It's Been A While

Indeed it has. Er is veel gaande in mijn leven op het moment. Eén ding daarvan is dat we steeds dichter bij de opnames van ons eindjaarproject komen. Vorige keer was het nog in een vroeg stadium, en kon er daarom niet al te veel over zeggen, maar nu zijn we wel zo ver gevorderd dat ik the beans mag spillen. We maken een TV-programma dat ik zelf presenteer, in een bouwval. Een soort kraakpand. Het programma gaat over complottheorieën, en het zit nokkievol met sterke verhalen, intrigerende politieke vraagstukken en een vleugje satire. Het moet een vlotte maar mysterieuze sfeer uitstralen. Nog even wachten, maar over een paar weken zal je hier het volledige programma kunnen aanschouwen, net als de website, vakkundig gemaakt door Niña en Alicia, onze multimedia workhorses.

Hier wat foto's van onze 'studio'.

Classic Scene #4: Closer

Wie houdt er niet van Clive Owen? Inderdaad, iedereen houdt van The Clive. In deze geweldige scene uit 'Closer', heeft Julia Roberts opgebiecht een affaire met Jude Law te hebben. Clive wil alles weten.

Beyond Life and Death

First of all, I'd like to explain why this blog is in English. This may sound weird, but sometimes I can express myself way better in English then in Netherlandish. (Geektest! I know that's not a word.)

It's been one hell of a week. And by hell I really do mean hell. Death, loss, grief, pain and heavy emotions among my family, could be named as the keywords to this week. My granddad died this week. He was pretty sick, so, you know, it was probably better for him to leave this world before Epic Movie is released on DVD. No really, I had a shitty week.

The moment you hear someone like your grandfather has died, it does affect you, naturally, but it hasn't sunk in yet. Everybody was mourning him throughout the week ofcourse, but it wasn't until the funeral when I realized that the good man was never to return to our lives. I sat there, front row, with my dead grandfather in front of me. As I watched the faces of his sons, his daughter, his wife and his grandchildren, I was fascinated by the beauty and the horror that both took place at the same time, in the very same room. It's so strange, but death can be beautiful. In every corner of my eye I saw people crying. People crying at a funeral means that the person who died obviously made a difference in their lives. They lost someone who inspired them, someone they loved and cared about. At a funeral, everybody in the room agrees to that. Just not with words, but in tears.

I look forward to tomorrow. A fresh new week, full of new opportunities! I may even shave my beard off... but I still have to ponder on that some more.

Love thy neighbour,


S.