Friday, October 25, 2013
Friday, October 18, 2013
Favorite tweets
When you go back to an album from years ago, and the track you never used to like is suddenly amazing. That's nice, that is.
— Ben (@utterben) October 18, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/utterben
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Favorite tweets
“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.” Happy birthday, Oscar Wilde!
— Arianna Huffington (@ariannahuff) October 16, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/ariannahuff
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Saturday, October 05, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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I often describe myself as the opposite of parkour.
— Jason Lastname (@JasonLastname) September 25, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/JasonLastname
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
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Principles are not derived from data.
— Lee Clow’s Beard (@leeclowsbeard) September 24, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/leeclowsbeard
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit." - Aristotle http://t.co/adZDchLXtI
— Third Metric (@thirdmetric) September 23, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/thirdmetric
Monday, September 23, 2013
Blimey. Starbucks lady just said 'This one is on me.' Made my day.
Blimey. Starbucks lady just said 'This one is on me.' Made my day.
— ryanducie (@ryanducie) September 23, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/ryanducie
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
“Titanic gin. Easy on the ice.” RT @Queen_UK
“Titanic gin. Easy on the ice.” RT @Queen_UK
— ryanducie (@ryanducie) September 21, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/ryanducie
Favorite tweets
My favourite thing about airports are all the free suitcases in the massive Yo Sushi at the end.
— TechnicallyRon (@TechnicallyRon) September 21, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/TechnicallyRon
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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@RichardDreyfuss ok dad get off twitter now. It's late I want to act weird.
— Ben Dreyfuss (@bendreyfuss) September 18, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/bendreyfuss
Monday, September 16, 2013
Favorite tweets
Pluviophile
(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days
Yes.
— Elijah Wood (@woodelijah) September 16, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/woodelijah
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Nice one: Everybody you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind.
— Edsard Schutte (@edsardschutte) September 16, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/edsardschutte
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Friday, September 13, 2013
“Be collaborative right up to the point you’re told to do something stupid.” RT @leeclowsbeard
“Be collaborative right up to the point you’re told to do something stupid.” RT @leeclowsbeard
— ryanducie (@ryanducie) September 13, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/ryanducie
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the first version is always wrong, but if you don't make it you'll never get it right.
— darrell whitelaw (@darrellwhitelaw) September 12, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/darrellwhitelaw
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I've asked Vladimir Putin to do a piece on my blog. Maybe a light-hearted look at journalistic freedom plus some zany KGB anecdotes.
— paul bassett davies (@thewritertype) September 12, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/thewritertype
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Sunday, September 08, 2013
Saturday, September 07, 2013
Friday, September 06, 2013
Favorite tweets
"Nothing will work unless you do." - Maya Angelou
— Great Minds Quotes (@GreatestQuotes) September 6, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/GreatestQuotes
Monday, September 02, 2013
Favorite tweets
Search for the hero inside yourself. If you can't find him, try flushing him out with alcohol.
— paul bassett davies (@thewritertype) September 2, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/thewritertype
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Favorite tweets
"What is powerful is when what you say is just the tip of the iceberg of what you know." - Jim Rohn
— Great Minds Quotes (@GreatestQuotes) August 28, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/GreatestQuotes
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
So, so, so watchable: Jay Z's Picasso Baby performance at Pace Gallery NY http://t.co/6ocuXSFQ7p 10m version: http://t.co/iqIuUXGD72
So, so, so watchable: Jay Z's Picasso Baby performance at Pace Gallery NY http://t.co/6ocuXSFQ7p 10m version: http://t.co/iqIuUXGD72
— ryanducie (@ryanducie) August 27, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/ryanducie
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Since 2009 more independent bookshops have opened than closed in America http://t.co/FHUezodkVA pic.twitter.com/LzTMQ2mDBj
— The Economist (@TheEconomist) August 27, 2013
via Twitter https://twitter.com/TheEconomist
This morning in Antwerp... Harriet makes an entrance.
via Instagram http://instagram.com/p/dgjie-GveR/
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Naked people in sand with chairs
One looks particularly upset. I suppose you would be too if there were chairs so nearby, but you were unable to sit on them because you had no thighs.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The neighbours leave their beer cans all over my doorstep
... so I dropped a hint by leaving a message on their front door:
Not really. But I thought it funny.
Not really. But I thought it funny.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
He caused the riot in cell block number 9
There's always a Smurf involved. Don't be fooled by blue.
I saw this one is on the wall of the prison in Mechelen this morning. Outside wall, of course. How could I know what the inside wall looks like?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Feeling flat
Flat pack furniture. Now there’s a thing. I’ve just returned from helping a Lady Friend assemble her Ikea wardrobe.
Her assumption: Ryan is male. He owns a hammer and a screwdriver. He weighs more than 40kg and has weight and strength behind him. He’s the man for the job.
However, as I am sure you are well aware, assumption is the mother of all screw-ups.
I am indeed a male. I do own a hammer and screwdriver. But these serve more as objets de art - collector pieces that have a rare aesthetic quality (in the sense that the less I see of them, the better).
I also weigh more than 40kg, but do not attribute this to strength, but in fact, to lethargy. Do less with more, is the general philosophy, here.
Lady Friend’s assembled wardrobe is of some considerable size. Well, of course it would be. However, it needed to be assembled in a room roughly about the same size as a newt’s arse (assuming that newts have arses). Space, however, was not to be my major challenge.
It was the printed, wordless instructions that proved to be my obstacle. Apparently a two-year old could understand these instructions. Would somebody please find this two-year old? What the hell would a two-year old be doing with a set of wordless instructions anyway – other than eating them?
Lady Friend speaks little Flemish and even less English (French is her mother tongue). I speak even less French than she speaks English. Communication, as you can imagine, is a joy.
