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Pinacoteca di Brera (Taken with Instagram at Milano)
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Chinatown (Taken with Instagram at Den Haag)
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Laundry (Taken with Instagram at Lisbon)
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Failed
I like confident men. Love men who dance well. I appreciate fluency in more than one language. If a man has a good body I won’t refuse watching him. So there he was. Dancing with me, moving his body like a god, chatting in Dutch with well shaped English in-between and brief inserts of Papiamento. He was singing along with the song in Spanish. Singing made him even more attractive. You have to know that my singing is very similar to Vogon poetry, so I’m easily impressed. Still, not every man is confident and charming enough to do that. Anyway, he was too difficult to resist, so I played along, chatted and smiled. Weeks went by. “Move your hips. If I can do that as a man, then you can do it too.” “You’re a black man and I’m a white woman. Mind the difference.” “Cut the crap, will you?!” Nice to know he has trust in me, but there’s no way I can equal him in moving my body. I won’t even try. “You look good. You’ve lost some weight.” “No, I actually gained some.” “Don’t try to fool me. It’s your ass, not your hair. I notice important things!” I just took that as a compliment. “Do you dance to R&B too?” “Dance to what? I’m white, remember?” “We should do that some time. I’m sure you’ll like it.” I’m rather afraid me trying to move among all the dark bodies will be rather embarrassing, but maybe it’s worth a try… “You know, I like everything about you. It’s just one thing that bothers me.” All of a sudden I felt like I was failing the test to become his wife. I was not aware I applied, though. “What is it?” “You seem very spoiled. All you do is shopping.” LOL, I did spend two Saturdays in a row shopping. Can’t blame him for this conclusion. “So what makes you talk to me in the first place?” “You’re a nice guy and it seems you’ve got something to say. That’s a rare feature.” What was I supposed to say? “Yeah, I’ve got something to say. The questions is… can you process all I have to say?” This made my evening!!! I definitely failed the test, though.
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IFFR part one
It’s that time of the year again. IFFR. Lantaren/Venster, Luxor, Pathe. It’s the air of creativity and belonging. It’s fully booked restaurants, busy cafes and overcrowded bars. It’s snacks in your bag. Lights out. Hope to see something wonderful. Discussions. Questions to the makers.
Unfortunately not much luck for me yesterday. Lantaren/Venster has moved out of the centre and we were rather unprepared in our planning. We missed 2,5 of the 5 shorts in Oh Stranger. These are diploma films from the young film makers and even though they did pass a long list of gatekeepers – no treasures there.
Small Town Murder Songs looked promising, but something went terribly wrong with the sound. No film without the sound. We got our money back, but I’d rather watch the film.
‘The Swordsman in Double Flag Town’ is a treasure once you get used to the voices – the film is dubbed into English (from Chinese). And for the photography fans among us – excellent!
I think we all have expected a little more from Las Marimbas Del Infierno, although it does have a lot nearly hilarious dialogues. A bit too many things unexplained and an end that’s a little too open. I’ve given it a ‘3’ which isn’t bad at all.
I’m looking forward to Friday!
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Nothing to do with anything, just a nice song: Martha Wainwright - You Cheated Me
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Outsourcing
Today I talked to a friend who thinks The 4-Hour Workweek is a very neat idea. I haven’t read the book yet so can't tell you more about it. But as far as I understand, the idea is that you only do work that brings in the most money and you outsource all of your minor tasks. I was wondering which of my tasks I could outsource and realized it’s time I get a cleaning lady again. Cleaning is certainly something that takes up a lot of my time and more importantly it ruins the peace of my mind. My apartment is not very big and I am not cleaning very often or too thoroughly. It’s just that I procrastinate so much beforehand and in-between it makes me tired. Hey! That´s what I need: outsource procrastination! I’d gladly pay someone up to €10 per hour to take that task away from me. Anyone?
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I’m running late. Sometimes a wave of panic covers my body with cold sweat. I am running out of time. It took me too much time to learn surviving without too much effort. I took too long to realise there’s no reason to follow a conventional path. It lasted ages before I discovered my strengths, weaknesses, desires, needs, myself really. It’s too late for me to develop my acting skills on professional level. It’s late to become a dancer for competitions. I’m late with being a young successful whatever. Now it’s more and more catching up, hoping I’m not a well established loser. It’s too late to choose a profession. I’m running late for earning enough money for my dream house or a good retirement allowance. It’s getting late for getting children – this thought is the most scary of them all. I’m running late and I feel the pressure so bad at times, I can hardly move. I try to wave away the time and the thoughts of it and do some chaotic attempts to move in the right direction. If I only knew what the right direction was...
Write one leaf about running late.
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One hell of an iDroste miracle! (Taken with instagram)
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Sinterklaas eggs
My friend: Why do you have chocolate Easter eggs in January? Me: These are not for Easter, they are for Sinterklaas! My friend: Chocolate Sinterklaas eggs?! Yeah…
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St.Vladimir monument (Taken with Instagram at Kiev)
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IFFR
One of the writing prompts for today: write a leaf about having options. If I am to write about the International Film Festival Rotterdam the story would be about having no options whatsoever. Online tickets sales started Friday at 20:00. All good films were completely sold out by Saturday 01:00 when I finally had the time to order. I’ll attend two festival days this year. I wonder how (un)lucky I am.
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