Best Birthday Wish so far...

Happy birthday, Mauricio!

Congratulations to your parents for producing such a specimen and to you for sticking around.

I wish you to finish all your papers, to write your thesis, to get salves of prizes from the reviewers, to get your degree, to move out of Groningen, to start your own company, earn the money, and to enjoy in health.

by Marko Seslija.

Virgilio

Virgilio is characterized by three things: using a green scarf all over the year, his big smile, and his patience. Very true! Though people always confuse him with a coat hanger, he never stops smiling.
According his closest friends, he got his green scarf after a little girl has forgot it in his antlers together with a polka dot umbrella. Coincidence or not, Virgilio currently works on a office of lost objects where he aspires to become the manager someday.
But in the life of this deer, not everything is work and confusion. Virgilio loves watching 1920's silent movies, jazz, and taking snapshots with an old polaroid he inherited from his father. His next project is to mount an exhibition of photographs of objects that people forget in his head.

Original post by Mari

Dancing

Blurry windows,
two eyes to watch the sky;
darker and darker night of autumn,
so much rain, but still warmth inside;
and one life and no more,
to understand what is outside.

It is a rainy Saturday night and I am getting ready for dancing at the Platform. I still remember those occasions I have visited this Latin place with my Mexican and Arubian friends. This time I am going alone. It is not bad at all. Old friends continue the journey and then space and time for new ones are born. I am pretty sure I will make some new ones tonight. You do not know the power of Merengue. Still the question is: Why do people get involved in such a hurry to get friends? Loneliness perhaps. I do not fell alone anyway.

Sometimes I feel I should stay even more time in this four walls and triangular roof in order to read more. Then I will express my ideas in a more clearly way for instance. Anyway,  today I want to go out. In general I read in somewhere that best ideas come while taking a shower, shitting, or having breakfast. Dancing, in my own experience, works pretty good also.

I have had a kind of difficult week. Still remember that on the 27th of October I have got ideas and I have wrote them down. Ideas relate to my work. I thought I just came across a new approach to solve a math problem I have been working with. Three days of drafts, and dirty white boards after, I found myself in such a labyrinth that even there the Ovid's Minotaur will get lost. Need to work harder and that is what I am going to do on Monday.

Is there a conclusion for this post? I do not know... yet.

Tip of the day

If it is rainy and windy, do not, I repeat, do not try to sip your hot coffee. It is folly. Your tongue, lips, and in general your shirt will appreciate it.

Groetjes,

Catching up

I still remember that morning of October 27. Pigeons cooing, cormorants and albatrosses stalking at the first farmers and butchers at the Vismarkt. It was a cold morning of autumn and no clouds dancing in the blue sky. Phenomena extremely weird in the north of the Netherlands. Okay, the last description is trite. I am a beginner, what do you expect mamacita? As I was saying, the seabirds and the air rats are obviously not the reason why I remember that specific morning. The reason is a series of (un)fortunate events that has followed immediately after.
It was early, about 6am. I could not sleep more because of some calculations frustrations which origin dates since I have started my PhD. Those frustrations are messing around my head. And suddenly I felt it. Firstly it was a  strange sensation walking up and down on my spine. Further my mind was completely blocked by the last of the last idea...

To be continued...

Expressionless

So many things in common: anime, Japan, movies, parties, food, friends, websites, traveling, books, porn, dirty sex, and even dancing. After years together we understand each other perfectly. For instance, in front of many situations I have expressionless face. I'm just like that. I still don't know why. A childhood trauma perhaps? You tell me, you are the professional. Then, people don't understand what is in my mind. People in general, even my mother, think I am a extremely serious person. You are not like that people. You can already read my face even if I just don't move. You can see if I am happy, sad, flirting, thoughtful or worried. The only thing you need is to read, not just my face, but my body language in general. But the relationship goes beyond than the above... 


To be continued...

Spying at the neighbour

Gabino was living alone, very alone. The apartment was giving him a limited view: his window faced another one, at the moment unoccupied; six months went by before she, that redhead with naughty hairstyle, has arrived. Every morning he saw her walking with a towel after her shower. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He observed her when she was taking her clothes off, when she was singing. He loved to see her when she was looking at herself in the mirror with his unresisting attitude, and his day was illuminated as soon as he imagined conversations in her room. He wanted to ask her out. He wanted to meet her, to see her doing all of the above in front of him. But it was not long before she invited someone else in. Gabino had no choice but to close his roller blinds. Unfortunately he could not stop listening to her.

Original post in Spanish by Isidora Cousiño