04:13pm 12/09/2008
 
t Het nog nooit, nog nooit zo donker west,
Of t wer altied wel weer licht...
  
     
 
"And how I'll never know just why or understand..."   
10:06am 18/03/2008
 

Wat hadden we een lol.
Dankjewel babe.		  
     
 
Haha,   
04:50pm 28/03/2006
 
mood: surprised
music: A Popular History of Signs - Crowds
I'm a bit behind and only just read this, why didn't this show up on my friendspage?
For those who don't know it yet:

(Nederlanders slimste van alle Europeanen

Uitgegeven: 27 maart 2006 06:56
RIJSWIJK - Nederlanders zijn het slimst van alle Europeanen. We moeten de eerste plaats echter wel delen met de Duitsers. Gemiddeld hebben inwoners van beide landen een IQ van 107, zo staat in een onderzoek van de Universiteit van Ulster in Noord-Ierland, waaruit de Britse krant de Times maandag publiceerde.
Uit onderzoek blijkt tevens dat moppen over Belgen geoorloofd zijn: onze zuiderburen hebben een gemiddeld IQ van 99. Daarmee laten ze wel de Spanjaarden (98) en de Fransen (94) achter zich. De 'domste' mensen wonen volgens de onderzoekers in Servië. Het gemiddelde IQ reikt daar niet verder dan 89.
Mensen in het 'koude' Noord-Europa hebben grotere hersenen dan mensen in het warmere zuiden, menen de onderzoekers. De barre omstandigheden dwong de vroege mens in Noord-Europa meer te jagen dan mensen uit het warmere Zuiden van het continent. Daardoor kregen de noordelingen meer proteïne, mineralen en vitaminen binnen, die belangrijk zijn voor de ontwikkeling van de hersenen.)

My crappy English translation:

The Dutch smartest of all Europeans

The Dutch are the smartest people in Europe. We do have to share this first place with the Germans. In average the inhabitants of both countries have an IQ of 107, according to a research of the University of Ulster in Nothern Ireland, published by the British newspaper Times this Monday.

Bla bla, etc. This is it: The Belgians have an IQ of 99 (note: the Dutch have been joking about the famous Belgian 'intelligence' for years), the Spanish 98 and the French 94. The 'dumbest' people live in Serbia, their average IQ is only 89.

People in the cold parts of Northern-Europe have bigger brains than the people in the warm south, according to the researchers. The sometimes harsh circumstances forced the early inhabitants of Northern Europe to hunt more than the inhabitants of the warm South of the continent. Due to that, the notherners got more protein, minerals and vitamines, which are important for the development of the brain.

I think I speak for all the Dutch when I say: "What."

Oh, I read here, no, here, that the Belgians aren't very happy with the outcome of this test. Go figure, it's complete bull.


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Yeah.   
04:36pm 23/03/2006
 
mood: nostalgic
music: Poesie Noire - Verge of Tears
Attenzione:

Flying Doctors, yeah!


Does someone have that tune/theme/whatever you call it for me? I've been looking for it for ages and I'm frustrated. How can I be retro when I don't own the tune of one of the best shows ever made?
I'm also looking for Lavvi Ebbel. Someone?

Eternal gratitude awaits you. Think about it.

edit: Many thanks to [info]jjv for posting this. It's fantastic. All I need now is Lavvi Ebbel.
Thank you, complete, random and lonely stranger, you made my day! :) I hope you won't be lonely for very long.		  
     

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Landgenoten,   
04:22pm 09/12/2005
 
mood: amused
music: A Certain Ratio - Shack Up
From'99 tips for dealing with the Dutch' by Hans Kaldenbach:

Verbal versus nonverbal communication
The Dutch mainly pay attention to your literal words. The don't hear the intonation with which you say something. If you casually mention that something will happen tomorrow, they think it will really happen. If you mumble a halfhearted 'yes' in respons to something a Dutchman suggests, he thinks you agreed to it. He won't have noticed your nonverbal 'I'd rather not'. The Dutch don't understand your reluctance to spoil the atmosphere with a blunt 'no'; they've learned to disregard nonverbal signals. They go by what you say, not how you say it.

