Like this one…
This is a graph that shows the number of page views on my blog. Now that’s a trend I like! That’s an increase of 212% from July to August! That’s amazing! Now, if I can sustain this kind of growth, I will have almost 10,000 page views in December! And after that, the sky’s the limit! Hey, numbers don’t lie! And why can’t I stop using exclamation marks!!!
Words can be so frustrating sometimes. When I’m in the tram, walking on the street, or just lying in bed, they appear spontaneously in my mind without much effort. They intermingle, they play and work together inside my head and they are able create the most beautiful images and the most fantastic worlds. It’s almost like magic, and in my imagination I have just crafted another award-winning piece which will stand the test of time as a classic. I even start to daydream about me giving an interview to some admiring journalist, trying to explain the genius of my work (hey, I am a dreamer after all). Now all I need to do is to remember those words and write them down and capture them on paper. But then I sit down behind my desk and open my notebook, and I try to recreate the images in my head, and… nothing. Oh, the words come out, but they just sit there, side by side, doing nothing. I’m pretty sure these are the same words, but the intermingling, the exuberance, the magic… they have all vanished. What I am left with instead is a piece of crap that is dull, boring, even lifeless. I desperately ransack my mind, trying to find out what I am missing, maybe lost somewhere in the deep recesses of my imagination, but no… I just don’t know. It’s just gone.
I had the opportunity to play around with the iPhone 3GS from work for a couple of days lately, and I have to admit that it was a great phone. If I didn’t have a phone and subscription for work, I would definitely get the iPhone 4. Anyway, it inspired me to write the following “love letter” just for fun. Of course, I don’t actually feel that strongly about the iPhone 4, just in case you mistakenly think that I am some kind of creepy weirdo 😛 I hope you’ll enjoy it!
A sixteen year old protagonist with a propensity for violence against small animals and a weird fascination for rituals, who describes his murders committed as a child as ‘going through a phase.’ A recently escaped lunatic brother who set dogs on fire and forces kids to eat maggots. And a troubled relationship with the father that revolves around power. In the hands of a master storyteller, these are the ingredients for a brilliant satire tinged with psychological and philosophical implications. Unfortunately, Iain Banks in his first novel is far from accomplishing that distinction.
… can be pretty stressful at times.
There was a small gas leak at my apartment in Maastricht, which we discovered when the agent and my new tenant were checking the meters and thought they smelled gas. Luckily, the problem is fixed now, but it has certainly been an eventful week, to say the least. And some of the proceedings have been a bit weird.
The tenant contacted the concierge on Monday morning, but he insisted that I should be the one who contacted him, even though I’m all the way in Amsterdam. So instead of just checking on the problem immediately, which would have taken five minutes, this is what actually happened: