Back from the dead… or something like that

July 7, 2009

I’ve been way for some time, but of course, you might have noticed. Life’s been pretty eventful, so I hope to sum everything up in one entry, so that we can finally get past that and get to some real blogging during the summer.

Now then, In the past few weeks, I visited Berlin with my family, discovered several youtube phenomena (hotforwords, Charlie the Unicorn for example – they of course existed and were popular long before I came across them, but I have since become a great fan). I also wrapped up the BSc4 project, which I managed to pass quite well. To be honest, I’ve bought about 150 Euros of extra architectural books (that means three books). After I passed, I blew another 110 Euro buying lavish gifts for myself (again, 2 architectural books and a film, also about architecture).  I’m not bragging about my snob choice of books, I am merely pointing out the obscene amounts of money I’m spending on frivolous items. But hey, I might as well start a little library.

Money was not an issue, since I earn quite nicely at B_Nieuws. Since I’ve finished the project, I’ve been so burnt out that one of my architecture book gifts to self (Natural History Herzog & de Meuron) is left yet largely unread (save a couple of pages). What I’ve been (re)reading is actually Harry Potter, but that does not stop me from making plans. Before the end of the summer, I hope to buy “Alison and Peter Smithson: From House of the Future to the House of Today” and of course The Legendary “Toward an Architecture” by Le Corbusier.

Of course, I will finish Natural History in due time, as soon as my head stops aching at the word “architecture”. What also happened is that Michael Jackson died. I’ve never been the biggest fan of the King of Pop (I have the hots for the Queen), but I must say, I found it very hard to believe that he’s gone, now that he’s finally (almost) got his act together. I actually heard it on BBC first, and ever since that flying-penguin incident, I trust them less blindly. I wont tell jokes about child molestation or about how great he was, because I should not be the one to judge. But he did give us more than a few unforgettable tunes (I can vividly remember Liza singing “Peter, my favourite tequila eater” to the tune of “Beat it” couple of years back ).

I also went protestin’ in Delft to show solidarity with the Iranian people. To be honest, if Ania didn’t invite me to go, I wouldn’t have gone, but I also owe my freedom to others, so I guess I should start repaying the debt at some point). In the next few weeks, I should hope to publish my thoughts on all of the above. But for now, I just really need to rest.

Peter S