Tuesday, July 3, 2012

:-D

Previous post was #100! Took 4 years or so... It's often a surprise (+/-) reading back.


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

In a tunnel

All work and no play


Perspective is a peculiar thing. It narrows your comfort zone closely around your current position. Everything far behind you is vague and everything far ahead unknown and indistinguishable.

The twist of the spine and that look over your shoulder is a sign of doubt, the need to substantiate a "choice". This is something that can hold or, even worse, turn you back.

But rarely a step back will clear up things ahead...

Friday, September 9, 2011

Getting together

I had a very short, yet touching, conversation with my uncle, who tried to explain how the ends justify the means when it comes to keeping the members of our family in close contact and interaction.

Just like this photo, we were late for the sunset* but we all walked there together.

Getting together

We are lucky...

* kind of expected :-D

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Naughty wind

Wear and tear

By far the windiest place I have ever been to. Not only I had to put a lot of effort into standing upright and as still as possible to frame this shot, I had to fight to keep my clothes on as well! The view was worth it I think.


View Mirrador Morrovelosa in a larger map

Monday, August 15, 2011

Mf burn

Bigger is better

One of the first people who favorited this photo on Flickr was a person with the alias Bomber1010 or sth, who had no public photos and whose only favorites depicted fire or flames... Kind of scary. 

His/her profile doesn't exist anymore, he/she was probably arrested for arson :-D

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Stand .. now ...... now .......... now!

Yes, this is the White Tower!

Damn I had to wait for a long time for these girls to decide to stand up and leave from this corner of the pier. And though I was almost a hundred meters away, I am pretty sure that the concentration of mosquitoes at both locations was similar. It's quite surprising we all lasted that long!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

x+1 stories

Every picture on my Flickr photostream not only tells (hopefully) x stories but also has one of its own. Could that be a possible reason for the revival of this blog?


* x being the number of viewers

Friday, April 1, 2011

All year fool

You are not impressing anyone...

I know I've not been posting a lot in the last few months. I fortunately don't live in an environment deprived of stimuli. Exteriorizing thoughts, on the other hand, is an interest-dependent process for me (and the like). This blog, once again, has to evolve or cease to be ;-)


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

tc

A cool walk on the beach...

I have certainly wondered about this one before. You have these two sayings about people being apart:

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Out of sight, out of mind

They can refer to relatives/friends/lovers/whatever. There is no way of telling which one is more accurate since it's so subjective. In a cold scientific approach there must be a critical time when you switch from one to the other. The order is, to me, self-evident. I've been away long enough to know ...

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Iteratively

A (not so?) celebrated kind of fool is the one that does not evolve. In a darwinistic approach this has to be related to intelligence, but it needn't be so. The aforementioned idiot is the one who is given one chance after another on the different aspects of his life and never manages to get any better in any of them. Neither for himself, nor for the others. Usually by failing to recognize or admit mistakes. This is very relevant to my new year's resolutions. There are no thorns left from last year, things might get difficult but stranger things have happened, I just don't want to be such a fool. For the other kinds there's nothing I can do :-)

Think, be happy, live

Happy new year.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Enough!

Bicycle ride in snow

62.463.077 seconds later:

Selektmail

Open mind for a different view...

Thursday, November 18, 2010

90

Kinder than your shadow

A stitch in time saves nine.

An unstitch in time?

Saturday, November 13, 2010

... when nothing means anything.

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There were a couple of things in my head over this long period that I haven't  written anything. The reasons for the latter are vague: nothing to say? too busy? not necessary to dump something here?

Anyway, it had something to do with truth. What Henry David Thoreau would rather have than love, money and faith, according to one of his famous quotes. Actually it probably had to do with true feelings, after seeing two people making each other truly happy. No wonder they were siblings, in general such honesty is hard to find. People for a multitude of reasons can force different emotions (states of mind too?) onto themselves. One, however, although it comes in many "flavours", is often quite genuine, difficult to fake: hate. Richard Wright sang in Breakthrough (among model universes...):

And then this senseless thought,
by hating more you're feeling more,
and that's how you get caught.

Might be right. On the receiver's side, one should be happy to provoke true emotions. Whatever they are. After all: it must mean something...

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Love after Love

Dualism
The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving at your own door,
in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself,
to the stranger who has loved you all your life,
who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror. Sit.
Feast on your life.

by Derek Walcott

Monday, September 13, 2010

A Dream by Necessity


There will be sunshine after rain

When is the departure more important than the arrival?
If you are leaving hell behind, isn't the heaven you are looking for slightly diminished?

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Switch On


Back to Groningen, having almost the typical set of contradicting feelings that the end of vacation inflicts.

