Sorry, but I'm not allowed to use that word (creativity I mean) in vain. My elementary school teacheress told me so when I brought her HUGE flowers on her birthday (I was second grade at the time, meaning 8 years old, I guess she was 21, so only 14 years the difference).
These flowers I stole from my parents garden and they were pink (at the time I didn't even know the name of that colour, as I was only 8 years old). I simply LOVED my teacheress, she must be 70-ish right now, don't know her name, but if she scans the internet I say to her: .
So I ruined my father's 'rododendrons' (let somebody near you translate that into english...)
I pleased my teacheress. I earned merit points that day. My fellow class-mates were in awe, envious, jealous and afterwards... hostile against me. Oh well, you learn while doing... I recently re-found my school reports for that period. I NOW conclude: my teacheress loved me too, there really is not much difference in age between her and my wife, THUS, I could have earned her love. OH., who cares..).
As I said, I'm NOT creative. My father taught me to draw mountain slopes with shades (of sunlight). I copied his thoughts, got some favourable marks, but never got the hang of it.
That (birthday) day I learned (before my time) to be aware of no-good-ever-envious-SOB's and I am pleased to say I enjoy that experience daily, dealing with ordinary, I mean second-rate, I DO mean 'inferior quality' like people.
I like people. My Motto is: I live by the grace of others.
OK, and then....
I like people I can communicate with.
OK, and then....
I like people I can communicate with that have the audacity to agree or to disagree with me.
OK, and then....
I offer them a drink.
In a REAL cafe...
Not in a diner.... they are sooooo 70-ish, so Witherspoon, so 'GET CARTER', so 'Rosemary's baby' [goddamnbeautifulmovie that sparked Woody to marry its main character].
Idea: what 60-70-ish movie do you REALLY like...
and do NOT tell me Kramer versus Kramer, PLEASE... (I like the movie BTW but that is not the point). I like Novecento (Bertolucci, It IS a 5 hour movie, so what?), I like a lot of moves from that period, come see my collection.....
(@ this moment. I'm not allowed to drive anymore, so? I'm not driving, just typing, who cares)
Who visits a diner.... (people that audition in MGM movies?)
I watch the MGM channel and enjoy it (now and again)...
MGM (WROWWWGHH lion sounds, full stop), you'll experience it all the time..
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This line is meant as a marker, a barrier, a wall,
We live dangerously these years. (see the movie 'theyearoflivingdangerously', dealing with the transition of power from Sukarno to his successor in New-born Indonesia). All is in vain, NOTHING is real. The Oppressor is gone, we are Islamic, we know best, we are OUR OWN.
Everything originating out of FAITH is self pity.
See the Judean faith
See the Christian Faith
See the Islamic Faith.
Originating from the same source, their only creed is...
To disagree. And that rules the world, DAILY.
To Disagree on matters they agree about.
Full stop.
From 1967 onwards.. when I reached the age of 18 years
I debated with people (girls mainly)
about THE way to follow, the road to alive-dom.
It was in France, a small town to the south of Calais, You may refer to it as HONFLEUR
(my 'brommer' only got that far, my college friend got to the WW2 shores and enjoyed himself)
I met these people, girls extremely educated, beautiful but wise, a normal 'condition humaine' wouldn't you say?
As I siad: Well-educated
Students...
I do Not Criticise their choice...
They favoured Mitterrand, who (at the time) earned his presidency over France (he got it a few years later)
(nowadays I would conclude: SHIT all over the place...[although the girls were ever SO attractive and there was no competition {{french that is}} as the french squabble about pension age the rest of Europe already digested years ago.)
That would put their mark on human history from May 1968 onwards. Remember the 60's? Did not think you would. Globalisation did not reach Guinness-book-of-records at that time.
They were misinformed.
I Mean it.
Pension reforms right now
in 2010
which would have counted
in 1969
Were undeniably sub-counted at the time. Nobody knew shit @ the time.
I did (know).
I started a discussion, foolish me...
in (OK, a few years later, I had to graduate Y'all know)]
..... I don't know the year anymore, '85?
Something like that...
I organised a seminar with pension hot shots
(all of them are never heard of nowadays, 'cause they are dead, forgotten, never appeared on ABC, the dutch ABC equivalent, or otherwise), except for Jean Frijns, head of investments at the larget dutch pension fund.
They played their game
They spoke, for everyone present to hear
They were NEVER HEARD.
'Cause the netherlands were NOT keen on hearing their story.
We're talking 1985... YOU HEAR!!!???!!!
That is 25 years in our past.
Full stop.
My creative talents are restricted to blog/internet
You just became its victim.
Sleep tight
Bye & Greets
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