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Monday, July 31, 2000 21:50 How can I explain how I feel? As it always happens when I have the chance to spend some days by the sea, my mind has returned to its upright position (just when I thought it wouldn't ever again). And while Mykonos unfolds itself I enjoy the pleasures of traveling alone: in my case that means I have met good people and that they take very good care of me. And for that I am thankful. Since the last posting I have moved accomodation twice (nothing to complain about). I have shared a house for two days with a Finnish traveller, have rented a scooter from a very big greek person, have started to explore some more of the island and its beaches and have been there for every sunset (like every Mykonos day the sunsets last forever; you can't miss it even if you try). A new Irish friend makes me think of when I was four, five years old. There's adventure, curiosity and wonder. And a natural sense of trust. It was also at the age of four that I started to read my first words. And here I am again, spending time observing and decyphering the sayings of traffic signs, yoghurt packages and half of the keyboard with which I type. link | |
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Thursday, July 27, 2000 23:05 Quick stop at an internet cafe in Mykonos. I arrived around noon under almost 40 degrees. ![]() welcome to Mykonos I just erased by mistake a long post telling how, so far, the island seems to be much nicer than I had imagined. Then it went on describing the first impressions, the mix of idyllic music coming from different sources as I entered the maze of little hilly winding streets. How this music becomes more like cheap techno or disco as the night goes on. How the nicest thing is the mix of people and of purposes. That there are quiet corners not far at all from very busy corners. And how after going up and down and around and around I bumped on a breathtaking sunset at the seaside (really), and how all the absolute white buildings and houses suddenly got less and less white and how orange beams beamed from the little waterfront streets. Then the city started turning on its lights, again very bright shades of white, but these were placed surprisingly low, so that the first floor of the houses remained darker, above this bright maze. And since it was now post-sunset the smells were all very subtle and sweet. All the showers and sun creams, barely noticeable but noticeable, mixed with the sea breeze. And since I had figured out the basics I sat down in a little restaurant, had some light food and read a bit and went back to the place where I am staying tonight. It is 10 minutes walk away from the city core (uphill) and it has a pool. It was just early evening as I swam, but I'll be back for a swim later on. link | |
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Wednesday, July 26, 2000 21:27 walking/talking/packing/writing Back early this morning from three days in Berlin - with excellent weather! It was a last-minute decision and I had a very good time. Now packing for a very early departure tomorrow morning. In between: a nice long walk with Paul. Catching up with many subjects, getting started with quite a few new ones. If it's not too late when I'm done with packing I'll post some more. Otherwise see you next week. link | |
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Saturday, July 22, 2000 01:49 A lot of friends concerned about how I am doing these days. They seem to see what I don't. I recall now that before my driving trip to Portugal (1998) the situation was similar. And the same before a hitchiking vacation I took alone through some beaches in Brazil (around 1991). It seems I always decide to take a rest a little too late. link | |
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00:54 It's where you find it I am going to Greece next week! When I finally managed to book the flight I was happy/relieved, even though I'll be there for one week only, instead of two as I had planned. Now, a few hours later, I am amazed, excited and grateful to have the chance to actually set my feet there. That's because Greece was a favourite since my childhood (followed by Egypt). Next to unforgettable history classes I got to learn some of the Greek mythology at home, thanks to Monteiro Lobato, a Brazilian author who wrote many children's books, among which a two-tome version of the Twelve Labours of Hercules. He also 'embedded' several other Greek fables and myths into his novels (skillfully mixed with Brazilian folklore). My parents had all of his children's books (17 if I remember well) and as a child I devoured every one of them, some more than once. From those days I remember the rowboat to Hades (Hell), Hephaistos (Vulcan) the blacksmith breaking open Zeus head and this way giving birth to Palas-Athena (Minerva), Prometheus' liver being ethernally eaten by the eagles, Penelope knitting and unknitting. Daedalus and Icarus and the Minotaur. The Gargoyles. The Harpias. By the way I know that now Greece is way less Olympic and far more Benidormic. But still. The first ones I think of those Lobato books and how they simply were there. From the beginning. You are born into a house and all that's in there at that time will constitute your first and fundamental objects. We all remember, I guess: that furniture. That rug. Those earrings that mom wore. That little table. That house on that address with that telephone number (the first one you had to learn). link | |
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Friday, July 21, 2000 01:30 I was in a bar talking to my friend Sebastian (now reachable) and explaining how does Blogger work. The place where were having a beer was De Duijvel, just one block away from easyEverything when the Blogger topic came up so we decided to come and try out the mega-internet café (after all it's vacation time) where we could look at it in detail. ![]() The place feels like a mutated library and the crowd is pretty diverse, to say the least, with a majority of kids. I wonder how does it look like at, say, 4.30 in the morning (it's a 24h shop). One brief look and I can see that a full row of users is connected to the same site, chatting. For NLG 2.50 you get to browse for 5 hours (you can interrupt and continue some other day). Once in a while an orange window pops up at the screen recommending users to keep an eye on their belongings. link | |
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Wednesday, July 19, 2000 01:17 Assorted, unrelated issues: Sebastian seems to be unreachable again. I am out of nice (to quote a sitcom character). There's a queue of unread or unfinished books around my side of the bed. Wisely and patiently waiting for attention and care. It's delicious. I dream of a soft bomb to disintegrate at once all sorts of loose ends. Of a plastic surgery to remove mood swings. I seem to have accidentally deleted my Harem folder (where I keep all my program aliases). Richard is in New York. I am tired of garlic. Good night. link | |