And a great vacation it was. If switching off most switches controlling daily worries to the extend of losing sense of time, leaving you with a rather shadowy concentration capacity can be imagined, then I could say it was relaxing! This takes a special place with special people, not necessarily desolate or quiet. It's like floating on a sea of momentum, which neither moves nor threatens you, but merely supports you. And in this sense, being the spectator of the merrymaking of the people around you (considering also their general condition) has a genuine romantic quality in it.


This time, however, as it occurs every 2-3 years (and too bad if it doesn't since the periodicity is specified by the emergence of changes) there's a special feeling. Specifically, I only have a couple of weeks to imprint Groningen at its current state in my memory, before everything associated with its balance, as the environment it is, is differently tinted...

Friday, July 30, 2010

At proper time


I remember a cassette copy of Pink Floyd's "Division Bell" being among my sister's  music collection soon after the release of the album in 1994. I was 9 at the moment and I just thought the cover looked cool. It wasn't until many years later that the music touched me, making me a Pink Floyd Music appreciator for life.

Watch-ing

I have a similar feeling about reading. Sure, books mature our understanding, but certain books require a certain maturity to be understood. One should not rush ahead. Imagination and intelligence are largely talent-like traits, but mature understanding is an acquired one, assembled from experience that, whatever the rate, takes time...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Tides are Turning

New location and features, same old ideas. I was glad it was possible to retrieve all the comments that were lost after the re-location. It's important sometimes to be able to delve into the past and take a look at what you thought of certain things at the time. It's like revising your new year's resolutions... Many things can be forgotten, especially when regret or realization of being wrong is involved. Time, it seems, is not without a sense of irony* :-)

Challenges


* Kind of quoting the Matrix again...

Monday, July 12, 2010

Ε τότε παραιτείσαι!

Thor is pissed

Σηκώνεις στην καταιγίδα αλεξικέραυνο και το βλέπουν σκήπτρο!

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Under ReLocation

Εθελοτυφλώ is a beautiful greek word describing the uneasiness to face and accept certain (relevant) truths*. It literary means "to act willfully blind".

In the eye of the beholder...

There's sometimes a bitter feeling associated with truth, a pain, which Gibran described as the breaking of the shell that encloses one's understanding. Turning that shell into a semipermeable (hence selective) membrane is a widely-used defense mechanism.

In an effort to evade the resulting irredeemable and erroneous information processing, rather than protect an unfurled privacy (nothing is hidden under the cyber-sun when you choose to publish it), this blog will soon to be found under a new URL.

Those willing to keep battering their shells (and bothering their heads) are welcome readers and contributors. For the rest I hope something went through :-)



* all equivalent english words and expressions I know are etymologically not as nice!

Friday, July 2, 2010

For Now

Not a lot to say about Mark Knopfler's concert in Heineken Music Hall, Amsterdam, on June 28. Beautiful, touching music and a flawless performance. Definitely worth the extra effort getting there.

6 lanes of traffic, 3 lanes moving slow

Reaching the first encore was interesting, the whole band just had a beer on stage after "Telegraph Road" and then continued with "Brothers In Arms". I left before the second encore, giving special weight to my "last song". Funny how "The Fish and the Bird" from 2008 concert in Rotterdam was replaced by "So Far Away"...

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Daydream

Every morning...

Definitions by the Free Online Dictionary:

1. a pleasant dreamlike fantasy indulged in while awake; idle reverie
2. a pleasant scheme or wish that is unlikely to be fulfilled; pipe dream


How about the feeling of sleeping through a whole day? A day so different than its yesterday and tomorrow. Not quite like a dream: it's real, it leaves its marks. Yet like one, it has its own timeline, making hard to say how long it lasts. And just as a pleasant dream, you wish it occurs again. 

And again. 

Monday, June 14, 2010

Attention

Found a pin!

Who is indifferent to it? Whether ones seeks it, begs for it or just draws it, welcomes it or appears annoyed by it. Everyone has his/her own ways and each of these "attention games" has its own playground and rules.
I am a little annoyed that Flickr, which is meant to be a photographic community, in a large part becomes senseless like facebook. Attention is shifted from the photographs. They, together with their subjects, become secondary, hidden behind an incomprehensible river of "send to receive" irrelevant comments. When was it that finding and isolating a subject/idea and capturing its light was still inspiring and important?

