Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Short Thoughts:

I still have a multitude of thoughts to get out–about everything. But for some reason instead of the long paragraphs with an abundance of flowery English and spoken punctuation inflections–my thoughts are coming to me in social media status format. Strange. I know. And since I refuse to be a 'too-many-updates-a-day-Facebook-user', I'm putting them all up here. The status graveyard. Or rather, writing them in this format for this post. No one ever said prose was going to be the dominant form of writing forever, now, did they? And I think these tiny snippets can accurately portray a glimpse of my life. So, here are a few that have been hopping around my thoughts lately:


_is rediscovering the joys of cooking, all over again.

_has moved the sumptuously inviting lamb's wool rug around the apartment a few times–and is lying on it this very instant. And has decided it's staying in it's new spot forever, so that I can lay down, look out my window, and see the seagulls dancing above the canals.

_sometimes misses the adventures he had climbing the cliffs of Baker Beach in San Francisco; as well as the view of the city from the old apartment.

_has been taking the tram everywhere for the past two days because of the rain, and sore marathon legs.

_is looking to recreate his version of the Mona Lisa–wearing aviators and smoking a joint–on a piece of craft paper currently taped on the kitchen wall. 1 x 1.5 m, respectively.

_is obsessed with Mylo.

_cannot wait to go to Italy in August.

_is really proud of his marathon time: 3:45.22

_would like to reintroduce alcohol to his diet sometime soon.

_loves his profession.

_is starting to write again; and that feels nice.

_love the feeling of walking on unfinished wood flooring–Scandinavian blonde as the masses have deemed it.

_is looking into running the Berlin, Brussels, or Amsterdam marathon this fall

_has come a long way since his first race–the Cincinnati Flying Pig 10K, one year ago

_is addicted to caffeine.

_loves Amsterdam's coffee culture.

_is starting to think of Amsterdam as home. especially every time I come back after being away. There's just something about claiming your bag(s) at Schipol, scurrying off to the train headed toward Centraal Station, getting off, taking the tram/bus back to my house, and knowing that my home, is just around the corner.

_'s apartment feels more and more like a home, with each progressing day.

_just reaffirmed his love for Denmark, and subsequently, Copenhagen.

_has a hard time remembering just how much he left behind in the states, before moving to AMS: everything.

_sometimes forgets that he used to have quite a many friends  in America and misses them all dearly. But as times change, so do the circle of friends in your life.

_also realizes how much he's accomplished in Amsterdam, in just under one year.

_loves that the sun has returned, and summer is near.

_thinks he physically looks much older than he did two years ago; I'm growing up.

_is glad he was able to show his brother Europe and hopes he comes back soon.

_thinks Scandinavia has the most wonderful clouds in Europe. Big and fluffy.

_can't wait to begin Dutch lessons and thinks Dutch makes his mouth (and voice) do the funniest of things.

_thinks some Dutch words are just fun to say. Like the word makkelijk. Which is pronounced as: m-ah-kuh-lick. Emphasis on the 'ah'. It just rolls off the tongue, and if you say 'heel makkelijk'–pronounced as 'hail'–it's even more fun. Wondering what your saying?: makkelijk=easy; heel=very.

_pretty much thinks all Dutch word ending in 'lijk' are fun to say.

_sometimes forgets that he is not Dutch, or European for that matter. But naturally as you settle into your surroundings, you adopt the customs and cultures of the society around you.

_could never imagine living in the USA again; at least not in the foreseeable future.

_had the chance to revisit his favorite bakery in the entire world, while in Copenhagen.

_is completely content with where he is at in life, at this moment.

_is learning to love himself, all over again. And that feels really nice.

...a friend of mine once shared of thought of hers with me. It went something like this:

'Do you ever just think to yourself: I'm fabulous?' And she was being dead serious. apparently she does. And apparently the thought first came to her as she was walking through the Denver Airport a few years ago:

Which just so happens to be my favorite airport in the entire world. My initial response to this question was: no. But in retrospect; why shouldn't we all think of ourselves as fabulous? If we all just go around thinking of our lives as mediocre, or–unfabulous, then what's the point of each day? What is it that makes us get up each morning, and do the things we do? After all, if you don't believe in yourself, who will believe in you?

