When do you hear
a completely meant
compliment?
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Right now it reaches from Dutch dream poems to English chocolate sprinkles, enjoy!
So tell me when, dear
When do you hear a completely meant compliment?
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"I made me some popcorn
and sent you an e-mail about it, you didn't respond. But I put some Mrs. Dash on it, so I didn't think you would care." A poem based on an encounter with my mother. This post was actually a draft from a Wednesday 3 weeks ago, when I wrote an enormous post about really relevant and inspirational topics like friends and life, but I forgot what. I do remember having written something about how I am now able to write bog posts like the one I'm writing now, from my phone! Ironically, I wrote that whole post, then uploaded it and realized it just was thrown away because of the Internet not being switched on... So, I learned from that mistake, and now I'm back to publishing a thought, in another Wednesday in space and time. In studying Greek word for my test tomorrow, I found that 'αφρων', which is pronounced as aphrone, means 'onverstandig' in Dutch. Which literally can be translated as 'one without a mind', or in simple English: dumb.
This brought me to wonder why the afro hairstyle would be called dumb, and seen and 'not smart'. Maybe it's the appearance that gives people the subconscious thought that they seem less smart with a huge hairdo like that. I really have no idea as to the name. But what I did realize, is its unknown racial connotations with what people call 'Afro-Americans'. These are best described as Americans with African decent. So I found it obviously very cruel and racist for whoever thought of that widely-used term, to describe black people. In the end, I will not call people Afro-American anymore because it would be calling them dumb, indirectly, even if no one knows it. I had two main ideas today as to what happens with stereotypes.
Verbeelding en verwerking van mijn brein.
Die heeft besloten wat meer uit te vogelen, in het klein. Gedachtes van de dag vluchten voor de pijn. Ik dacht dat ik ergens was, daar was het fijn. Illusie lijkt heel even werkelijkheid te zijn. Totdat ik van de onschuldige rust wordt verstoord, en alles maar een droom blijkt te zijn. De wekker doorboort het hoofd als een trein. Zeker een geluid om over te dromen, die mooie ochtendrijm. John D. Ashworth, Een spontaan gedicht voor Sarah Vrijdag, 7 juni 0:46 AM It was that same Monday... the day I would giant get my free mobile internet, and have a meeting the Ernst and Young headquarters over by RAI. An amazing day we had; free from school, debating in one of Amsterdam's few skyscrapers, eating delicious catered lunch and getting a tour of the building!
But after all was said and done, I went home with the metro and bike. Thie morning I had forgotten that my bike had broken the past Friday, and that my dad's saddle would tilt back when sitting on it. So I had to figure out how to to get to this pretty formal, important meeting on time. And indeed, I took public transit, where the actual story begins... I was off to basketball practice, went by bus. I never take that bus, so I was wondering about where I had to get out... I asked the bus driver: "Does this bus go by Apollolaan (my stop) on the way there or on the way back?" He, irritated by me now, said yes we'll go by it. I then saw it pop up in the screen and I felt stupid for asking it. Well duh, there's apparently not an end destination here, he'll just go on and on forever... What a job to have I thought, you pass by the same places and people every single day, doing the same thing over and over, imagine that being your life. A while ago I heard about how have patterns we are used to in our daily cycle; a bus driver driving his normal car will notice the specificly colored stopsign, and out of tendency, stop. It was about free behavior people have, our (bad) habits and how we can change them. So now I'm late for basketball, my terrible coach want there as usual and we enjoyed playing 4-on-4's allmost two hours, or at least I did, and then I left. Off to the bus stop again, I walked quicker this time since I wasn't sure if the bus was coming yet, and last Thursday I had to 'run for my life' with my neat shoes to catch up with the bus to get on board, a little further down the road. The bus came, and it was the same busdriver as before, not really a joyful spirit. I checked in my public transport card, and it was too low! I'd been using the 'OV Chipcard' all day and forgot to look at the balance on the way out of the bus, in a rush to get to basketball! He said: "That will cost you 2,80 for another bus card." Nprmally I would have at least 3 cards in me, and change. But this time I didn't have either! I politely said I didn't think I had any money on me, and in plain Dutch he responded: "tsja, dan houdt het op!" implying I had to get out... I was a 15 minute bikeride away from home, didn't have my Longboard which I told myself earlier that afternoon I should take, and no money to get in a bus/tram. I was very disappointed for a second, began praying, and then realized my phone's bundle was set to start today! If I could get it to work while walking, dad might be able to pick me up and I'd be home in no time! For somereason, I had taken a grapefruit with me, my book for French class and some 'pepernoten', which I enjoyed thoroughly along the way. In no time I called dad who said he could pick me up and then I tried figuring out the 3g free internet for the remainder of the walk. The amazing thing about this whole story, is that my phone's data package was supposed to come way earlier that week. I was actually busy ordering this deal, the Thursday night (7 Nov) in the testweek when I had a big chemistry, Greek and French test the next day(!). But there was something inside of me that night that told me I had to get it done as soon as possible, if I had to, that night. And so it was supposed to arrive 5 workdays from then, so next week Thursday. That Tuesday (Nov 12) I get an e-mail that they just accepted my requested order and would need some time to prices the request. Then later on, I get told I could either stay the package with a different phone#, or wait till my phone's number was transferred, which would take till at least Monday, the 25th of November. And that was sorry if how everything came together in that single moment and I realized the greater plan, to get me home and to get this story online. Thanks for reading one of m6 extremely long thoughts, I just wanted to put it somewhere online... by John It is now Monday morning and that is indeed the current time. After trying to get a whole lot of things dive in my list of things to do which included getting more posts up on my website, I decided I would look at my phone's videos to upload one or maybe a couple, to YouTube!
