Ah well, another website design by me, my first corporate one, and yes, this week it went online. Englishlanguageworks is the language course site of David Maytum (based in the Netherlands), and not only is he a nice guy, he excels in his job too. Check it out for yourself.

Tags: Words, Design

Ah while ago there was a (partial) interview with me published on this site. It was part of the FAQ remember? I removed it, for esthetic reasons, or just, i dunno, because I could...

But as things go, it got a life on itself. Nothing new or shattering, our oral tradition is just not what it used to be. Once a skill, memorizing and retelling into it's tiny details an effort well appreciated, in 07 though the only thing we are capable of goes seldom beyond it's oral evil stepsister, gossip.

So yeah, I heard some crazy things about me, someone heard this and that from someone who read something, and so and so. Little bugs that turned into little monsters. Cool. Nothing I could not live with, but then, as an unexpected moodchange, I started to hear also how funny I was. Funny!!

Tags: Words

Well lacking any inspiration lately (and the discipline to make the most remarkable entries) I might as well point you to some of the sites I regularly/so now and then visit. One of my favorites is Foundmagazine, 'a collection of love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework, to-do lists (love those, makes me feel less of a lost island of stagnancy knowing there is a whole archipelago out there!), ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles - anything that gives a glimpse into someone else's life', many of them found on the street, an elevator, in a library book, your wallet, anywhere where it ended up, gotten lost or forgotten.

The picture above is the Find Of The Day, how appropriate, all sweet mummy words. Did she write back? I guess she did, some nice words of appreciation, posted or send with some fresh apple cake, and then neatly folded up, locked up in a plated box, thrown in a drawer or accidently (or not so, she could be a bitch after all) in the bin, still out there, perhaps...

*ps. Of course here is a whole past of making little notes by myself but thank god for a decade long lack of vivid thoughts and flamboyant expression i think i am quite safe. Still, may you find a small green notebook somewhere in Krabi Thailand (lost in a bar, where else), please be the gentleman/lady you are, have a sneak peep (random things anyway, email swaps) and return to sender, me.

Tags: Words