Sunday, April 30, 2017

Latte Linea

First time since...well...ages we went into town. The familiar shopping procedure was easily retrieved. So was our passion for a coffee break. The coffee corner we used to visit, was closed for reconstruction. This unexpected change of plans brought us to another, much smaller, coffee corner which obviously was found by everyone who was surprised to find their favorite restaurant to be closed.
The line-up behind the counter was insufficient to handle all orders from the inpatient queue at the front of the counter. Result: stress on both sides of the counter: trays filled with empty cups; trays filled with too many cups; empty trays waiting for cups and people waiting for cups and...cuppy things. Nevertheless I managed to return to our table with coffee and brownies!
Yup. I'm an MC: Master of Coffee Chaos.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Dahlesque

Mister 'Ouwerkerke'. Or mister Oldchurch as he had introduced himself. A literal translation of his name. Not just one of my English teachers. My all time favorite. And even though it's been more than 35 years and I cannot find any photo of those schooldays right now, I can still picture him. The characteristic beard; the twinkle in his eyes...irony and sarcasm in the classroom. Just loved it. And him. As a teacher that is...

"Always remember this kids" he used to say. "One day, in the middle of the night, when your are fifty years old or maybe even older, I will appear in your dreams. I will wake you up and softly whisper in your ear: 'iambic pentameters'; and you will say...?"
"Rhyming in pairs!" we all repeated.
Still haven't got a clue why those bloody pentameters are rhyming in pairs. But I do remember the line. That's the only promise we made.
The reason I will always remember him, is because he introduced us to the master of short stories: Roald Dahl. Don't know if my classmates were as inspired as I was, but for me Dahl has been one of my favorite authors ever since.
Too bad the image I had of this fabulous author has changed now that I've finished reading his biography. A real 'Tale of the Unexpected'. So I prefer to stick to the memory of the man who inspired me to read Dahl's stories. My own master of the macabre.

Friday, April 28, 2017

Just a little bit

Studies reveal that in and around Rotterdam more than 350,000 jobs will be lost in the near future. All due to computers taking over the present jobs. No need to worry the reporter concludes. New jobs will be created. Sure, like what? Building the computers that will take over your job? Everybody knows the best way to built computers is to create computers that built computers. Duh-huh.

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Does your doggy bite?

Remember this phrase? An inevitable quote by Peter Sellers as Clouseau in the Pink Panther movies. We used some kind of spin-off name (Commander Clousteau) as character in the YA series Aquifer. Except for the hazzle dazzle about the spelling of his name (a bit of a running gag in the first book), I had to think about Furby. Cute, gremlin-like toys which lately had been refurbished. The new eyes scared kids. Didn't stop parents from buying the new Furby though.
Years ago, one of my girls walked in to show her new toy: “e-dog”. Instantly I remembered series of Furby’s and other electronic things, said to be great toys that could learn new things if you play with them every day.

I only remember one Furby phrase; “I’m sleepy”.
And off it went.
Forever.
Five of them hiding in my house. None of them speaking or doing anything at all. All are very sleepy.

And how about e-dog? This great new toy dog will dance and do all wonderful things whenever it gets enough food. You only need to feed it. With music
And so we did. 
And so it danced. 
And so…that was it. 
Move over Furby, e-dog likes to sleep on your lap!

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Dutch mountains

It's been long since April 1st. So I guess it is safe to tell you about the Dutch Mountains now. Mountains? In Holland? Isn't that the flat, little country with all the dikes? Land below sea level? Yes folks, it is. And like always, people are trying to get what they dont have. No mountains here? We'll go and find some mountains. Let's go to Switzerland for holidays. Well trained and prepared, of course. And so you can see people training for wintersport, using rollerskates underneath their ski's. Who needs skateboards, hover boards and things like that?

