Of Monday’s butterflies under a Sunday’s sun

Yesterday was a Monday – and yet, as though he were a confused English businessman trying differentiate numbers from letters on an outdated Russian time table hidden behind a thick layer of 50-year old glass and an even thicker layer of dust (admittedly younger than the glass itself, for how could these plushy balls of […]

September 121th (sic)

The world did change today – Why or how, I cannot say; I’m just recalling all those gruesome pictures – those portraits of pure misery, hate – and all those scientific lectures from people who can only speak, when it’s too late. A plane, a building; A plane, a building; Insane, this whole thing: All […]

Dear dream journal,

last night, I had the craziest dream. It probably has something to do with me having to go back to school in a few weeks from now. You see, I was sitting in a classroom – which reminds me, the lay-out looked very familiar. I think it reminds me of my music lessons during high […]

Book review (but not really): My Life

Title: “Mijn Leven” (Dutch title; translation: “My Life”) Author: Andrei Dmitrievich Sakharov Year: 1990 Publisher: Meulenhoff Pages: +/- 850, incl. notes, occasionally decorated with photographs and technical drawings I don’t want to start this article using tired old rhetoric like “Having read Andrei Dmitrievich Sakharov’s “My Life”,…” so I’ve inserted this particular prefix before getting […]

The Shrug Stop

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Sing it for the children

♫ Now hear me, my children, oh children of me; And read, yes my children – but read silently Your father – yes, that old man – he too was once free; And your mom was still young then, I say secretly I used to have problems, but my friends did not know; My mind […]

Not a good day for Manifestos

Enough is enough. When will we start to realize that nobody, no-one and nothing c        ke us back to our core values acceptexcept for the Ones that are helplessly watching us, and our leaders and                     lse involved See note 1. The Ones will only exceptaccept us once we […]

The Shrug Stop

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Pandora’s Box – Developing…

It pains me having to say this, but the last couple of days had me going mad with lack of inspiration. “Days”, that is – not “nights”. During daytime hours, chores and such would get in the way – a stroll with the dogs here, a half-hour workout there, some cooking, cleaning and tweeting (how […]

… in which I repent for my visual sins

After having finished yesterday’s translation of Anna Achmatova’s poem “the Echo”, I decided to perk things up a bit and insert some relatively random visuals into the mix. These pictures can be seen during the first segment of my Flash animation – only very briefly so, as the translation races on; not allowing the viewer […]