'Gezelligheid'
Not only coffee, but gezelligheid is an essential ingredient of Dutch society. When people reminisce about times gone by it is usually the gezelligheid they miss most of all. Dutch who live abroad and are homesick particulary miss the gezelligheid of Holland. It is difficult to pinpoint exactly what gezelligheid is. It has to do with feelings of snugness, coziness, security, serenity, homeyness and relaxation.
Drinking coffee can be gezelligheid. Visiting a friend can be gezelligheid. So can an open fire. A neighbourhood can have a gezelligheid feel to it; a painting depicting a rustic setting can also be gezelligheid. If someone refers to you as gezelligheid, take this as a compliment.

Getting straight to the point
When the Dutch have to discuss a difficult topic, their usual approach is to plunge right into it. They hardly take the time to sit and relax. They do not gradually work up to the difficult subject, but come straight to the point.
To you this probably makes a blunt and tactless impression. In some regions of the Netherlands (Limburg and the Eastern Netherlands) the people are more reticent and begin with small talk ('koetjes en kalfjes', 'cows and calves', a typical Dutch expression) before introducing the real topic.

Not too enthusiastic
The Dutch are not very profuse in their reactions.
When they're satisfied, they prefer to say they are 'not dissatisfied'.
A much-enjoyed film will be called 'not bad'.
If they think highly of an idea, they'll say: 'Yes, there's something to that.'
How are things at work? 'I can't complain.'

Anti-German
Many Dutch are anti-German. When they see a German, they may say (half jokingly) to each other: 'I want my bike back.' This refers to the fact that, as World War II neared its end, some Germans attempted to flee back to Germany on bicycles stolen from the Dutch.
Anti-German remarks from you, a foreigner, will be slightly confusing to the Dutch.

Enjoyment seems to be a sin
Many Dutch find it difficult to enjoy the good things in life; it is as though they consider enjoyment a sin. They seem to have an internal 'barrier' that prevents them from enjoying things fully or letting themselves go. This is evident in their uninspired eating habits, inconspicuous clothing, sober architecture, restrained manner of celebrating, and so on. In Dutch history, the influence of Calvinism (a religious doctrine) has played a considerable role. The Dutch themselves say that Calvinism to blame for their inhibitions regarding enjoyment, having fun and expressing emotion.

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'I want my bike back.' - I didn't know that one, teehee.
'inconspicuous clothing' - That surely isn't about me.		  
     

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Cheer up sleepy Gene.   
04:56pm 08/12/2005
 
mood: peaceful
music: Turbonegro - Don't Say Motherfucker, Motherfucker
( Beeeeeh! )

From now on I will update more often!
God knows we've all been waiting for that.
  
     

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The devil sent you to Lorado   
04:34pm 30/11/2005
 
mood: lethargic in a good way
music: Baccara - Sorry, I'm a lady
From all the unnecessary and useless things (read: music) I bought online, this is particular album beats them all.

( My new fetish )		  
     

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Rant (as usual)   
02:58pm 16/08/2005
 
mood: crappy
music: New Order - Subculture
Sometimes I feel like Baltimora. I only had one moment of glory, but no one can recall it.

Here's a rant about the 80's that doesn't have a decent end, middle or beginning.

THE DECADE OF MY CHILDHOOD HEROES

Like Feargal Sharkey (ooh, html), who looked like an hyena but made a good point; A true heart these days is hard to find. Which I'm sure Climie Fisher could agree on. Because love changes everything.
Climie was kind of hot by the way.

Just like Gazebo, who was a bit of a nutcase and only looked good with eyeliner acting like an autist behind his piano. But hey, that's what the eighties were all about. The more make-up a guy wears, the better. Rolling up your sleeves is also a good idea.
It makes you look carelessly cool.

