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Sunday, July 29, 2001 15:03 From CNN international: On thursday alone 50.000 job cuts were announced worldwide. Hm. link | |
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00:09 welcome home: tonight will be my first night in the new apartment. between yesterday and today I managed to finish painting the walls and - good timing! - I got my futon bed delivered this afternoon. all the basics are there. very happy. next: cable connection - phone connection - etc etc etc link | |
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Friday, July 27, 2001 15:40 Just restarted my Mac again, for the 20th time or something like that. Bah. It's been almost 4 hours of efforts. As if I didn't have enough to do already. link | |
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Wednesday, July 25, 2001 22:18 Oh so related  This is the new (Nike) window at the Dutch department store Bijenkorf. I noticed it this afternoon around 17:30 (that's 5:30 PM). I was biking too close to the image, so I first saw the letters and only then put together the whole sentence. Even then, it took me an extra second or two until I realized that I had used twice that same sentence earlier today (see previous entry). Now now now. Had I passed by the window before without acknowledging it and that's what influenced my text this morning? Is this one of those uncanny experiences all of us have every once in a while? Should I go and ask when was the window assembled? Does everything need an explanation? link | |
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11:03 She got herself a universe Leaving home this morning I checked what the mailbox downstairs in the building, picked up some of the letters and rode my bike to the studio. On my way I got a cup of coffee at the corner place, and as I was locking the bike the landlord came by and we engaged in a pleasant conversation about the neighbourhood, how it was and how it is, the renovation of the façade, the old 'historical' hooker who's our neighbour and who is still working even though she's 78 years old (go Stien! go!) and what kind of clients choose for her services and how many internet companies went down lately and had I found a place to live after all? While we talked I saw the postman, big red bag on his shoulder, dropping the post into the studio mailbox. I come in, open the windows, sit on my desk, sip the coffee, see that Eudora, my e-mail program, is still open since I last used it yesterday evening. I check my mail. Eighteen messages. Two are from Richard and have news clippings on the death of writer Eudora Welty at the age of 92: *** Friends, authors mourn Welty's passing(and it is made of travelling notes) Do you ever think of that - of those hours subsequent your own death when, as you undergo whatever transformations you think dead people undergo (physical or otherwise), the messages are travelling and intercepting the people that knew you, that knew of you. These notes will be generated, will travel a bit or a lot (there's a range) and then be inserted into the daily routine of all these people, maybe causing a thoughtful moment or a shiver, a phone call, some lines of text. Then they will fade out (there's a duration).  Now this Eudora girl once wrote a quite entertaining story called 'Why I live at the P.O." (you can read it here). The memory of this story lived in the mind of Steve Dorner, who in 1988 wrote an e-mail software with the motto 'bringing the P.O. to where you live'. The software was named after Ms. Welty and this is why she does live at the P.O.: in my two Macs, my PC and in my Palm, and in 20 million other machines since its introduction in 1990 (the range, the duration).  (go Eudora! go!) All is also related -It's November 2050 when many of the characters in Greg Egan's Permutation City are Copies that live within a software simulation, their non-physical existence computed down to the molecular level ("...I received a report last week predicting full human rights – in Europe at least – by the early sixties...). -The Eudora website pays today a homage to the death of Ms. Welty. -From a telephone conversation early this morning with PP (before coffee or mail) I learn that Maya, a 3D software package, was named after the Sanskrit word Maya, translated by some as Illusion – the all-encompassing illusion that hides from our eyes the reality of existence. link | |
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Monday, July 23, 2001 15:17 I am having a lot of reading pleasure with Greg Egan's Permutation City (yet another good sugegstion of PP). Here's two bits:
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11:15 Casanova Spent most of the weekend working on the new apartment: preparing the walls to be painted, making decisions, measuring everything and having good talks, good pasta and good wine with Stefan (the first official visitor). There's still some wood work to be done after the painting, and lots of stuff to be moved around. If all goes well I sould be fully installed by mid August. Okay, late August. link | |
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Sunday, July 22, 2001 09:00 R and I were in a hotel, a big tall buidling somewhere. The construction was visibly unstable and we were on a quite high floor, busy packing/unpacking. Suddenly (but expectedly) the view outside the windows start shifting in a weird direction - up - and we realize the building is collapsing. It will hit the ground in a few seconds, I think we better get prepared to jump up, hopefully at the exact time our floor hits the ground so we won't feel the impact on our spines. I also think of other breakable items - my camera! I go try to hold it, feeling at the same time my efforts might be useless, the impact may be too messy and complex to be avoided anyway. Later on there's some more unclear moments, people moving through a wrecked area, discussions on how to procceed, maybe some language problems, and a second collapse of the same building (not a replay - the whole thing happening again, from the beginning, we both remembering the previous time). Now I think: it's good we were there together. link | |
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Monday, July 16, 2001 20:37 Review this trip: Here's eight out of ninety-eight. Bear with me.         link | |
