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1. Empathize with your enemy
2. Rationality will not save us
3. There’s something beyond one’s self
4. Maximize efficiency
5. Proportionality should be a guideline in war
6. Get the data
7. Belief and seeing are often both wrong
8. Be prepared to reexamine your reasoning
9. In order to do good, you may have to engage in evil
10. Never say never
11. You can’t change human nature
by Robert McNamara
July 3rd, 2009
Hemel en Aarde. Wat als er nou meer is. Wat als je alles zou zien. De zonsopgang, de dauw, de merels in de tuin. Wat als je nou alles kon zien. Observerend en alziend, maar zonder interventie. Hoe dan ook.
Terwijl je kijkt voelt het als een achtbaan rit, ik weet alleen niet wanneer en of deze stopt. Of weer verder gaat. Want wat als het nou door en door gaat.
Sceptisme. Een digitale vlucht vertelt mij dat er twee soorten zijn. Wetenschappelijk en filosofisch. Je gaf mij de mogelijkheid tot beiden. Kan ik de echte waarheid vinden of doorstaat mijn eigen overtuiging en mening de toets der kritiek? Of bevind ik mij op het gebied van falsificationisme. Hoe kan ik iets wetenschappelijk toetsen als ik het niet weet.
Als je hier nu was, konden we even hierover babbelen.
April 25th, 2009
This is a post. you see it here, cause I wrote it. Thus, we read it.
March 12th, 2009
Hey you all. Most of you know the last weeks were quite hectic due to my fathers’ death. I want to thank everyone that has supported me and my family.
Pa , ik hou van je
Verwacht geen proza of poetische poespas
omdat je er niet meer bent.
want je bent hier wel
Verwacht geen zalvende woorden
voor ons intense verdriet
want je bent hier niet
Verwacht geen speech over liefde, familie, zorgzaamheid, bescherming, warmte, humor, discussies, dagbesprekingen, frisse lucht, politiek, kunst, opleidingen, kranten, opa oma kind vrouw, man, dochter, zoon vader, loempia’s, afstandsbedieningen gadgets knopjes laptops montages, platen, films, architectuur, Mondriaan, musea, treinen, Den Haag, Rotterdam, aftershave, sokken, autoritjes, loyaliteit, afspraken, onverzettelijke koppigheid, vakanties, trots, normen waarden en principes, huren of kopen, roken, juwelen, werk, targets, gezondheid, cholestrol, doelen, pensioenen, verwachtingen teleurstellingen.
Teleurstellingen? Vandaag niet
Vandaag niet, morgen niet
Want je bent hier toch.
Pa, ik hou van je en ik ben er zo trots op dat ik je zoon ben
October 8th, 2008
Goodbye emptiness you suck. I found myself at this airport and it was no fun at all. So I decided to shuffle the deck and hey, I just gotta royal flush in my hands. At least, I think that it should be a royal flush.
Because I hate airports, I want to say goodbye to you. Here and now, farewell cause I’ve dealt with this a long time ago and for now, there is no more space for the void. I’ve said it all, I did it my way and now you’re gone!
September 11th, 2008
In de magische klanken
van het licht
verlangde ik naar de duisternis
Angst en fascinatie streden
om voorrang
Tijdens het naderende einde
van dit gedicht
September 8th, 2008
is the man that rules our nation
he’s fresher then fresh
yeah Kin Ben
is over the ocean
woooow kin ben kin ben
August 21st, 2008
I have three people missing and one dead, so becareful Parkers cause i can’t help. It was closed yesterday too, but apparently the breakfast was a baby. Ed? Is there a writer down here that’s want to be woken up? Goodmorning. Have you seen Ed but you’re getting married today?
Outside. I deal with worst case scenarios.
You’re way beyond hate now, and the truth of fear. I don’t know what else to say. You’ve involved my son into a crime. It’s all about sacrifice and no prove. Where did we go wrong. Youre not ready to go to heaven. Who ever feeds you is your god.
It’s wonderful and strong. Yes and no. It’s allright Ed this is my choice.
January 27th, 2008
I really should update the portfolio section
January 18th, 2008
At this point, where sentences have no sense or words meant nothing, it was me that should had listen earlier to the silence among us. The flow of love runs so deep in my veins, that my head forgot to listen to the bizarre emotion of drama. The drama of life, which has its pure innocence in simplicity. As these memories are written down, my head is crackin but my heart is pumping. The crossroads of life are at it best when they come totally unexpected.
Sweet irony sweet melodrama, where have you been all this time? Safety covered my intuition for too long, resulting in a pure feast of calmness, like an untimely frost upon the field of poppies. Is it this what the winters are nowadays, or is it a reflection of the passion where we stand today?
Questions, answers. Suggestions and telephone calls with assumptions of that nocando’s were the coulddo’s when we should do so. Foggy visions of my shoes standing in the cold november rain. As this pitch has turned black, all I can feel are the feelings for you. So please dance with me under the stars and forget about us.
November 25th, 2007
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