It's just that, ah, you could wear Speedo's and huge sunglasses and girls would throw themselves to you.

I miss Falco, but Falco is God, evidently. What a loss.

Why do infantile retards like Tupac Shakur us a favor by dying, but then mysteriously 're-appear' over and over again by making new singles?
From just 'recovered footage', yeah, right.
His recordcompany and/or 'homies' even fucked up a Bruce Hornsby and the Range song. The one with that nice piano part. You know, that's just the way it is, things will never be the same, uh. uh, uh. And then that idiot comes rapping along and yelling fuck the cops, gun toting gourd with a hanky around his head. Hello asshole, you look like a gnome. If your 'enemies' from that 'gang' wouldn't have shot you, I would have.
I think I'll round up a gang and go to that recordcompany and have a drive-by shitting. Huuhuhu. It's Tuesday.

Mel & Kim. If I'm not mistaken, one of them died. So that means the other one can't dance. They always did this neat dance together you see. But you already knew that, because you're not a barbarian.

But Dieuw, how could you know, you were born in the last week of 1982?
YEAH SHUT UHUUUUP! :'(

So do we even talk about Eddy Grant these days?
Eddy Grant people! Rocking down electric avenue while Jo'anna gave us hope. I don't wanna dance, dance with you baby, no more.
God man, how can you be so cruel, the man clearly was a genius.

And the Thompson Twins! Hello nurse, you could have predicted that I would mention the hair of that chick. It's not even hair, it's a shrine.
I have to add a picture, see here:
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Alannah. Aaaaaaw.

And ah, ah. I should stop now, because I'm exaggerating an nobody will read this anyway. TL;DR, I can feel it. Bye.		  
     

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Oh man   
06:37pm 12/07/2005
 
mood: ooooh
music: Screams For Tina - Chrysanthemum
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I have to get that outfit.

-I already got the boots.-

Haha, now you've got Agnetha on your friendspage. That'll show you meme-posters. Damn it.		  
     

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Mr T time   
01:47pm 13/02/2005
 
mood: awake
music: Lene Lovich - I Think We're Alone Now
It's about time I dedicated a post to my lifetime hero.
It has been too long.

Let's start with one of my most precious objects:


Mr T in your pocket!!!
[info]rupturedandroid gave it to me a few months ago. I almost cried.
When you push the buttons it will say things like "I pity the fool", "Quit your jibber jabber" (I might not spell this correctly) or "First name Mister, middle name Period, last name... T."
SEX.
I am so fond of it. I don't care about my loved ones. Who needs them when you have this?!

Eh yes, I make illegal copies of books at college.

And. AND!

I would like to take the opportunity to thank [info]cymon for pointing out this movie:
Be Somebody or Be Somebody's Fool


It changed my life. From now on, [info]cymon is my best Livejournal buddy.

Mr T is such a multi-tasker. Besides being a helluva fast driver, the protective saint of all children and the guy that has the best one-liners of the A-team (come on, it's a life-philosophy), he is also an excellent singer/rapper/performer!

Go watch this flick, children. You can download the torrent.



Oh T.... you never cease to amaze me. <3		  
     

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Culture   
07:49pm 31/01/2005
 
mood: content
music: Red Lorry Yellow Lorry - Sometimes
For all you unfortunate beings not living in the Netherlands.

( Hey hi, I'm Schimpie )		  
     

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Click   
02:30pm 05/12/2004
 
mood: retarded
music: Penis Flytrap - Tears Of Blood
This looks like an lj-cut.

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And I keep on hitting it, because I'm a retard.		  
     

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05:25pm 22/10/2004
  Penis.  
     

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Cute creatures   
01:04pm 15/09/2004
 
mood: curious
music: Edith Piaf - La Vie En Rose
Today some information about my favourite animal, that looks like a penis with teeth.
-I guess that's why I like them so much.-

Now I went through loads of pornsites, so you better agree with me on this.

