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Friday, August 29, 2003

23:12 It's Joe's last day at NBC. A farewell lunch was organized and after that he spends some time cleaning his desk and dealing with all sorts of bureaucratic details. I pick him up at the end of the afternoon after he's had his 'exit-meeting' and turned in his pass. To be able to move around the building we both get visitor's credential's at the reception downstairs at Rockefeller Center. The girl behind the terminal at the visitor center is Hispanic and very sweet; she says that two other people had also retired that day and that she found that scary (she's in her early twenties).

A while later we meet several of Joe's friends and colleagues downstairs for a farewell drink at Citarella, which seems to be a regular after-work meeting place (at least for some of them). We drink cocktails. It's an intimate gathering and the group keeps changing with some people staying longer and others passing by to give Joe a kiss and have a quick drink before returning to work or going home. Retirement brings up totally different reactions in each of them: some are enthusiastic and offer heartfelt congratulations, some are visibly scared or shaken and only a few actually consider the potential pleasures of not having to go to work every day. The reactions seem to be random and age-independent. They like Joe a lot and there is a degree of empathy but you can tell everyone is inevitably projecting their own concerns about work, aging and the future into the situation. It's a very delicate moment to witness and to be part of. I am glad I'm here for it.
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Thursday, August 28, 2003

19:45 in New York
I arrived in New York on a flight that lasted forever, with a cold and a very stiff back and neck. I then spent two hours in the shuttle from Newark to Riverside Drive. All the while that disturbing slogan of Kilroy Travel in Amsterdam popping up in my mind:
It's not the world that's getting smaller
It's your ass that's getting bigger
I was sitting in the front seat of the shuttle and kept having confusing and strangely familiar impressions of Manhattan while we dropped all the other passengers here and there: the older lesbians at the little hotel on 50th street; the young couple at the Waldorf-Astoria; the girl from Alabama at the Spanish Harlem (who flew all the way to watch the stars walking the red carpet to the entrance of the MTV awards) and the English camp leader at the Central Park youth hostel. I was the last one.
It's nice to be back! Joe's apartment changed a lot, floors and walls all redone, much more room and light. He also has a cold, worse than mine, and we sleep long and deep.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2003

15:43 In the bath
a rough list:
  • Attendance: age, socioeconomic status, gender, sexual orientation
  • Staff (role of): receptionists, bath attendants, lifeguards, masseurs/masseuses, cleaners, maintenance staff
  • Contact: none, social, physical, verbal, visual (eye contact), sexual; visitor-staff, visitor-visitor, staff-staff
  • Undressing/dressing: lockers, showers, clothes hangers, towel racks, hooks, pegs
  • Dress code: towels, robes, bathing suits, loincloths, slippers, key rings; degrees of nudity per area of the building; rigidity versus flexibility of dress code
  • Sexual tension: none, subtle, repressed, acknowledged, ignored, exploited
  • Building in/out (transition moments): windows, doors, curtains, patios, gardens, roof, reception, entrance, façade, back/service entrance
  • Bath in/out (transition moments): borders, ladders, water depth, water level, hand rails, underwater steps
  • Time (awareness of): clocks, timers, presence of daylight, opening and closing hours, time-based activities
  • Light: natural, artificial, direct, indirect, light fixtures, underwater illumination, brightness/darkness of different areas
  • Thermal stimulation: temperature of water, air, floor, walls; temperature range of baths, temperature stability versus seasonal changes
  • Olfactory stimulation: chlorine, herbs, incense, cleaning products, bodily odours, cosmetics
  • Tactile stimulation: materials used on walls, floor, basins, handrails; towels, rugs, cushions, chairs, mattresses
  • Aural stimulation: music, conversation, silence; protocol regarding conversation (clear/unclear, flexible/rigid); sounds caused by water, steam, bodies, machinery; acoustics (reverberation, echo)

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Tuesday, August 26, 2003

02:51 Hyper



Bouncing around, multitasking under the influence of much coffee and sweets and probably being mildly unbearable. All this while I'm very busy finishing things before I leave to New York (next Thursday). Something's in the air anyway: the past week brought several news of the unblocking of what was blocked, of the releasing what was stuck. The mars thing perhaps?

