Lately, I've been suffering from sleepless nights. It's so warm everywhere, it's so damp everywhere, no matter what you do, you end up feeling sticky and gross. It keeps me from sleeping. For some reason it makes me want to roll around in my bed and stretch and flex my muscles all the time, which results in more friction and heat. Yuck! And when I do fall asleep, I tend to wake up to musquito stings around 4 am, slapping and scratching away. I'm not sleepy enough to fall asleep right away after the slapping, scratching and hiding, but I'm not awake and fresh enough to get up and start the day early. Result is me waking up late and arriving at work late. Yuck!
As of now, I'm still sweating a swimmingpool. I'm wishing to be home on my couch, out of the sun, not moving too much. Just leave me alone. You don't want to be too near to me anyway, cause I smell like stickyness and too much sun. When I get home this evening, I'll have diner and then die in front of the tv or on my bed with the music on. Hopefully, in the meantime the skies will clear and/or drop some rain to cool things down. That would be cool.
This is my 13 minutes rant. I have 4 minutes left before having to get back to working and join in a meeting. It's a good thing I signed up for it, but the though of the dampness inside the square makes me gasp for air already.
Three minutes left. I've got a printed version before me, though it's the old version. That's okay, I'm just not willing to sacrifice another tree or man to the sun. That's not my style.
1 minute and time to post.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Filosofatie over 'Persoonlijkheid'
Definitie van Dale:
Per.soon.lijk.heid de; -heden 1 v datgene wat een persoon karakteriseert: weinig ~ hebben een weinig uitgesproken karakter 2 m,v iem met veel persoonlijkheid
Is het hebben van een persoonlijkheid een mythe?
Als we de bovenstaande definitie bekijken bestaat een persoonlijkheid uit een set van karakteristieken van een bepaalde persoon. Als we ervan uitgaan dat deze karakteristieken tijdens het leven aan ontwikkeling doen, dan zou je kunnen zeggen dat een persoonlijkheid een mythe is. Maar dan nog, bestaan er geen karakteristieken die niet doorontwikkelen maar zijn en blijven zoals ze waren toen het persoon geboren werd? Dat is wat ik wel geloof.
Ik wil graag mezelf als voorbeeld nemen. Ik ben van herkomst Indonesisch; ik ben geboren in Indonesië, maar opgegroeid in Nederland bij een Nederlands gezin. Tijdens mijn jeugd heb ik typische Nederlandse trekjes opgepikt wat maakt dat mijn gedrag voornamelijk als Westers betiteld kan worden. Toch bezit ik nog steeds typische Indonesische/Aziatische trekjes. Dit werd mij onlangs duidelijk toen ik opeens Aziatische vrienden kreeg.
Ik ben opgegroeid in een klein dorpje in Midden-Limburg. In het dorp was ik destijds het enige geadopteerde Indonesische kind. Ik groeide op te midden van allemaal Nederlandse kinderen. Aziatische vrienden had ik niet.
Twee jaar geleden ben ik verhuisd naar de ‘grote’ stad, Amsterdam. Ik werd opeens geconfronteerd met een stuk kleurrijkere cultuur, of liever gezegd verschillende culturen naast de Nederlandse cultuur. Amsterdam is een smeltkroes van culturen en dit dringt vanzelf door in het leven en het werk van de mensen uit deze streek. Zo kwam ik ook in contact met twee (half-)Aziatische mensen. Het contact ging al snel over in vriendschap en ik merkte op dat het me een stuk minder energie koste om met hen te communiceren; op een bepaald niveau denken en leven we hetzelfde wat resulteert in dezelfde smaken, ideeën en daaruit vloeiende standpunten en keuzes. Niks aangeleerd, niks invloed van de maatschappij waarin wij leven. Maar karaktertrekken die aangeboren zijn.
Hieruit concludeer ik dat je persoonlijkheid niet alleen een stuk maatschappijgebonden is en dus ook in ontwikkeling, maar ook een stuk biologisch en maar moeilijk ombuigbaar.
Per.soon.lijk.heid de; -heden 1 v datgene wat een persoon karakteriseert: weinig ~ hebben een weinig uitgesproken karakter 2 m,v iem met veel persoonlijkheid
Is het hebben van een persoonlijkheid een mythe?