The original painting has been made a couple of years ago.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Kitepainting

When still running our gallery, we used to participate in Art Fairs. Construction and dismantling always were exhaustive. I was thinking about the "Holland art Fair 2006". We had exhibited some rather large paintings which, after the show, I tried to bring back to our truck all by myself. Now the painting measured 1,50 x 2,00 metres; just a little bit too big for one person to handle. Dismantling starts directly after the show,. If you've ever been to an art fair, you should get yourself a seat and enjoy the 'afterparty'. When the show's over, there are no more nice gallery owners. Everyone is rushing to get his booth empty and get the... well, get out of there. Chaos. Disorder...
Anyway, our truck was parked rather far away on a very, very large and wide open parking area where there certainly was more than a spring breeze. Almost stormy it was.
There I walked; confident, yet struggling to keep the huge painting above my head. And there came the wind; it grabbed a hold of me and the painting. You know how you react when you stumble and fall, knowing people are watching you? Well, so did I. I tried to look relaxed."Nay, I'm always kite surfing paintings into the truck."

For obvious reasons I will not give you the name of the painter or the painting involved...

Monday, April 24, 2017

Si j'étais président

En Marche. 
How convenient the initials of this new movement also are the initials of its political leader, and runner up to become the next French president, Emmanuel Macron.
And how lovely they also are my own initials!

If I would be the president... Well, obvious, I'm not. This song tells the story of a young blondhaired kid... An ironic song ending with a beautiful phrase: "Pas besoin d'être Président, pour aimer les enfants" (I don't need to be a president to love children). 

Oh well, you might as well enjoy the music:



And watch the new series on Albert Einstein ('Genius' on national Geographic). Politics, and science. Freedom of opinion folks!

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Science not silence

Science is a tool for seeking answers. Politicians around the world are limiting and restricting scientists' ability to research, publish and communicate their findings.

Inconvenient facts are shamelessly replaced by 'alternative facts'. Scientific evidence is denied; written away or simply rejected. Rejection of scientific evidence by political and opinion leaders is a critical and urgent, global problem.
An alarming trend which cannot be denied anymore. Academics are jailed. Publicly funded scientists are censored or silenced (even in the US).

Imagine a world where people not only ignore scientific evidence, but consider to eliminate science entirely. Staying silent is a luxury we can no longer afford. We must stand together and support science. Like freedom of speech, we need freedom of science. Scientists should not be chained! April 22nd, a worldwide march for science will be held; the first step of a global movement to defend the vital role science plays in our health, safety, economics and governments.

Check out the website of March for Science for all details!
Visit my 'webshop' for items based on this Skredch.


Saturday, April 8, 2017

C-Street

Sick and Tired. 
That's how I feel about terrorist assaults. Many people share this feeling as, once again, can be seen by the messages of readers in newspapers and on social media in reaction to the most recent attacks in St. Petersburg and Stockholm. Not to forget the chemical attack in Syria; as there have been so many tragic actions, all over the world...

I've been looking into some of my old notes and sketches. (Sounds great, but in fact my 'archive' is no more than a pack of loose leaf paperworks. An almost perfect chaos without any order. It's fun to browse through those paperworks though...).

I was looking for a certain sketch I made. Even remembered I made a painting of it on old wood. And yes, I happen to know I also destroyed that artwork. Must still have a photo somewhere... Anywhere. Maybe in my undisputable archive... 
Seems I made the sketches back in june, 2008. A little, innocent man holding his hands up high. A big capital 'C' in the middle of his body symbolising the innocent 'Citizens'. Civilians walking around unarmed. Unable to defend themselves against brutal attacks.

I cannot believe any god, prophet or whatsoever will tolerate violence. If I was a god, prophet or whatsoever I would open my house for the citizens and close the gates to my heavenly C-street for those who attack innocent people. And I would make a deal with the devil (dark side or whatsoever) to prevend them from entering that world too. Let them forever wander in the ghastly no man's land between heaven and hell. There's no room; no place for people like them in a civilised world. Nor in a civilized after world.