Uit het maandarchief: november 2004

25/10/2004

op 25 november 2004 door

I tested the trajectory Brussels Train Station – Zellik I’m gonna ride to go to work as of next week. It’s hell, but it’ll be a nice work-out for my muscles and nerves. The first 2.5 miles is up-hill, the second is on a high-traffic route with no room for bikes. Luckily, I found some [...]

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23/10/2004

op 23 november 2004 door

It’s been ages since I’ve done nothing for more than 4 hours straight. Another week of sweet nothing lies in front of me. Cities generate waves. I now have the time to drift. I have little plans and less goals. There are no projects from work creeping forward as I rest my eyes. On November [...]

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22/10/2004

op 22 november 2004 door

I got obsessed with a phrase from horrible horrible movie Hell Boy.

“We like people for their strenghts, we love them for their shortcomings.”

What the Hell does that mean?

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20/10/2004

op 20 november 2004 door

Why are funerals so depressing? Do we need to squeeze a tear from every black clad relative or friend, to make it a success? With all respect grandpa, I refuse to see you as the man who slowly got lost in a echoing cathedral of thoughts thanks to Alzheimer. It sure is true, it sure [...]

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19/10/2004

op 19 november 2004 door

Whoa, 7 days in between diary entries: that’s a new high-score. Oh wait, that’s a bad thing. I’ve been busy getting unjetlegged. Meeting with friends seems necessary in the process. Then there’s the NY toxins that need to leave my body.

I picked up my New York photos yesterday afternoon. I couldn’t help opening the [...]

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16/10/2004

op 16 november 2004 door

So what can i say about New York? It feels like I’m still processing what I saw, smelled and felt. It had scrapbook, stuffed with fragments of tourist life. Half a map of the Metropolitan. The Pax logo, torn from a breakfast bag. Makes me fly back to Bryant Park, sipping [...]

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12/10/2004

op 12 november 2004 door

Well, apart from the fact that I keep on forgetting to PULL a door to open it, my adaptation to New York seems spotless. I had just enough time to roam the city on my own, as Alex fell from the sky. Thanks for that one Oh Bearded One, it is indeed a lot more [...]

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4/10/2004

op 4 november 2004 door

My bag is jam-packed with basically clothes. I heard it’s a crime not to walk the streets of Manhattan in a trendy fashion, so I’m prepared. it was way harder to select only 15 CD’s to take. I could have taken 488 on my iPod, but as Lonely Planet puts it: don’t take anything you [...]

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1/10/2004

op 1 november 2004 door

A 3-year phase of my life ended yesterday in IMEC’s coffee corner, with a drink and all the people that came in my life over the years. That hurts. It’s a good thing I got my New York trip and a new job to look forward to. Miss you like hell, C. I never realized [...]

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