Als we de bovenstaande definitie bekijken bestaat een persoonlijkheid uit een set van karakteristieken van een bepaalde persoon. Als we ervan uitgaan dat deze karakteristieken tijdens het leven aan ontwikkeling doen, dan zou je kunnen zeggen dat een persoonlijkheid een mythe is. Maar dan nog, bestaan er geen karakteristieken die niet doorontwikkelen maar zijn en blijven zoals ze waren toen het persoon geboren werd? Dat is wat ik wel geloof.
Ik wil graag mezelf als voorbeeld nemen. Ik ben van herkomst Indonesisch; ik ben geboren in Indonesië, maar opgegroeid in Nederland bij een Nederlands gezin. Tijdens mijn jeugd heb ik typische Nederlandse trekjes opgepikt wat maakt dat mijn gedrag voornamelijk als Westers betiteld kan worden. Toch bezit ik nog steeds typische Indonesische/Aziatische trekjes. Dit werd mij onlangs duidelijk toen ik opeens Aziatische vrienden kreeg.
Ik ben opgegroeid in een klein dorpje in Midden-Limburg. In het dorp was ik destijds het enige geadopteerde Indonesische kind. Ik groeide op te midden van allemaal Nederlandse kinderen. Aziatische vrienden had ik niet.
Twee jaar geleden ben ik verhuisd naar de ‘grote’ stad, Amsterdam. Ik werd opeens geconfronteerd met een stuk kleurrijkere cultuur, of liever gezegd verschillende culturen naast de Nederlandse cultuur. Amsterdam is een smeltkroes van culturen en dit dringt vanzelf door in het leven en het werk van de mensen uit deze streek. Zo kwam ik ook in contact met twee (half-)Aziatische mensen. Het contact ging al snel over in vriendschap en ik merkte op dat het me een stuk minder energie koste om met hen te communiceren; op een bepaald niveau denken en leven we hetzelfde wat resulteert in dezelfde smaken, ideeën en daaruit vloeiende standpunten en keuzes. Niks aangeleerd, niks invloed van de maatschappij waarin wij leven. Maar karaktertrekken die aangeboren zijn.
Hieruit concludeer ik dat je persoonlijkheid niet alleen een stuk maatschappijgebonden is en dus ook in ontwikkeling, maar ook een stuk biologisch en maar moeilijk ombuigbaar.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Facts: Lost in transcription
• The passed two years haven't helped me to readers who leave me comments telling me they at least read my blog. That's okay, tho it hurts... editions in red...I had three, but I think I lost one. I also forgot how to color text.
• My computer is not ready to log on to the rkop-chatbox...still not after two years, but who cares..I don't at least...I left RKOP
• My computer is finally accompanied by a new screen....still...still...still
• The new sound boxes I bought...SUCK! With a Capital SUCK and an exclamation mark...still do...still do, but I bought new ones which make me happy...:D
• I don't know yet how to handle my new DVD-player, but it was nice to see all that old Mraz stuff again...still not...bought new one and first couldn't figure out how it worked, but got it working now...We are close now
• Now I remember Dennis Morris' name again. It's Dennis Morris....it's nice to have a notepad...and to remind myself again...I won't ever forget ever again
• I forgot about my new blogspot all together....Yup, again! And again...Not really, was just lazy
• We finally attached the towel hangers to the wall; one and a half in the kitchen and four in the bathroom...and two already came off...and the two in the kitchen have been taken off to make our new cooking thing installed...one in the bathroom keeps falling off; it's annoying
• I was up at 7.00 am this morning....I could have been....Not so much
• It took me almost 1 hour to get to work....true story, life doesn't improve there...no change there
• I reviewed my passed two years using my review from a couple of years ago which I recycled as well...still the same list
• I'm too lazy to write a completely new review...I thought it would be funny to use this list again...I thought I should keep this tradition
And that's how you create a second post in one day. True story.
