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Wednesday, February 27, 2002

23:05 Did I hear anybody say Waters of March?
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19:12 Nice words, freshly arrived from a friend in California:
I have recently moved all of the photographs around in my office and there is one in particular that always makes me think of you. It is a snapshot from the interior pool at W. R. Hearst's San Simeon - an elaborately tiled and decorated blue vision with lots of Greek classical statues. When I see the photo, it always strikes me that this pool is less for swimming and more a location for a tryst, or at least for romantic intrigue. Yes, one could swim across, but it seems that it was designed more for lounging, strolling and lingering than for exercise. Anyhow, all of that to say that I think of you when I see it and it makes me happy.

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Sunday, February 24, 2002

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Friday, February 22, 2002

14:31 IF you are in Amsterdam AND you want to see something really really funny THEN go to Skor's Inkijk (on a corner just next to the Rijksmuseum) where Eva and Gabriële set up their JukeBoxHouse. It works at night – from 19:00 to 7:00. I still laugh just thinking about it.
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14:23 Thanks to Stefan, Oskar and Bruno for good advice and interesting feedback these last few days when I'm blabbering a lot in search of new directions and stuff. Clear? It is, to me, now, some more. Therefore: the thanks.
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14:10 Elsewhere, in a music video



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13:50 Elsewhere, in a banner ad



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Thursday, February 21, 2002

13:02 Something I grabbed at Caterina who got it from Stewart who filched it (filched?) from an unknown source:
WHAT DO WE WANT?
Gradual change!
WHEN DO WE WANT IT?
In due course!


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Wednesday, February 20, 2002

15:19 Yesterday we all went to Charles' funeral. I realize it's been more than eight years since I last attended a person's burial and my perception of what it is and what it means has changed a lot.

The ceremony was very touching. Friends and relatives spoke about different aspects of Charles' life and a former music teacher and friend played viola pieces between the speeches. The first to speak was his brother-in-law; he had written, with the help of Carla, Gabriëlle and Julian a very straightforward overview of Charles' path (here, in the world) since his birth in New Zealand. We all were somehow part of at least fragments of the story and hearing all of it felt good, and its completeness gave extra insight to the following statements by friends and family members. David O'Coimin's very emotional words are still coming back to me.
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Sunday, February 17, 2002

12:33 Today! Conclusion, conclusion! Step 3 of the aforementioned 3-step, complicated house moving process. This means we are painting the PHK-III apartment (a.k.a. previous life).

No door is to be opened before the previous one is closed?
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12:19 Who's the man?
Thanks to FOPZ's back.to/gisteravond there's some online evidence of our gaming activities of Feb7. Cool.
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Friday, February 15, 2002

18:58 Clone in the closet



Talking to Stefan about the many different things I want to do (and how they sometimes seem mutually exclusive). We discuss the good and bad sides of having a few extra copies of ourselves (S: "what if they all get just as busy?"). The handy clone companion always makes me think of Super Dynamo, the Japanese cartoon series I used to watch in Brazil back in the seventies. I want to know more. Previous search attempts got me nowhere (big disappointment) but, still on the phone, I try once again and this time I am happy to end up on a Anime TV series page with information on the original 1967 Perman series, including the local titles used for the series in Mexico (El Hombre Par), Brazil (Super Dynamo) and Italy (Heroe Bambino). Perman never reached any English speaking country, which is probably the reason for the lack of search engine results.



Lots of affection. I liked it a lot. All I remember is a Japanese boy with a pointy mask and his very cool robot.
This superhero, humoristic anime tells the story of a group of kids; two boys, a girl and a monkey who are elected by a mysterious masked man (named Super Perman) to be the protectors of their city. The main character was a young boy, Mitsuo. He became the Perman #1 and the leader of his group. The intelligent monkey was the #2, the girl and Mitsuo's potential future girlfriend was #3, and a fat boy the #4.  All the members of the group owned a special "Perman Kit":  A helmet with ear-caps giving them a super strength, a cape giving them the power of flight, an emblem button with a "P" that they used as a communicator. They also had their own robots.  
The robots had a very interesting function: it transformed into an exact copy of the kid by pulling a button in its nose. It was very useful when our heroes had to go fighting crime.  The robots replaced them both at home and school and helped them with different things, for example their homework. Mitsuo usually hid his in the closet of his sleeping room. It was very funny to see him often take advange of the situation and let his robot do the boring stuff around home.
This classic 60's anime show had a lot of action but was also very charming and funny.   For this reason it's remembered as one of the favourite cartoons for many people from my generation. The stories were often based on dealing with the small and big problems of their daily life.
Always from a kid's point of view, it let us learn a lot about Japanese lifestyle too: the clothes (kimonos), the oriental houses, their habits such as taking off their shoes at home and eating dinner (mostly nooddles) sitting on the floor.
Which, oh-oh, may come to explain quite a few things.
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Thursday, February 14, 2002

13:11 I just got a phone call from Gabriëlle. She tells me that Charles died last night, in a very sharp state of mind, at home, surrounded by his wife and kids. Gabriëlle was very emotional and in an ultimately peaceful, loving state. Congratulations! To the four of them. For spending a whole week celebrating together one of life's most meaningful periods.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2002

12:41 Yes, I remember. It's been almost a year since Martin Kurylowicz and Stanja van Mierlo got together for the first time, under very, very strange circumstances.
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11:29 Confusion is good.

