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And When It Doesn’t The Sun Makes You Feel Worse Anyway

Posted on June 24, 2015 in Images Life

Before we begin: Today in things that sound like movie plots.

It has rained, at least briefly, every day that I’ve been here. It has made for some dramatic skies.

There’s still an hour of daylight to go, but it does seem as if today will break the streak.

Cool vestibule tiles.

Not as cool as a grill-boat, but nothing to sneeze at.

In general, the Dutch speak perfect English, this has not prevented them from getting in on the lucrative t-shirts-with-dumb-English-text-on-them market. On the other hand, I suppose that’s true of Americans as well.

No lie, I saw a guy wearing that exact shirt a block later.

Educating the Youth

Posted on June 21, 2015 in Images Reality As Such

Yesterday I went to ArtZuid with a couple of friends and a cool baby. Because it was a longish walk, we had to take a coffee break in the middle.

Here we are being a bit incredulous.

Here we are looking a bit more enthused.

Building with cool clock.

Building with cool windows.

This collection of lawn gnomes and plastic vermin speaks to man’s inhumanity to man.

Piet Kramer building. Here is a shot of its internal garden.

Here I am introducing the baby to piggyback rides.

Here he is trying to pull out my eyeball.

Made It

Posted on June 17, 2015 in Life Reality As Such

I set out on Bloomsday.

Despite feeling pleased with myself in the last entry, I didn’t do such a great job of leaving things in good order. Certainly acceptable, I think, but not exactly tidy. I guess I can still get away with calling it progress. Also, packing was pretty smooth and despite waiting a disconcertingly long time for The Max , I made the airport in good time. I ate at the Country Cat there, which was genuinely nice.

I got the very, very, very last seat on the plane. I was trying to figure out how to go about feeling good about staying another day, and dreading going though the checking and security-theater process for more waiting. Luckily, someone on the standby list didn’t show, and my name was called. It felt good. Already had a little adventure by the time we were taxiing.

I was sort of hoping there would be a power outlet so I could play TIS-100, which I’ve been enjoying a good deal. Sadly, something about the Unity payer burns super-hot, even though the graphics are basically non-existent. It runs through the battery in less than two hours. This meant I had to just zone out and watch things. In particular, I watched Jupiter Ascending, which was indeed terrible, although fine for whiling away a plane ride.

Schipol was, by some distance, the best immigration experience I have ever had. I didn’t wait in line for even a single second at passport control. Things sort of fell apart on transit, though, as the ATM in the airport only dispensed 50s, and the station at which I changed for the tram was remote enough that I had to walk around for a bit to find a shop that would let me pay for just a coffee with one of them. If Europeans are so reticent about breaking bills, why the fuck do they print them at all?

The apartment is fantastic. It has a hippie feel, which is not, as you know, my aesthetic, but the quality of it is very alluring, and it’s very comfortable and airy. Going to be very happy to do some languishing here, and I imagine it’ll be a nice space in which to get through my Euro-workdays.

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