<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438</id><updated>2012-02-03T04:12:39.556Z</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='media'/><category term='Tarantino'/><category term='personal'/><category term='blackandwhite'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Champions League'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Helen Mirren'/><category term='The Rolling Stones'/><category term='music'/><category term='Prince'/><category term='film'/><category term='art'/><category term='Magnus'/><category term='London'/><category term='football'/><category term='Athens'/><category term='Andreas Gursky'/><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog of my photography and all other notes and reports to self I want to share.  Profile : media americana  newyork iPOD london chelseafc theclash i.rankin running emmylou&amp;gram blackandwhite championsleague malinwa banksy singlemalt  barcelona 
j.m.w.turner goodfood neilyoung r.d.kaplan j.ellroy ryanadams a.gursky okcomputer filmnoir lucindawilliams facts&amp;history cartier-bresson nodepression uncut deniro sofiacoppola damonalbarn sopranos hitchcock love london: the biography dEUS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-354463452943577183</id><published>2007-08-26T09:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:45:57.492+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Magnus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strike a Pose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3VT2SUAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uVyBJzHyzlQ/s1600-h/tilt_kelly[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102920692032229378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3VT2SUAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uVyBJzHyzlQ/s320/tilt_kelly%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big beats. Slogans. 'Encore'. 'Get on the stage'. Fat basslines. Electronic engineering. Dancemasters. Pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3LT2ST_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/4_9U6vFwU4A/s1600-h/GraceKelly[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102920520233537522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3LT2ST_I/AAAAAAAAAH0/4_9U6vFwU4A/s320/GraceKelly%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too young to rock 'n roll. French Movies. Côte d'Azur Feeling Good. Positive Party Vibe. Loved it very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;04 pm. VOGUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3Dj2ST-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qK7oFHojAZ0/s1600-h/grace_kelly_princess_projectra[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102920387089551330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3Dj2ST-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/qK7oFHojAZ0/s320/grace_kelly_princess_projectra%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Body Gave You Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smack My Bitch Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Débarquant voici trois ans avec The Body Gave You Everything, le binôme derrière Magnus fera son grand retour derrière les platines pour un dj set endiablé. Tout d’abord, nous avons Tom Barman, leader du groupe rock dEUS, dont on connaît le goût pour l’électronique, le jazz (une compilation à son actif sur Blue Note) mais aussi pour la drum and bass. A l’inverse, CJ Bolland est, quant à lui, un DJ reconnu sur les scènes dance et house, ce qui ne l’empêche pas d’avoir un background musical hors du commun. Alliant à nouveau leur force le temps d’une soirée, les deux hommes vous feront passer un pur moment d’hédonisme musical sans pour autant quitter le dancefloor !'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Moon Rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMaZz2SUBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IR319gnhsp0/s1600-h/Tube(y)_02(a).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103451833457856530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMaZz2SUBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/IR319gnhsp0/s320/Tube(y)_02(a).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Tube, London_2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-354463452943577183?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/354463452943577183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=354463452943577183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/354463452943577183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/354463452943577183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/magnus.html' title='Magnus'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtE3VT2SUAI/AAAAAAAAAH8/uVyBJzHyzlQ/s72-c/tilt_kelly%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-348942762417710795</id><published>2007-08-23T10:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:50:13.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Le Coq Sur Mer/De Haan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grâce à la construction de chemin de tram Oostende-Blankenberge, inauguré le 1er Août 1886, De Haan à pu évoluer jusqu'à la ville tant qu'elle est aujourd'hui. En 1887, Louis Van der Swaelmen présente à déveloper un parcellement modèle qui est devenu la ville De Haan.&lt;br /&gt;Autour d'un parc centralisé au nord de la route le long de la côte (aujourd'hui De Koninklijke Baan) il se trouve une diversité de sentiers dans une enclave féerique. William Kidner, un architect de Londres, présente un dessin préalable, partiellement basé sur le projet de Van der Swaelmen.&lt;br /&gt;En 1889 l'Etat belge, donne 50 hectares de dunes en concession à E. Colinet et A. Passenbronder. Ceci pour une durée de 90 ans et correspondant au projet de William Kidner. La concession est étendu en 1904 et encore une fois en 1912. Probablement par intermédiaire du Roi Léopold II le plan d'extension pour la concession de l'ingénieur et urbanist Joseph Stübben est né.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's good to know that I like The Sea but not the Belgian coast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMcez2SUCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wJ3pX2aJj3Q/s1600-h/Greenwich++&amp;+Docklands_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103454118380458018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMcez2SUCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wJ3pX2aJj3Q/s320/Greenwich++%26+Docklands_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Docklands &amp;amp; Greenwich, London_2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-348942762417710795?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/348942762417710795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=348942762417710795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/348942762417710795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/348942762417710795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/le-coq-sur-merde-haan.html' title='Le Coq Sur Mer/De Haan'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMcez2SUCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wJ3pX2aJj3Q/s72-c/Greenwich++%26+Docklands_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-1115705437946298146</id><published>2007-08-23T10:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:46:41.840+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Belgium - Serbia 3-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun is in the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh why oh why ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sun is in the sky oh why oh why ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would I wanna be anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Lily Allen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-1115705437946298146?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/1115705437946298146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=1115705437946298146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/1115705437946298146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/1115705437946298146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/belgium-serbia-3-2.html' title='Belgium - Serbia 3-2'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-7388074441411248838</id><published>2007-08-17T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:44:20.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions League'/><title type='text'>Un parfum de crise/une crisette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;° &lt;/strong&gt;The formation of a new Belgian government is not working. The Walloons and the Flemish 'do not speak the same language'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Left the world for 36 hours. Find &lt;em&gt;Suxy&lt;/em&gt; via Google maps. There's one blind spot at Suxy and that's where we were. In a tent. Yesterday morning I went for a shit in the woods. Made a picture of my youngest son while fishing. Had a very good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RuplmSVuT2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6K4--0IlTF0/s1600-h/Opa_Stamkamp+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110008435637636962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RuplmSVuT2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6K4--0IlTF0/s320/Opa_Stamkamp+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bent, Fishing at Suxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°&lt;/strong&gt; Wednesday I was at Olio Verde in Neufchateau. The Pizza Napolitaine was crap. Hence yesterday's shit in the woods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;° This is how I experienced Fenerbahce - Anderlecht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20:33:03 JW 1-0. Alex. Well deserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20:34:36 PM 6 or 7 are playing. The others are not in the match. Or they lack the quality to be on the same level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20:41:43 PM I cannot imagine who is going to score for Anderlecht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20:42:53 JW Only half a chance for A. so far. Fener is the dominant team but they are not brillant either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;20:46:12 DS 1-0. But that's OK. Fener does not impress me. We can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:02:51 DS Huybrechts veeeeeeeeeeeery bad. Polspoel and Snelders are on valium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:12:08 JW The tide is turning. Two good chances for A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:14:10 DS RSCA is in control. 40 minutes to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:22:52 DS 3 good chances for RSCA. 25 minutes to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:50:49 PM The End. 1-0. Should have done better. Fener played bad after the break, A. with more guts. At last! They created 3 to 4 good chances. Not enough class to finish them. Sly result. Not impossible but... A clean sheet for A. at this level? Not often or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:51:26 JW 1-0. It's not over yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;21:51:35 DS 1-0. RSCA should make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;° So, who is going to make it from Q3? I'll risk my neck and tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fenerbahce&lt;/strong&gt; - Anderlecht 1-0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rangers&lt;/strong&gt; - Crvena Zvezda 1-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benfica&lt;/strong&gt; - Kobenhavn 2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valencia&lt;/strong&gt; - Elfsborg 3-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sevilla&lt;/strong&gt; - AEK 2-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toulouse - &lt;strong&gt;Liverpool&lt;/strong&gt; 0-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarajevo - &lt;strong&gt;D. Kiev&lt;/strong&gt; 0-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sparta - &lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt; 0-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zürich - &lt;strong&gt;Besiktas&lt;/strong&gt; 1-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BATE - &lt;strong&gt;Steaua&lt;/strong&gt; 2-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tampere - &lt;strong&gt;Rosenborg&lt;/strong&gt; 0-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spartak Moskou - &lt;strong&gt;Celtic&lt;/strong&gt; 1-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bremen&lt;/strong&gt; - D. Zagreb 2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salzburg - &lt;strong&gt;Shakhtar&lt;/strong&gt; 1-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ajax - &lt;strong&gt;Slavia&lt;/strong&gt; 0-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-7388074441411248838?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/7388074441411248838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=7388074441411248838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7388074441411248838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7388074441411248838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/un-parfum-de-criseune-crisette.html' title='Un parfum de crise/une crisette'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RuplmSVuT2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/6K4--0IlTF0/s72-c/Opa_Stamkamp+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-810850203207964748</id><published>2007-08-09T13:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:09:37.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions League'/><title type='text'>Nursery Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Racing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Genk&lt;/span&gt; failed in the nursery class of European football. No Q3, no Champions League, not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UEFA&lt;/span&gt; Cup-football for them. They won the return game (0-1, in the 58&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mikulic&lt;/span&gt;) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FK&lt;/span&gt; Sarajevo qualifies for Q3 because they scored more away goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The better team did not qualify.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; the better team does not qualify in a home and an away game than they lack the mentality to overcome and easy obstacle, they lack experience and their surplus of class is not big enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Belgium's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UEFA&lt;/span&gt; ranking is 13. Two years ago we were number 9. In two years we were surpassed by Romania, Scotland, Turkey and Ukraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's another world (part two): two more weeks before the start of the competition in Spain, until August 31st transfers are still possible, Spanish teams from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Primera&lt;/span&gt; Division already spent 361.200.000 Euro on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;players market&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-810850203207964748?