Let’s meet!

I’ve been back in the Netherlands for quite some time now, and it’s been nice. Nice to know how things work, nice to know how to get things done, and nice to not to be laughed at for strange habits that don’t fit with how other people do things. But today, today I realized I’m still not back to my full Dutch self. I ran into two friends who said how’s the new house? Welcome to the neighborhood! And we should meet up sometimes!

To which I thought, but luckily didn’t say out loud, yes, some night next week would be good.

Because what they said was we’re having a barbecue on the 19th of May, want to join?

The nineteenth of May. That’s more than a month away. And they already know what time and place. My surprise made me realize I’ll probably never get back to my full Dutch self.

I believe this is what we call ironic

When a video against Israeli propaganda and advocating Palestinian resistance has (google) ads at the end for 'Israeli Law' (Litigation, Commercial, Diplomatic Serving Governments and Businesses), and for 'Israel private tour guides', for customized tours to discover Israel’s secret addresses and tips.

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Yes, I believe that’s what we call ironic.

Digital Parenting Priorities

Overheard at university: ‘My dad says I should drink less, judging from my facebook-pictures.’

‘Well I didn’t hear from my dad for a while until one day he called and said ‘you have a spelling mistake in your last blog-post”.’

In het sonnetjen

Jaren geleden (in 1994!) las ik in de krant het volgende gedichtje:

POESJE LIEF

Onse poes lag in het sonnetjen
Hij dag ik ga is prambere ov ik ken jonge
En hij prambeerde hut en hut gong

Door wie het geschreven is (ongetwijfeld een jong kind) weet ik niet, maar ik vind het nogsteeds een prachtig gedicht. En onze kat is weliswaar gesteriliseerd, maar ik moet er toch altijd even aan denken als ik haar daar zo lekker in het zonnetje zie liggen...