Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
The three lady-bosses
Goodbye to Andrea
Unfortunately she decided to
return to her Sauerkraut and Bratwurst country, leaving us and the farm behind, too bad really...
Also too bad about that date we were supposed to have at the Amsterdam Hortus Botanicus last summer and that never came about, two failed attempt at getting to know each other apart from our mutual work at the petting zoo...
I don't hold it against you, my dear and wish you all the best for the rest of your hopefully happy, long and healthy life.
Also too bad about that date we were supposed to have at the Amsterdam Hortus Botanicus last summer and that never came about, two failed attempt at getting to know each other apart from our mutual work at the petting zoo...
I don't hold it against you, my dear and wish you all the best for the rest of your hopefully happy, long and healthy life.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
About hardship and salvation
Amsterdam, 28 Nov. 2012.
Rumour has it that life's hardship leads light the path to salvation...
Maybe in these so-called times of world wide crises, where the countless unemployed have Nada more to do but wasting the afternoon watching football matches on TV, though I have to be carefull making these grand assumptions knowing fully well that numerous males might disagree totally convinced that watching football matches on huge flatscreen TV set while knocking down cans of brewskies is much more preferably than getting thin soles on the undersides of your shoes running crisscross all over the city looking for possible job interviews, maybe play cards with the mates, joyfully aware that the financial problems hitting hard is actually a blessing in disguise for us the lads...
Me, I spend these dismal days of talking heads on the aforementioned flatscreen talking pessimism into the ground, analysing the future of the doomed Euro and the support packets for the "lazy" Greek, keeping myself busy with my jars of paint, though trying hard to stay economical by painting on newspaper pages instaed of buying expensive drawing paper, trying hard this way to show some simpathy with these fat bellied soccer fans idling all over the couch in unwashed jeans while Mommy The Wife is busy getting the kids from school, prepare the green pea soup we, the Dutch, call Snert and not all that popular by Argentinian born queen to be of Holland, Maxima...
No real hardship here in this country but spoiled semi-drunk soccer watchers, so no path to salvation either I guess...
Rumour has it that life's hardship leads light the path to salvation...
Maybe in these so-called times of world wide crises, where the countless unemployed have Nada more to do but wasting the afternoon watching football matches on TV, though I have to be carefull making these grand assumptions knowing fully well that numerous males might disagree totally convinced that watching football matches on huge flatscreen TV set while knocking down cans of brewskies is much more preferably than getting thin soles on the undersides of your shoes running crisscross all over the city looking for possible job interviews, maybe play cards with the mates, joyfully aware that the financial problems hitting hard is actually a blessing in disguise for us the lads...
Me, I spend these dismal days of talking heads on the aforementioned flatscreen talking pessimism into the ground, analysing the future of the doomed Euro and the support packets for the "lazy" Greek, keeping myself busy with my jars of paint, though trying hard to stay economical by painting on newspaper pages instaed of buying expensive drawing paper, trying hard this way to show some simpathy with these fat bellied soccer fans idling all over the couch in unwashed jeans while Mommy The Wife is busy getting the kids from school, prepare the green pea soup we, the Dutch, call Snert and not all that popular by Argentinian born queen to be of Holland, Maxima...
No real hardship here in this country but spoiled semi-drunk soccer watchers, so no path to salvation either I guess...
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