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/810850203207964748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=810850203207964748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/810850203207964748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/810850203207964748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/nursery-class.html' title='Nursery Class'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-1817460474363376754</id><published>2007-08-06T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:45:47.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NTS&lt;/em&gt; about the book I'm writing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NTS&lt;/em&gt; Idols II : Bram Vermeulen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NTS&lt;/em&gt; Idols III : Rocco Granata, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NTS&lt;/em&gt; Battersea Power Station,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(The Year One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Prologue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Genk Q2 (Horde Zla Sarajevo 1987) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Anderlecht Q3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Monte Carlo Draw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. ... (MD1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Etc. It's a travelogue, a personal football journey...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ottocento, the novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(The London Project, WIP - work in progress)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note To Self : always keep a promise you made to yourself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMdxT2SUDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FhGRC9zKua4/s1600-h/Battersea+Power+Station_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103455535719665714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMdxT2SUDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FhGRC9zKua4/s320/Battersea+Power+Station_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Battersea Power Station, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-1817460474363376754?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/1817460474363376754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=1817460474363376754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/1817460474363376754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/1817460474363376754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RtMdxT2SUDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FhGRC9zKua4/s72-c/Battersea+Power+Station_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6819895931360541198</id><published>2007-08-04T06:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:18:33.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Cruel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RreP4_3qj8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/fomkaPEFatM/s1600-h/1840[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095699712773361602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RreP4_3qj8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/fomkaPEFatM/s320/1840%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Losing a match in the dying seconds is cruel. When you're new in the first division, you've got ambition but you're not sure that you can cope with the higher level, you open against the champions (the biggest club in Belgium), you build, you play easy and chrystal clear football, the atmosphere sends shivers down your spine, it's 0-0, you've been out there for 91 minutes and some seconds, your team plays a perfect match, 0-0, enormous achievement, smiling faces everywhere, you are about to kiss your neighbour, but than ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's Biglia's freekick. He hits it perfect. Wasilewski touches it with a subtle header. Adamovic is too late. It's 0-1 and it's all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rraf-P3qj7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/UWJrh7xs5C8/s1600-h/Isle+Of+Dogs+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095435920177008562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rraf-P3qj7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/UWJrh7xs5C8/s320/Isle+Of+Dogs+%27Van%27_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isle of Dogs, 'Van', London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6819895931360541198?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/6819895931360541198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=6819895931360541198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6819895931360541198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6819895931360541198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/cruel.html' title='Cruel'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RreP4_3qj8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/fomkaPEFatM/s72-c/1840%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-4581126589152062375</id><published>2007-08-03T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T06:33:52.180+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>18'16"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One Big Tour (3.4Km): 18'16". For now I rest my case. As from monday I start my 10K schedule. 12 weeks, 3 runs a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-4581126589152062375?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/4581126589152062375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=4581126589152062375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/4581126589152062375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/4581126589152062375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/1816.html' title='18&apos;16&quot;'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-410375071155341953</id><published>2007-08-02T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:20:07.850+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Quality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow is the kick off of the 07_08 season in the Jupiler League. KV Mechelen plays Anderlecht &lt;em&gt;'Achter de Kazerne'.&lt;/em&gt; We wil be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the following weeks the competition starts everywhere in Europe. 04 august in France, 11 in England and Germany, 18 in Holland and Portugal and 25 in Italy and Spain. Everybody agrees that the English Premier League and the Spanish Primera Division are the high quality competitions in the world. I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But what is quality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The quality of a football team is the sum of :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Individual quality (skills, football intelligence, speed, power, endurance, experience)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Disposition (team spirit, enthusiasm, ambition, the readiness to suffer for the team)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tactics (the team has to be able to pick up the ideas of the coach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;The ability to keep a clean sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The ability to score goals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sounds easy? It's the most difficult in football to do it the easy way. Wait a minute. I forgot number 7. Luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rrafav3qj6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DWCkoCyunMI/s1600-h/Gloucester+Road_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095435310291652514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rrafav3qj6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DWCkoCyunMI/s320/Gloucester+Road_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gloucester Road, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-410375071155341953?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/410375071155341953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=410375071155341953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/410375071155341953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/410375071155341953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/quality.html' title='Quality'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rrafav3qj6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DWCkoCyunMI/s72-c/Gloucester+Road_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6624957035575374909</id><published>2007-08-01T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:18:56.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions League'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Horde Zla Sarajevo 1987</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQUsf3qj2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lD2xZxVFdtA/s1600-h/ZLA_bis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094719833164648290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQUsf3qj2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lD2xZxVFdtA/s320/ZLA_bis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Q1, FK Sarajevo - Marsaxlokk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dead Man Walking, Emmylou Harris, Placebo and Seasick Steve on the stereo. So it's an easy 95,7km drive from the office in Vilvoorde, next to Brussels, to Genk. From Sarajevo to Genk is a 17 hour drive through Croatia, Slovenia, Austria, Germany and the Netherlands. It’s 1.640 kilometres one way. FK Sarajevo's veteran player does not fly unless he has to. It's the same with Dutch stars Dennis Bergkamp and Willem van Hanegem. But Mirko Turkovic (36) came to Belgium by plane. He had to. FK Sarajevo wants to qualify for Q3 in the Champions League because than the team might play one of the bigger teams in Europe. Imagine Liverpool or Arsenal or Bremen or Valencia or Ajax... That's the Bosnian state of mind. It's also the Genk state of mind. But that's just what it is. They do not seem to live that state of mind. Outside the stadium the Genk fans look relax. The usual mix of very young and very old arrive early. The weather is fine. There's nothing better to do. They look football but they don’t talk football. It's Q2, it's not a real match. It's the first leg, there won't be a decision today. The Genk fanatics make fun of Sarajevo. They make fun of the Balkan war and they tell the story of Turkovic, the playmaker with fear of flying. Q2 is in the pocket. Confidence is big in Genk. There's very few supporters in maroon-coloured shirts. Nice shirts. Legea branded. Beautiful colour, Maroon as in FC Metz, Sparta Praha and AS Roma. Nice and very friendly people. Among them are Bosnians who live in Belgium but most of them travelled from Holland and Germany to Genk. Are they refugees? Or the sons and daughters of war refugees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQUkf3qj1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-MEGbzuvcbg/s1600-h/Horde_ZLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094719695725694802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQUkf3qj1I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-MEGbzuvcbg/s320/Horde_ZLA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The buses from Sarajevo did not arrive yet. Then, close to the television compound outside the stadium, I can see them when they get there. In a metal cage. There's not enough plastic to hide them. 99% young males, not shaven, no need to yet.  There's alcohol written all over their faces and when they see me staring at them, they spit. One pisses in my direction. It's the usual. They are angry and they mean it, man. They go through and came to hell to support their team with all the energy they have got in those immature, lean bodies. They sing and they jump. The leaders talk to the police. They are negotiating. &lt;em&gt;Let's be friends. We are rough but will do no real harm. Do not consider us as a dangerous group, only some of us are dangerous individuals. If you see something you do not like, isolate the individuals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing will happen in Genk. This is football, tribal and national fanatism comes with the sport. It ads colour and maroon really is a beautiful and peaceful colour. Maroon comes from the French word &lt;em&gt;marron&lt;/em&gt; and it means chestnut. The &lt;em&gt;castanea sativa &lt;/em&gt;is known as the sweet chestnut because you can eat it.&lt;br /&gt;The young men from Sarajevo call themselves Horde Zla, the Evil Horde, nothing sweet in that name. Who are they and what is their history? FK, Fudbalski Klub, Sarajevo is the only team that could break the Croatian and Serbian dominance in the Yugoslav First League. In the beginning, the club was founded in 1946, they were called Pitari, pie makers. The club was formed by the local authorities. Their fan base was originally in the older and in the Bosniak parts of the city. Almost every Bosniak is a Bosnian muslim. But nowadays you can find as many Bosnian Croatians and Serbs in Horde Zla. So it’s not a race thing… The official history of Horde Zla starts in 1987. They consider themselves Yugoslavs and the first nationalist connection still has to be made. The Bosnian war stopped all cultural live in the capital of Bosnia and Herzegovina. During the siege 329 bombs exploded in Sarajevo every day. From 1992–1995 12.000 inhabitants of the city were killed. A lot of them were buried near the Kosevo Stadium because only heavy canon fire could reach that neighbourhood. You can see thousands of white graves near the stadium of FK Sarajevo. It’s a holy place, the place were the Horde Zla fight their holy wars… In the nineties Pitari joined the Muslim dominated Bosnian army and fought in the war to defend city and country. After the war they took the North stand again. That’s where they will be waiting for Genk on the 8th of August.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Genk was the better team. But it’s not always the better team that wins the match. Football has got it’s decisive moments. A communication breakdown featuring goalkeeper Logan Bailly and central defender Eric Matoukou resulted in a 0-1 lead for Sarajevo. Genk made it 1-1 from a penalty.&lt;br /&gt;In the 86’ left back Muharemovic made it 1-2 from a counterattack starring Mirko Turkovic. He played for only 22 minutes but showed his strength.&lt;br /&gt;Racing Genk or FK Sarajevo, who will make it to the next round? This Belgian puts his money on the Bosnians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the AA-stand in the Cristal Arena someone wrote &lt;em&gt;Horde Zla Sarajevo 1987 &lt;/em&gt;on the steps. It's a scar on Belgian football. Please do not take it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Racing Genk’s centre forward is the Croatian born Ivan Bosnjak.&lt;br /&gt;- Hugo Broos, the Genk-coach played FK Sarajevo in the eighties. 6-1 in Anderlecht. Today’s coach of Sarajevo, Husref Musemic, was in the other team. FK beat Anderlecht 1-0 in Sarajevo.&lt;br /&gt;- Logan Bailly is named after Johnny Logan, the Irish singer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQVGP3qj3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ih0RHRkpcU8/s1600-h/Chelsea+FC(b)_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094720275546279794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQVGP3qj3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ih0RHRkpcU8/s320/Chelsea+FC(b)_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chelsea FC, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6624957035575374909?