So Heidi’s mom, right? She piles up dead dogs on a wheelchair and then walks them to the children’s section of the cemetery.
After which she goes to the forest and dances around garlic. Not always, but on sundays and only once a month.

The tombstones, so she tells me are in fact the actual graves. I’ll explain, she explains: When the kids die, they (the parents or whoever is responsible)
lay them (the children) flat on the floor, in a mold, arms spread, like a cross, and then pour concrete in the mold.
a tombstone, looking exactly like and actually being the child.

Then like with the paper dress up dolls, they come on the weekends and dress up the stones. big flat cardboard style clothing items are attached.
Hello Kitty, woody woodpecker and snoopy sweaters. Sunglasses and Van Halen jeans jackets and it’s fun for all and everyone smiles and is happy.

for taxidermy there’s different rules. that’s only for animals. It sort of goes the same as usual, but you get to focus on the specifics that you loved most, or that you will miss most.
For example, you were loving running with your dog, so you just keep the legs. but then you’d alter it and extend the tail to 7 meters.
So you can swing it around or lower it from the window using it’s teeth as a hook (provided that you keep the grill) to hang your
front door keys from in case someone’s at the front door and you don’t want them to ring the doorbell in case that reminds you of the dog barking too much and you hated that.

see?

Hi person at production company ,

Is it my email program or have you just not replied to any of my emails?
Just curious, cause when you told me to email you, i assumed you would reply at least once.
But then again, assumption is the mother of all fuck ups,
so i’ll just blame it on my email program, or my misspelling of your email address,
in which case, you will probably not get this email either.
If by any chance i miraculously all of a sudden have correctly spelled your email address,
then please, let me know so we can start off where we left on the original email.

Henk

I went on facebook and saw a video posted by Andre Kelly Breda, it was Liquid Liquid- “Cavern” 1983. I thought it was ok, not a low ok, but an ok from the upper level i have to say. The producer’s name in the description reminded me of an old professor i had at Montclair State University in 1996. Filmmaking. Michael Siporin. So i googled him after i visited the producer’s website first. I found a page of an old classmate of him from 1962. Grant Maclaren He created the page in honor of him. It taught me more about him than i knew, but there were also things i had experienced with him that were mine, personal. I thought of those moments for a while and remembered how impressed I was when i first saw his work. On the site’s homepage, there was a house for sale, probably his house.(Grant Maclaren I assumed). I scanned thru all the pictures of the house, even the wildlife around and the floor plans. It was in Missouri and close to Echo Lake. Being from Europe I’m not all that familiar with all states and topography. I found out thru the picture that it snows there. I don’t like snow, so my interest was gone. I then decided to write this.

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=132040770144015

The World Cup is being held in South Africa and everybody is making money… except ordinary South Africans.
In fact, they are not allowed to sell anything that has the words “South Africa” and/or “2010″ on it.
Street vendors are being fined and arrested, small stores are closed.
All this to make sure McDonalds, Coca Cola, Adidas, Budweiser and other huge companies can make even more money.
How can you make a difference?

1. If you are going to South Africa don’t buy any official FIFA merchandise

2. If you are staying at home don’t buy anything from the official sponsors. List can be found here http://www.fifa.com/worldcup/organisation/partners/index.html

3. Get your Facebook friends to join this group.

If one of your friends is going to the world cup, he or she can make an actual difference there.
If not, we can all influence the big companies, they hate bad publicity.

Please join this group and tell your friends.
Enjoy the World Cup.

It’s ours, not theirs.

http://www.imaginingmozambique.com/
starting next week on the 27th of august in amsterdam at maxalot gallery.
some funny, some beautiful but all inspiring work.(of course with a print by yours truly:-)
profits of the prints sold will go to ASEM, a non-profit organization that helps the children of Mozambique.
so simply put: go check it out and put your money where your mouth is.

One of our goldfish is dying, the little dude. we call them “de gasten” which means “the dudes” in dutch.the day before yesterday he started sinking to the bottom, non active with big open eyes.
i actually love my fish, strange as it may sound to many people. And it pains me to see that the last 2 days he’s been laying there, breathing heavily and trying to maintain, while i’m looking for cures and answers that seem to be (as so often when concerning animals) non existent or at least very non uniform. i just hope he’s not scared. Im in the jury for cinekid, rating websites and video games and what not,one of the last ones being “i am a vet”. how ironic. On monday i put on my amsterdam T shirt. It was a gift from Stefano’s parents. after he died, a few years ago. he was young and healthy. there was no rhyme or reason to his death.
i thought about it for a good hour that day and reflecting on death thru an amsterdam shirt, my thoughts go as wild as anyone’s. weirdly enough i recalled that i saw someone drown in front of me when his boat was run over and that made me think of how i wanted to launch radio controlled shark fins in the river . I wondered if Guy Champney would be into doing that with me since we never got around to dressing up the standing stone art piece on the Overtoom as a big human heart. Then, the day after that, two people died. Jan, a colleague of kelli, i didnt know him that well, besides the few beers i had with him and that he remembered my name way before i did his and Guy Champney, also a colleague of kelli, but whom i considered a friend as well. alltho our plans of getting closer never made it far enough, life was too short, if we would have only known how short.We exchanged emails on animations and which parts we liked the best and for what reason. Named birds and their sounds and on every occasion we saw each other kissed, hugged and planned to , after finishing the conversation we were in to go hang out. we’d also always just miss each other and would send a message ; dude, where are you. why did you leave so early?There is no profoundness in any of my words, many people have expressed all of our feelings way better than i possibly could. I usually insist that life is lovely, but i find it difficult to find that right now. What i’ m certain of tho, is that tonight i am sleeping with a Dude and a Guy.

