Question: Easter Sunday, does that mark the end of something or the beginning of something new, something better?
Well, hopefully for me it marks the end of a strange and silly week in which I acted like a fool at least twice. Hopefully I have learned. Well I do know now, that it is completely insane to go search for that one place where you really want to be when you’re in fact too tired or too insecure to even catch its magic, add a little to it and become one with it. Because then, my friend, the place you really want to be simply does not exist.
By the way, I am one of those that believe that Easter is the beginning of something new, something better...
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Sunday, March 20, 2005
It’s Springtime!
Here we are - the winter has gone, springtime has arrived. And what a lovely Sunday it is! The sun is shining and across the streets the tourists at the ancient Amsterdamse Poort are actually smiling. You are so welcome my dear foreign friends.
Why am I in such a good mood? I don’t know. Maybe I’m in love, who knows?
Well, there is for a fact something to be happy about: I booked a flight to the city of my heart – NYC. Two weeks in May, as from the 9th, I will be staying at my friend Gg’s place. Life is sweet.
Why am I in such a good mood? I don’t know. Maybe I’m in love, who knows?
Well, there is for a fact something to be happy about: I booked a flight to the city of my heart – NYC. Two weeks in May, as from the 9th, I will be staying at my friend Gg’s place. Life is sweet.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Sorry, but I despise them
What a month... March brought us snow up to our knees! Just when everyone had Spring on their heads already. The new year is beginning to show its teeth...
I was wondering these days if journalism is still for me. It’s difficult not to get cynical now all the reasons why I once wanted to be part of it - part of the little army of those who write about what’s going on in the world, because they really have to; because they feel the deep need to inform their public at the best possible way they can – seem to get crushed by the ones in power that really don’t give a shit. Not about what journalism should be about, not about our readers, not about anything.
I write for the oldest newspaper in the world (its history goes all the way back to 1656!) and that IS something to be proud of. But, apparently without any regrets, management and chief editors are very busy turning this paper into a insult in print. It breaks my heart.
And the grass isn’t too much greener on the other side this time. As we know for sure since this week eight local newspapers in The Netherlands will disappear on very short notice because of a money-driven but unnecessary newspaper merger to bring forth Holland’s second biggest newspaper that nobody has asked for. My heart goes out to my colleagues at Rotterdams Dagblad. They have shown this week that their journalists hearts are still in the right place - even now that it is been torn out.
Is journalism still for me? I think so. I refuse to let that be taken away by heartless shit-heads who’s only interest is the thickness of their own wallets. Sorry, but I despise them.
I was wondering these days if journalism is still for me. It’s difficult not to get cynical now all the reasons why I once wanted to be part of it - part of the little army of those who write about what’s going on in the world, because they really have to; because they feel the deep need to inform their public at the best possible way they can – seem to get crushed by the ones in power that really don’t give a shit. Not about what journalism should be about, not about our readers, not about anything.
I write for the oldest newspaper in the world (its history goes all the way back to 1656!) and that IS something to be proud of. But, apparently without any regrets, management and chief editors are very busy turning this paper into a insult in print. It breaks my heart.
And the grass isn’t too much greener on the other side this time. As we know for sure since this week eight local newspapers in The Netherlands will disappear on very short notice because of a money-driven but unnecessary newspaper merger to bring forth Holland’s second biggest newspaper that nobody has asked for. My heart goes out to my colleagues at Rotterdams Dagblad. They have shown this week that their journalists hearts are still in the right place - even now that it is been torn out.
Is journalism still for me? I think so. I refuse to let that be taken away by heartless shit-heads who’s only interest is the thickness of their own wallets. Sorry, but I despise them.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Unbelievably crazy
Interested in the history of psychiatry? Then I got a tip for you: the Pest- en Dolhuys in Haarlem. It’s a place where they used to treat the mentally ill as well plague sufferers. Recently it re-opened as a museum.
I finally found the perfect opportunity to get a look at it when my friend Mascha was here last Sunday to visit me. Not that she’s crazy or anything – although she did bring me a microwave oven as a present… - but she’s like the best person you can imagine to go to a museum with.
I can tell you a lot about the museum, its really unbelievable how we treated the crazy up till, well, just decades ago. But you better visit the museum's own website:
pest and dolhuys
I finally found the perfect opportunity to get a look at it when my friend Mascha was here last Sunday to visit me. Not that she’s crazy or anything – although she did bring me a microwave oven as a present… - but she’s like the best person you can imagine to go to a museum with.
I can tell you a lot about the museum, its really unbelievable how we treated the crazy up till, well, just decades ago. But you better visit the museum's own website:
pest and dolhuys
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