Belgian rail owns a series of fascinating buildings alongside its tracks.

It’s good for hydrating the skin and countless other medical reasons, but it can be darn scary when she carries it walking into the bedroom. I’ve never seen the cum-cumber movie cliché though.

The wireless office is that place where everybody’s always looking whether the right cables are plugged in. We urgently need wireless power, incredibly fast wireless network connections and peripherals and all that without deadly radiation. To go please.

I think we’re gonna make it, you and me. Us humans. For a while I thought we would destroy the planet and become extinct; my mother was so green I could explain what the ozone layer was at the age of 5.

We need the will and the technological means, Al gore took care of the first, seeds have been planted to run our world on renewable power. I recently read Belgium has cleared all hurles to build a wind farm powering 6 million people. Solar power mobile phones. Supermarkets that halt the distribution of non-reusable plastic bags. Solid ideas that are actually happening. We just might make it.

Are there any young people who still buy this kind of lighting for their house? Reassure me please, tell me these are just for old people looking to replace broken glass fruit. To be honest: the majority of the store we saw contained mainly aluminum, but as the picture shows: tinted glass is not dead.

I am a bull. I respond to moving red cloth. Skirts and dresses. You know what they say: bulls are colorblind. It’s the motion. Could be for me too. Moving hips. Though red DOES make things worse. May well be since it’s my favorite color. Yeah, that’ll be it. It’s not even the motion. It’s my retinal sensitivity to the red spectrum. Glad we sorted that out.

I saw a high-school friend on the train yesterday, we were close for a short while. He’s looking for a house, mad about his newborn. Spooky.

iTunes sends me alerts when my favorites bring out new material. Most of the time I ignore them, just like all the newsletter I subscribe to. But 3 weeks ago, lucky me, I happened to see Maroon 5′s new album. I immediately wrote it on my birthday wish-list, which was stupid. Two weeks is a very long time: I loved the first album.

So I downloaded 5 songs from a Russian site. They were all I allowed myself. I remember explaining to Freya how I loved the track in which the beat slows down, all music fades and a mans voice in a studio sings 2 lines. Daring, I called it. As I bought the album 2 days ago (everybody thought it too obvious to get it for me), I discovered that part wasn’t on the album. Did I hear a bootleg? Or the fabrications of a devoted Maroon-5-fan? Dam’n Russians.

My friend was late yesterday. I waited on the stairs of the Brussels stock exchange surrounded by homeless people and a midlife tourist gang posing for pictures pondering my current job. Or to be more specific: comparing it to the previous one. The awaited friend was an ex-colleague, which brought back memories.

I have very nice coworkers now: open, creative, smart people. I get the same salary, but the commute is fully paid for. There’s an almost free ski trip. There’s pretty account managers to glare at. It’s closer to the station. The building is surrounded with food and shopping opportunities. I have a faster laptop and a wireless mouse. There’s Senseo coffee.

If if weren’t for the boring interface design programming, this would be heaven.