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Talk the Talk, Walk the Walk

It's a pity John Mayer's concert in Heineken Music Hall was cancelled, it was so exciting managing to get tickets for it. I hope it's nothing more than the effects of a crazy time during the PinkPop festival where he performed last Saturday. I'll be missing (for now) something like:


That's one of my favourite John Mayer songs. It makes me think of psychological vultures gaining self-righteousness by feeding on corpses that suffered from misunderstanding. If both chose their role in this game, and are proud of it, who is to judge whom? That's what impartial friends are for. "Power", after all, "is made by pure manipulation"...

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Κατὰ τον δαίμονα ἑαυτοῦ

I had never heard of this expression before seeing it written on Jim Morrison's grave in Pere-Lachaise cemetery in Paris. 

I think it is literally translated as "according to one's own demon". "Δαίμων", however, had nothing to do with today's meaning of devil. It was a deity which divided and distributed destiny (δαίομαι=μοιράζω, to distribute). The phrase "πράττω κατά τον δαίμονα εαυτού" actually means "I act according to what my conscience deems right", a life-attitude celebrated by Stoic philosophers.

It refers to people who try to make their own way through life and most probably go by their own rules, ethical ones included. Free spirits. Like Lou Salome when saying (in I. Yalom's novel):

For me the word "duty" is heavy and oppressing. I have summed all my duties to just one: eternalize my freedom.

Does freedom come at the price of solitude? No. Such "demons" still understand the ways and  importance of sharing. And even if they seemingly belong to different spheres, like the sea and the sky, they can still see them as one. Especially far into the horizon...

It takes 2

Monday, May 10, 2010

Communication Breakdown

Don't pull the plug!

It's OK when the internet is by necessity all you've got...

Monday, April 26, 2010

On Freedom - Kahlil Gibran

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too


At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them.
Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff.
And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfilment.

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief,
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound.

And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour?
In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains, though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle your eyes.

And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard that you may become free?
If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead.
You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon them.
And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride?
And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.
And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared.

Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.
These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling.


And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light.


And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Mark-ed!


John Illsley, the bassist of Dire Straits, releases a new album, "Streets of Heaven", 15 years after the group disbanded. The music is perfect, no objection there. It's just too difficult to miss that Mark Knopfler flavour in it! In my head those hand-picked riffs are tradeMARK-ed!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Life is for Living. Take the road as it comes.

To the point, almost...


When your answer to a "Sorry to hear that" about things that go way wrong at work or weird situations in your life is a full of sincerity and awareness "That's OK", a brief satisfying feeling emerges. Maybe it's like the creation process Zizek was referring to when he used the idea of cosmic catastrophe/imbalance to arrive at the conclusion that love is evil. Then it's no wonder that it is extremely tempting to stir things within your reach out of balance, in vain hope for such true moments of happiness.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

La vida no vale nada


"The Limits of Control" is a great movie, I definitely don't agree with the 6.2/10 rating on IMDB. Maybe I am a little bit biased because it's a work of Jim Jarmusch, but it is very artsy and the cinematography is simply brilliant. It is one of those movies that is difficult to describe, one has to see for himself. In the first few minutes it will become clear if you'll just stop the movie or be eventually disappointed when its 2 hours have gone past and you have to emerge from its vague yet dreamy plot.

For me it worked in the first few seconds, after beginning with the start of Arthur Rimbaud's poem "The Drunken Boat":

"As I descended into impassible rivers
I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen"

Sunday, April 11, 2010

An aggregate of coincidences


Many things are, or appear to be, beyond our control, true. But the fact that the ball hits the net, no matter where it lands, is only because one wasn't good enough. No luck involved there...

Friday, April 9, 2010

Oversimplifications

Who has time for eternity?...

I first need to drop a remark on a quote of Henri Cariter-Bresson I got  as a comment on Flickr. It reads: "He made me suddenly realize that photographs could reach eternity through the moment".

Photographs might very well do so, we won't.* So my answer to the original question, "Who has time for eternity", is: no one. That's why it might always be too late to do something and never too late to not do something else.**

What then? Ziggy Marley would say "Got to be true to myself". Hermann Hesse might reasonably ask: "Which one?". And although he recognizes that there is not a single human being (even the common fool) that can be so conveniently simple so that it could be described as the sum of two-three entities, I like to relate to his Steppenwolf... 


* Art is just another immortality system, a non-rational belief structure through which we delude ourselves while trying to beat our mortality angst
** Strangely both can be untimely

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Een bijzondere dag

They come and they go

Take a few slips of mind and simple facts condemned by circumstances to be guilty secrets. Wrap them in irony and bad timing and there you have it!

Now it's time to paraphrase R. Feynman:

I wonder why.
It bothers me.
I wonder why I wonder.
I wonder why it bothers me.
I wonder why I wonder why.
I wonder why it bothers me to wonder.
I wonder why it bothers me to wonder why.
I wonder why I bother...

Monday, March 15, 2010

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Just Do It?

In a quarter? Give me a sec!

So little time, so much we might do.

Are we overwhelmed by too much possibility, something our time-limited selves cannot handle?

And the past? Is it just a repository of no-longer-existing events?

Is there such a thing as "time out of mind"?

Does the following piece of Martin Heidegger answer anything at all?

Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and
yet it remains constant in its passing away with-
out being something temporal like the beings in
time.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

If you take the wrong train, any stop you make is wrong*


One chose a career, relationship, religion that failed to reform him/her completely and suppress his/her impulses that are incompatible with the ethics and/or ideology on which these institutions operate. Understanding a tiny bit of human nature, one has to write, direct and perform in a play which usually fails to be convincing, even for him/herself (deep inside).

But if you board the wrong train is it any use running along the corridor in the other direction?...
(Dietrich Bonhoeffer)

On track


Soul Asylum put it nicely:

Runaway train never going back 
Wrong way on a one way track 
Seems like I should be getting somewhere 
Somehow I'm neither here no there

*reference frame required

Friday, January 29, 2010

A poll of 3

Last week's video was radiohead's "Just". I find it mind-blowing. Any creative ideas of what he might be saying at the end?

Monday, January 25, 2010

Surreal chat

We shall meet in a place where there is no darkness.

Shedding light...

Where the light is?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

We were there...



... part of the "present but creatively absent" majority. El Roy and Dion however paid the appropriate homage to Nemania, whose story seems to be a never-ending part of their own.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Hard to fail in this category

Popular science magazine awarded Canon EOS 5D mkII with the title of the innovation of the year 2009 in the gadgets category. I don't know if that's how I see an innovation, but it's a kick-a$$ camera anyway ;-)


Friday, January 1, 2010

Cyclic Redundancy

A little story loosely related to my new year’s resolutions:

A wild rabbit was caught and taken to a National Institutes of Health laboratory. When he arrived, he was befriended by a rabbit that had been born and raised in the lab.
One evening the wild rabbit noticed that his cage hadn’t been properly closed and decided to make a break for freedom. He invited the lab rabbit to join him. The lab rabbit was unsure, as he had never been outside the lab, but the wild rabbit finally convinced him to give a try.
Once they were free, the wild rabbit said, “I’ll show you the number-three best field,” and took the lab rabbit to a field full of lettuce.
After they had eaten their full, the wild rabbit said, “Now I’ll show you the number-two field,” and took the lab rabbit to a field full of carrots.
After they had had their fill of carrots, the wild rabbit said, “Now I’ll show you the number-one field,” and took the lab rabbit to a warren full of female bunnies. It was Heaven- nonstop love making all night long.
As dawn was beginning to break, the lab rabbit announced that he would have to be getting back to the lab.
“Why?” said the wild rabbit. “I’ve shown you the number-three best field with the lettuce, the number-two best field with the carrots, and the number-one best field with the ladies. Why do you want to go back to the lab?”
The lab rabbit replied, “I can’t help it. I’m dying for a cigarette!”

I will be going back soon, I got a bit bored, mainly of inaction and repetitive questions the answers to which should be either already known or not sought at all. I did however remove a little thorn, though one not to be touched (by me) remains. Well, one cannot have it all; it’s OK if you can give more than you get I guess…


Good fortune...

Friday, December 25, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britain



A combination of true British humor and original music-making, how could I not have loved it? An amazing show, totally worth bicycling 9km in snow @ -8°C, on a bicycle borrowed from an 1.95m-tall Dutch guy (who is a great neighbor btw!). Totally recommended.

I enjoyed it so much that I felt that shooting a video would ruin my experience, so I didn't. That's what youtube is for.



We also learned what's the difference between a baritone and a soprano ukelele: "When you gather around a camp fire, the baritone ukelele burns slower". Great stuff!

Monday, December 21, 2009

Entangled

Entangled

There are very few ways one can really retract from the world, ways which in their vast majority are not pleasant. This is because we all interact and affect each other, either willfully or in a random manner described by chaos theory or quantum entanglement. And the nature of physical law is there to tease us: if you decide to peek at something, you affect its outcome. Provided you have the chance to make that choice...

Monday, December 14, 2009

Windswept


Windswept

I could relate everything that walks the line of time to this photo. Take choices you've made and people in your life for example. There are people who, like the weeds in the foreground, seem closer but in fact they come and go, at a rate that depends on the conditions. The trees though are a steady background and no matter how far they may seem to be, they are always there. These trees may change occasionaly, but they surely endure time. Same goes for the things you have done. And oh boy, how wrong can these be...