I leave ad folders at the front door so i can make drunk notes when i come home at night. when a student, i used to be able to say “when i come home drunk” regardless of day or night. Since then the world has changed. The Croatian taxi driver we rang from the festival we were at tells us all about it. how most people need to have two jobs now to get by since the Yugoslavia debacle. I hope that the two girls we picked up at the hotel made him some unexpected extra cash. I figured he was somewhat of a freak at first. Skids his wheels just a little too often, takes turns quite fast and unexpectedly. His phone rings and he asks me to pick it up for him, while telling me bout his wife and 3 children and how he needs to do all this for his one kid in college.It reminds me of the ride i took with the two smack junkies who took me to my studio for 10 euro cause i had to get there for a meeting at 2 in the morning. They totally got lost , but it made the ride that much more fun. wtf, why do i plan meetings at 2 in the morning?
ah well, late nights. a few weeks ago on my way home (you see i do always make it home in the end), while fighting the faces of other people and late night munchies over my last drink, passing 3 motorcycle cops having it out for one dude on a vespa, (granted he looked like a dick) i saw this posse of guys n dolls on a bridge. i figured something’s happening, cause i always like to think something’s happening, they looked ridiculous to me. all dressed up but not quite being the part. was it a fight? a riot? nah, just a party trying to get a taxi. But my thoughts are all geared up now, i bike on. A sheet of gold leaf paper on the sidewalk; i expect something to happen, like a bomb explosion. not quite. But the moment i pass it, the lights in the house right next to me switch off. that’s something i figured and alltho it’s really not that interesting to others, it is to me. And alltho it’s not that much happening really, it makes me excited enough to realize that sleep should become obsolete. And alltho sleep might be considered the cherry on the cake for many people after a hard days work, who gives a fuck about the cherry if there’s no cake to start with.

Paul needs to lay of the coca cola a little bit. That’s what i have to say about it.
woke up to the alarm clock on my phone that was strangely enough set to 9:11 am.
a healthy dose of rum and beer and the awkward 911 with the word alarm underneath makes for a rude awakening.
fortunately there’s sun and the strawberries on the terrace get bigger and redder everyday.
and a minute ago i searched for poison dart on my hard drive only to stumble upon this beautiful random conversation between me and mathieu:
someday
son
soon
i mean
ahah
ok dad
think so too
do some serious drinking besides the coffee
3:42 PMwater
is what i do
best
with a splash of bourbon
very good!
3:43 PMhas your grilfriend forgiven us for takin you hostage
for a week
bourbon and rum are my poison
yep, she was most weirded out by the beard
still smokin ur pipe?
that malcom grew?
malcolm
yep it s here
3:44 PMgood to get the stress out
keep m smoking!
ssssshhht: top secret

3:45 PMDirect Instant Message session started

filled under a for awesome
what s it for?
the debitel ad?
hahah, i cant tell you
or the new lost season
but its pretty bad dont you think?
3:46 PMwell
i don t judge too quickly
prison break season 4,
is it moving?
lost
alone on alcatraz
my interest
never watched it
its moving yes

Today’s missed photo opp; an old dude in a wheelchair, him sporting a pair of mega headphones and the chair sporting a wheelie bar.to use the word awesome agin would not do it justice but i cant come up with something better; awesome. So i plunged into return to the blue lagoon, very un awesome. motherfuck, that was bad. alltho mila jovovich is adorable to watch, the whole film stinks of rating censorship, no budget semi suspense and a tale so loosely based on the original book that my tropical dreams were shattered for at least a good day or 3. i tried captain morgan’s elixer, but it was difficult. shame on them. Occipital Lobe. Last night went to a drink, my friends weren’t around so i go home early, not a bad thing, just very unexpected. I noticed that i struggle with normal conversation sometimes, it’s just weird to me. More weird than trying to explain wat’s so cool about some things. More weird than pointing at stuff and then at some other stuff and say: see? that makes sense, right? To a lot of them it doesnt tho and that makes life so extremely difficult sometimes, not warzone, refugee camp, famine, earthquake difficult, but the simpler kind of difficult. when i typed the word fuck, the system gave me two proposals for words: duck and rich. Now that’s riching sad.

So after 25 years and immediately feeling like an absolute pervert for watching the blue lagoon and loving it, i cant help but preparing to dive straight into : return to the blue lagoon.
and already knowing that this version will be more appropriate for our times, i cant help to wonder how that all went down. if im correct they started covering up cleavage in comics in the 40’s, as some kick start for the suffocating practice they called the postwar 50’s. then in the 60’s shit broke in half and the world was confused, dividing us into clothed and naked. the 70’s allowed us to finally all give in to the curious beast we had been pretending non existent for about 100 years and then from there on in we have gradually gotten to the point where networks spend 50k a week to post out too obvious nipples in (for a reason) tight blouses of power women and blurring out butt cracks showing out of low hanging jeans.
That said, i’m very happy that the younger generation does not seem to be bothered by it, that generation that seemed to have so far massively chosen to (if they could) vote for the PVV.
another one of those great parties that prove the incompetence of adults anyway, so maybe it’s all for the better.
Let’s all hide everything, vote retard and not give a fuck. That should put a damper on terrorism. be warned tho, that while writing i’m listening to the cramps and simon and garfunkel. A musical toy with dying batteries next to me. So in many ways, life doesnt get much better than this.