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song of the day

I’m a little slow. This just made it on my radar. Even though it was already on my mp3 player.

lcd soundsystem – all my friends

Zürich

These shoes mean an awful lot to me. So what were they doing in the bottom of the armoire, getting moldy?

Mom, these are the shoes you bought me for college graduation. I remember I knew what I wanted – a pair of Birkenstocks. Expensive shoes they were back then, to me, and even though I certainly could have bought them myself, they always seemed to be more than I was willing to pay for something that was a luxury and just for myself. That habit I still have. It’s why I don’t have a Wii yet. Well, one of the reasons. Anyway, thanks. They were just right.

Dad, I remember those loafers of yours you kept patching together. Sorry I made fun of you for doing that. These have a lot of glue keeping the cork together now. I can probably make them go another twenty years. Well, if I clean the mold off.

A follows B

I seem to do things a bit bass ackwards.  I moved to the Netherlands, and then sorted out staying here. I got a job and then took a class on how to do it. I’ve been to a blog meetup first and met some other expat Amsterdam bloggers, and now I’m getting started on my blog. It was good to catch up with  Andy, who I used to work with and haven’t seen in years, and to meet Anita, Angela and Mats, Hannie and Jason, Haley and her boyfriend, and John. Thanks to Amanda for setting things up.  We only talked briefly with everyone else who was there.  Next time, I’ll have to mix it up!  The Gollem has great beers, but it is tiny and I was happy caught on the bench.

My new beginning is to crawl out of my shell a bit and get back into doing things in the world.  It’s not like I’m a total hermit, but the things I do besides work eat sleep, repeat, have been dwindling. My routine needs a bit of shaking up. Or at least added to.  I’d like to add the following: lap swimming, more house cleaning (really), two more things in the what-to-cook-for-dinner repetoire that don’t involve pasta, work on my French vocabulary a bit more, bake things, blog.  One down, kind of.