DE OVERVAAREN DAAGLIJKSCH

“Jack? Say goodnight to your friends, it’s time for bed!” he heard his mother call out from across the field. His friends, three donkeys and a horse, looked at his mother and then at him. “If your mother is a donkey, how come you have stripes?” “Yeah, why do you have stripes? We don’t..” “Are they racing stripes? Do you gallop faster than us?” They all asked at once. Jack simply shrugged and explained his father was a zebra, which made him a rare breed known as zonkey.

Trotting back towards his mother, Jack heard his friends giggle behind him. “Why the long face?” Asked his mother, noticing Jack was bothered by it. “I’m different from my friends” Said Jack, but, as mothers do, she reaffirmed him that he wasn’t different, but special.

The next day before Jack went out to play, she gave him a package of striped scarfs and coats, which she had made overnight. Filled with excitement he ran across the field towards his friends. “Here, wear these!” said Jack; “Then we’re all special!”

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There once was a little snail called Timmy. He was outside, exploring, for he was a great explorer! His mommy always told him: “Don’t go too far beyond the gardens Timmy, it’ll take forever for you to get home!!” But Timmy figured the greatest explorers in the world wouldn’t be the greatest without having seen beyond the gardens..

After five long years, Timmy returned home, no longer a snail – but an explorer. His mother welcomed him with tears of joy and asked about everything her little Timmy saw. “Went all the way to the back of the garden!” said Timmy, filled with pride; “and then returned home to tell you.”

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92 miles

Saturday, January 26, 2013

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Excerpt from Frank O’Hara’s poem Mayakovsky.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

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The French Business Book GP assembled a list of salaries that the Formula1 drivers will earn in the 2012 season. Most interesting is perhaps the difference between the Ferrari drivers, Fernando Alonso and Felipe Massa – the difference alone being 20 million Euros. You can blame (or thank) Banco Santander, corporate sponsor of Ferrari, for this. They said they’d sponsor Ferrari on one condition: The Spaniard Fernando Alonso had to be their main driver from 2010 onwards.

Equal and fair payments can be found at the McLaren, Toro Rosso and Red Bull teams, where both drivers earn the same amount of money throughout the 2012 Formula1 Season. Of course a list such as this is built around estimates and may be off here and there, but I’m fairly sure they’ve done their proper research.

At least one thing can be said – in this competition Fernando Alonso is the World Champion!

Position	Driver	Team	Earnings
1	Fernando Alonso	Ferrari	€30 million
2	Lewis Hamilton	McLaren	€16 million
–	Jenson Button	McLaren	€16 million
4	Sebastian Vettel	Red Bull	€10 million
–	Mark Webber	Red Bull	€10 million
–	Felipe Massa	Ferrari	€10 million
–	Nico Rosberg	Mercedes	€10 million
8	Michael Schumacher	Mercedes	€8 million
9	Kimi Raikkonen	Lotus	€5 million
10	Heikki Kovalainen	Caterham	€4 million
11	Timo Glock	Marussia	€3 million
12	Kamui Kobayashi	Sauber	€1 million
–	Romain Grosjean	Lotus	€1 million
14	Nico Hulkenberg	Force India	€500.000
–	Sergio Perez	Sauber	€500.000
–	Vitaly Petrov	Caterham	€500.000
–	Pedro de la Rosa	HRT	€500.000
18	Jean-Eric Vergne	Toro Rosso	€400.000
–	Daniel Ricciardo	Toro Rosso	€400.000
–	Pastor Maldonado	Williams	€400.000
21	Bruno Senna	Williams	€250.000
–	Narain Karthikeyan	HRT	€250.000
23	Paul di Resta	Force India	€200.000
24	Charles Pic	Marussia	€150.000

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The Rains of Castamere

Monday, May 28, 2012

And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that’s all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o’er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.

