Not If Only But Despite
In 1993 I wrote, designed and published my first book. I wrote and published one more book and then I started my first company and eventually started blogging. And that pretty much sums up my career as a writer. But in 1993 I was pretty serious about writing and my books. The whole thing suited me well. People like writers. There is a romantic side to the whole writers thing that attracts, ehm, people. Anyway, when I was a semi-official writer I often spoke to people who told me they were going to write a book too. Maybe. One day. If they...
read moreOpenOffice San Francisco?
Next week (3 to 10 May) Patrick, Arjen and I will be in San Francisco for a week. We’re going to meet up with some friends, show Fleck.com to a few people and meet some of the speakers for The Next Web Conference. And we will work there too. Our trip to London Open Coffee Meetup gave us an idea. After the Open Coffee meetup we had an appointment at Index Ventures’ office. Once that was done we we’re allowed to use the conference room as our office for remainder of the day. For our trip to San Francisco we are looking for...
read moreA Rainbow in the Dark
Nicky Zwaan is a dutch artist and friend of us. She invents/constructs/builds great works of art. A few night ago she constructed a real rainbow, outside, in the dark! Check the video:
read moreRevenge: ClosedEyeTalkers
Do you know what a Closed Eye Talker is? It is an arrogant person who closes his or her eyes when they speak at you. They blink their eyes just like the rest of us but sometimes one of those blinks seems to take 3 whole seconds or more. According to body language experts the person who does this would rather be in another place, away from you, and feels so superior that he doesn’t even want to look at a lowly person like you. Or maybe they are just very tired or surrealists. More on that later. I know at least 4 people who are Closed...
read moreSo proud…
We are in the city theatre of Amstelveen where Loïs is dancing in her first show. She is only 5. We are here at the balcony waiting for the show to start. 30 years ago I was a ballet dancer too. There were only 2 other boys and 300 girls. Admitting that I was a ballet dancer was a good reason to be picked on by all the bullies in school. But the yearly show was worth it. And now Loïs is dancing too. I feel like I’m suddenly part of another generation.
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