Lessons in

... How to destroy a brand....

- Have a bunch of 50 year old people with no experience in branding, or feelings or idea about the definition of "alignment" get together in a room and do a dance I like to call the "political hot shoe shuffle", while simulataneously waving their dicks in the air at any chance they get.


... How to lose career confidence....

- Sit in a room with people of above nature and realise that whoever screams louder and for longer will get what they want. End of story.


... How to blow off some steam....

- Go to Karnivale in Cologne and just pretend for 30 hours that none of this matters when it really really grates on you.

The little jokes the city plays

I was cycling around the city yesterday on my day off, and I rode past the Westerkerk which is right near the Anne Frank house.

It was chiming a little tune, and while I was speeding down the street, dodging tourists, gliding past the canals, the tinkling followed me.

I tried to place the song and melody.

Then, I swore that I had it worked out.

"Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole.

Very suiting since it was Valentines day.

The new direction from the usual

"The day your life changes starts off like any other day..."

This is a quote from something I watched and I can't remember what.

But ain't that the beauty of magic?

Appears out of nowhere, stems from the seed of things planted ambiguously,or unintentionally, and the universe just went to work behind your back while you ate dinner, took showers, drank beer and slept a little.

Yours sincerely

"..., May the muses embrace you."

The wish author Norman Mailer had for Salman Rushdie, in a letter of encouragement that he wrote.

Je ne l'aime pas.

It comes in waves.

But when it comes, it's quite a strong feeling.

It passes, but it returns often.

The annoyance I get when I realise my mother was wrong and should have let me take French in highschool instead of Chinese.

Which I failed.

Even though I regularly cheated.

Everything cool is either German or French.

Bah!