Now hang with me here, it's gonna get rough... I clicked on my videos app, and then on a random video. (the irony in clicking on another video, see Harley's quote at 8:45 of Youtubers react: "Why are you still here? You haven't clicked anything yet. Click something or leave. Go on, click a box, do something. You're wasting your life!" ) Just moments ago I tweeted just in time '01.23', and now I was watching this hd quality close-up video of a spider. What makes this interesting is that I actually didn't find the last part interesting, it's rather unclear. So I decided I was going to crop the video before uploading it to YouTube. In doing that, it at some point seemed appealing to me to crop it at 1:00 (minute)... Right there, my brain's memory kicked in and thought of how that was close to 1:23. And as it turned out; the video's length had been 01:23 all along! How sick is that? By then, I was totally driven to post it to YouTube, and accompany it with a story of this amazing coincidence, on my website. The plan was to put the story link in the video description, and the youtube link in the blogpost. But how to do those at the same time?!? I'm looking up the exact website link on my laptop, to copy to my phone's upload, and then a thought came to mind. Wouldn't it be handy if Weebly had updated their phone app so you could post stuff from your phone? That then in turn reminded me of how my free Internet bundel is supposed to kick in today. Which also reminds me of how I'll be in the Ernst & Young Amsterdam headquarters in 7 hours, debating, meeting and having lunch! But anyway, as it turned out, the update did indeed mean I could now post from my phone, which I'm doing now, meaning I'll be able to post a lot more thoughts, perhaps straight from my brain-on-the-run, to the web! Woohoo! But anyway, as soon as the YouTube spider vid uploads I'll feature it here, supporting my thoughts in all its predestined glory! Maybe the spider vid with length '01.23' is symbolic for a new beginning, my social media adventure, including instagram, feels like it's being sprung back to life! And now there's a whole blogpost from just that one video click! This was a spontaneous sunday night pop-up thought compilation, of which I hope many more will appear! ..by John 01.23 a spider captured in HD quality Is het Zwarte Piet? Nee, dat is het niet. Het is Mega Mindy! Ik zit nu in de ‘bieb’, een moderne afkorting voor βιβλίον θήκη. Ik zit nu in de Bijbel - een boekenkast met 66 boeken - van mijn gedachten, inspiratiebron van het allemaal, te zoeken. Waar ik me beter zou moeten kunnen concentreren, waar ik de wereld probeer volledig te negeren. Tegenover mij, een kast vol boeken en letters. Allemaal schrijvers denkend het te hebben gevonden, Een kunst competitie, het eindigt altijd met de vernietiging van ketters. Theken vol met bruikbaar hout, aan een afdruk vastgebonden. De kaften met de contrasterende kleuren vallen op, geel en zwart. Bij jeugd beter bekend als ‘black and yellow’ op z’n kop. Mijn aandacht gaat naar de titels waar ik het hopelijk kan vinden; Dat is het, precies wat ik nodig heb! Als het maar bijdraagt aan iemands leven, willen mensen er best iets voor geven., Het Harvard Business Review, November 2013 lag nog open op die opvallende kleurencombinatie, pagina 66. Mijn brein kan het kleurencontrast niet meer aan, maar mijn arm wel... Polsbandjes die mij vaag herinneren van hetgene wat ik ben in rubber, ‘not a fan.’ en ‘*bliep’. Een ontkenning en een censor. Maar ik kan nog steeds niet concentreren in de bieb. Een Noord Afrikaanse broer en zus, allebei een jaar of 10+, stormen binnen met elk een 50 cent muntstuk. “Klaar voor de start, graf!” Recht op de grote koffieautomaat af. ‘BUITEN GEBRUIK WATER LEKKAGE’ chocolademachine is stuk? Het display te hoog, zowel in taal als in lengte bovenop een kruk. Poging op poging hopend op een lekkere hap, chocolademelk, elke keer klonk het muntje weer. “De automaat is volgens mij kapot.” zei ik, de nu plotselinge meneer. Het (verzoek) werd gehoord maar niet beantwoord. En wij maar denken dat dat niet is hoe het hoort. “Ik wil nu antwoord!” – iedereen, altijd De twee kijken rond in de voor hen bekende plek, naar het grote, grijze, zogenaamd niet-racistische magazine rek. “Zwarte Piet of niet?” is wat het jongetje voorlas. “Kijk, daar is er nog een.” zei het zusje. De ‘Zwarte Pietendiscussie’ plant zich overal op de voorkant voor; in elke krant uit het niets iets Piets. Fiets door! Niemand is blij. Oh jawel hoor: “Zwarte Piet hoort