vrijdag 31 december 2010

Where were you the day ...

Where were you that day? No... not the day you heard the nose of Michael Jackson died (You do know it was his nose performing the last couple of years, his body had already left us quiet some time ago, while scientists wonder if there ever was a brain present?). Of course I mean the day you heard one of all time greatest pop stars, with an incredible voice the best lip-sync'er ever, left us to meet the great Daddy Cool... yes the day that Bobby Farrel died. I was at the location the news was being made... I watched the interview with pop icon Ad Visser giving his zen vision about the early departure of Bobby. A real TopPop moment, Yeah!


Ad proved to be the ultimate professional. In between the TopPop museum decor pieces amidst the visitors (average age around 12, not counting he brain of Michael Jackson) of the Media Museum (we set a new record today... I am finally in the books for posterity), amidst middle aged men trying to capture this moment on the phone-u-can't-use-to-phone, under the lighting provided by a 10 year old who needed to keep fiddling with some decor-piece keyboard to stop the lights from dimming, Ad obviously fighting his tears (he must be wearing these ridiculous glasses for some reason), he kept his cool and gave the interview of his live... to bad almost everything was cut.


Ad in hairier days... even I had hair like that once...


Of course we were here also to watch radio being made, the annual Top 2000 of all time being aired.



At one moment my girl (all though not at that particular moment in time) even initiated a wave in support for poor Raggel on a dramatic Hazes song ...


... we had the alcohol as excuse (there is no denying my fingerprint on the glass)...

And if Ad, the beer at the Top2000 cafe or the radio DJ wasn't enough entertainment for each present brand new record holder, the Media Museum is hosted in an architectural masterpiece, more then enough to keep you busy.



woensdag 29 december 2010

I shouldn't be alive ...

... exactly that is how many men feel after they happily joined spent quality outlet time were forced in to joining there spouse during a holidays outlet frenzy. It turns out that many men have a deep rooted survival mode... it can be easily observed in any of these shoppingmalls from hell.

The root cause of it all is the female of the species... here captured in it's natural habitat, in between the racks in an outlet during a sale... the facial expression tells it all.


At the locations were the battle for sales is the hottest, inside the caves and in between the shelves ful of goodies, it's best to make yourselves as small and unobtrusive as possible, it is even best to have your back covered, you can use anything for that...

Another survival tactic is to just keep out of the way and try your best impersonation of a mule. To not completely go insane over time it is best to carry something on yourselves to keep you distracted from the frenzy...


Try to best use whatever is available... a clothing rack out of the mainstream tussle can be used as a back cover and/or to support yourselves during these tiring times...

... the more experienced guys can use it as support and at the same time even call their friends to share in their pain.


There are of course places, like lingerie shops, where it is best to immediately retract yourselves after entering... stay as close to the door as possible... do not, I repeat, do NOT go anywhere near the changing rooms...

Of course, their are some men with an abnormal E-Quotient rating, who will try their best to support their opposite halve, but even they will eventually fall pray. We observed an example during our outing at this years Christmas sales at this outlet. The poor guy below even saw his offspring being dragged in to it. Spot the differences... this fellow is doing his best to mentally support his woman and even plays the mule part extremely well...

... then the wife checks in on him for a second...


... just shocking what this guy has to experience, how can he ever be a fierce warier example for his little son again... this will haunt him for the rest of his feeble live.

Sometimes, we can observe the exception to the rule, most of the times in the only hardware store available, or like this time, in a sports shoe store, a warn down female!


But even then, she looks way better of then these poor sods who clearly have given up all hope.



Another more daring survival technique, at the risk of hypothermia or being mugged, is to hide in plane sight, right outside the entrance.


Like in the animal world, safety in numbers applies as well.


It is always good to be aware of the movements of your other halve, but of course try to keep out of sight, like demonstrated very well by the specimen below.


There are always some hotspots that are favored by many... so competition is fierce and these spots never stay empty for long.



Any spot can become a hotspot, even a location out in the very open, where the defeated may start to gather and just stand there will-lessly and wallow... perhaps thinking of better days...


Again, the rule to have something at hand to keep the mind sane helps.


