kagablog

the hug is an american invention (pushed forward by usa-talkshows; ie sharing your personal dirt on national tv)..created by uptight white people to display their non realistic affection for each other or as it sometimes happens for strangers..displaying warm physique affection as the new status quo when you don’t want to, but you do; because that’s how it’s supposed to be done.. is frightening, uptight and therefore as cold as locking yourself inside a freezer..

the hug or the group hug where a whole group is recycling their body warmth and odours gives me the chills

i am probably in need of a hug myself

anyone?

im not an expert,but i also have the nokia n95..and i love it. its such a toy. everywhere i go,i make photos,my children use it to shoot little films,i have internet wifi..i often upload the photo directly from my phone to my flickr account. the cam features are easy to use,the photos and film look great,two days ago i was going out,and my phone fell out of my bag,down the stone stairs..i was convinced it was broke..but it works…its a chunky lovely gadget

FEAR

Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive.
Fear of falling asleep at night.
Fear of not falling asleep.
Fear of the past rising up.
Fear of the present taking flight.
Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night.
Fear of electrical storms.
Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!
Fear of dogs I’ve been told won’t bite.
Fear of anxiety!
Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend.
Fear of running out of money.
Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this.
Fear of psychological profiles.
Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else.
Fear of my children’s handwriting on envelopes.
Fear they’ll die before I do, and I’ll feel guilty.
Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine.
Fear of confusion.
Fear this day will end on an unhappy note.
Fear of waking up to find you gone.
Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough.
Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love.
Fear of death.
Fear of living too long.
Fear of death.

I’ve said that

—Raymond Carver

I have a new job,i work somewhere in the 9 straatjes,in a shop. I keep on working these jobs;I loathe working so much. Its useless,no point,just to pay the bills. I often talk with my friend;willemijn who is my collega now. She feels pressure in having to answer these:'’He,hoe gaat die met jouw? Alles goed,wat doe je nou?'’ questions with something interesting. I dont feel that pressure at all,and sometimes i wonder if its wrong. I just dont have that drive. How ironic it is to live in this country,to be so incredibly dutch and feel so alienated by all these dutch people. When I wrote this down I remembered,that I once a long time ago walked the streets with you,somewhere in Pijp. I looked like shit,unwashed,skinny,stoned.And I ran into someone from the past..She said:'’He,hoe issie? Dussse wat doe je nou zoal'’..And I replied:'’Niets,ik doe he-le-maal niets'’ And I left,and she looked shocked..And it felt wonderful..Its also strange how people are willing to talk,and its about nothing. When you try to open up,to be really honest,they just dont care and viceversa. Talk is overrated. I just wanted to give you the Henry link,and now I typed in nothing..a bunch of words..Just like talking,almost like:'’He kaggie,hoe issie nou? Hoe gaat het nou met je? Wat doe je zoal?'’ etc,etc

Art: Umbrella Art

Keep an eye out this Saturday for extraordinary looking umbrellas. UmbrellART, an ‘international road show’ by art collective Xstreets, will have its members strolling around town, showing off 40 unique hand-made umbrellas by domestic and international artists. The collective aims to take art out to the streets so that it’s accessible to everyone. Some of the artistic contributors include fashion designer Merel Boers, graffiti legend Zimad and renowned street poet Laser 3.14 as well as kagablog’s very own andrea stuyversant. The umbrella tour starts at 15.30 on the Nieuwmarkt and ends at 18.00 at Chiel van Zelst’s gallery Chiellerie, where the collection will be on display for a week. (Isabel Serval) Chiellerie, Daily 14.00-18.00, free. Until 9 October.