References:
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• My computer is not ready to log on to the rkop-chatbox...still not after two years, but who cares..I don't at least...I left RKOP
• My computer is finally accompanied by a new screen....still...still...still
• The new sound boxes I bought...SUCK! With a Capital SUCK and an exclamation mark...still do...still do, but I bought new ones which make me happy...:D
• I don't know yet how to handle my new DVD-player, but it was nice to see all that old Mraz stuff again...still not...bought new one and first couldn't figure out how it worked, but got it working now...We are close now
• Now I remember Dennis Morris' name again. It's Dennis Morris....it's nice to have a notepad...and to remind myself again...I won't ever forget ever again
• I forgot about my new blogspot all together....Yup, again! And again...Not really, was just lazy
• We finally attached the towel hangers to the wall; one and a half in the kitchen and four in the bathroom...and two already came off...and the two in the kitchen have been taken off to make our new cooking thing installed...one in the bathroom keeps falling off; it's annoying
• I was up at 7.00 am this morning....I could have been....Not so much
• It took me almost 1 hour to get to work....true story, life doesn't improve there...no change there
• I reviewed my passed two years using my review from a couple of years ago which I recycled as well...still the same list
• I'm too lazy to write a completely new review...I thought it would be funny to use this list again...I thought I should keep this tradition
And that's how you create a second post in one day. True story.
References:
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Generation >140c
Just like most of my colleague late twentiers, I am aware of the speed of time. Where the electronic development ran late with our needs a decade ago, it's now us having trouble to catch up. The latest electronic hype is Twitter. I am completely in the dark about how to use Twitter to its full advantage. Apparently, Twitter has umpteenth handy functionalities of which I found one, which is the most important one; sending messages into the world. I don't find it handy though, cause usually whatever I have to say runs on for more than 140 characters. This very blog is a good example; the intro alone has more than 140 characters, and I'm not even close to the end of my rant.
Another thing I miss is the functionality to order and archive messages send to me. On Twitter you follow and get followed (could there be a more stalkerish concept?). You see messages of all people you signed up to follow. All messages collect in one long string on your screen. There's no order to it, there is no saving to it and most messages are so incredible random and pointless, it could easily be left unsaid (untyped) in the first place. Also, the limitation of 140 characters often results in unreadable (to me) messages, because your victim is trying to cramp to many words into a too small window. And replies to messages make no sense to me, because I forgot the initial message, because I had to read through 20 other useless messages before I got to the reply.
And why exactly would you set up a tool just to primarly update people what you're doing? You could also do that on msn, or other regular chat tools and there the conversation flows, which it doesn't on Twitter. Or you can do it on a forum, and you can actually search back easy what the hell you have said. Just even if you really do use it the way it was primarly intended, you would need the whole day only to Twitter, because people are known to do several things in one day. First of, I don't think my friends are interested in when I'm traveling to work or taking a pee break. And second, a lot of my activities most of my followers don't need to know about.
You can connect other devices like mobile phones to Twitter so you can tweet from your phone. Hello phone bill! Hello people who really don't need to know my phone number and use it for advertisements I didn't ask for. Like I said before, you don't need to know what I'm doing any minute of the day. You can also hook Twitter up to facebook and other networking sites. This way even more people can stalk you.
Just a question back: Since when is it a good idea to vent your whole life to the public; the ones you know and the ones you don't know and never even met. I like to keep certain things a secret and other things private. If I need you to know something, I'll phone you or I'll e-mail you. And for those who are interested in more; Welcome to my blog. If phone and internet are out of service, I'll write you a letter. If you hear nothing from me for months, I'm probably just doing fine minding my own business.
This is a short blog, but try twittering it.
Another thing I miss is the functionality to order and archive messages send to me. On Twitter you follow and get followed (could there be a more stalkerish concept?). You see messages of all people you signed up to follow. All messages collect in one long string on your screen. There's no order to it, there is no saving to it and most messages are so incredible random and pointless, it could easily be left unsaid (untyped) in the first place. Also, the limitation of 140 characters often results in unreadable (to me) messages, because your victim is trying to cramp to many words into a too small window. And replies to messages make no sense to me, because I forgot the initial message, because I had to read through 20 other useless messages before I got to the reply.