( Heterocephalus glaber )		  
     

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Autonin Artaud auf den Autobahn   
07:47pm 09/07/2004
 
mood: Kinder chocolate
music: Virgin Prunes - Caucasian Walk
[info]joy_division and I went to Germany and we saw:




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Elderly people   
12:14pm 03/07/2004
 
mood: unreasonable
music: Cocteau Twins - But I'm Not
A couple of weeks ago, I ranted away about toddlers and babies.
Today I would like to talk about the aged.

First of all, eldery Dutch people are always treated with respect by me.
Because:
  • They experienced the second world war.

  • They are old and cripple, and that mainly sucks.

  • I get a bit melancholy when I see an old married couple walking down the street. I guess true love does exist. *brushes away a tear*


    • But there are limits!

    You're walking through town. You're in a haste and there are a lot of people on the street.
    That is of course very normal.
    It's a Monday morning, it's raining, everybody should be at work... but since you are in a hurry, everybody suddenly decides to go outside an get in your way. Of course.

    You jump over street-musicians, you dodge collectors and those annoying Hare-Krishna guys, you see a familiar face so you pull up your collar and your sunglasses. Everything is going just well, you're really going to be there on time.
    You will...
    You must..
    You...

    AARGH!

    There is an old couple walking in front of you. They are blocking your entire path.
    It's the most unavoidable obstacle in a hasty person's way. Old people. Hrrrr.
    They seem to be glued, maybe even grown, together. Considering their pace, they might be walking that road for days.
    Now there are several things you can do to get past this people.
    You can:
  • Imagine that you are a bowlingball and they are the tenpins, so you just knock them off their wrinkled feet. But this will mean you have to touch them, and that guy looks really sticky and probably smells like dead salami. The woman wairs a coat that looks like a ferret with rabies, and it might bit you. You'd better not.

  • Run them over. But this also involves touching them, even for a short period.

  • Pat them on their shoulders and ask if you may pass. Keep in mind though, that you are taking a big risk here. They are probably deaf, and the handbag of that woman might contain, together with some fossilized hard candy and mouldy cotton handkerchiefs, a can of pepperspray. And you do look kind of creepy to someone with big glasses.

  • Turn around and try another way.

  • Do nothing and die several times from the inside.


    • You gnash your teeth, pull out some hairs... They... won't speed.. up... god... dammit... must... catch... that train.
    At this point I'm always crying and yelling from the inside. I'm a very badtempered person.
    Finally, I take my change and pat the woman on the back. They stop.
    -Of course they stop! Raah!-
    Slowly, very slowly, -Hurry up, hurry up!- they turn around and look at you like you're the personification of true evil. I see them thinking..."That girl is Satan's brood." Oh, their pupils are like saucers.
    -I must look like a tomatoe with big hair.- I put on a fake smile and try the puppy-eye thing. -Stay polite...- "I'm sorry, I'm kind of in a hurry, can I please pass?"
    They look at eachother. Then, without saying a word, the woman makes place.
    Thank you God!
    You nod out of politeness and try to walk on.
    But noooo, the woman grabs your arm. And she has a firm grip. A very firm grip. The strenght of that birdclaw is fascinating. She sure drinks her milk everyday.
    -What the fuck?-
    You look at her, very disturbed.
    She looks back at you. Did you spot a glimpse of senile decay in her eyes?
    Then she opens her mouth. A wide variety of different materials catch your eye. I didn't know you could use thát as a provisional tooth.
    And she speaks. With a voice that reminds you rusty fences and crows.
    "Now now, don't be so hasty eh?"
    -Why oh why do old people always have to touch you?-
    You're heart starts pounding faster, you're tongue feels like the sole of a shoe. What to do? How to respond?
    -Let me go, you prehistoric artifact!-
    No no, I can't say that.
    You try the fake smile again and make some weird cough noises. That usually scares them off. Urgh, rumble. I am diseased-cough.
    It works. She lets you go, leaving several pressed-in, blue fingerprints on you arm, you're sure.
    "Bye."
    Run for it.

