Crowdfunding

As a means of pushing myself  and in the meanwhile gather a starting capital without depleting my holiday funds, I've started a crowdfunding campaign.
So far it's in Dutch only, but once I get the pictures uploaded I'll make work of a translation.  In the meanwhile ....

here's a link: Moheli Print

I lied.

Who was I kidding, I'll never be able to say goodbye to this webpage. Google may tear it from my cold dead hands.

Rant IX

It was a nervous and early friday and saturday or at least a lot more nervous and early than I've been used to the last 10 months, but let's not get into too much detail. The great garden clear-up has commenced and I belive we might be well halfway with the pruning, chopping, sawing and mowing. In between the scratch of undetermined plant species (with mean thorns), planting my unprotected footsies in a plank with rusty nail, a splinter of a rosethorn firmly in my left thumb and getting a sawed off branch on my head (twice!) I also learned that I was unsuccesfull at the one (ONE!) job interview I have (well, had) in over a year.

295 days later...

Bed Linnen

All morning I had been in doubt about what to do. After waiting an entire morning for at least one channel to show 'Snooker: China Open' only to see Robertson lose :-(, I decided it was time for me to head outdoors. As I had no business in the city centre and no immediate grocery shopping to do, I prepared for a trip to IKEA, where else?

Where I bought the long anticipated, much discussed new bedlinnen of which you see a sample in the lefthand corner. If this wouldn't have made my day, three cups of free coffee, having a chat with some Russian tourists about what streetcar line to take to the inner city and new stationary would have.

Had I not come home to the understandable yet unanticipated cold shoulder of a house mate, it would have been the perfect last day of March.

The Return of bedside treasures

The title pretty much sums it up really, but I thought I might announce my revenge now I'm at it. The guilty one may check the living room for treasure maps and prepare to hunt and explore.

My future garden (see pic)°

It was a nervous and early friday and saturday or at least a lot more nervous and early than I've been used to the last 10 months, but let's not get into too much detail. The great garden clear-up has commenced and I believe we might be well halfway with the pruning, chopping, sawing and mowing.

In between scratches of dried off branches, stepping into planks with rusty nails, and getting a rosethorn splinter in my left thumb I also heard my job interview was no succes (not the succes I imagined at any rate). Objectively: not the best start for a weekend, but to see my (MY) garden transformed from ugly plastic littered, unpenetrable jungle to patches of shade and sunshine, new delights in every corner,... I daresay there have been worse ends -of-the-day.

° just kidding

International Women's Day

Happy Women's Day! Were I a more engaged and/or political writer today might have been a time to man the barricades and cry for worldwide equal rights. Or shout for action against domestic violence, clitoridectomy, arranged/forced marriages and what not. But I am lazy and suffer none of the above. I wish merely that all my ladyfriends may be happy healthy and well.

Phoneless no more

You may have been notified on Twitter, read it on the Facebook page of a friend/ house mate, guessed it or received a text message from yours truly; if none of the above apply you know now: I have a working cell phone once more.

A long anticipated event, what I did not anticipate was how I managed to live nearly three months without, hardly ever to miss it, but the very minute connection with the network was acknowledged I started to wonder why nobody was calling me. Funny how the mind works.

2011 updates -part I

Dear Reader,

To the right of your screen (formerly known as 'the other left') you will see a change in the way I have chosen to share with you my love of books. And may I once again urge you all to join Goodreads.

Thank you!

Phone-less/ Life-less

I've done it again, relocated my mobile phone to a place where I will only find it back after I bought a new one. I'm sorry to nconvenience everybody that wanted/ wants to contact me in the next week or so but you'll have to mail/ write/ telepathise your message.

Start People

The title of the post refers to the company that was unlike so many others succesful in getting me a temporary job. For those of you curious after my soon to be (temporary) employer. The picture should be a clue.

All is (not) well

After the usual ups and weekly downs, the anticipated heartbreak and a fewnice meals. The thinking of (the wrong) him a little too frequently for my own good and resolving problems n the related heart department. Being told what and how to do once too often, being scolded (intentionally) misunderstood and not having had the chance to cook,...

Well it's a long list and despite it, I'm still reasonably stable and contented. It may not last, but this I know: neither will the bad times.

Link Update

Please check out: Guerilla Gardening on the right left of your screen.

Yes.

Yes, we have (all five of us) moved out succesfully with the help of many friends who can't be thanked enough.
Yes.
Yes you are all very welcome to come over and see for yourselves what a beautiful high maintenance house we've landed ourselves.
Yes.
Yes. I got two ovens for free, neither of which works as they should, or rather as I hoped.
Yes.
Yes, already all the great plans of making a better place for all of us, cleaner, healthier, cosier, lovelier have fallen to bits.
Yes.
And yes, I am in a bad, a very bad mood as I write this. Beware menfolk. The bitch may well be back.

Second second-hand.

Here and here you find a definition and explanations of what me and the house mates that will move out with me within a month are trying to do today. I await the arrival of 2 strong and handsome men to move out various items of furniture and electronics for which I/ we have no longer any use.

Far from all that we will not move to our new home is ready to be taken awat though, should you have even the slightest hope of finding in our attic anything of value, you are very welcome to come browse.

Project Alexandria

I haven't been much of a regular blog author in the year past (though I feel I am making amends the last few weeks), but I find it helps to have some projects running so I can complain about them not going well or share my enthousiasm when they come out as wonderful as anticipated.

One of the projects I plan on starting today is the one in the title. In short it means I will organise all my books, list them into categories file them digitally, stamp them with my name and put them in cardboard boxes waiting to be moved and re-organised in my future home.

The New House

Of all my worries one has disappeared over the weekend. I finally visited my future home, claimed a room and investigated the jungle that will be my garden very very soon. I can perfectly picture how happy my chickens are going to be. And even more how happy I will be eating fresh eggs.

Need I say I am thrilled? This will be the best possible place to live, in possibly the only more fantastic neighbourhood than the one I now populate. I propose an extravagant party november 30th. Be there or never ever dare show up again.

The Silent Treatment

Upon being rather rudely confronted with the decibels I myself produce when commenting on the news or venting an opinion I have snapped 'Good, I'll just say nothing then' at the oldest of my housemates. For myself I have added the extra clause 'for at least one full day'. So until tomorrow 10:34 am, though sounds may pass my vocal chords it shall not be known that I uttered actual words in the coming 24 hours.

Wish me luck!

Hiding under my pillow

The loathable evil-doer struck again. As none can fail to know that I am bound by honor, a challenge and some consideration for my teeth to abstain from any such beverages as might be called soda pops, the rapscallioning malefactor has dealt a hard blow indeed by stuffing my beloved berth's bedlinen with a sample can of the brew of which you see a picture on the left.

Damned be the execrable miscreant.