And why exactly would you set up a tool just to primarly update people what you're doing? You could also do that on msn, or other regular chat tools and there the conversation flows, which it doesn't on Twitter. Or you can do it on a forum, and you can actually search back easy what the hell you have said. Just even if you really do use it the way it was primarly intended, you would need the whole day only to Twitter, because people are known to do several things in one day. First of, I don't think my friends are interested in when I'm traveling to work or taking a pee break. And second, a lot of my activities most of my followers don't need to know about.
You can connect other devices like mobile phones to Twitter so you can tweet from your phone. Hello phone bill! Hello people who really don't need to know my phone number and use it for advertisements I didn't ask for. Like I said before, you don't need to know what I'm doing any minute of the day. You can also hook Twitter up to facebook and other networking sites. This way even more people can stalk you.
Just a question back: Since when is it a good idea to vent your whole life to the public; the ones you know and the ones you don't know and never even met. I like to keep certain things a secret and other things private. If I need you to know something, I'll phone you or I'll e-mail you. And for those who are interested in more; Welcome to my blog. If phone and internet are out of service, I'll write you a letter. If you hear nothing from me for months, I'm probably just doing fine minding my own business.
This is a short blog, but try twittering it.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Spirits are UP!
It's been at least 3 years since I indulged myself in planet Mraz. A lot of things happened, on planet Mraz and in my personal life. I never really had the pleasure to say I grew up with an artist. I kind of came of age with Take That, but that only lasted from age 11 to age 14. That doesn't hold that much beef; I was just a kid at the start and still just a kid at the end. Take That was my first entertainment crush, and maybe, according to my mom, the most intense crush. After Take That I wandered around a little. I went from Acda & de Munnik (Dutch artists) to Queen (love of my life) to Monty Python, Kiefer Sutherland and Jude Cole. Except Queen, those were all just small crushes. Then a new era started with John Mayer and then finally to Jason. Yes, I said Queen is the love of my life. I can always go back to Queen and get excited all over again from time to time. The difference between my Queen love and Jason love is, during my Jason love I did some significant growing up. I think I can even say I did the growing up while Jason was doing some significant growing up. Queen was already out of exsistence when my love for Queen started. Therefore, I feel more sentimental with Jason's music than I do with Queen's.
We don't grow in the same direction, but we both did grow some wiser. It's a love/hate relationship. Sometimes intense, sometimes hardly exsisting. Even though we don't agree most of the times, he does inspire me to write or think and then write about stuff. He frustrates me or he lifts and cheers me up. Together we have some dynamic kind of relationship all exsisting in a non-exsisting way. I don't think he's even aware of our relationship, but he is some way or another. Not with my face and name to it. Well, maybe with my name to it, but I doubt that. He is aware of it in a professional kind of way. He knows I exsist in the way of seeing me when I stand in front of him asking for his autograph (that happened only once). He knows it when I buy his music or attend one of his shows. I'm a blend of faces and voices to him; one of the many. I don't care, I wouldn't want it any other way. Whatever we have won't ever survive as a full fletched relationship in voice and touch, face to face. We are two completely different characters. We will acknowledge, accept and respect each other, but we won't agree and bond. We would probably keep the idol-fan relationship and leave it at that. That's a good kind of relationship. Let's high five to that.
It's so much easier without the rest of his army behind him. There are no translaters or analysts of his words and lifestyle explaining it differently than he meant to say. There are no defenders defending something that needs no defence. There are no blind souls righting his wrongs. There's only my opinion and interpretation of his words. There are only his words and songs. Without them, we can do with our relationship whatever we want to do, without anyone dictating what to do. We know best and we do it fucking well! And we both know we are responsible for how we feed this relationship. When something goes wrong, it's our fault and no one elses. And I think we can look each other straight in the eye and say "I love you".
Jason, see u thursday. Let's have a party!
We don't grow in the same direction, but we both did grow some wiser. It's a love/hate relationship. Sometimes intense, sometimes hardly exsisting. Even though we don't agree most of the times, he does inspire me to write or think and then write about stuff. He frustrates me or he lifts and cheers me up. Together we have some dynamic kind of relationship all exsisting in a non-exsisting way. I don't think he's even aware of our relationship, but he is some way or another. Not with my face and name to it. Well, maybe with my name to it, but I doubt that. He is aware of it in a professional kind of way. He knows I exsist in the way of seeing me when I stand in front of him asking for his autograph (that happened only once). He knows it when I buy his music or attend one of his shows. I'm a blend of faces and voices to him; one of the many. I don't care, I wouldn't want it any other way. Whatever we have won't ever survive as a full fletched relationship in voice and touch, face to face. We are two completely different characters. We will acknowledge, accept and respect each other, but we won't agree and bond. We would probably keep the idol-fan relationship and leave it at that. That's a good kind of relationship. Let's high five to that.
