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Nihilism

Today, I received a strange visitor called nihilism. His bleak appearance and slow, decisive gait exerted a strange fascination on me, so I decided to follow him on the street after he left. I followed nihilism into an alleyway, where a beautiful woman's face smiled at me with the promise of a thousand futures, but ...

Not what you do professionally but what can entertain you defines who you are.

Spraakherkenning

Op een mooie donderdag begaf ik mij naar de zakenwijk Gangnam voor het opnemen van mijn stemgeluid. In de metro overwon ik het cynisme dat de kop opstak, over het feit dat ik na 'al die jaren' mijn geld verdien met mijn Bataafse tongval in plaats van mijn academische vaardigheden. De zon scheen en ik ...

Meditation on humor

Breathe in. Think of the ridiculousness of life, the absurdity of existence, mortal or otherwise, the laughable preoccupations of breathing animals, the inane schemes devised by homo sapiens to cope with all that, and finally the splendid endeavour to derive from it the source of mere funnyness. We are asking if humor is our best ...

poem , in which a Turing machine decides if it could be part of another language along the lines of poetry

Meditation on purpose

We sit still with our eyes closed. In the distance, across the fields, are green hills. Alright, this is my concrete situation perhaps not yours. Never mind. The why-question or more precisely the what are we here for question is personally daunting. So much so, that we assume we can hardly help each other finding ...

The devil writes my business plan He’s into details and a persuasive man Brilliant in math i make him cfo if i can I wonder tough how he got his tan

The be-who-thy-be new age bullshit

I watched a well-intended speech today for fifteen year old level A students. The gist was that life happens according to your own internal clock, not according to the timetable imposed on us by society. It's okay not to be married at 30 or graduating after 25 or getting your first job at 27. Did ...

Reading: The Hug by Thom Gunn

Thom Gunn (1929-2004) was an English poet. I've read another verse (tamer and hawk) by his hand before. Today I read a simple poem that says something I find lovely. The Hug It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who'd showed us in the end To a ...