Bed time now.
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Tuesday, August 12, 2003

10:38 Resolution
Today I am going to try the so-called CONCENTRATION. I've been told it works wonders.
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Saturday, August 09, 2003

18:55 Babberich
In the middle of the heat wave that has been cooking Europe away, and while we all get more tired, sloppy and confused by the day, Aldje and Radboud had their wedding party: yesterday, in Babberich, precisely at the Netherlands-Germany border. Babberich is where Aldje's parents have their country home and a breathtaking, extremely well-groomed garden with winding paths and exquisite flowers and herbs. Stefan, Renée and I rented a car together and arrived there at 16.00 under extreme heat. The couple looked excited and mediterranean. We all did. First the bride, groom and guests and their babies melted and panted and ate and drank and chatted at long tables under a big tree. The food was great and hinted to Turkey and the middle east (yes, Gabriële was the über-kok). Yummy lamb and sausages and dilled fish being barbecued by barbecue-skilled guests. Couscous and dolmas. Mint sauce. Lots of salad and bread.

Then, as the huge yellow moon popped up in the sky and the sun went slowly down (one before the other), the temperature became a little friendlier and strings of lights went on in the round stone court, set up as a dancefloor down at the far end of the garden. We all danced for hours under the moonlight. The dancefloor was next to the spice garden and the spice garden was in Germany. You could smell sage as you walked. Someone said: this cannot be possible in Holland.

Male guests took turns pouring draft beer at the bar. The girls were allowed to use the toilet in the house, the boys were kindly pointed to a garden corner where a hole had been dug. It was pretty dark out there. Next to the hole a tiny mountain of dirt had a shovel stuck into it; we would piss in the hole and the moodlight would shine on the shovel. It was eerie, ultra-natural, unforgettable. Some boys were shy, I think. The music was excellent, by the way, and I was in bed at three.
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17:37 Grateful me
Friends think of me when they come across all sorts of pool items... I really appreaciate that, yes! Mr. Perry, about to depart to Brasil, sends me this beautiful photograph by Edward Weston.


Edward Weston, Nude Floating, 1939.

Paul also tells me about his total immersion swimming investigations and of a fist glove, designed for better swimming and resembling the sensorial gloves of Lygia Clark (see lnp entry of July 1st, 2000).
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Friday, August 08, 2003

11:56 A message from Rome
Paul Gwynne, a historian I had the pleasure of meeting in Rome a few weeks ago, sends me this text by Seneca with observations of the Roman Baths:
Here, from every direction, I hear sounds of every kind: I live right above the public bath. Now imagine all sorts of sounds that can make us hate our ears: when the strongest men exercise and shake their hands while holding large red balls, or exert themselves or pretend to, I hear their sighs, when they exhale, and their hisses and unpleasant respiration. When some lazy person is happily being oiled in the most common way, I hear the sound of the hand that hits his shoulders, different when the hand is open or closed. Now, if a ball player comes and starts counting points, it's the end. Now add a troublemaker, and a thief caught in the act, and to that a person who enjoys hearing himself in the pool. Add those who jump in the pools, splashing. Besides these, whose voices are, at least, all the same tone, think about the depilator that speaks with a hollow and acute voice so that it can easily be heard and he is quiet only when he rips the hair from under the arms, forcing another to scream instead of himself. Think about the different screams of people who sell drinks, and those who sell sausages and pastries, and all the tavern owners who recommend their own products with a particular tone of voice.

Seneca to Lucilius from Baiae (Epistles, 56, 1-2).

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Monday, August 04, 2003

22:00 Doorbraak
Last night, for the first time, I became aware of the fact that one of my dreams inlcuded a sentence in Dutch:
Dit kun je niet zomaar weggooien, hoor.
Which means 'You can't just throw this away, you know?' and it was said by an impatient voice. I was thrilled, as I woke up, by the Dutch being there, in the dream. Apart from that the whole dream had a very cinematographic, mystery-like mood, like a spy story and the mood was nice and positive. The sentence was said to me after I threw out either my wallet or my passport in a trash can. The can was full so I had to shove it in (close up of documents surrounded by other garbage). Bloody symbolic, I know, and contradictory too.
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Sunday, August 03, 2003

16:52 Regards sur la Cerdagne (Pyrénées Orientales)
Village de DORRES (Altitude 1450m.)
Vue panoramique depuis les bains d'eau chaude.


Teike's postcard from Dorres, France.

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05:24 Canal Parade
The Canal Parade that comes along with the Amsterdam gay pride was this year really, really nice. The boats were better than ever and had an great mix of the serious issues (those we need to be reminded of again and again) and plain summer partying – in the water! with excellent weather! wow!



I shot lots more pictures and video, maybe I get around to posting some of it soon.
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