As you all know, Brechtje is three and yesterday – tadam – she saw her first movie (a Danish one). So I thought of keeping this record for her. That's mostly because I realize that the recollections of my own first cinema experience are very very blurry. A faint memory of Herbie the Beetle seems inaccurate after checking the release dates of the whole series; was it big old Dumbo then? Hm. Difficult. One thing I remember: it was in Santos (where all that coffee comes from) during a beach holiday.

Do you remember?
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Tuesday, February 12, 2002

10:39



Worth watching: the web première of Björk's new video Cocoon, directed by Eiko Ishioka (via Bob Jenkins).
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Monday, February 11, 2002

14:59 As I left home this morning I called Gabriëlle to see how she's holding. Charles, her father, has been seriouly ill for the last few months. His illness now has brought him to that point where nothing can be done – nothing but to savour every bit of what one has, with all possible intensity.

She tells me she's staying at her parents' these days, along with her brother. A touching thought, I thought, to regroup for maximum mutual support, to go back in time to the time when we all used to live together, our parents and us, the kids. A recap and reshuffle of all stages of life, ultimately extreme for Charles, and rippling its reflexion power onto his family and further on to all of us who relate to him. We are together in this, in confusion, in love, worry and compassion.
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14:30 Sort of doing much and posting little these days – the classic combination – but I wanted to pass by and say hi anyway.

Doing what?

Trying to take good care of Gabriëlle (as often as possible), continuing the home improvements in Brussels (last weekend); seriously playing videogames with friends (last Thursday) and (late at night) dreaming dreams that include old friends I haven't seen in a long while (Wanderley (from Barretos) and João Milton (from Valinhos/Campinas/São Paulo)). Oh and some two weeks ago I dreamt that an unidentified woman was going to kill me with a screwdriver. It wasn't scary.

I should be more strict about posting dreams or whatever is left of them in the morning. I really should.
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Tuesday, February 05, 2002

19:15 Now you go there to BJ's and find out how much fun he had last night at the B52's 25th anniversary concert. Go! and watch out for those uncut cocks pics posted along with a previous entry of his - it may not be your thing.
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13:14 I'm looking for someone with experience in 3d modelling - specifically the modelling of plant growth. Do you happen to know anyone?
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Monday, February 04, 2002

20:59 From a dear friend in Brazil:
minha professora de alemao , que trabalhou anos com o helio oiticica.. disse que essa mulher que vc esta fazendo o trabalho sobre ( ´´a ligia clark ?? ) 'era absolutamente abominavel.
"my german teacher, who worked for years with helio oiticica, said that this woman you're making a work about (lygia clark??) was absolutely abominable."

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13:24


c o n s u m p t i o n

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13:09 Beware of the .net
My change of hosts (mentioned two entries ago) is almost complete – it's all fine if you go to latenightpool.com but not if you go to latenightpool.net. Should be fixed soon.
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Saturday, February 02, 2002

13:43 Kiss the frog, Max
I'm in Brussels for the weekend. After a week of too many early mornings I finally got to sleep well and wake up late. Still in bed, I turn on the TV and get the last bit of the royal wedding ceremony going on back in Amsterdam. In case you live in a country far far away: today Dutch crown Prins Willem Alexander is marrying Argentinian girlfriend Maxima. She has some charisma, he has none. I'm a newly-aquired citizen of The Netherlands. It's all very interesting.



At the church, the Queen and other important guests sit on chairs that don't look very comfortable. Some tango by Piazolla is being played; it causes Maxima to weep and weep (South Americans...). A middle-aged blonde sings Ave Maria and a close-up of her hands reveals bits of text, ball-point-pen text, on her palms. There's a few (royal?) children in the audience; they are bored and they misbehave just a bit.

A few minutes later the couple is parading the streets of Amsterdam in a golden carriage. A small rondje through the city center, starting and ending at the Dam square. The six horses pulling the carriage are a mess, obviously unable to trot as they were expected to (part-time cavalry?). At the parade some people are happy and some are obviously not. There are banners: TANGO ES DEL PUEBLO ("Tango belongs to the people"). LOVE RULES ("El amor gobierna"). KUS DE KIKKER, MAX ("Kiss the frog, Max"). Some white paint hits the glass of the carriage but not Maxima. The nearest guard wipes it all clean in a second. The couple goes on smiling and waving. It's an unusually warm and sunny day. The reponsible for the paint is found and arrested.



C&A store signs this week

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