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Tuesday, July 18, 2000 23:54 Home at last. What a day. link | |
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08:47 Today's mission is to book my vacations, at last. I will be leaving the day after tomorrow. I decided to give Greece a try but to be realistic I am keeping three or four other destinations in mind. Booking a flight will be a tough one: the weather in Holland is horrible, so 1. everyone wants to get out of here and 2. the ones who are staying are on the edge. I noticed that on my first contact with travel agents yesterday. It wasn't funny. I still have the KLM click-and-go as an option. link | |
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01:34 Less quiet: listening to Coil and Bran Van 3000. Friday Valéria's flying back to Brasil. We did a lot, discussed a lot, fought a little and had a very good time. All very intense, the way things always take place in my family. I felt pretty empty on my way back from the airport. Saturday The morning after her departure I took a train to Den Helder and a boat to Texel where I joined fourteen other colleagues from the Sandberg Instituut on a (now almost traditional) sailing weekend. Being pretty exhausted, after an uitgebreide dinner and lots of talking I dived into my bunk and slept long and deep.They went on drinking and talking and I slept. They left to a local pub, they came back and I slept. Sunday Next morning at 7.30 I was wide awake to see the last of the Sandbergers going to bed (Persijn and Michel). We were docked at the Harbour of Den Oever. Feeling not so sociable (and not in the mood to wait for people to ressurect) I decided to leave them a note and to step out of the boat and find alone my way back to Amsterdam. Around 9.00, after a search to the only ATM in this sleepy fishing village, I saw the pepsi flag (?!?) of the Sandberg boat leaving the harbour, just a few minutes before my bus arrived. The bus took me back to Den Helder after stopping in several tiny villages. It was very nice. Lots of old people and children, some even saying a general dag as they stepped out at their destination (with the remaining passengers politely replying with a discreet collective dag). I arrived back in Amsterdam Centraal Station just before noon. Never before I had seen Amsterdam as big city. Lots of people (from the countryside) waiting for Bijenkorf to open its doors. Outside the station I found someone had slashed the front tyre of my bike. link | |
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Monday, July 17, 2000 21:47 What a quiet pool this is. link | |
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Sunday, July 09, 2000 11:31 Gray rainy days in Amsterdam. Summer doesn't seem to take place this year. The visit of my sister Valéria reminds me of character features we share and of how free of roots my life in the Netherlands is. I also see clearly that I have developed subtle (and mutating) family ties with my friends in Europe. A long gym session provided me the with the first ideas for a new assignment (video for the Amsterdam Art Prize awards ceremony). Breakfast is long and highly enjoyable these days. link | |
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Tuesday, July 04, 2000 21:32 Blog this: a guy who believes all his thoughts are being put online against his will (and add to that an almighty 404). A true Internet Psychosis story. link | |
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18:11 I went this morning to Arnhem to discuss a teaching position at the art academy. The meeting was very nice. From September I will be teaching at the audio-visual department for the third year students. It's a very cool thing. ![]() Arnhem And the surprise was: Arnhem has vertical action! From the station to the academy I actually had to go downhill! There was also a staircase connecting two different streets, something quite familiar since my early childhood (you see this kind of public staircase all over Sumaré, the neighbouhood of Sao Paulo where I lived my first years). x14 A similar but more radical solution is being used in Hong Kong since 1993, when escalators took the unusual function of public transport. They bring people up and down between Mid-Levels and the Central District. Fourteen one-way escalators in a row. They go down in the morning and up in the afternoon(appartment buildings are uphill, offices are downhill). Next to the escalators there are regular stairs for the ones with unusual working hours. There's a little interruption or plateau between each escalator (at every street intersection) so you can always step in or out, independent from the level you live in. The use of the escalators is free. link | |
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17:36 Pre-nerdzus todo list effort : going pretty well so far. One of the todo items is: plan+schedule vacations. Duration: 1-2 weeks. Destination: not clear yet. What I really want is to go to Brazil, but 2 weeks may be too short for that. What I will settle for is a place where I can be a lot in the water, not freeze and not have hundreds of tourists around me. And to be able to read for hours (while not in the water). Any suggestions? link | |
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17:28 Crash. Crash. Crash. Crash. Crash. This is no life. I am moving back to system 8.6. link | |
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Monday, July 03, 2000 09:19 Nerdzus: activate Not much time for writing into the pool this week - it starts with a bigbig todo list and I want to get it all done quick and efficiently because on Thursday my sister Valéria arrives in Amsterdam. We plan to spend eight days working together and sharing techniques. Plus she has to eat Bitterballen. link | |
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Saturday, July 01, 2000 12:31 The issue of sharpening or blunting one's senses (yesterday's post) got me thinking of Lygia Clark, an artist that in the 50's-60's explored interactivity and sensorial perception in very interesting ways (none with a computer). She is also one of the few Brazilian artists whose work has had international repercussion. After her initial production of abstract paintings and sculptures Lygia moved to producing what she called relational objects that she applied to the body of her subjects to stimulate the senses. These were made out of shells, plastic bags, stones and cloth. Several items were designed to be worn over the head or the whole body. It was only in 1998 that I got to actually see and try some of her work: first at the Documenta X (in a do-not-touch display, contradicting the nature of the work) and later in an amazing 'touch-as-much-as-you-want' exhibition in Brussels. I remember now that there was a girl shooting some video at the Brussels exhibition and that I wrote down her number... I should dig that one up. link | |
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