Slip, Slap, Slop – and more found delights

New at the Rijksmuseum room at Schipol Airport

A green painting depicts a tree with branches and a distant stone wall with a fence.

Boomgaard te Eemnes, by Richard Roland Holst, c. 1888-1895

One of the delights in the international part of the Amsterdam airport, Schipol, is a large room that the Rijksmuseum fills with paintings and other art works. There’s usually, say, six or eight paintings in there. There’s a new exhibit, landscapes. Here’s the newest one they have. The description on the card next to it is as magical as the painting itself:

This garden is somewhat enigmatic: where are we? The space is enclosed, you can barely see the sky. There are no people. There is no realistic light, nor any realistic representation of trees, grass, flowers. Every leaf and fruit is reduced into a colourful geometrics shape. As a result, the garden becomes a magical place, detached from the real world.

WHERE ARE WE?!

A map screen displays a route to Diemen-Zuid, showing a distance of 37 km and an estimated arrival time of 7:12 min.

Wastebook

  • I am trying very hard to be nostalgic about the present, instead of waiting for years, decades, to enjoy the day.

  • “We’re clever creatures,” here. That is something to try to remember, like a mantra, when things are down. It’s an optimistic, fun statement.

  • I have mixed feelings.

  • “I want language that belongs to me.” Here.

  • “It’s really the same thing over and over, just slightly different. But nevertheless painful.” Here.

  • “[A] hedge fund is an organization designed to find something that will one day be illegal, and to do it until it is.” Here.

  • Try to avoid setting a strategy where the first step is: find someone who can do this.

  • This once delightful author has turned into a crotchety old person who writes well.

    Here's a factual alt-text description of the image: A tropical-themed garment recommends sun protection with a broad-brimmed hat and sunscreen.

    I title this poem “Slip, Slap, Slop,” by The Warehouse

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A dark-clad cowboy rides a horse through a muddy landscape, with the words “1878” visible in the upper right corner.

Logoff

Back in Amsterdam, after an uneventful flights back. No fog like last time. I have a long stretch of time before my next trip, to SCALE in LA.

This is some good, long stretches of time to work on some internal project and thinking and some content. I don’t like to hope too much because my ambitions to do big things can become “an overwhelming amount of little things,” but we’ll see.

Not much today. We’ll see about tomorrow. My work, VMware is giving tomorrow off, so I’ll either have plenty of time to type, or be too busy doing nothing.


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