Short & Random

Hehe, someone said that my post about ‘what’s white and smells like black paint’, saved ‘SO much time’.
He ended up in the spam waste.

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Internet versus parchment

Internet and computers, they can be so hard to understand… I tried to put our archives on the blog in a better way, but it ended up wrong: the archives became too sec and there was no longer a ‘log in’ on the blog. That didn’t came in handy… I had to log in using an old e-mail with a link to this blog. Hmm.

And computers. The battery of this computer is dead, that is. So I was writing an e-mail, innocently, when suddenly the screen became all black. Hurray! My relationship to computers has improved a lot though. When I was younger, computers seemed to hate me. Now I now: they do hate me, but I can handle them  ;).

Internet can make things easy. Internet can complicate things. No opinion should be kept for oneself, because it’s so easy to spread your word. (Yes, I do know I’m doing right the same) I guess Wikipedia has already saved millions of lives – the lives of pupils who suck at preparing. Google is so much easier than encyclopedias. But the charming effect of writing a letter (by hand!) on parchment with a feather, that must have been great too… At least there wouldn’t be such an eruption of opinions about everything, and I think it feels better getting a hand-written letter than getting an e-mail.
Because e-mails can’t be perfumed.


This post just needed a stereotypical picture :).

1984 – Is it horror or heaven…?

Seldom have I read a book as scary as 1984 (George Orwell). No skeletons, no blood, no living dead or any kind of horror like that, but the frightening fact that we’re not free at all. You might think we are free in our minds – we aren’t. Everyday we’re being influenced a lot, without even noticing it. But there are worse kinds of influence.
There is nothing that can’t be changed. Even your thoughts are not more than things with no mass that can be changed into anything. You can believe that killing a murderer is justice. But the murderer probably believes he’s done the right thing. And with a little effort you can convince everybody of one of those two opinions. Everything is relative. (Believe me, I don’t like saying this things because they take away all certain things)  One day you might think this, the next day that. And what will be the right sight? I’m drenched with this mentality because the book forces me to overthink this. It forces you to doubt every single thought, every single conviction. It takes away every feeling of safety because of your belief in your own righteousness.
We should all be able to doubt our opinion but we also should be able to hang on to our goodness. I don’t dare to judge anymore though. I want to be good, but that’s pretty hard when you don’t know what good is anymore. It is time for me to divert and comfort myself, so I can think again  ;).

Read this book when a) you want to read a classic novel
b) you want to think about freedom
c) you need something that scares you subtly
d) you need to overthink good and bad again
e) we actually should all read this to feel free again

The Dutch Wiki-page about the book has some mistakes, don’t read that but read the book. Think about good and bad and justice. Safe us  ;).

Twisted beauty of Anastasia


Anastasia, Inez Van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin, 1994.

For me, this is a great picture. It has the whole story of Anastasia Romanov captured in it. At least, I think it’s about her :). You can see it the way you like. But the mix of vulnerability, the ‘mask’, the hair, the shoulder,… It all fits.
Inez Van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin are famous photographers. They always seem to show something beautiful, but at the same time edgy, not right, somehow twisted. As far as I know, of course. I like their work a lot, because they can give you the feeling there’s something not right although you don’t know what it is. One look is enough for you to feel a bit uncomfortable, and at the same time you just want to look at it. Attractive and a little repellent, beauty with a rough border.
To know more about Anastasia Romanov’s story: watch this. Or look at Wikipedia, but right information can never be ensured.
For more Inez and Vinoodh: this might just be your place to be.

Wearing clothes, not brands

Two months ago, more or less, I bought a pair of (awesome) trousers from a brand that likes to put its name in big on their clothes. I liked the trousers, but I wished the name wasn’t on it in those big letters. Like a week ago I bought the Dutch ELLE and read an article about how brands don’t put their trademark on their clothes anymore.
Somehow I follow fashion, it seems!
The article said that wearing brands in an obvious way was luxury, but now things are changing. You can’t recognize a Chanel bag or a Hermès scarf at first sight anymore. But you can still recognize them if you look at details, the finish, the style, etc. New luxury is subtle. New luxury is humble. In times of money crises it makes sense that luxury is no longer just wearing a brand, and showing you had the money to buy it, but wearing good, beautiful, well-made clothes from a certain brand. I like this tendency. We shouldn’t wear brands, but clothes. It makes more sense to be proud of your well-made, long-lasting clothes than to be proud of the name in huge letters on your T-shirts.
 From here.From here.
Both Louis Vuitton prints. Compare these, and understand the new tendency of silent luxury.
Thanks to ELLE.

Parental advisory… what for!?

Ever seen this sticker on one of your CDs? It says that your parents should sit next to you while listening to your music and tell you when something is too explicit. (Like any parent does that. Or maybe in America)
The first CDs that got this ‘warning’ were metalCDs (Danzig, Guns N roses, etc.).
In my humble opinion the sticker is often exaggerated. Avril Lavigne’s album Under My Skin got one because she used the word ‘shit’ in one of the songs. Like you don’t get to hear that daily.
But why do metalCDs get this warning? It’s not all about violence or drugs or death…
Like Dio’s song Don’t talk to strangers. That is parental advisory, it doesn’t need it. Parents should be happy if their children listen to this kind of educational songs.
And there are other examples. Rainbow in the dark (Dio) – about the art of nature, wouldn’t you think?
Holy Diver (Dio) – about religion and holy people (or at least that’s what the title makes you think)
But seriously.
…And Justice For All (Metallica) – says it all.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Iron Maiden) – based on an old poem.
Lord of the Flies and other songs from the same artist – based on books, so it encourages children to read.
Run to the Hills, Iron Maiden again, “discusses the violence visited upon Native Americans in the 19th Century” (Wikipedia). It seems to refer to the Sioux wars sometimes. It’s a good thing to remember things that shouldn’t have happened so we can avoid those things in the future (like we don’t make the same mistakes all over again).
With Paschendale they remind World War |. Again, things that shouldn’t be forgotten.
Then we also have Tool – Vicarious. Might seem violent, but in fact it’s about today’s perversity: we all need sensation, we all need to “watch things die”. Wherefor are there gossip magazines? To read about how happy all famous people are? This world sometimes bases itself on our urge for sensation. Have you ever seen people staring at a burning house, while not helping or anything? Exactly.
So why would we warn people for music that actually wants to make you think about today’s world? R&B never started a revolution. Punk did. Metal did. (Punk and metal were both an urge for freedom, I believe, and of course punk was related to anarchism)

I can only give you a tiny amount of songs to prove that metal is not a superficial, violent music genre. Maybe some groups are violent etc., but we all should know that less appreciated songs can be more meaning.
And I might still add some other songs.

Angry Matryoshka Alert

For me, this counts as a good poster, don’t you think?

Thank you, Wiki.