Local shopping
I would love to see this local shopping guide for Amsterdam, or, say, Randstad.
Great idea!
I would love to see this local shopping guide for Amsterdam, or, say, Randstad.
Great idea!
They stand talking to each other on the platform. Both: short-cropped, brittle hair, winter coat on over the suit, the jacket, longer, sticks out from under the coat, a large packed backpack on their backs.
I get off the train and walk to the steps. In front of me walks a man with silver-gray hair. He is wearing a black nylon jacket, black pants with a crease, black cotton sports socks, and those solid Ecco shoes.
He confidently holds his thick computer bag in his hand. He must have brought home a lot of papers.
He reminds me of someone. Taut. Inflexible. Straightforward. An architect.
The next day, he walks past me again. Usually, he is all in black, as I just described, but this time, he is wearing a deep, dark brown suit.
Awesome video by Epic Spaceman on shrinking to atom level without getting disoriented. (Via kottke.org)
I finished Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver. A very good book that reminds me of multiple books for multiple reasons: Nick Cave’s The Ass Saw the Angel (alcoholic boy and the atmosphere) and Salingers Catcher in the Rye (a dive into the adolescent mind), for example.
Demon is the son of a junky mother and a father that died when Demon was still young.
The boy ends up in child care and lives with foster parents who are only interested in the allowance that comes with the care. He finds his loving grandmother, who finds a better home for him. The boy is talented in sports and drawing. He has some luck but makes the wrong decisions and ends up addicted to pills himself and with a girlfriend who is addicted to any substance, including heroin.
Will-power and friends try to drag him out of a downward spiral.
My, what a read!
The lady is always already on the train when I board. She has an iPad on her lap. Earbuds in her ears. She plays Candy Crush. Always. The full hour the trip takes.
I caught our cat jumping in one of the boxes under my desk. Why do cats do this?
One theory is that they feel safe in a box. But just the image of a square on the ground seems to also attract them.
All recent articles on the topic seem to refer to the same study.
More research is required.
Oh, they jump in other boxes and crates, too.
Hans Aarsman wrote about Garry Winogrand, and also created a fantastic, expressionistic monologue about the chaos he recognizes in his photographic works.
You can download the monologue on this page in English and Dutch. The links are sort of hidden. Hoover the mouse under the text “ARCHIEF”, where you see a large faint “X”. I think the original thumbnail has disappeared. The monologue is called Ruis in Dutch and Rattle in English. Rattle, I can imagine, is the noise in the streets, but I do not understand Ruis (noise, static). The monologue reads like a train-of-thought rattle. Very much how like Winogrand talked in a very Rattly manner.
Listen to this except:
You can find the full interview here.
The Indexed blog by Jessica Hagy just just freaking great!
I mean, this can only be created by a beautiful mind: