Column November 2005
Tuesday 15 November 2005
They were girl friends, our miniature parrot, Aggie, and Lemon, the
parakeet. They visited each other regularly and most of the time that
was fun. They chirped happily, but they had their fights, too, and
could viciously bite each other. Still, they were close.
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column August 2005
Monday 15 August 2005
This time, I wanted to write a column
about Leeuwarden, but never before have I had so much trouble putting
something together. I'm flabbergasted. Isn't Leeuwarden interesting
enough to write about? Isn't my own town worth dedicating words to?
"Leeuwarden, of all places," said an acquaintance from the middle of
the country not too long ago, who had planned to visit us and wondered
why on earth we lived here.
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column February 2005
Tuesday 15 February 2005
Recently, I sat
in the train to Utrecht, when in Zwolle five women
boarded, sat down in my vicinity, and clearly made their presence known. They were not spring chickens anymore, the
youngest perhaps pushing fourty and the others well on their way to sixty. They practiced Art, I overheard, with a
capital A. They were on their way to
some Art event and were fascinated by Art .
The youngest looked artistic as well; raven black hair and solid black
clothing. I don’t understand why some
people love to wear black while it really doesn’t suit them. Black is a slimming color, but black also
makes the face look pale and often that’s more obvious than that extra layer of
fat. Artists in particular have an
affinity for black, I’ve noticed, so presumably it’s some sort of artistic
expression.
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