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/6624957035575374909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=6624957035575374909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6624957035575374909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6624957035575374909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/horde-zla-sarajevo-1987.html' title='Horde Zla Sarajevo 1987'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQUsf3qj2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lD2xZxVFdtA/s72-c/ZLA_bis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-7230513566400303990</id><published>2007-08-01T20:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:19:30.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>40'17"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost like a metronome, well dosed &amp; disciplined... First K in 6'45"; middle K in 6'25"; first Big Tour in 20'25"; speeded up at the Meadow of the Geese (2x) and at the Proctor Far Side (2x) and finished with a 200 meter sprint. Total distance: 6,8K. Time: 40'17".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-7230513566400303990?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/7230513566400303990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=7230513566400303990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7230513566400303990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7230513566400303990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/08/4017.html' title='40&apos;17&quot;'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-637769188541663885</id><published>2007-07-31T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T05:21:01.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions League'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Shakhtar Genk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Racing Genk is the Belgian runner up. They finished 5 points behind champions Anderlecht and had an average of 22.500 fans in the Cristal Arena (the former Fenix Stadion) last season. For Belgium this is very big. So you do not overdo it when you call them top four with Anderlecht, FC Brugge and Standard from Liege. The budget is 20M €. Genk were champions in 1999 and 2002. They were then kicked out from Q2 in the Champions League by Maribor from Slovenia (5-4 ag) in 1999 and in 2002 they passed Q3 beating Sparta Praag by scoring more away goals (4-4 ag). So they made the UCL and a lasting impression because you can find them in the all time statistics. When you look for biggest defeat ever you can find, among others, Real Madrid – Racing Genk: 6-0. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But at home they only lost one game ever. They played 1-1 against Real from Madrid, 0-0 against AEK Athens and they lost 0-1 against AS Roma. Antonio Cassano scored in the 81st.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Genk enters Q2, one of two qualifier rounds they have to survive to enter the UEFA Champions League. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And what about &lt;em&gt;Shakhtar&lt;/em&gt; Genk? KRC Genk's past is in THOR Waterschei and KFC Winterslag. The two teams became one in 1988. Waterschei and Winterslag were two of seven coalmines in Limburg. Waterschei was closed in 1987 and Winterslag in 1988. In Donetsk in the Ukraine there still are a lot of miners travelling down the shafts every day. Shakhtar is Ukranian for shaft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it’s the black gold in Genk’s past that connects them with Donetsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQXZ_3qj4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/G_1VHOIrKbs/s1600-h/kompels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094722813871951746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQXZ_3qj4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/G_1VHOIrKbs/s320/kompels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The real gold is in Shakhtar's Budget. There is a gigantic difference with Genk's 20M and it's easy to prove. Have a look at the new players in the squadlist and have a good look at 3 in particular: Alberto Castillo from Olympiacos (20M), Ilsinho from Sao Paulo FC (10M) and Christiano Lucarelli from AS Livorno (8M). That's the real money, that's another world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shakhtar enters Q2 tomorrow. They play against FC Pyunik from Armenia. Genk has to beat FK Sarajevo from Bosnia. This is Europe and it sounds great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQYDv3qj5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/eXnRcqcGZTY/s1600-h/Grosvenor+Railway+Bridge_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094723531131490194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQYDv3qj5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/eXnRcqcGZTY/s320/Grosvenor+Railway+Bridge_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Grosvenor Railway Bridge, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-637769188541663885?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/637769188541663885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=637769188541663885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/637769188541663885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/637769188541663885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/07/shakhtar-genk.html' title='Shakhtar Genk'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RrQXZ_3qj4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/G_1VHOIrKbs/s72-c/kompels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-1105013321787397403</id><published>2007-07-30T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:02:51.873+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>A Hazy Shade Of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Second week @ work starts. Now it's back to business. But first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sneaking with the snails, chasing low flying and very scared birds, jumping in, out of and over puddles, catching a hazy shade of sunshine. I'm running again. For the first time since 17_07 @ beauregard. So it's back to business and back to life. I did not that bad after an annoying injury. The Big Tour (3,4 km) in 20'35", the first kilometer in my usual 6'40", did some sprints on my way to 5 km in 31' flat. I can go with that. Average heartbeat 149 with a maximum of 171. Maybe the maximum can be explained by our fifth wedding anniversary and the inauguration of our kitchen, yesterday. We had 50 guests, the weather sucked and it was a perfect day. Thank you, little baby Jezus and thank you giant dEVIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the way: David Steegen is @ Rio De Janeiro. Note to self &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://davidsteegen.skynetblogs.be/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://davidsteegen.skynetblogs.be/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq65Pv3qj0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a2w14Un4swQ/s1600-h/Stanhope+Mews_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093211908801728322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq65Pv3qj0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a2w14Un4swQ/s320/Stanhope+Mews_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stanhope Mews, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-1105013321787397403?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/1105013321787397403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=1105013321787397403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/1105013321787397403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/1105013321787397403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/07/hazy-shade-of-sunshine.html' title='A Hazy Shade Of Sunshine'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq65Pv3qj0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/a2w14Un4swQ/s72-c/Stanhope+Mews_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-5431906902119015162</id><published>2007-07-14T08:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T05:27:27.769+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Quatorze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... @ beauregard ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;note to self: diagonal 97 (amerikalei 97 2000 antwerpen) spanish/catalan tapasbar &amp;amp; wine by the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rph-NCTGkEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bYUF4HuSahs/s1600-h/diagonal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086954541535367234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rph-NCTGkEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bYUF4HuSahs/s320/diagonal1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;note to self: chablis 2006 '&lt;em&gt;grand vin de bourgogne l'orangerie de chateau'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq64cP3qjzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/v4nENEQaHXs/s1600-h/Peter"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093211024038465330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq64cP3qjzI/AAAAAAAAAGc/v4nENEQaHXs/s320/Peter%27s+Hill_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Peter's Hill, London_2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-5431906902119015162?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/5431906902119015162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=5431906902119015162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/5431906902119015162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/5431906902119015162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/07/quatorze.html' title='Quatorze'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rph-NCTGkEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bYUF4HuSahs/s72-c/diagonal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-9216223032180588487</id><published>2007-07-11T14:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T05:27:45.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Magnetic Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... alive @ Beauregard ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Flemish=Dutch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From &lt;em&gt;Andrew Hussey (Paris. The Secret History)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Dit was dan ook waar het de surrealisten begin jaren twintig om te doen was: fantastische ervaringen creëren vanuit het alledaagse; van de stad een, in de woorden van André Breton en Philippe Soupault, "magnetisch veld" maken waar de restanten van het moderne leven door de kracht van de individuele geest op magische wijze een gedaanteverandering ondergaan.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to self: &lt;em&gt;Down and out in Paris and London (George Orwell - 1933).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq63Zf3qjyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kvEQpZqV4Bo/s1600-h/Tube(i)_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093209877282197282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq63Zf3qjyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kvEQpZqV4Bo/s320/Tube(i)_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tube, London_2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-9216223032180588487?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/9216223032180588487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=9216223032180588487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/9216223032180588487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/9216223032180588487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/07/magnetic-field.html' title='Magnetic Field'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rq63Zf3qjyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/kvEQpZqV4Bo/s72-c/Tube(i)_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-8293464527101556190</id><published>2007-07-10T07:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:47:35.709+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Jump in Time/Time stands Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... alive @ beauregard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... weather getting better ... books as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blog temporarily semi-closed because of the holiday season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be back full force 23-07-07 ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DO NOT PANIC. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be sure, I said it before, I'll be with you in a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpMvEiEmG2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eWpLllzvnx8/s1600-h/DSC03995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085460159143484258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpMvEiEmG2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eWpLllzvnx8/s320/DSC03995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Not my Picture. Can prove it. So can you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpNSayEmG3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bdHB2-lpyVs/s1600-h/Beauregard_06+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085499024302545778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpNSayEmG3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/bdHB2-lpyVs/s320/Beauregard_06+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Beauregard_2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpOEkSEmG4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qx3PvuXeb3o/s1600-h/Loo+in+The+City_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085554163092691842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpOEkSEmG4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Qx3PvuXeb3o/s320/Loo+in+The+City_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Loo in the City, London_2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-8293464527101556190?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/8293464527101556190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=8293464527101556190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/8293464527101556190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/8293464527101556190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/07/jump-in-timetime-stands-still.html' title='Jump in Time/Time stands Still'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RpMvEiEmG2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/eWpLllzvnx8/s72-c/DSC03995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6602777670048973501</id><published>2007-06-26T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:19:06.