Andy in Amsterdam

I’ve seen two musicals recently, and Fred and I are scheduled to see a third in October. Both of the musicals I’ve already been to were without Fred. He skipped the first (Mama Mia) because he hated the movie version and since he doesn’t like musicals in general anyway…he stayed home. The . . . → Read More: Seeing Musicals

A few weeks ago, Fred became mildly obsessed with picking out possible frames for the glasses that he thinks he’ll need to get after he gets his eyes checked. (He hasn’t had them checked in about twenty years, and there are situations where he thinks it would be helpful for him to . . . → Read More: Trying on Glasses

When I flipped you off the other day, it was because you were pulling out of that small street and I know you saw me, but then you paused and continued to drive towards me. When I swerved so that you wouldn’t hit me, it was just on impulse that I stuck up my . . . → Read More: Dear Crazy Man,

Today is our one year wedding anniversary. This is a photo of the wedding. That’s me on the left and Fred on the right. The woman reading is the ambtenaar (ambtenaar means civil servant), and the man behind her is her assistant. Behind him was the top of the captain’s head. We . . . → Read More: It Was a Very Good Year

I like seeing all of the art in the giant art exhibit that is ArtZuid. I ride down specific streets so that I can look at certain pieces, just because it’s nice to have fun stuff to look at and because I know it won’t always be there. However, one piece (and . . . → Read More: There Are Limits

The other day, I ran across a little video about the word stochasticity, which basically means randomness. It’s a cute video and any chance to see cute guys (who don’t look like teen idols) sing…well, that’s time well spent in my book.

That said, here are three unrelated things that have made me . . . → Read More: Stochasticity

Every year, Fred mentions Open Monument Day and suggests we go out and tour some buildings. It’s one weekend a year when buildings and monuments that are not usually open to the public are open. There are also quite a few museums that have free entrance for the day. There are a lot of . . . → Read More: Open Monument Day

Like most people I know, when I learned to ride a bike, it was after using training wheels for a while. When the training wheels came off, someone - probably my mother - ran alongside my bike while I pedaled and concentrated on staying upright without those little crutch-like wheels. I know . . . → Read More: Just Like Riding a Bike

I’ve put a picture of this van up already, but I just read its little plaque recently. All of the pieces in the big art exhibition that is ArtZuid now have little plaques. Most of them are the kind of rambling blah-blah that I hate about modern art. I’ve read a number . . . → Read More: Art Immitates Life

Yesterday, Alastair dropped by to talk about 16th-century music - because we just roll like that - and he’d come bearing a gift. It was this flag pin. It cost him one euro, and it’s worth every cent to me. I’m not a big lapel pin wearer, because I rarely wear lapels, . . . → Read More: Keep on Truckin’