In Amsterdam

It had been a while since I was in Amsterdam other than to just see a concert. Egon Schiele, the Viennese painter, brought me there last Friday. Currently there’s an exhibition of his work in the Van Gogh Museum and me and my friend Mascha – who is a true lover of his work – decided to go and see it. (check out: Van Gogh Museum)

But we were in no hurry. The sun was shining mildly and the city with its beautiful canals looked lovely. So we strolled the streets from terrace to terrace. At one point we were sitting outside of a café called ‘Het Molenpad’ at the Prinsengracht, just near the canal, when a little boat carrying four or five people stopped, apparently because our terrace looked just as attractive from the waterside as it had done to us ashore. When they tried to climb out of the boat things went wrong...
One lady, with a classic Rubens figure, had some trouble climbing the quay wall. She fell back and that caused some dangerous tossing as you can imagine.
On her second attempt she placed her right foot on the edge of the boat while stretching as far as she could in order to hoist herself ashore. Unluckily she only caused the boat to catch water…. Fifteen seconds later the boat was gone and our Rubens lady was helplessly hanging on the edge of the quay wall.
What, you don’t believe me? I took a picture… wait and see, I’ll have it on this blog in a few days.
The exhibition was a bit crowded and I missed some of Schiele’s most famous works, but still it was worth seeing. And afterwards we had dinner at a nice Thai restaurant. I never had coconut flavoured ice before – I love it! It’s almost like the sweet taste of winning a bet! See about that at: adventures. I had lovely day all together.


Meanwhile: E. has left the city for two weeks. It’s a strange and somehow disturbing sensation. She left me with a broken key (of her bike lock). It’s almost too easy to find the symbolism in that, isn’t it? Well, I promised her to try and have it mend. And I will.

ouch! 



This dancer is temporarily out of order…

a tear... (2)

I knew it had to end sooner or later. How long can one go on carelessly dreaming about something that becomes more and more unlikely to happen? Reality got in the way. It told me I had a new friend. And she was not my lover.
So she finally asked me, over dinner: ,,What’s going on, R.?’’ Funny how some questions do not only include your answer, but the questioners reply to that already as well. By the way, we had the lamb fillet with pesto. And fries.

Liking is not loving.
‘I like you a lot’ does not come close to ‘I love you a little’.
I love her a lot.
She told me she didn’t mind.

I’m a very good dreamer. I loved being in love with her. This next couple of weeks, maybe months, I will miss doing what I’m really good at - dreaming. Furthermore, nothing’s really changed. I will be as happy as ever.

Donny

I knew I could find some of the stuff I wrote as a journalist in several obscure outskirts of the internet. But that I was translated as well... wow! Today I came across an old Donny Osmond interview of mine, kindly translated in English by someone called Robert Haighton. I'm sorry he found only a shortened version of my original, but still...
check it out!

a tear...

 

A dead pope, two birthdays and a removal

The pope is dead. I am not a very religious person, and certainly a non-believer concerning the Roman Catholic Church. So I won’t say too much about it, okay? As an event it’s fascinating, let’s keep it with that.
Anyway, I don’t have time for too many thoughts on the pope. Sorry, John Paul. But hey, where were you on issues like birth control, Aids, homosexuality? (oops, I promised myself not to do this).
And like I said: I don’t have time. I got to help Eva removing to her new house. A deja-vu? Kinda... It’s the second time in five weeks she’s moving. But we don’t mind giving her a hand. At least I don’t. As long as she doesn’t forget to bring her keys every time, and keep us endlessly waiting on the steps. But I’m sure she won’t...
And then there’s two birthdays today. My brother Mark’s and my friend Peter’s. Happy birthday to both of them! I might see Peter later today. And Mark… about thursday 14th: I am afraid I will be at a Natasha Bedingfield concert in the Melkweg that night. So we got to reschedule. Or do you want to join me?