pictures before. if you have not, i suggest that you look at the pictures before you read any further...
okay, now that you've seen my pictures, there's one that i call dr. yale. i'm dressed up in a blue robe in a fancy looking library room. i took that picture 3 times. the blue truck one was two times. the first time i shot, i got all kinds of crazy lens flare. i was pretty pissed off about that. the basketball guys was once, and i have a football (not posted) one that was twice. i could go on, but i won't. i'm just trying to say that sometimes you need to do things over again. often i have to do things over again. kind of like when you technically support people while you are awake, and then you do it again while you are dreaming. that's just how it goes.
when we go to europe, i'm a mess. it becomes difficult to get out of bed, and i feel like staying up until 3am. i suppose that's great if you've got something to do at 3am, but most of my people go to bed at a reasonable hour, and have no desire to be someplace until 3am. if they did want to be out until 3, chances are it would be at some crappy dance music venue, and i really can't take much of that. i am old, and it is getting more an more difficult for me to spend hours listening to music that i don't like just for the sake of hanging out. i would rather rake leaves than go to crazy dance club night. i am no fun. that said, staying up all night used to be my specialty. i would stay and hang out with all the drunks until they passed out or we called it quits. i just don't hang out with drunks anymore, and marleen really doesn't want to stay up until 3. we generally go to bed at a reasonable hour.
my neighbor is singing. i'm going to bed right now at the reasonable hour of 11:16pm.
we can talk about that later.
right now i want you to go to this website, and vote for me, or rate me highly if you feel so inclined.
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the organization is not promoting this at all. they are leaving it up to people to use their social networks, etc. to get the word out there. my problem is that i do not participate in any new fangled social networks. this blog is the closest thing i have to a social network (as pathetic as that may seem), so i am throwing this one out to you, my readers/viewers. you could post it on the social networking site of your choice. you could tell your buddies all about how fantastic they will think my work is. blah blah blah. it was worth a try.
i guess i should post some hallandish pictures on this crappy blog. truth is, i haven't taken a single picture since i've been here. i'm busy. i'm also preoccupied. even on vacation, i can't escape my own brain or the horribleness that is 2008. this has to be the worst year since 1996. 1995 and 1996 sucked some serious ass, so that's saying a lot. i'll post some pictures before the end of the week.
i am married to marleen, not to martin. we went to the cape on our anniversary. that is where we met martin. he resides along route 28 in yarmouth or someplace like that. we also had pancakes on route 28. the place was called "the pancake man" and they serve all you can eat pancakes. we only had one serving each, but our waitress told us that there was a guy there right before us who consumed eight pancakes. shit is crazy.
it seems like forever since i last posted. i turned 32 last week. i bought a new muffler for my car on my birthday. mufflers are not cheap. neither are tires. i bought those recently, too. both my car and i are getting older. the car needs a new clutch. i need to work out. i still think i have a higher resale value than the subaru, but we are both pretty clunky. we are also both good in the snow (thanks to my new boots).
well, have a lovely new year.