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18:31 Hi. I am back again in Amsterdam. I spite of all my nagging the other day, the Positano/Napoli trip was quite something, yes. And yes, I many times said take me away from all this mess but I finally started seeing through it. It's a bit like the song Caetano Veloso once wrote about arriving in São Paulo from his paradisiac Bahia. It loosely translates like this: When I was confronted with you and did not see my face How spoiled, how spoiled to expect fast satisfaction upon arrival, to expect immediate undestanding and gemak. Bah! Spoiled? There's nothing like flying Swissair / Crossair. What other airline would serve meals like this, on a propeller little plane and at the cheapest rate: oven-hot olive bread, slices of roasted aubergine and yellow pepper, raw ham, camembert, Hägen-Dazs ice cream? I'm serious, they do. With a smile. And they're cute too. And their business is not going well (book, book now). link | |
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Tuesday, July 10, 2001 15:45 From Positano, Italy This is the Amalfi coast - one of the most beautiful natural areas I have ever had the chance to see. On my way from the airport I got lost and ended up driving through the whole of the Costiera Amalfitana, a winding road which has only one lane in each direction, hundreds of meters of rocky cliffs steeping both up and down (the mountains are very very high). Oh and lots of crazy vespas and large buses to spice things even more. By the time I finally reached Positano I had already shot some dizzying video of the road and was all excited about the week I was going to spend exploring the area. What I didn't know was that the road is pretty much all that's exciting around here - if you don't count writing postcards and sleeping. That is mostly so because of the dumb, mediocre sort of tourism that has developed thoughout the region. Most businesses feel totally unsincere, and there's a heavy scent of rip-off in the air both day and night. It's an offense to the beautiful surroundings, and it attracts the most genuinely boring sort of people. If you know me you know that when I think everyone is hoppelesly boring it means that the situation is really bad. So here's what I will do: I'll stick to swimming, chatting with Fred and reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein on my Visor, something I had been planning to do since May 24. Well, noy only that: tomorrow we are planning to give Pompeii a go. Let's see what happens. link | |
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Monday, July 02, 2001 23:03 Naked? It seems that there's some controversy regarding Vincent Bethel, the person behing the Get Naked in Public sticker (see yesterday's entry). link | |
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22:44 Another mega-multitasking day. Tired. The Airplant task of the week is assembling the exhibition Het Nieuwe Landhuis at the Almere city hall. The exhibition is the result of the architecture contest with the same name, for which we have already designed the website and will soon design a catalog. Working with Gabrielle and Fred just gets nicer and nicer and our plan for the exhibition looks really good, but the amount of things to be arranged and produced in the coming days is enormous. Biggest goal: avoid overworking and getting sick afterwards, which would spoil my already pretty short Italian vacation (see third previous entry). What a life. Still on the Airplant front: we are being featured in the upcoming issue of Items, the Dutch design magazine. That's a cool thing. The not so cool thing: we're too busy to find time to work on our own web site. Boo! Boo! link | |
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22:22 Not to be forgotten: the 9nerds BBQ that happened yesterday afternoon at Mesout's restaurant. Hilight: his long and enjoyable description of how marriage proposals are made in Turkey. VERY exciting, I must say. Most nerds were present, and so was an unusual amount os spouses (including the almost mythical Mike Tyler). I'm an official associate Nerd and as so I have some sort of title. I am also an associate Captain. I like. link | |
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Sunday, July 01, 2001 15:52 Next week, Sunday: going to Napoli for six days to swim and to check out ancient Roman baths. link | |
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15:39 Last week, Wednesday: Paul and I finished our first work together (see entry of May 26), soon to be seen on the streets of Amsterdam embedded into five busstops — right down on the fucking street! link | |
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15:38 Last week, Thursday: between one beer and the next, someone said to me: 'Be my guide'. link | |
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15:37 Two weeks ago (June 19-25): trip to London. To rest a bit, catch up with some good art and architecture, meet old friends Teo - Amilton - Lamartine, have some talks with Paul Adair.  At first all these meetings felt pretty confrontational, lots of differents sides to be considered at every subject, lots of multiple points of view for everything. Sort of exhausting. I've been away from my home country for very long now, and seeing friends defines almost exactly this distance. The interesting thing being that on the same June 19, seven years ago, I was Ianding in London, and that was also the day I first met R. A good nice round chunk of time, seven years. And my sixth such chunk has just begun. link | |
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15:25 Oh I really shouldn't have such long posting intervals. There's so many things happening that are worth talking about. link | |
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15:08 Right now in London (maybe in other places too) there's naked people in public. Don't you wish you would be too?  one of the many stickers seen last week at the escalator of the Tottenham Court Road tube station Hmm, I linked the image above to the url mentioned 0n the sticked just to find out Yahoo has banned/blocked/cancelled the site. It's a pity (and a typical Yahoo attidude - yuk). I'd checked the site a few days ago and, conspiracy theories aside, found it quite interesting. These people want you to be naked and they want you to not think of nudity as a sexual/genital thing. Wouldn't hurt to try. link | |
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