Levi’s Bloaaaagh

Again, we at Marcus & HeinZ got some nice exposure. Our work on the ‘Nunca Mais’ video from Zuco 103 was mentioned. Pretty nice, since we’ve only just begun. The sky is the limit.

When the routine bites hard and ambitions are low

Here’s one for ya: why am I feeling so fricking fricked up, while I shouldn’t?

(very, very deep sigh)

Watching this movie isn’t particularly helpful, but in its sadness lies such beauty. In three days it’s been 28 years again. I’ll promise a beautiful short essay for then. For now, I’m gonna go swallow in self pity.

Yesterday, I was walking back home from RAI station after an evening of working. A guy was strolling before me. I was busy talking to Lins on the phone when I past him, but still he called me.

“Hey man, I need some help. I’m completely lost”

So I told Lins I’d call her back and hear the man out. He looked a bit like Leo meets Catweazle. This ought to be interesting, I thought to myself.
I heard him out. Apparently, he was from Johannesburg, SA. He got mugged in a hostel here in Amsterdam, and lost all of his money and credit cards. The only things he still had were some clothes, two telephones and a diary. He went to the police with that story and they found out some places for him where he could crash for little money. His friends were coming to town this weekend, so he just needed a place for two nights.
At the first hostel, he got rejected for being too old. At the Jellinek, he got rejected for not being a (total) crackhead. At another hostel, he got rejected for not being a Catholic.
So he was pretty desperate. He walked alongside of me and we talked about linguistical differences in Afrikaans and Dutch and about computer hardware and software.
When I reached the point where I had to turn right, we said our goodbyes. I gave him some money for food and a smoke. He told me I was the first person, other than the police, to pay him any attention. He knew that it was probably because of the way he looked. But after a couple of years in Amsterdam, I’ve learned one thing: do not judge people on their appearence.

Oh yes, there was a band.

This friday started out pretty nicely. After I went to Ignjat to work on the Marcus & HeinZ site, I took the train back to the centre. The sun was shining, I solved the Sudoku in the NRC*Next within the hour and Ben Folds playing my song.

September ‘75 I was 47 inches high
Mom said by Christmas I would have
A badass mother G.I. Joe
For your little minds to blow
I still got beat up after class
Yeah, now I’m big and important
One angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces are you
If you really want to see me check the papers and the TV
Look who’s telling who what to do
Kiss my ass goodbye

Anywho, I called Robbert. He was sitting outside of his work with a beer. Sounded good enough to me. After waving to tourists in canal cruisers, I went to Elian’s house for a little poker. Rob went to a party at his fraternity. After three hands of poker, I went all-in with two kings in my hand. I lost to three sevens. Fuck.
Lins called. She wanted to do one beer. One isn’t enough for me, so that didn’t go through. I then called Ignjat, but he was already home, to do some push-ups and shit. Luckily, Rob was still around, so I went to his frat party. Oh yes, there was a band. But they sucked. Five guys and not one of them could sing. They could play, but the singing was awful. We drank a whole lot of vodka and then, all of a sudden at half past one, Rob decided to go home. And I had to follow. So now I’m sitting here, writing my next blog entry (or bloooaaaaaaagh, as David Duchovny would have said in ‘Californication’). This is for your little minds to blow. But I still got beat up after class.

But fuck that. I am gonna be big and important.