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Le Series Shorte – Part XI

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

De financiële crisis slaat hard toe;

“Als ik niet in de keuken ben doe ik gewoon het licht uit hoor“

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Sneeuw

Friday, February 3, 2012

Half uur je stoep staan vegen in de kou terwijl het 
er van achteren weer bij sneeuwt. Opgeven, neus afvegen 
en dan naar binnen, camera pakken en weer naar buiten. 
Vol moed trotseer je de witte massa, tot over je enkels 
diep gezakt naar het park. Het geluid van schrapende 
scheppen over de stenen, gegil van kinderen die links 
en rechts uitglijden. Een fietser realiseert zich te 
laat dat het niet verstandig is om al rijdend een 
sneeuwbal te gooien naar zijn beste vriend, tja - daar 
lig je dan, huilend en terecht. Je banjert door - die
bruin leren schoenen uit Italië zijn niet gemaakt voor 
de sneeuw, in Italië sneeuwt het bijna niet, dus voor één 
keertje mogen ze nat worden - het moet maar. Er staan 
mensen op het ijs, je staat er schaapachtig naar te 
kijken en denkt na. Dan toch maar het besluit om er ook 
op te springen, al is het maar voor dat jesus-gevoel.

Nou, daar sta je dan. Je broekspijpen ondertussen 
bevroren en je sokken zijn nat.

Het is eindelijk winter.

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Poetranimation

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Good day people.

Here's a poetic animation of a new representation
and perspective towards The Legend of Zelda. That
lowlife scum "Link" is always conveniently asleep
whenever the world goes to hell. This is one of
those tales, perhaps darker than the usual Zelda
related lore. It shines a truer light on the hero
we've learned to love through the years.

(Continued)

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Le Series Shorte – Part X

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Moeder en dochter samen in de bus bij halte Sneeuwbal Straat;

“Mama, dat heet toch zo omdat er vroeger héél veel sneeuwballen waren?“

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Jack The Striped Zonkey

Trotting back towards his mother, Jack heard his friends giggle behind him. “Why the long face?” Asked his mother, noticing Jack was bothered by it. “I’m different from my friends” Said Jack, but, as mothers do, she reaffirmed him that he wasn’t different, but special.

The next day before Jack went out to play, she gave him a package of striped scarfs and coats, which she had made overnight. Filled with excitement he ran across the field towards his friends. “Here, wear these!” said Jack; “Then we’re all special!”

Timmy The Great Explorer!

After five long years, Timmy returned home, no longer a snail – but an explorer. His mother welcomed him with tears of joy and asked about everything her little Timmy saw. “Went all the way to the back of the garden!” said Timmy, filled with pride; “and then returned home to tell you.”

92 miles

Excerpt from Frank O’Hara’s poem Mayakovsky.

Alonso On Top!

The Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that’s all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o’er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.

Le Series Shorte – Part XI

De financiële crisis slaat hard toe;

“Als ik niet in de keuken ben doe ik gewoon het licht uit hoor“

Sneeuw

Poetranimation

Le Series Shorte – Part X

Moeder en dochter samen in de bus bij halte Sneeuwbal Straat;

“Mama, dat heet toch zo omdat er vroeger héél veel sneeuwballen waren?“

Backtrack

RSS Tomorrow!

Busy Times

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Trotting back towards his mother, Jack heard his friends giggle behind him. “Why the long face?” Asked his mother, noticing Jack was bothered by it. “I’m different from my friends” Said Jack, but, as mothers do, she reaffirmed him that he wasn’t different, but special.

The next day before Jack went out to play, she gave him a package of striped scarfs and coats, which she had made overnight. Filled with excitement he ran across the field towards his friends. “Here, wear these!” said Jack; “Then we’re all special!”

After five long years, Timmy returned home, no longer a snail – but an explorer. His mother welcomed him with tears of joy and asked about everything her little Timmy saw. “Went all the way to the back of the garden!” said Timmy, filled with pride; “and then returned home to tell you.”

And who are you, the proud lord said,

that I must bow so low?

Only a cat of a different coat,

that’s all the truth I know.

In a coat of gold or a coat of red,

a lion still has claws,

And mine are long and sharp, my lord,

as long and sharp as yours.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,

that lord of Castamere,

But now the rains weep o’er his hall,

with no one there to hear.

Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,

and not a soul to hear.

De financiële crisis slaat hard toe;

“Als ik niet in de keuken ben doe ik gewoon het licht uit hoor“

Moeder en dochter samen in de bus bij halte Sneeuwbal Straat;

“Mama, dat heet toch zo omdat er vroeger héél veel sneeuwballen waren?“

Backtrack

RSS Tomorrow!

Grabbel Ton

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