It's so much easier without the rest of his army behind him. There are no translaters or analysts of his words and lifestyle explaining it differently than he meant to say. There are no defenders defending something that needs no defence. There are no blind souls righting his wrongs. There's only my opinion and interpretation of his words. There are only his words and songs. Without them, we can do with our relationship whatever we want to do, without anyone dictating what to do. We know best and we do it fucking well! And we both know we are responsible for how we feed this relationship. When something goes wrong, it's our fault and no one elses. And I think we can look each other straight in the eye and say "I love you".
Jason, see u thursday. Let's have a party!
Monday, June 15, 2009
No More
It's a little hard to keep it up. After three years of fighting I'm getting worn out. When did it stop being about the music?
One thing I have to agree on: There's no way winning this fight.
ETA: I just missed a trend. I shall now retreat and let them have it.
John Mayer: MSM vs. Anti-Local-83
Jason Mraz: RKOP vs. PORK
One thing I have to agree on: There's no way winning this fight.
ETA: I just missed a trend. I shall now retreat and let them have it.
John Mayer: MSM vs. Anti-Local-83
Jason Mraz: RKOP vs. PORK
Monday, June 8, 2009
RKOP vs PORK vs Me
This Needs a Blog Today
I've got an actual invite to join PORK!!! Me, the anti-RKOP-er and refuser to suck up and lick JTM's ass or kiss his feet for that matter. Yes, those are all valid features to join the club of the Official anti-RKOP. Still, I don't belong there. I would kick their ass as hard as I would RKOP's. Apparently, they don't realize I find them just as ridiculous as RKOP. My eyes are watering of laughter when thinking I am the one to get an invitation from them. It's like being invited to join RKOP's Weets. I'm a bitch all right, but I'm NOT a Weet.
What would I add. I would add honesty. I would laugh at their comments on RKOP while I tell the RKOP-ers to go fuck themselves, or the other way around. I would point out where they're not right, unfair, narrow minded and should shut up; pretty much like on RKOP. I would tell them how ridiculous they are, and with them me, for being a member of a group that solely exsists to shoot another community.
This was the private message I found in my yuku inbox:
Well Greg, I think I don't belong in PORK, because...
1) I think creating a community only to talk bad about another community is ridiculous.
2) I don't agree on all of PORK's ideas, statements and opinions.
3) PORK is just as ridiculous as RKOP itself.
4) I don't feel the need.
But sure I'll join, just to tell you off.
I've got an actual invite to join PORK!!! Me, the anti-RKOP-er and refuser to suck up and lick JTM's ass or kiss his feet for that matter. Yes, those are all valid features to join the club of the Official anti-RKOP. Still, I don't belong there. I would kick their ass as hard as I would RKOP's. Apparently, they don't realize I find them just as ridiculous as RKOP. My eyes are watering of laughter when thinking I am the one to get an invitation from them. It's like being invited to join RKOP's Weets. I'm a bitch all right, but I'm NOT a Weet.
What would I add. I would add honesty. I would laugh at their comments on RKOP while I tell the RKOP-ers to go fuck themselves, or the other way around. I would point out where they're not right, unfair, narrow minded and should shut up; pretty much like on RKOP. I would tell them how ridiculous they are, and with them me, for being a member of a group that solely exsists to shoot another community.
This was the private message I found in my yuku inbox:
"Hi Wiwik, Just a quick question. Why do you think you do not belong in PORK? I
think you do. Greg"
Well Greg, I think I don't belong in PORK, because...
1) I think creating a community only to talk bad about another community is ridiculous.
2) I don't agree on all of PORK's ideas, statements and opinions.
3) PORK is just as ridiculous as RKOP itself.
4) I don't feel the need.
But sure I'll join, just to tell you off.
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