God aint in my kitchen

and god aint in my room.

inspired on a discussion line I read at FrontaalNaakt

Music: Blancmange – God’s Kitchen from the album Happy Families [1982]

also to be seen at:
http://www.peterbreedveld.com/archives/00000828.html

Macbeth in 2 minutes and 30 seconds

Macbeth interpretation performed by Emma’s drama class

Valentina Tereshkova

The first woman in space, in 1963

for more info:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentina_Tereshkova

For Viory

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I could’nt have come this far without you

You can’t stop me anymore

Parakeet Trees

Parakeet Trees
Originally uploaded by MauritsBurgers.com.

in winter, every night Ringneck Parakeets roost together in community trees, like here in Korte Voorhout, Yhe Hague, The Netherlands.
These birds, Psittacula Krameri, have been introduced in western europe in the late 60’s and early seventies to have thrived ever since.
I estimate about 800 birds where there, packed together in 6 or 7 trees around a tramstop….

There are just over 200 birds in this hot …
[can you count them?]

funny creatures,
the area is white with droppings.
Thanks to Akbar for informing me on this location

Lange Vijverberg

Lange Vijverberg
Originally uploaded by MauritsBurgers.com.

Lange Vijverberg

voornamelijk voor voetgangers waarschijnlijk een der mooiste straten van het land
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Probably one of the most beautifull streets in the country, especially for pedestrians

Potpourri

PctrWrld

Book and Film will follow.

The Fourteenth of July 2004

Barcelona here I come. The taxi I ordered the day before arrives at 4:30 a.m. with a muffled honk. Packed and ready I kiss my apartment goodbye for a fortnight. The light feels lovely after a short but dreamful sleep. An early morning summer drizzle caresses my cheeks as I lock the door behind me. The driver is from Sofia, Bulgaria and I enjoy his choice of music. The shining wet streets are almost empty at this hour. Fifteen minutes and twelve euros later I enter the Central Station hall already buzzing with the strange sleepless life of travelers. The smell of fast food, dirty wet clothes and cheap aftershave cocktails in the summer morning air. My train leaves from platform 12 to Schiphol airport. Lift of at 6:15 for a planned touch down at 7:50. I think of Plaça de Catalunya.

The fat lady to my left excuses her existence by confessing to be an Egyptian Christian. Somehow I always have a window seat. She pats me on the knee after I meticulously explain the video service system to her. To my annoyance she complies by choosing a Tom and Jerry movie. Looking down I see we are currently over Paris and I simply know that most French haven’t woken up to their national holiday yet. For the first time I realize I am on a mission. I am looking forward to meeting Lumiere and possibly Jaume this afternoon. So much to tell.

Going to Pctrwrld

Pictrwrld
Originally uploaded by MauritsBurgers.com.

This photo was taken the day before I went to Barclona for the 2004 Textamerica Meet & Greet