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

A Dutch Thought:

For some reason Dutch people place a 'the' in front of everything… the Albert Heijn; the Vondelpark. You get the picture. But for some reason, no one ever says: the weekend. It's just 'weekend' to the Dutch. As in the context: 'I can't wait for weekend'. And I always smile when I hear it; secretly wanting to correct everyone, by telling them to add a 'the' to the equation. But I don't. But they're more than happy to point out your grammar mistakes in their language. Why is it ok for non-native English speakers to fix your grammar in their native tongue, but oppositely considered rude to correct their non-native English?

Monday, May 25, 2009

Copenhagen Marathon: Results

I ran it in 3 hours 44 mintues and 22 one hundredths of a second. I'm so very proud of myself–as I beat my goal.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Being Here This Moment:

I have so many thoughts to get out about my trip to New York City (only my second time to the USA since living in Amsterdam). America and Europe. The latter now home. I leave for Copenhagen on Thursday night. And the marathon is on Sunday. Thursday is a national holiday here in Amsterdam, it looks like the writing session is schedule for then. Because right now, my brother is visiting me. And it's his first time in Europe. My brother keeps pointing out aspects of my daily life here in the tiny capital, that I've come to take for granted–or just as regular pieces of the puzzle that is my everyday life. Like the fact that the Coke and Pepsi bottles look different in Europe, than they do in the USA. Just to name one example. I told a friend today at lunch, that I don't think I could ever move back to the USA–and I'm glad I didn't end of moving back to San Francisco after graduation. I don't think I would have been truly happy in the 'City By The Bay', at that point in time. It would be hard. Moving back to the USA, that is. And it would be a reverse culture shock, just like the one I experienced while in New York City. When I first arrived in Manhattan, and after I popped above ground, after riding the subway from JFK–my first thought after looking straight up, was: 'Wow! A building above five stories!' And people told me that I had an accent? But at the same time, no one knows what life will throw your way in one year, one month, or even tomorrow. One year ago, I would have never even imagined I would be living in the Netherlands. And that's what makes life worth living. You just, never know.

Monday, May 11, 2009

From Manhattan to Amsterdam:

New York City can really be overwhelming. As much as I love everything about my own country, it is no longer, at this moment in time, my home. Strange. In seven hours my plane will plane will transport me from one version of brownstones and bikes, to another–Amsterdam’s. And that will feel, really, really nice.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Running Through Manhattan:

Thus far, here in Manhattan (also known as the land of options), I have ran quite often along the Hudson River. It is quite strange to look to your right while running, and see Lady Liberty staring you in the face. And, up along the Hudson, back down through the Meatpacking District and the Village–also known as: gay central, model central and too-too fabulous central. All complete with cobblestone (the USA kind), decaying meat (right next to trendy bars/cafe), and terraces terraces terraces. And I also managed to get in a full lap around Central Park, which is something I've always wanted to do–but never managed to, when I lived in Manhattan. Mission now accomplished. Three more days in the land of options, then, back to the land of tiny.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Sunday, May 3, 2009

On the Streets of Manhattan:

Walking through the streets of Manhattan: a borough of New York City in which I've already lived, yet being back here now feels so oddly unfamiliar, and yet oh so comforting in so many strangle satisfying ways. Everything is tall and everything is big; people here are loud and tend to always be in a hurry to go–to where, exactly? The city teems with energy, as everyone and everything shuffles about on this tiny island located just to the left of the Atlantic. The Dutch influence is now easy for me to see; it's omnipresent. Reds and blacks, browns and grays, greens and yellows are all visible when walking through the streets. Friendly yet terse, welcoming and yet hostile, accessible and yet in some places still forbidden; Manhattan–my former home–is a strange world of skyscrapers, concrete, and English: an urban jungle.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Queen's Day, or, Koninginnedag:

Which is basically a few million drunk, stoned, and rowdy (though, there are patches of peaces among the chaos) people stumbling around Amsterdam for a random Thursday, in honor of the Queen.