Whilst assembling the furniture piece in the newt’s arse, I break into a sweat. Not from physical exertion you understand, but from frustration at being told what to do – in French.
Unfortunately “Would you shut the hell up, woman,” is not a phrase I am akin to in French.
Every breath I take. Every move I make. She is watching me. And commenting pointedly to the wordless instructions. If only she were wordless.
What added fat to the fire was that everything she said was right. Blasted. How is it that women can be so perceptive of wordless instructions?
Real men don’t need instructions, I was always lead to believe. Women, it seems, thrive on them – using them as tools to deprive men of their masculinity.
It all ended well enough, you’ll be pleased to know. Lady Friend has a nice new wardrobe. And we’re still on speaking terms (she speaking slightly more than I, which I think I’ve made abundantly clear to you by now).
Her assumption: Ryan is male. He owns a hammer and a screwdriver. He weighs more than 40kg and has weight and strength behind him. He’s the man for the job.
However, as I am sure you are well aware, assumption is the mother of all screw-ups.
I am indeed a male. I do own a hammer and screwdriver. But these serve more as objets de art - collector pieces that have a rare aesthetic quality (in the sense that the less I see of them, the better).
I also weigh more than 40kg, but do not attribute this to strength, but in fact, to lethargy. Do less with more, is the general philosophy, here.
Lady Friend’s assembled wardrobe is of some considerable size. Well, of course it would be. However, it needed to be assembled in a room roughly about the same size as a newt’s arse (assuming that newts have arses). Space, however, was not to be my major challenge.
It was the printed, wordless instructions that proved to be my obstacle. Apparently a two-year old could understand these instructions. Would somebody please find this two-year old? What the hell would a two-year old be doing with a set of wordless instructions anyway – other than eating them?
Lady Friend speaks little Flemish and even less English (French is her mother tongue). I speak even less French than she speaks English. Communication, as you can imagine, is a joy.
Whilst assembling the furniture piece in the newt’s arse, I break into a sweat. Not from physical exertion you understand, but from frustration at being told what to do – in French.
Unfortunately “Would you shut the hell up, woman,” is not a phrase I am akin to in French.
Every breath I take. Every move I make. She is watching me. And commenting pointedly to the wordless instructions. If only she were wordless.
What added fat to the fire was that everything she said was right. Blasted. How is it that women can be so perceptive of wordless instructions?
Real men don’t need instructions, I was always lead to believe. Women, it seems, thrive on them – using them as tools to deprive men of their masculinity.
It all ended well enough, you’ll be pleased to know. Lady Friend has a nice new wardrobe. And we’re still on speaking terms (she speaking slightly more than I, which I think I’ve made abundantly clear to you by now).
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
My friend Collins
2 measures of Bombay Dry Gin, freshly squeezed juice of half a lemon, slice or two of said lemon and Schweppes tonic water. Oh, and ice.
Literally hours of entertaining conversation is guaranteed. Even if it's only with yourself.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 09, 2010
A nice local
The Pottekijker, on the Kaasrui, is a cheerful place to eat at. And just 'round the corner.
Roughly translated, I think it means 'one who looks at pots'. Which we've all done at some point in our lives, I imagine. Look at pots, I mean. Some can be quite remarkable in design. Which is why we would choose to look at them in the first place. But I digress.
Give this restaurant a try, if you're hungry. Or feel like looking at a pot. Well, actually, come to think of it, I can't recall seeing any pots around. Perhaps except for the mayo pot. I wonder why they called it that? Not the mayo; the restaurant. Keep up.
I'd suggest trying the 'Brochette "de pottekijker"' (roughly translated as 'kebab of the one who looks at pots'. Strange, isn't it?
Really generous, huge portions. And tasty. Nice cheerful wine, too. Well, it made me cheerful, in any event.
Roughly translated, I think it means 'one who looks at pots'. Which we've all done at some point in our lives, I imagine. Look at pots, I mean. Some can be quite remarkable in design. Which is why we would choose to look at them in the first place. But I digress.
Give this restaurant a try, if you're hungry. Or feel like looking at a pot. Well, actually, come to think of it, I can't recall seeing any pots around. Perhaps except for the mayo pot. I wonder why they called it that? Not the mayo; the restaurant. Keep up.
I'd suggest trying the 'Brochette "de pottekijker"' (roughly translated as 'kebab of the one who looks at pots'. Strange, isn't it?
Really generous, huge portions. And tasty. Nice cheerful wine, too. Well, it made me cheerful, in any event.
Friday, September 03, 2010
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Finished it and was thirsty
This was a pretty good book that I read up until the last page, which I suppose is customary amongst book-readers.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Strange markings
Found this tag at three different points around Antwerp. Anyone know who, why and wherefore?
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Antwerp's first Chinese restaurant...
... is, if I got it right, Wah Kel. Stepping inside is like going back in time, with lacquer wood panelling, gold tassels and a doorbell over your table, which you can ding (or dong) if you want, for attention.
It's an adventure! Snug in the heart of Antwerp's red light district, you'll be one of a truly varied clientèle hailing from in and around the nearby streets. Sailors, pretty girls, pretty used-to-be-a-boys, families, sons and daughters who eat plates and plates of delicious fare, Chinese in nature. But whatever you are, you'll get the same delightful, friendly service.
It's fatty, it's greasy, and I love it!
It's an adventure! Snug in the heart of Antwerp's red light district, you'll be one of a truly varied clientèle hailing from in and around the nearby streets. Sailors, pretty girls, pretty used-to-be-a-boys, families, sons and daughters who eat plates and plates of delicious fare, Chinese in nature. But whatever you are, you'll get the same delightful, friendly service.
It's fatty, it's greasy, and I love it!
Monday, August 23, 2010
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