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Where I Am ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, be patient. I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the time being: this is what I was thinking, reading, dreaming and could have been writing about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orballo, Rias Baixas D.O. Albariño 2005. Excellent, white, from Galicia in Northern-Spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Bagdad American soldiers found an orphanage with 20 children. They were exhausted, lying on the floor in their own shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hackney, the place not to be in London, on &lt;em&gt;Newsnight&lt;/em&gt;. 15 minutes of do it yourself TV by desperate but proud black teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Banksy from Brussels is called Bonom. Check him out on the net or in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emich.be/images/brusselblogtbe/bonom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.emich.be/images/brusselblogtbe/bonom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mind the Bike&lt;/em&gt;. People are promoting the exploration of London by bicycle. The Tour the France has it's Prologue in London, Flemish photographer Stephan Vanfleteren is exhibiting his &lt;em&gt;Flandrien&lt;/em&gt; pictures at the Host Gallery (1 Honduras Street). This Gallery wants to be the number one in photojournalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vincent Kompany (young, gifted, black, smart, Belgian football player with African roots) went to the Congo where his father was born. He is an amabassador for SOS Kinderdorpen and they are supporting orphanages. I saw it on TV: emo works, ratio does not. Vincent in Congo creates the urge to help. But there's a Grand Canyon between the urge to help and to help in real life in real time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delaus.ec.europa.eu/images/refugees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.delaus.ec.europa.eu/images/refugees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2006 there were 13 million refugees in the world. The largest numbers are fleeing Afganistan (2,1 million), Irak (1,5 miljon), Sudan (686.000), Somalia (460.000) and from Congo and Burundi (400.000 each). The 13 million does not include 4,3 milion Palestinians. The 13 milion does not include people on the run without a permanent place to live but that actually stay in their own country. That's an extra 25 milion people. 13 milion of them wander around in Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RoFQCCCt5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kGwRyjj_yC0/s1600-h/Inspired+by+Banksy_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080429850488857794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RoFQCCCt5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kGwRyjj_yC0/s320/Inspired+by+Banksy_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inspired by Banksy, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6602777670048973501?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/6602777670048973501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=6602777670048973501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6602777670048973501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6602777670048973501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-i-am.html' title='Where I Am ?'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RoFQCCCt5MI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kGwRyjj_yC0/s72-c/Inspired+by+Banksy_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-8074180342743168104</id><published>2007-06-15T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:09:01.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Kick my Conscience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blur-unofficial.com/images/discography/albums/modernlifeisrubbish_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.blur-unofficial.com/images/discography/albums/modernlifeisrubbish_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Blur, 1993, Modern Life is Rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now: Listen to the single &lt;em&gt;nag nag nag &lt;/em&gt;from Cabaret Voltaire (1979). Sure, it's on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm shocked. Again. Radio 1 in Flanders might sponsor the culture of nagging with taxpayers money... Can you believe that? Last monday I wrote about complaining as a national sport, the next day I read about the plan of &lt;strong&gt;Pat Donnez.&lt;/strong&gt; The excellent radiopresenter and -producer is planning a tryout for a new show. He wants to put &lt;em&gt;Grumpy Old Men&lt;/em&gt; on the radio. He calls it &lt;em&gt;Gromberen&lt;/em&gt; (growling bears). A show for the discontent in Flanders, so that's for almost everybody. He wants to create a forum and an opportunity for the dissatisfied to throw it all on the airwaves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Than there's &lt;strong&gt;Steve Michiels&lt;/strong&gt;, a painter and a cartoonist. He says he started publishing his cartoons when he was sixteen. At least once a week he wants to tell us what he thinks about this world going to pieces. Very loud and over-simplified: there is no way out, we are on this boat together and we are sinking. Michiels calls it a case of mental hygiene, putting the garbage outside. Now, other peoples' garbage makes me sick. So, stop that. When the cat crawls your garbagebag to pieces, I do'nt care and I don't want to know. Take care of it yourself. Clean it up and shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.italica.rai.it/principali/argomenti/arte/persone/gr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.italica.rai.it/principali/argomenti/arte/persone/gr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I see no problem when Pat &amp; Steve keep knocking on my door to bother me about hunger in Africa, people dying in the streets of Brussels because of deprivation or the hole in the ozon layer. That's about kicking me a conscience and in the end I've got one. It is the popular theory of the famous writer Louis Paul Boon. But nobody can convince me that the world should know or understand his big problem with (a) the cashier in the supermarket with the fake nails, (b) the world famous chef who puts his name on instant meals, (c) the total collapse of civilisation or (d) the lack of parkingspace in your street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get a life and have the guts to show the world that you are happy and a very lucky bastard. If you have AIDS, your wife has got cancer or your 3 year old dissapeared when on holiday in the Algarve: point taken. In that case I was not talking about you. Of course I was not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS When nuissance becomes government...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Delcambre, Louisiana, US. It's forbidden to wear baggy trousers showing your underpants. If you do you risk a maximum of 6 months in prison and a penalty of 500 $.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Will my country, with a little help of our national naggers, be the first to tackle this problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(1) whale-tail and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(2) celebrity whale-tail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnJ2LyCt5JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuCukt7y37A/s1600-h/whale-tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076249674783777938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnJ2LyCt5JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuCukt7y37A/s320/whale-tail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(1) Campus whale-tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnJ2WyCt5KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HRjWTfIQbVs/s1600-h/gillian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076249863762338978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnJ2WyCt5KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HRjWTfIQbVs/s320/gillian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(2) Gillian Anderson, Celebrity whale-tail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnOLryCt5LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/G_OhOI6Xq1U/s1600-h/Homeless_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076554789260485810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnOLryCt5LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/G_OhOI6Xq1U/s320/Homeless_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Homeless, London_2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-8074180342743168104?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/8074180342743168104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=8074180342743168104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/8074180342743168104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/8074180342743168104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/06/kick-my-conscience.html' title='Kick my Conscience'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RnJ2LyCt5JI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XuCukt7y37A/s72-c/whale-tail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6411239308758280479</id><published>2007-06-11T12:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:52:34.324+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rolling Stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Black &amp; Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, it’s the Stones Album from 1976, the first without Mick Taylor and introducing Ron Wood. Keith &amp; Mick tried Rory Gallagher, Jeff Beck, Harvey Mandel, Wayne Perkins and Ron Wood who was a free agent after the split of The Faces in 1975. And Ronnie got it! Not his guitar but the influence of black music gives the album it’s name and it’s the talent of the late great Billie Preston that adds an enormous extra to the familiar Stones recipe. Black and Blue might be an underrated album but nobody can overlook Melody because of Billie’s piano. And because of an anecdote that you can find in a lot of Violence Against Women studies. In June 1976, Atlantic Records put up a billboard on Sunset Strip in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Los&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Angeles&lt;/span&gt; to promote the new record. It showed a bruised and bound woman saying, "I'm 'Black and Blue' from the Rolling Stones —and I love it!" A new organization, called Women Against Violence Against Women (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WAVAW&lt;/span&gt;), protested to Atlantic. And… the company took down the billboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2eGiCt5EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKUT8hyuaGM/s1600-h/stones_banned_ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074886190171022402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2eGiCt5EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKUT8hyuaGM/s320/stones_banned_ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this entry is not entirely about the Stones. It’s about yesterday’s election in Belgium. The government got beaten. They are liberals (blue) and socialists (red) and they are known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Paars&lt;/span&gt; (purple). Since 1999 this is the coalition that governs the country. Today, I’m sure, they are analyzing in depth but in a few quotes I’ll try to synthesize what they told yesterday in a first reply to defeat.&lt;br /&gt;- There is no progression by left side parties anywhere in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;- We lacked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- There is a lot we did the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;- We were too modest about everything this government did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;- There’s nothing wrong with the way we tried to explain things.&lt;br /&gt;- There’s nothing wrong with our program…&lt;br /&gt;Most votes in the Flemish part of Belgium went to the centre party (CD&amp;amp;V) and to everyone else right of centre. ‘Good management’ and ‘Credibility’ were CD&amp;V’s slogans to take more than 30%. They made a profit out of the failures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Verhofstadt&lt;/span&gt;’s government. Like Purple did 8 years ago when CD&amp;amp;V and it’s partners made the same mistakes. The majority of the voters went for it and so now it’s time for something else. But it will not be something completely different. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2eZiCt5FI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xNp1TKhjwDs/s1600-h/Tobback.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about Black and Blue? It was the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;left wing&lt;/span&gt; crocodile, Louis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tobback&lt;/span&gt;, who predicted years ago that Purple was going to be Black and Blue in the end. That's what I call vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2geyCt5HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0yAxu0q6VUg/s1600-h/Tobback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074888805806105714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2geyCt5HI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0yAxu0q6VUg/s400/Tobback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Smart crocodile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mind you: this is not about what happened in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wallonia&lt;/span&gt;. We are two countries. I knew it and yesterday’s result proved it to be right. The majority in Flanders wants to change the foundation of the country, that’s what CD&amp;amp;V’s 30% is telling us. But on the other side of the language border nobody is interested.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, Mister Prime Minister, Belgium is yours.&lt;br /&gt;What do I think? I’m shocked. People cannot stop nagging. They keep on going. Even when there is almost nothing left to nag about. There is no new government yet but, come on, let’s start complaining right here, right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2eziCt5GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0p_R5mK35i0/s1600-h/World"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074886963265135714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2eziCt5GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0p_R5mK35i0/s320/World%27s+End+%27by+the+river%27_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;World's End 'by the river,' London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6411239308758280479?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/6411239308758280479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=6411239308758280479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6411239308758280479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6411239308758280479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-blue.html' title='Black &amp; Blue'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm2eGiCt5EI/AAAAAAAAAEs/hKUT8hyuaGM/s72-c/stones_banned_ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-2579461587037008584</id><published>2007-06-06T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:44:43.704+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarantino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Baby it's You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Death Proof is bloody, stupid and buoyant in a kind of infantile way, celebrating mayhem and flesh and gore…” (Stephen Hunter in The Washington Post). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No offense taken by the director, I can imagine. This one is supposed to be silly and stupid. In the theatre where I saw it, people were wetting themselves laughing out too loud. In my head I heard Tarantino giggle non stop and I saw him in the movie enjoying himself to death surrounded by ugly girls. Death Proof is a tribute to Road-, Carchase-, Slasher-, Exploitation- and Sexploitation-movies from the sixties and seventies. It’s a tribute to B-movies and that B might stand for bad. There’s a lot of conversation. Girltalk. Yeah, boring. But it's the kind of conversation you’re not familiar with as a man so you keep listening with an embarassed grin on your face. Be always aware that it’s girltalk written by a man. So, double fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm4jAiCt5II/AAAAAAAAAFM/uCvmgGAxV-g/s1600-h/Sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075032322138301570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm4jAiCt5II/AAAAAAAAAFM/uCvmgGAxV-g/s400/Sydney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sidney Tamiia Poitier &amp; Brigitte Bardot: barefooted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what makes this one different and unforgettable to some of us: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapdance (Vanessa Ferlito from CSI: New York); &lt;em&gt;baby it’s you&lt;/em&gt; by Smith (from A Group Called Smith, 1969); Zoe Bell (Uma Thurman’s stunt double in Kill Bill) as herself; Lebanon, Tennessee; could Pete Townshend have been a member of Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick &amp; Tich?; jump cuts; Kurt Russell crying and drinking Four Roses Bourbon in his wrecked car; Sidney Poitier’s daughter in her thong style bodyshorts; Willy Deville’s &lt;em&gt;it’s so easy&lt;/em&gt; (from the soundtrack of Cruising, 1980) on the radio; the Soldier Blue-filmposter; the yellow Mustang; &lt;em&gt;laisse tomber les filles &lt;/em&gt;by Serge Gainsbourg=&lt;em&gt;chick habbit&lt;/em&gt; by April March …&lt;br /&gt;I Had a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tip: Enjoy &lt;em&gt;baby it’s you&lt;/em&gt; by Smith on YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smith is/was a one hit-wonder from Saint Louis, Missouri. The singer is Gayle McCormick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmePLSCt5DI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_eWvmxO1bYI/s1600-h/Promo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073180929240720434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmePLSCt5DI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_eWvmxO1bYI/s320/Promo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Gayle McCormick from Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Smith performs &lt;em&gt;the weight&lt;/em&gt; (original by The Band) on the soundtrack of Easy Rider. It’s also from the A Group Called Smith album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmeO1iCt5CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DhRZnbgu_hw/s1600-h/V+&amp;+A+&amp;amp;+Kylie+&amp;+WW+II_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073180555578565666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmeO1iCt5CI/AAAAAAAAAEc/DhRZnbgu_hw/s320/V+%26+A+%26+Kylie+%26+WW+II_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;V &amp;amp;amp; A &amp; Kylie &amp;amp; WWII, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-2579461587037008584?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/2579461587037008584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=2579461587037008584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/2579461587037008584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/2579461587037008584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-its-you.html' title='Baby it&apos;s You'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rm4jAiCt5II/AAAAAAAAAFM/uCvmgGAxV-g/s72-c/Sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-3587482287070082987</id><published>2007-06-04T21:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:47:06.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Daddies &amp; Daughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent the weekend at Nieuwpoort by the sea. Met a lot of new people: husbands &amp; wives, mothers &amp;amp; sons, daddies &amp; daughters. I know that everybody thinks that I'm a 'father and son' kinda guy. They are not mistaken. But for me it's only 50%. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the sea I met two guys who don't have a son. No son fullstop or not yet a son. I don't know and it's not important. And I think they know that it's not important. But when you've got only one and it's a girl, the world is all about daddies &amp;amp; daughters and it's the best little universe in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4ixbqzUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W52sTUwWqnk/s1600-h/Jits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072311619106295106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4ixbqzUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W52sTUwWqnk/s320/Jits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Jits, Nieuwpoort_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4PRbqzTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O1530zAyxJE/s1600-h/Zomer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072311284098846002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4PRbqzTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O1530zAyxJE/s320/Zomer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Zomer, Nieuwpoort_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4HBbqzSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uEv6ttrYRSs/s1600-h/Renet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072311142364925218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4HBbqzSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uEv6ttrYRSs/s320/Renet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renet, Nieuwpoort_2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR7XxbqzVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QjlqBFSV_CI/s1600-h/Eva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072314728662617426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR7XxbqzVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QjlqBFSV_CI/s320/Eva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Eva, Mechelen_2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's mellow, it's soft, it's hazy and it might be corny to some of you but anyway: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Savage Juliet, &lt;em&gt;fathers and daughters&lt;/em&gt; (from Longshot, 2004) is nice to dream to. TSJ are from NY, NY. The singer's name is Kate Dwyer. She writes most of the songs. Their second album is called Another Roadside Attraction and &lt;strong&gt;The Savage Juliet&lt;/strong&gt; is a very, very intriguing name for a band. They caught my eye. In an interview on &lt;a href="http://www.thedelimagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.thedelimagazine.com/&lt;/a&gt; they explain where they got the name from. &lt;em&gt;"It's some old lady pantsuit store in Missouri. She might be a renegade… I think it's a clothing store for the kind of eccentric, southern old ladies who still wear driving gloves. Chad thinks she has a penchant for bittersweet affairs.A girl was telling me a story about her hometown and mentioned the store and we needed a name… it was the only one we all loved and that didn't have an attachment to anything weird or bad so we kept it."&lt;/em&gt; Excellent story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmY_QCCt5BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SIumN4SHo3o/s1600-h/K+&amp;+C_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072811574938166290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmY_QCCt5BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SIumN4SHo3o/s320/K+%26+C_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kensington &amp;amp; Chelsea, London_2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-3587482287070082987?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/3587482287070082987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=3587482287070082987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/3587482287070082987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/3587482287070082987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/06/daddies-daughters.html' title='Daddies &amp; Daughters'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmR4ixbqzUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W52sTUwWqnk/s72-c/Jits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6776376601768937697</id><published>2007-05-31T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:15:24.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The Philosophy of Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Let me put this bluntly, in language even a busy blogger can understand: &lt;strong&gt;Criticism&lt;/strong&gt; — and its humble cousin, &lt;strong&gt;reviewing&lt;/strong&gt; — is not a democratic activity. It is, or should be, an elite enterprise, ideally undertaken by individuals who bring something to the party beyond their hasty, instinctive opinions of a book (or any other cultural object). It is work that requires disciplined taste, historical and theoretical knowledge and a fairly deep sense of the author’s (or filmmaker’s or painter’s) entire body of work, among other qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opinion&lt;/strong&gt; — thumbs up, thumbs down — is the least important aspect of reviewing. Very often, in the best reviews, opinion is conveyed without a judgmental word being spoken, because the review’s highest business is to initiate intelligent dialogue about the work in question, beginning a discussion that, in some cases, will persist down the years, even down the centuries.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this from the weblog of Marc Goossens, responsable for Dance at the Cultural Centre of Berchem (Antwerp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.daprice.be/" href="http://www.daprice.be/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.daprice.be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marc Goossens just received a price for best cultural weblog, one of 18 categories at the annual Satin Pajama Awards for European blogs. It’s organised by A Fistful of Euros. These ar some pretty farcical, quite obscure names but what Marc wrote about criticism, reviewing and opinion is correct.&lt;br /&gt;I almost put down brilliant in stead of correct. Sometimes I’ve got the urge to overdo things. But I fight against it and from time to time I win.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I really believe in the principle or the philosophy I discovered in blogging: it’s an instrument to get in touch with an opinion, a world or a part of it, or to be confronted with ideas you did not know before. It could just kickstart you to create a piece of genius and to win a nobel prize. Or it can just amuse you. And that’s what I like most about blogs or blogging.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmAymRbqzQI/AAAAAAAAADk/vg4uhIj0PB4/s1600-h/Cloth+Fair_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071108813515050242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmAymRbqzQI/AAAAAAAAADk/vg4uhIj0PB4/s320/Cloth+Fair_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cloth Fair, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6776376601768937697?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/6776376601768937697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=6776376601768937697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6776376601768937697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6776376601768937697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/philosophy-of-blogging.html' title='The Philosophy of Blogging'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmAymRbqzQI/AAAAAAAAADk/vg4uhIj0PB4/s72-c/Cloth+Fair_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-7927313389406208543</id><published>2007-05-31T05:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:45:38.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Waste of Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(New Series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superfluous glossy magazines with more than 200 pages&lt;/strong&gt;. You've got no time to read them, they are expensive &amp; pretentious and yet you buy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rl5sIhbqzPI/AAAAAAAAADc/nZW5JSDQOlI/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070609124134931698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rl5sIhbqzPI/AAAAAAAAADc/nZW5JSDQOlI/s320/x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gathering Dust, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wallpaper. JUNE/JULY 2007. INTERNATIONAL DESIGN INTERIORS LIFESTYLE. Standing proud. Bigger, brighter, bolder. Our 100th issue. 7.90 €&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Monocle. &lt;em&gt;issue 01. volume 01&lt;/em&gt; MARCH 2007 A BRIEFING ON GLOBAL AFFAIRS, BUSINESS, CULTURE &amp;amp; DESIGN. 11 €&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;GQ Style. THE DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO MEN'S FASHION. SPRING/SUMMER 2007 ISSUE 4. FASHION, GROOMING, ART, DESIGN, OPINION. 12 €&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day you'll catch me burning them &lt;em&gt;in style&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you check on the web (do'nt do it too&lt;/span&gt; often, it's bad when you want to nourish yourself as an original thinker) you'll find almost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.popcultmag.com/passingfancies/bottomfive/glossymags/slickmags1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.popcultmag.com/passingfancies/bottomfive/glossymags/slickmags1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damned! &lt;/em&gt;But hey, you can feel a part of the community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmA04xbqzRI/AAAAAAAAADs/qgD9FDh65xo/s1600-h/Tube(x)_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071111330365885714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RmA04xbqzRI/AAAAAAAAADs/qgD9FDh65xo/s320/Tube(x)_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tube 'SECRETS', London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-7927313389406208543?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/7927313389406208543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=7927313389406208543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7927313389406208543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7927313389406208543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/waste.html' title='Waste of Paper'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rl5sIhbqzPI/AAAAAAAAADc/nZW5JSDQOlI/s72-c/x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-4803767513112609586</id><published>2007-05-29T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:41:34.753+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>TOMATOES in the Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The new kitchen will be ready real soon. Can't wait. So, maybe this will be the very basic &amp; simple start of a new life in a new kitchen environment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But first things first. Why &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomatoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Take a look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabblo.com/studio/stories/view/93782/"&gt;http://www.tabblo.com/studio/stories/view/93782/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You should know by now: it's because they are so sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(soup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1kg large tomatoes, halved; 500gr country-style bread, crust removed, cut into pieces of 2,5cm (about 4 cups); 1 red pepper, seeded, diced; 1 cup chopped peeled cucumber; 1/2 cup diced red onion; 1/4 cup Sherry wine vinegar; 1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil; 1 garlic clove, minced; 1/2 teaspoon cumin; 1/2 teaspoon paprika; 1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split, seed and chop tomatoes, reserving juices and discarding seeds. Place chopped tomatoes and tomato juices to large glass bowl. Add next 9 ingredients. Let stand at room temperature 1/2 hour. Working in batches, puree gazpacho with 1 cup water in blender until smooth. Pour gazpacho into coarse strainer (opt) set over large bowl. Press on solids to extract as much soup as possible. Season with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;Chill at least 2 hours and up to 1 day. Serve cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Side dish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Bite of Tomatoe &amp; Watermellon &amp;amp; Homemade Juice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8 small tomatoes; ¼ watermellon, diced; 1 tablespoon of lime juice; 1 teaspoon of lime zest; 60 ml olive oil; 1 tablespoon of tomato vinegar; a pinch of salt; 200 ml tomatoe pulp; 200 ml mineral water; ½ clove of garlic; green and purple Shiso or black sesame seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade tomatoe juice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mix the pulp of tomatoes with water, boil and add a crushed clove of garlic. Filter, spice and chill. Serve when cold in small glasses. You can add some tomatoe vinegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skewer with tomatoe and watermellon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seed the tomatoes with a teaspoon. Marinate the watermellon (5 minutes) in limejuice, zest and tomatoe vinegar. Put a piece of tomato on a cubicle of watermellon and put a green and a purple leave of Shiso (or the sesame seeds) on top. Fill the skewers this way, make sure it looks good. Add salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mikesgarden.co.uk/lynn/tomato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mikesgarden.co.uk/lynn/tomato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Main dish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Grilled Tuna &amp; Penne with Tomatoes &amp;amp; Balsamic Vinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ingredients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-4 cloves garlic, sliced very thin; 2 1/2 teaspoon dried rosemary; 2 cans plum tomatoes; salt; freshly ground black pepper; 250gr penne or other short tubular pasta; 2 tsp. balsamic vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;4 tuna steaks; olive oil, salt &amp; freshly ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put oil and garlic in large skillet over medium heat. As soon as the garlic starts to sizzle, add tomatoes, salt and grind lots of pepper, add rosemary. Cook 10 to 12 minutes, then turn off heat. Cook pasta in lots of salted water. When done, al dente, drain and immediately put into skillet with sauce. Turn heat on low and toss pasta in sauce 1 minute. Turn off heat; make a well in middle of pasta, pour in vinegar, toss pasta well. Serve asap.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime: mix olive oil, lime juice, salt and pepper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brush it on the tuna steaks. Grill for 4 minutes per side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rl0A5xbqzOI/AAAAAAAAADU/pLh537lx4bk/s1600-h/Tomato+Soup,+London_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070209748010978530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rl0A5xbqzOI/AAAAAAAAADU/pLh537lx4bk/s320/Tomato+Soup,+London_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Plain Tomato Soup, London_2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-4803767513112609586?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/4803767513112609586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=4803767513112609586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/4803767513112609586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/4803767513112609586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/tomatoes-in-summertime.html' title='TOMATOES in the Summertime'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rl0A5xbqzOI/AAAAAAAAADU/pLh537lx4bk/s72-c/Tomato+Soup,+London_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-2069296854336115994</id><published>2007-05-26T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:53:48.612+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Idols (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discover. Get excited. Milestones &amp; landmarks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never to forget Idols that inspire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoration. Admiration. Respect. Positive vibrations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O N E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Prince and The Revolution, live &lt;em&gt;Parade Tour&lt;/em&gt; in Brussels (Vorst) August, 1986&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgp4xbqzHI/AAAAAAAAACc/0WStsgZcS24/s1600-h/parade_gallery-01[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068847435924294770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgp4xbqzHI/AAAAAAAAACc/0WStsgZcS24/s320/parade_gallery-01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;T W O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Prince, live &lt;em&gt;Sign O' The Times Tour&lt;/em&gt; in Antwerp (Sportpaleis) June, 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgq9xbqzII/AAAAAAAAACk/rfhGNdJAV6g/s1600-h/sign-gallery-18[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068848621335268482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgq9xbqzII/AAAAAAAAACk/rfhGNdJAV6g/s320/sign-gallery-18%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.skynet.be/newpowersoul/belgium/prince_in_belgium_index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://users.skynet.be/newpowersoul/belgium/prince_in_belgium_index.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlg0OhbqzJI/AAAAAAAAACs/U1B4nxXD_2E/s1600-h/earth[1].gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068858804702727314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlg0OhbqzJI/AAAAAAAAACs/U1B4nxXD_2E/s320/earth%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So what is there to say about an artist who himself lost faith in the recording industry and in show business? He performs 21 nights in London this summer. Prince will kick off with 7 concerts in the doomed dome that's now officially called the O2 Arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I would never miss such an occasion, but... Something happened to my connection with &lt;em&gt;the imp of the perverse&lt;/em&gt;. I feel that he is a brilliant has been. He used to do something to me with every record or song, word or note, his guitar, his piano, his drumming and his dirty dancing with Wendy Melvoin, Lisa Coleman, Sheila E, Cat and even Candy Dulfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I will never forget the opening of the 1987 concert in Antwerp. It's June and too hot inside a sold out Sportpaleis. Now, here is one of the true great music-moments in my live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's at the very beginning of the concert. It's dark. &lt;em&gt;Oh Yeah&lt;/em&gt;. Imagine the rhythm-track of Sign O' The Times. It's an anthem in itself, it knocks you out, a beat and sound you can pick from a million. Prince &amp;amp; Cat, extremely high up on the stage, wind blowing through their clothes, yellow and orange lights, Cat turns like a dancing dervish, Prince gives a Hendrix-inspired guitar performance, licking and bending and beating the six strings and he ruins his throat singing &lt;em&gt;In France a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name&lt;/em&gt;. High on his heels he pushes and rides against Cat's ass&lt;em&gt;. But if a night falls and a bomb falls Will anybody see the dawn?&lt;/em&gt; I'm all goosebumps, start to cry and cannot stand the thought that in a few moments this is going to be all over. &lt;em&gt;It's the sign... of the Times.&lt;/em&gt; Than there's the drumming of a live band and it's coming from behind. The band marching in. Sheila E is leading the pack and they are all banging a drum. Eric Leeds, Dr. Fink, Levi Jr., Atlanta Bliss, you name them. There's tears all over my face and I don't want to hide them. This is a magical mystery moment. And all of a sudden it's &lt;em&gt;Play in the Sunshine.&lt;/em&gt; Still a genius performing but the magic is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm 100% sure the genius will be in the O2 Arena but it cannot beat that perfect momentum in the summer of 1987. If I'm in London in the summer of 2007 I'll visit HOW WE ARE, Photographing Britain in Tate Modern. If you pay 31,21 £ you can see Prince. 3121 is the title of his new album. I did not get it. My Prince was here for the last time 20 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlg8yxbqzKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HNElegPVbTI/s1600-h/Millenium+Dome_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068868223566007458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlg8yxbqzKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/HNElegPVbTI/s320/Millenium+Dome_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Millenium Dome aka O2 Dome, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-2069296854336115994?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/2069296854336115994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=2069296854336115994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/2069296854336115994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/2069296854336115994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/idols-i.html' title='Idols (I)'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgp4xbqzHI/AAAAAAAAACc/0WStsgZcS24/s72-c/parade_gallery-01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-209400404175846960</id><published>2007-05-25T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T06:35:53.476+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champions League'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Athens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Athens is to blame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O N E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(23_05_2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They welcome you at the airport and there's blue banners in the streets. Like Istanbul was in May 2005 and Paris last year in the same month: this is UEFA Champions League City for a week. Athens is a city that I'm not very fond of. It's a permanent attack on your lungs, there's too many cars and I got ripped here once and that's something one can never forget or forgive. I trusted a man who insulted me by saying "You people from &lt;em&gt;the West&lt;/em&gt; never got time." To prove that wrong I followed him to have a drink. The story ends with them taking their time to empty my wallet. It was 4 pm, broad daylight. It can happen everywhere but to me it happened in Athens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did the goddess take it's name from the city or was it the other way round? What came first deity or city? I cannot get my facts straight. That bothers me. And I blame Athens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the eldest still inhabited city in Europe. People have been living here for at least 3000 years. In the 4th and 5th centuries BC there where almost 300.000 inhabitants in the area. In terms of population of the metropolitan area it's the number 14 in Europe. 3.799.134 people, last year... So it should be my kind of town. But it's not, no way. There is no chemistry. Athens is ugly, it's chaos but of the boring kind, there's no colour, I do not like the light, for me the vibes are negative, it never seems to inspire me and when it rains it smells like decomposing flowers. In a few minutes I reach the situation where I suspect people not to smile at me on purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So who is going to blow the expensive Calatrava-roof off the stadium tonight? The well dressed M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;en &amp; Women from Milan or the working class Anfield Boys &amp;amp; Girls? Will it be opera or The Beatles? The Cavern Club or the Scala? Being a Stones-guy myself, I don't have to choose. I want to see and say "excellent football" but I'm quite sure that I will not get any. But it's the final so circumstances are always special. And you know what? If it's a stinker, I've always got Athens to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T W O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgj2hbqzFI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZL_pheob4fA/s1600-h/Filipo-Inzaghi-AC-Milan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068840800199822418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgj2hbqzFI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZL_pheob4fA/s320/Filipo-Inzaghi-AC-Milan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;pippo, the clown that does not smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(05_pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Who needs Zeus when you've got Fowler?" was written on, without a doubt, the best banner I saw tonight. But Milan won Paolo Maldini's fifth Champions Cup. Now he is the eldest (39 in June) ever to captain a team in a European final. What a crap match it was. It proved that Liverpool needs more than one Gerrard to win these matches: one behind the ball and another in front of it, one to set it up an another to score. The match made clear that AC Milan is the smartest and the high quality team that deserves to win the 006_007 UEFA Champions League. Because coach Ancelotti is correct when he says: "I'm happy we've got a team with two faces. If they keep us from playing good football, we try it the other way." That's your &lt;em&gt;total football&lt;/em&gt; in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlgjxxbqzEI/AAAAAAAAACE/juXBm8r-yG0/s1600-h/barn4[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068840718595443778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlgjxxbqzEI/AAAAAAAAACE/juXBm8r-yG0/s320/barn4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;wet feet guaranteed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait to leave Athens. I'm sure it will rain all day, tomorrow. Streets will get drowned and everybody will wear the wrong shoes. I got drunk in Fandango on Michalakopoulou. Nice bar, good music. It made me feel like going home. I miss my Highland Park (18 Years Old). And I blame Athens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlglhxbqzGI/AAAAAAAAACU/8CdVHwH_puw/s1600-h/Deptford+&amp;+Isle+Of+Dogs_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068842642740792418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlglhxbqzGI/AAAAAAAAACU/8CdVHwH_puw/s320/Deptford+%26+Isle+Of+Dogs_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Deptford &amp;amp; Isle of Dogs_London, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-209400404175846960?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/209400404175846960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=209400404175846960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/209400404175846960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/209400404175846960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/athens-is-to-blame.html' title='Athens is to blame'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rlgj2hbqzFI/AAAAAAAAACM/ZL_pheob4fA/s72-c/Filipo-Inzaghi-AC-Milan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-2129300273462898810</id><published>2007-05-20T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:42:15.029+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Paola- &amp; Fabiola- &amp; Herman246 &amp; cetera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://paola246.skynetblogs.be/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://paola246.skynetblogs.be/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry but you have to understand Dutch and/or Flemish... It's online theater, using every corner of the web, there is even more than I know and understand (youtube, twitter, flickr, skynetblogs...). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlBZpxbqzCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QG4xhi2KWdc/s1600-h/dyn001_small150_600_450_jpeg_2593858_bc633383e1d6d4292793ffd51b578e54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066648154970704930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlBZpxbqzCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QG4xhi2KWdc/s320/dyn001_small150_600_450_jpeg_2593858_bc633383e1d6d4292793ffd51b578e54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is Paola. In Dutch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I call her &lt;em&gt;ontwapenend.&lt;/em&gt; She knocks you out, she is so fresh, so real but... a fake. She/they fooled me for, let's say, 20 minutes. In looking for more on the net I suddenly understood that they were pulling my leg. No harm done. You must enjoy, cheer up, do not take live too serious etc. When you can be serious when you should, there's no danger in being a phoney from time to time. Ask your kids or some kid you know, I'm sure they will understand. They love it when you act or when you play the fool. Even when you're a bad actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hetpaleis.be/events.php?id=157&amp;parent="&gt;http://www.hetpaleis.be/events.php?id=157&amp;amp;parent=&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlBa0RbqzDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EK7tKe9T19Y/s1600-h/Who_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066649434870959154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlBa0RbqzDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EK7tKe9T19Y/s320/Who_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who?, London_2006&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS Now I found out that over this country's border they call her &lt;em&gt;lonelygirl15&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://one.revver.com/account/show/lonelygirl15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://one.revver.com/account/show/lonelygirl15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://one.revver.com/account/show/lonelygirl15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-2129300273462898810?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/2129300273462898810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=2129300273462898810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/2129300273462898810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/2129300273462898810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/paola-fabiola-herman246-cetera.html' title='Paola- &amp; Fabiola- &amp; Herman246 &amp; cetera'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlBZpxbqzCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QG4xhi2KWdc/s72-c/dyn001_small150_600_450_jpeg_2593858_bc633383e1d6d4292793ffd51b578e54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-7495488829487042278</id><published>2007-05-19T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T09:57:47.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Angels can be Little Devils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taste This : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fairport Convention/&lt;strong&gt;Sandy Denny&lt;/strong&gt; w&lt;em&gt;ho knows where the time goes &lt;/em&gt;(from Unhalfbricking, 1969). Died when she was only 31. Here drinking partners included John Bonham and Keith Moon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nancy Sinatra&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bang bang&lt;/em&gt; (from How does that grab you, 1966). It's Sinatra does Cher. It's the hazy twang that gets on your nerves and gives you the headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolie Holland&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;mexican blue&lt;/em&gt; (from Springtime Can Kill You, 2006). She is a Be Good Tanya. Spooky voice, ghostly song. Texas born but sounds as if she is Canadian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julee Cruise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;falling&lt;/em&gt; (from Floating into the night, 1989). The roadmap to Twin Peaks. Now you can be sure to get lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria McKee &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if love is a red dress&lt;/em&gt; (from I'm gonna soothe you, 1993). She is an excellent singer and dito songwriter but this one is on the list because it's an uppercut of a song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mazzy Star/&lt;strong&gt;Hope Sandoval&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fade into you&lt;/em&gt; (from So Tonight That I Might See, 1993). So much of that ultimate craving and still you keep yearning for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlnMhRbqzMI/AAAAAAAAADE/nOIu151EkGY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abba/&lt;strong&gt;Agnetha Fältskog &amp; Anni-Frid Lyngstad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;s.o.s.&lt;/em&gt; (from Abba, 1975). The Blond and The Red. In S.O.S. the haunting mix of their voices reaches a climax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Chemical Brothers/&lt;strong&gt;Beth Orton&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;where do i begin &lt;/em&gt;(from Dig Your Own Hole, 1997). Always melancholic and she gives something of the seventies to every song she touches. The Chemicals and William Orbit's muse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gram Parsons &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Emmylou Harris&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;love hurts&lt;/em&gt; (from Grievous Angel, 1974). Every song needs stardust. Without a little Emmylou there is not enough of the hurting kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Air/&lt;strong&gt;Beth Hirsch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;all i need &lt;/em&gt;(from Moon Safari, 1998). She is able to pump a soul and some magnetic poetry into French kitsch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Mortal Coil/&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Frazer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;song to the siren&lt;/em&gt; (from It'll End In Tears, 1998). Landmark. Example. The song is a cathedral and who needs a choir when she is in the neighbourhood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isobel Campbell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bird in the wood &lt;/em&gt;(from Milkwhite Sheets, 2006). Let's forget about Belle &amp; Sebastian. Delicate and lush. Plays a cello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aimee Mann&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;going through the motions&lt;/em&gt; (from The Forgotten Arm, 2005). You forget her left arm and than you get punched by the right. She's got a large anchor tattooed on that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ane Brun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;laid in earth&lt;/em&gt; (from A Temporary Dive, 2005). Born in Molde, lives in Stockholm. Det er ikke grensesprengende å la seg inspirere av Nick Drake, Joni Mitchell, Sandy Denny og Fairport Convention og mer samtidige navn som nevnte DiFranco, Kristin Hersh og Beth Orton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ani DiFranco&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fuck you &lt;/em&gt;(from Dilate, 1996). "I do it for the joy it brings, cause I'm a joyful girl. 'Cause the world owes us nothing, we owe each other the world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Astrud Gilberto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;agua de beber&lt;/em&gt; (from Nova Bossa: Red Hot on Verve, 1965). All you need is drinking water and someone to sing about it in Portuguese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iggy Pop &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Kate Pierson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;candy&lt;/em&gt; (from Brick by Brick, 1990). The name of the other bombergirl is Cindy Wilson. Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lazymeadow.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.lazymeadow.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Kate runs a motel in Woodstock, New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cowboy Junkies/&lt;strong&gt;Margo Timmins&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;i'm so lonely i could cry&lt;/em&gt; (from The Trinity Session, 1988). The second album of the Junkies was recorded at Toronto's Church of the Holy Trinity. Except for one song it was recorded in a 14-hour session. Softly, softly, what a whisper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa Paradis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; the future song&lt;/em&gt; (from Vanessa Paradis, 1992). 'Depuis 1998 elle vit avec l'acteur américain Johnny Depp. Ils ont deux enfants: Lily-Rose Melody, né le 27 mai 1999 et Jack John Christopher III, né le 9 avril 2002.' (Wikipedia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Velvet Underground with &lt;strong&gt;Nico&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;femme fatale&lt;/em&gt; (from The Velvet Underground, 1967). At 15 she was sent to Ibiza for a photoshoot and met this photographer who named her Nico as a tribute to his departed Greek lover. High cheekbones, heavy make-up, heavy accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; love &amp; communiation&lt;/em&gt; (from The Greatest, 2006). Alias Chan Marshall. Chan is pronounced Shawn. Raw intimacy with a gruff, chalky confidence. Huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha Wainwright&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;bloody mother fucking asshole&lt;/em&gt; (from Martha Wainwright, 2005). Her father is famous. Her mother is famous. Her brother is Rufus. Martha is the youngest. Born in 1976 in Westchester, New York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marianne Faithfull&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;as tears go by&lt;/em&gt; (from 1964). She is living het fifth decade as a recording artist. In 1973 she performed at an NBC TV-show with David Bowie. They sang Sonny &amp;amp; Cher's I Got You Babe. Marianne was dressed as a nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;CocoRosie/&lt;strong&gt;Bianca &amp;amp; Sierra Casady&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;armageddon&lt;/em&gt; (from Noah's Ark, 2005). They are sisters, born in separate states and raised all over the map. Since their first album they became inseparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny Lewis&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;The Watson Twins&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;somebody else's clothes&lt;/em&gt; (from Rabbit Fur Coat, 2006). Had small roles in Baywatch, Golden Girls and Roseanne. In her own words, Rabbit Fur Coat is a "sort of soul record."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I stopped at 25. Kept 47 to myself. I'm sparing my Little Devils. I'll post a black list in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlnN1BbqzNI/AAAAAAAAADM/LSiq7D763hk/s1600-h/Ave+Maria+Lane_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069309166383451346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlnN1BbqzNI/AAAAAAAAADM/LSiq7D763hk/s320/Ave+Maria+Lane_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ave Maria Lane, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-7495488829487042278?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7495488829487042278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7495488829487042278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/angels-can-be-little-devils.html' title='Angels can be Little Devils'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RlnN1BbqzNI/AAAAAAAAADM/LSiq7D763hk/s72-c/Ave+Maria+Lane_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6769937434783323464</id><published>2007-05-19T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:49:46.294+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andreas Gursky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Very Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was in Tate Modern that I saw a photograph by Andreas Gursky for the first time. It was up high on one of the biggest walls I had ever seen. It would have been too high for somebody else's pictures. But it added to the instant impact and drama of an Andreas Gursky picture. Size matters. Imagine this one when it measures 207 x 336,9 cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk68Khbqy_I/AAAAAAAAABc/-Wv2-Q4KP7c/s1600-h/artwork_images_706_44325_andreas-gursky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066193519797521394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk68Khbqy_I/AAAAAAAAABc/-Wv2-Q4KP7c/s320/artwork_images_706_44325_andreas-gursky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chicago, Board of Trade II &lt;em&gt;1999&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Huge. The King Kong of photographs and it works. It's 100% form before content. It creates an air of distance and less emotion. It's cool but cold and it kills emotion. I cannot imagine people crying or laughing or whatever when they see or saw a Gursky. But it creates a mood, an atmosphere and so it does something to you. When you watch you get involved. When you get overwhelmed, and I can imagine that it happens, the picture sucks you in. Although I am a B&amp;amp;W fan, his selection of subjects and compositions demand for colour and... I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk9X1xbqzBI/AAAAAAAAABs/p7p_qugRQIo/s1600-h/99cent_pop[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066364687129168914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk9X1xbqzBI/AAAAAAAAABs/p7p_qugRQIo/s320/99cent_pop%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;99 Cent &lt;em&gt;1999&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He uses digital manipulation not only to clean up reality but to construct his own universe. Gursky is a God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colour, manipulation, no emotion&lt;/em&gt; and I'm impressed? I'm a fan. Andreas Gursky is an exception in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://d-sites.net/english/gursky.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://d-sites.net/english/gursky.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066363488833293314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk9WwBbqzAI/AAAAAAAAABk/FWurFMSkiug/s320/Tate+Modern(a)_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tate Modern, London_2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tate.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.tate.org.uk/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chelsea won the FA Cup. It would have been a boring afternoon but for one divine moment featuring John Obi Mikel, Frank Lampard and Didier Drogba. Drogba scored his number 33 of the season. Chelsea beats Manchester United 1-0 and wins the FA Cup that could have been the 2007 UEFA Champions League Final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6769937434783323464?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6769937434783323464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6769937434783323464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-big.html' title='Very Big'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk68Khbqy_I/AAAAAAAAABc/-Wv2-Q4KP7c/s72-c/artwork_images_706_44325_andreas-gursky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-8884645823619792196</id><published>2007-05-18T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:32:25.377+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helen Mirren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>What's on a Man's Mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Queen&lt;/em&gt; (2006) and &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;/em&gt; (2005) last week. When you see one you want to see more. More of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; in the first place. She is one of the first you could think about when they every now and then shout: "There's your new thinking man's sex symbol!". I always reply: "And what about Helen, is she still on your list?" Shall I produce a limited list? Here we go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kate Winslet, Cate Blanchett, Rachel Weisz, Bridget Fonda, Alex Kingston, Monica Bellucci, Christina Ricci, Julianne Moore, Emmanuelle Béart, Annette Bening, Jennifer Connelly, Scarlett Johansson, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3kyxbqy9I/AAAAAAAAABM/-bbGVv9yCEw/s1600-h/063_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065956716775656402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3kyxbqy9I/AAAAAAAAABM/-bbGVv9yCEw/s320/063_800x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kirsten Dunst, Sofia Coppola, Kim Delaney, Sherry Stringfield, Heather Graham, Gillian Anderson, Robin Wright Penn, Helena Bonham Carter... So, what about Helen? Why is Helen Mirren the exception on this list? Her 163 cm? Because she is Russian by birth (Illiana Lydia Vasilievna Mironova)? Because she is fluent in French? Because she's married to Oscar-winning director Taylor Hackford? Or because of her age? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's not be bland. She was born in 1945, she played her first part on the silver screen in 1967 and became Dame Helen Mirren in 2003. From all the women listed, and some of them are brilliant, she is the most talented. But Helen Mirren is the special one on the list because she is 61. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiscali.co.uk/entertainment/film/biographies/helen_mirren_biog.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.tiscali.co.uk/entertainment/film/biographies/helen_mirren_biog.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you play some kind of queen six times, you become one. I began by mentioning &lt;em&gt;The Queen&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;/em&gt;. I can add &lt;em&gt;The Madness of King George &lt;/em&gt;(1994), &lt;em&gt;The Snow Queen&lt;/em&gt; (1995), &lt;em&gt;The Prince of Egypt&lt;/em&gt; (1998) and &lt;em&gt;Caligola&lt;/em&gt; (1979). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3k_hbqy-I/AAAAAAAAABU/a1SgTCPh7hg/s1600-h/F07149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065956935818988514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3k_hbqy-I/AAAAAAAAABU/a1SgTCPh7hg/s320/F07149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So on DVD she pretends to be Elizabeth I &amp; II, the voice of The Queen next to the pharaoh Seti I, an icy Snow Queen in another animated movie, Queen Charlotte besides Nigel Hawthorne's exceptional George III and last but not least she was the empress Caesonia in an instant classic Caligola by Tinto Brass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, she made her debut in the Old Vic in 1965. She had a starring role in &lt;em&gt;Antony and Cleopatra . &lt;/em&gt;You can be sure that she did not put on men's clothes to play Antony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3kRxbqy8I/AAAAAAAAABE/_UdEq5txpKA/s1600-h/K+%26+C(b)_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065956149839973314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3kRxbqy8I/AAAAAAAAABE/_UdEq5txpKA/s320/K+%26+C(b)_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Kensington &amp;amp; Chelsea, London_2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-8884645823619792196?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/8884645823619792196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/8884645823619792196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-on-mans-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on a Man&apos;s Mind?'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk3kyxbqy9I/AAAAAAAAABM/-bbGVv9yCEw/s72-c/063_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-5866627747794233199</id><published>2007-05-18T05:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:48:16.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helen Mirren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Prime Suspect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most smart professionals keep the filth outside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;front door&lt;/span&gt;. Not Jane Tennison (Helen Mirren) in the uncomparable Prime Suspect. She always carries her dirty job, the violence and the terror she comes across, with her. Tennison takes every gruesome crime she meets inside her house and her life. There's no private life, hardly friendship, no time for love and tears, only whisky and the comfort of a sneaky sigaret. It's a grim society, there is no escape and it hurts a lot. But Jane Tennison has got convictions. So she keeps on going. She is convinced that in the end there will be justice. At least in the cases she is working and winning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Prime Suspect London is just a backdrop. The city is never a character, it only delivers a place to live, work and suffer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_Suspect"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prime_Suspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday I saw Prime Suspect 6: The Last Witness (2003). It's no goodbye yet. I'm glad there is more to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk0zSxbqy5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oq0uuNSaBqA/s1600-h/Primesuspect-Mirren-Greenwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk0zSxbqy5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oq0uuNSaBqA/s1600-h/Primesuspect-Mirren-Greenwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065761553461726098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk0zSxbqy5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oq0uuNSaBqA/s320/Primesuspect-Mirren-Greenwood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Helen Mirren and Laura Greenwood in The Final Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Prime Suspect The Final Act (2006) Jane Tennison investigates the murder of a missing girl. She struggles with the consequences of too much alcohol and her father dies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk0zCxbqy4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fMvrAUX-QKc/s1600-h/Albert+Bridge(under)_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065761278583819138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk0zCxbqy4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/fMvrAUX-QKc/s320/Albert+Bridge(under)_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Under the Albert Bridge, London_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw a lot of Helen Mirren, lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-5866627747794233199?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/5866627747794233199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/5866627747794233199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/prime-suspect.html' title='Prime Suspect'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/Rk0zSxbqy5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/oq0uuNSaBqA/s72-c/Primesuspect-Mirren-Greenwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-6013586974779687573</id><published>2007-05-17T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:42:43.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>I can see clearly Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Els Maes wrote in De Morgen (Belgian newspaper in Flemish) "Sometimes not taking part is more important than winning". Sometimes? Many times? Always? She got the idea from Ivo Van Damme (Belgian athlete, two silver medals at the 1976 Olympics in Montreal, died in a car crash in the same year). He said: "Your personal best time is the most important." He took part in every major championship but basically was less interested in competing, in beating the enemy, in winning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And we thought this was the most important element in sports at that level. He thought we got it wrong. Els Maes: "You should get better without looking who is running next to you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If we understand this we get better. &lt;em&gt;If&lt;/em&gt; we understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RkxKCxbqy2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7A6WRDHrmI/s1600-h/Bishopsgate+Churchyard_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065505092374547298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RkxKCxbqy2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7A6WRDHrmI/s320/Bishopsgate+Churchyard_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bishopsgate Churchyard, London City_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RkxJLBbqy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/drBY0m94Xmg/s1600-h/St.+Botolph+Churchyard_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065504134596840274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RkxJLBbqy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/drBY0m94Xmg/s320/St.+Botolph+Churchyard_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;St Botolph Churchyard, London City_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Had breakfast with my family in &lt;em&gt;Entrepot du Congo &lt;/em&gt;in Antwerp. Met my daughter's brandnew boyfriend. He's a good guy. Sometimes you see things at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-6013586974779687573?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/6013586974779687573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=6013586974779687573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6013586974779687573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/6013586974779687573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly Now'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RkxKCxbqy2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/E7A6WRDHrmI/s72-c/Bishopsgate+Churchyard_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316083100132094438.post-7528736532719110645</id><published>2007-05-16T19:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:55:12.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackandwhite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Start me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am about to create a weblog of my photography and all other notes and reports to self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The number one statement on this blog is that every photo you make is a memo to yourself. The next is that a little mystery is always welcome and creates an interesting buzz. But this is not about a buzz. It's about what I like and about exploring the world around me and getting better all the time. Including getting better as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here is the &lt;em&gt;very first mystery&lt;/em&gt; on Note to Self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RktMexbqy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t8LWOCTnY6M/s1600-h/k+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065226297457429314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RktMexbqy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t8LWOCTnY6M/s320/k+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;'6 Palace Gate' London, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;_2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in the middle of preparing a project with pictures of London. Everybody who is interested can expect a sneak preview on this weblog every now and then. I'll keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316083100132094438-7528736532719110645?l=notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/feeds/7528736532719110645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6316083100132094438&amp;postID=7528736532719110645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7528736532719110645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316083100132094438/posts/default/7528736532719110645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notetoself-dickie.blogspot.com/2007/05/start-me-up.html' title='Start me Up'/><author><name>Dirk Deferme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03853848326729737412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HvQPECtuvqk/RktMexbqy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/t8LWOCTnY6M/s72-c/k+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