erbij!” en de jongen neemt het artikel in zijn zij. Evenals de kleur van een bij... is het wat ze zich niet realiseren, de ironie van een Mocro tegenover een Moor. Hoe ons oor altijd volgens de media wil bekritiseren, hetzelfde volk, toch verandert de vertaling van de tolk. We houden onze Marokkanen en Turkse bisschop! Hopend dat Oranje het Spanje er voor goed inkopt. Nederland landt neer op een nederlaag! Nationalisme wordt het land in gezaaid, en alle allochtonen op hun tijd het gras uitgemaaid! Want de krant zegt dat Marokko er bij hoort ten behoud van cultuur, Maar onze mening blijft bij een bevooroordeelde dictatuur. Een oudere, Hollandse man komt binnen met zijn 4-jarige dochter. Hij op de telefoon, zij in het roze: “De storm heeft zijn top bereikt, in Amsterdam twee dood” Waar dan ook maar; gevaar, gevaar! En vooral in Alkmaar... De oppermacht natuur is nog lang niet klaar bij code rood, Sinds 1990 was Windkracht 12 pas het eerste gebaar. De gekende onderbouw Frans lerares komt als geroepen voor een ander kind, Was er niet ooit een liefdevolle, goede Sint? Zij is ook op zoek naar wat het is, liefde voor de vijand en vergifenis. Het recept werd na afloop, maar 3 minuten in de hersenen doorweekt, en zo het dragingsvermogen in mijn hart, voor altijd gekweekt. Mijn bibliotheek leek, niet meer op wat ik bekeek. Mijn wiskunde ex en het toppunt kunnen nooit worden gevonden. Schurken die Mega Mindy achter de schermen had verslonden. Chaotische stiltes die niet bestonden, ontstonden. Het is wat het is, kattepis... als ik me niet vergis. Een poetische ingeving om het concentreren weer eens te verleren door John Ashworth.
After 8th hour Dutch class I went straight through the storm to the closest library: OBA Watergraafsmeer. 16:30 - 15:48 and then finally published around 23:00 - 28 Oktober, 2013 Just pay some attention like you do a girl wanting Facebook likes. Today was a great, but rough day (so far). aS SeeN iN THe PoST BeLoW, I had my Cambridge CAE examination today! It was tiring, how one constantly, actively, partially, familiarly adverbly whatever pursues English concentration from 9 till 3:30.. The forced devotion to giving a test so much attention. Why, that test is popular! I guess we only really care for things we give attention to. Another(?) love language therefore should also be caring/taking time to listen and donate your time to the other. Cause if you're just looking at your phone, catch yourself doing it, change it instead of talking and paying attention, so that needs to stop. Socializing in real life is more important than the time you put in that phone. We've become internet freaks, constantly looking for those WiFi leaks. I'm a made-up rapper writing lyrics just to turn cheeks. Because a peak in itself is just a dot without other peaks. Don't fall into the creak when jumping in the creeks. You might end up joining the 'Sikhs', and then go back to being called a freak. ... Apart from pouring my deep thoughts out about attention, and where it all should or shouldn't go, I'm about to recap on some other thoughts I had today, on the way home on my bike :D People, personality and change...
This was an intelligence agency captured idea produced by the hypnotized John D. Ashworth. Thanks for reading! "What does not kill you, only makes you stronger."
Right now, it is 01:47 AM in the morning. I just finished all the endless editing and writing of a gazillion articles and pictures. I've probably been doing this since dinner, have enjoyed myself with some Drum and Bass occasionally and more intruiging distractions. A lot of updates to the website I put so much time into. I wonder, why I keep pushing the limits to find out how little sleep is durable. Will killing myself in the process result to an overcoming strength, or just overpowering weakness? A fun fact is, though, that I'm supposed to be at Sloterdijk (reminder to self consciousness) around (?) 08:20 today for my final Fast Lane English, CAE Cambridge exams. Those won't be easy, I know. That's why it's probably wise and ethically correct to write myself to sleep. I didn't even brush my teeth. Leave a message after the beep. This is going to be deep. But actually not yours to keep. I just hope after you take mine, you'll sweep. The artist's road is narrow, but so steep. It looks like an impossible leap. That's when I'll just sit here crying and weep. Our souls are theirs to reap, though the price isn't cheap. *Bliep slowly turns into Miep. |
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