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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|08:40 pm] |
Nog even hier over, zou iedereen die een shirt wil, hier op willen geven of ze hem op zand of op wit willen, en welke maat (XS tot L in zand, XS tot XL in wit, voor mannen kan tot xxl)? Dan hou ik daar rekening mee met drukken.
Ze worden 15 euro! :) THANKS! |
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| Working on the presentation |
[Sep. 3rd, 2008|10:03 am] |
excuse me, Mr. Powerpoint, I would like to go outside and enjoy my red grapefruit while appreciating the view...
A view without the boi though - he is at the VW dealer with the car for a check-up, making sure we are all ready to hit the road on Monday. This summer in the Bay Area has just flown by...
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| Labor Day. |
[Sep. 1st, 2008|09:46 am] |
So here I am, actually doing labor at Labor Day. Arriving in the lab at 9am on a (Monday!) holiday is not exactly fun, but it stimulates me to perform. Upcoming Thursday I have my final presentation on my activities and results, my (minor) accomplishments in the lab. I say minor as it's difficult to really get a lot done in just a four month rotation.
At some point I will indulge you with a thorough explanation of the neuroscientific work I have preformed this last summer, but for now you will just have to enjoy a few visuals...
 
 
This past weekend we have sold both of our bikes, packed our stuff and moved out of San Francisco, back to Dutton's grandmother in San Rafael. The weather in SF has been great, though San Rafael always seems to top it. Always just a little warmer, with less (amazing) fresh sea breeze. It is essential to get some sun now, in order not to burn immediately upon arrival in LA, Las Vegas, or anywhere else we will travel upcoming weeks where the sun is blazing... haha there are worse things to worry about than getting enough sun...
All for now, back to the presentation. On the next episode: how I have lost the feeling of being 'home', and why it doesn't matter. Perhaps I will ask ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sandswept to note this down for me since he's far more skillful in linguistic expression.
Last few days in California: here I come, filled with heartbreak to leave you behind. |
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| Thaisa Frank. |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|05:48 pm] |
One night my husband said: You must learn to be like on of the new thieves - they never steal, they add. They enter rooms without force and leave hairpins, envelopes, roses. Later they leave larger things like pianos; no one ever notices. You must learn to be like that woman in the bar who dropped her glove so softly i put it on. You must learn to be like that man who offered his wife so gently I thought we'd been married for seventeen years. You must learn to fill me with riches - so quietly I'll never notice. After saying this he took a few of my scarves, put them around his neck, and lay back in bed. What can I give you? I said, what do you really want? Nothing, I can tell you about, he said.
The next day I brought home a woman in camouflage and made her lie her on top of our bed. She looked just like me and talked just like me and that night while i pretended to sleep, she made love to my husband. I thought I'd accomplished my mission, but as soon as she left, he said to me: I knew she wasn't you. I knew by the way she kissed.
I tried other things, but nothing fooled him - new shoes just like his old ones, scuffed in the same places, photographs from his mother, books he'd already read. He recognized everything and one rainy fall afternoon, when I was sure I couldn't find anything else to give him, I went into a bar with leather chairs and soft lights. I ordered a glass of chilled white wine, and suddenly, without guile, there was an instant understanding between me and the bartender. That night, while my husband slept next to us, he and I made love, and the next morning he hung up his clothes in my husband's closet. Eventually he moved in with us, walking like a cat, filling our rooms with his books and shoes. My husband never noticed, and now at night he lies next to us, thinking that he's the bartender. He breathes his air, dreams his dreams, and in the morning when we all wake up, he tells me that he's happy. |
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| who put the goat in there |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
Ken je Benny Lava? Wij wel. Benny and I go way back. Dus verzonnen we een cocktail en noemden hem de Benny Lava, zetten we Benny Lava zo'n 1,5 uur op repeat, lachten we tot we krampen kregen en belden we mensen die er niets van begrepen. Het resultaat was een geweldige avond, het resultaat van de geweldige avond was dat ik dronken op een vouwfiets de Duitse versie van E.T. na ging doen :') :') Filmpje volgt...
 
 
Kijk mij even geil doen met m'n bezopen hoofd :') Charming.
De rest zal ik je besparen. Ik was ook op Lowlands en dat was geweldig. Daar komen vast ook nog wel eens foto's van. Al zei ik dat ook over Pinkpop. Misschien gooi ik alles door elkaar en maak ik er een quiz van :')
Vakantie was tof, maar voorbij gevlógen. Heb het alweer een hele tijd druk met filmen en dingen regelen, maar toch is het bestuursleven tot nu toe erg leuk. Volgende week begint de intro en daarna is het weer tijd om aan de studie te gaan (oid :P). Ik heb ontslag genomen bij Lush en alweer een nieuw baantje waar ik erg blij mee ben. En aangezien ik heb gezworen hier niets meer over jou te zeggen zal ik dat ook niet doen.
Hier stond net nog wel wat over hem, maar ik heb het weggehaald. Ben ik goed of ben ik goed?
DUSSS. Het gaat eigenlijk best goed met mij geloof ik :) |
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