    Oh why do old people always touch you?

    I got at the station just in time to see my train leave.

    		 
         

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    Pictures   
    12:08pm 24/06/2004
     
    mood: blah
    music: The Vulvas - Do you feel lucky today


    ( Nightsky )



    ( Daylight )
    		  
         

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    Let's see how far this will go   
    02:03pm 10/06/2004
     
    mood: cynical
    music: Abney Park - The Wake




    If there is someone on your friends list you would love to go cybergoth-killing with, post this exact same sentence in your journal.





    edit: It's working, it's actually working!    		  
         

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    A dandelion nightmare   
    05:08pm 06/06/2004
     
    mood: scared
    music: Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's dead


    Oh dear, I'm going to give birth to four kids. Raah and argh.

    I'm frightened.
    I have the feeling I'm the only woman in the world with this problem. That is, if it even is a problem.

    So many of my female friends find babies adorable. They smile and say stupid short words with a high voice when a toddler comes our way. And believe me, toddlers are EVERYWHERE.
    They say things like: "I'm so good with kids. Coochiepoo." or "Aah, how cute!", while I desperately try to hide my loathing.
    Some of them wanted to be a maternity nurse others wanted to teach. I just wanted to be a anatomist, or a vet and pull stuff out of dead animals.
    I have (actually younger) friends with babies. I visit them occassionally, grumbling that they are so boring now. And since I can't avoid the child-subject forever, I reach a point where I'm forced to ask them how their children are doing.
    "How are the kids?"
    Immediatly they drop a wrinkled, nappy-filling heavyweight on my lap and start to tittle.

    "Isn't he beautiful?"

    -I thought it was a girl.-

    "He looks just like his father."

    -He is red and swollen and looks like something that has been laying at a fish auction way too long.-

    Babies smell so good, don't you agree?

    -Woman, I think you're a nice person, but he did something very nasty, and it doesn't smell like daisies.-

    "I just bought shoes for him, I'll show you. They are SO cute!"

    She leaves me with the kid, who grabs my hair and starts pulling it out. Firmly. I'm biting my tongue in agony. It's like being in a living Anne Geddes picture. The cruel horror is indescribable. I am truly disgusted by every Anne Geddes picture there is.
    She returns and shows me a pair of very small sneakers. Like a kid that size and age will go hiking. God.
    "Aren't they the world? Those little shoes.. aah. Sigh"
    She looks so in love, that I'm scared to say no, so I will just lie my way out of it. "Yes, very cute, aaah." Already getting the hang of it.
    Finally, after some chit chat about diaper rash and Switsal shampoo, I leave.

    Mind you, I don't hate babies and toddlers. Occasionally they can put a smile on my face.
    I just don't like them most of the time.

    They can't start a good conversation, they drool. They yell. They cry at the wrong moment. They aren't trained.
    And they know it. They know I don't like kids. They know they scare me. So them come to over me and look at me with their big eyes. They force me to say 'Aah' and smile like I'm retarded or else their mother will think I'm a witch.

    For Simon le Bon's sake, I'm 21. But already I'm a grouser.    		  
         

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    Teach taught thoughts   
    03:36pm 30/05/2004
     
    mood: busy
    music: Frank the Baptist - Bleeding in my arms
    Time for some education.
    I really do care a lot about you people. Honestly.

    So.
    Dragon-flies are very interesting creatures.



    I found a dead specimen in the garden. It was a Libéllula Guadrimaculáta, also know as the Four-Spotted Skimmer, or the Viervlekkige Libel in Dutch.
    Four-Spotted Skimmers take very large prey for their size, according to Common Dragonflies of Wisconsin, they do catch and eat Meadowhawks. It's impressive considering that they're only about 1 3/4" long, perhaps 3/8" longer than a Meadowhawk.
    How fascinating eh?

    Now on to the dissection!

    ( Come to the desk y'all )    		  
         

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