Beelden overkomen je
Sommige beelden overkomen je. Je speurt de hele dag veel te intensief naar beelden en dan onverwacht staat er een voor je.
Een mirakel in Sint Odiliënberg.

Sommige beelden overkomen je. Je speurt de hele dag veel te intensief naar beelden en dan onverwacht staat er een voor je.
Een mirakel in Sint Odiliënberg.

I finished reading The Every by Dave Eggers yesterday. What a tedious, humorless book, and not even very well written. The only surprising thing about the book was (spoiler) the ending: not a happy ending, the protagonist disappears into a ravine.
I am immediately having fun.
Many (of my) ideas are too big and, as a result, execution takes far too long. I don’t finish them.
Just today I killed a couple of big ideas. One I chopped up into small ideas, with heads and tails.
Amazing how good they are already at their first gig in ’91.
And there’s nobody there!
And then 2 years later…
I read about Jeff Bezos’ boat. To get it from the shipyard to the open sea, the Hef, the Koningshaven bridge in Rotterdam (“a Dutch city”), had to be taken apart.
There is a lot of fuss about that. I can only think, “Don’t be silly. Jeff really needs that boat.”
But seriously, put yourself in the man’s shoes. You have so much dough you don’t know what to do with it. Then, of course, you start taking space trips. And buy insanely big boats. What else are you going to do with all that money. Shouldn’t we all have a little more respect for Jeff Bezos’ problem?