As it was inside, at the outside locations the more experienced guys can be spotted easily.


As are the specimens that will probably not survive the day.



There normally are only two occasions at which the female becomes a bit more vulnerable, but it may turn out she becomes more dangerous as well, one is feeding time. When she turns snappy, starts to increase the mental abuse (it may even turn physical)... it probably is time to shove some calories into the top opening. Feeding locations will definitely be provided at these places.

Kind of typical that at a clothing outlet the feeders just wear a table cloth.

The other moment when you might spot a weakness is when nature calls (no not another sale). But most men will have given up the fight by now and just stand there and wait to suffer their fate.

It is only at the very end of the day, when all there primal needs (like shoes, shirts, shoes, stockings, shoes, jackets and... shoes) are fulfilled that the female may take a pause.

Some even look a bit worn out.


And some got even more then they bargained for...

... buy a jacket... kid for free.

[ No shoes were harmed during creation of this blog entry! ]

donderdag 23 december 2010

maandag 20 december 2010

Gorillas in the snow


Some Russian dude in a gorilla suite (it's probably pleasingly warm, I'll give him that), trying to relieve another Russian dude (who looked like he could mistake the layer of snow for a blanket of coke) from his fag... The gorilla just emptied his soap(beer)box... and if he saw you trying to take a picture without donating your lifesavings to the Russian mob... he would weaponize his really big banana...

zondag 19 december 2010

A minor inconvenience




All shot from inside the car, whilst in an enormous traffic-infarct, that resulted in a 6 mile drive to last more then two hours. On the first sight of some of those mushy snowflakes, Dutch car drivers loose the ability to locate their gas pedal. They freeze, just like the roads they occupy with their completely obsolete city 4WD's. They suddenly seem to have lost all will to move along... a bit like our government.

Yeah!

'De Dijk', live at Paradiso, Amsterdam.

Circus


The World Christmas Circus in Carré, Amsterdam. Never seen a clown hit on so many women in such a short time. He must be good at it since he supposedly won a golden clown.

zondag 28 november 2010

SM's

A fitting name for this museum since it definitely can be regarded as SM visiting some of the current expositions in the SM's. The final exposition we visited was really abysmal, although that is way to fancy word for it... what gave it away really, was that for all the expositions, I was not allowed to carry my bag, it had to be locked away, BEFORE I entered, but for this last encore of Art, I was urged to bring my bag... like they wanted to get rid of something...


The appearance outside was already a bit worrying... but he... it's Art!


Once inside though... this exposition didn't really elevate itself over the first downwards spiraling impressions... the top right pillar just showcased a brushed metal box that looked like something Eric Lucassen on occasion used to stick his dick in to practice shoving it down letterboxes to tick of his neighbours... the rest... up until now... I do not know what it was supposed to be...


... no matter the angle of view... the minimalistic surroundings - an abandoned office building at the point of collapse - did not add to the collection either... or maybe it did...


... we stumbled across some Art on a wall...


.. and some more Art on another wall... fittingly entitled 'The story of the sad tulip'...


... and there was some 'live' Art... green moss covered bricks piled up on the floor...


... under - in regular intervals - an active sprinkler... don't you tell me this ain't Art... at least it gave us a smile...


... this was definitely the highlight of this exposition... it at least had the faint scent of some simple form of art...


... and there was some hovering Art as well... I felt like I watched what no men had watched before... I am not even sure it was dead (Jim)...at least I guess it's definitely become Art now because I photographed it...

...and there was more, like yellow post-its with some cheesy sentences ('I am really a post-it!') written on them,... a dark room with some leaky sour drainage... although this might have just been an actual leaky sour drainage.

To top it off... leaving this exposition, just outside the collapsing building... some lady walking her dog was trying to make sure the dog had really done his thing... by sticking her finger in the dog his... yup really... the four legged friend must have felt like a dude from the Dutch Antilles arriving at Schiphol Airport...


Nope... this wasn't Art... it was the best thing on display this afternoon... a cheese cake I ordered at the Italian restaurant inside the museum.

(In all fairness, the exposition of Martha Rosler was survivable.)