Tag Archives: Amsterdam

Dumb questions asked in a Dutch smart shop last Easter

Posted on March 24, 2017 by

The day after I got back from Amsterdam the sun came out and my mom and I took the dog for a walk in the woods in the nearby town Bietigheim, while the kids went to a circus. All the … Continue reading →

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Listening to the band Suicide in a Peet’s coffeeshop in the suburbs, Redmond

Posted on February 21, 2017 by

I didn’t like the band Suicide before I heard them because I didn’t like their name, and when I saw the album art I liked them even less, it was the name Suicide made to look like it’d been carved … Continue reading →

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How the mist filled the valley in the morning with the light coming through

Posted on October 2, 2016 by

Though it’s a Saturday there’s no one at the lake, just some birds on the shore bathing, a kids’ soccer game with shouting in the distance but it’s muted, it goes in and out with the wind. I can sit … Continue reading →

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Some may say I’m wishing my days away

Posted on April 23, 2016 by

On Saturdays we only play reggae. I set the iPod by genre, select All, and it starts with Augustus Pablo, 1 of 275 songs, and ends with Serge Gainsbourg. It takes all day. When Laurent and his family were here … Continue reading →

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Just Like Billy Pilgrim’s Blues, Amsterdam

Posted on March 25, 2016 by

I came unstuck in time again and reappeared 20 years later pawing the glass on some Argentinian steakhouse window in the Red Light district with a bull’s head in the window convinced I’d been there before. Two days in Amsterdam … Continue reading →

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Strange dreams on a boat crossing the North Sea

Posted on October 28, 2015 by

In the cocktail lounge at dusk as the boat’s engines are starting, there’s an empty stage planned for live entertainment later, and Walking on the Moon playing, and it seems every song is made just for us and our journey … Continue reading →

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Red Virginia Creeper

Posted on October 25, 2015 by

Sitting in Laurent’s kitchen over an old farmhouse table he’s trying to describe what Capon means, the castrated cock he cooked the last time we were here in Metz around Christmas, and when he says castrated cock he suddenly looks … Continue reading →

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