<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:59:13.716+02:00</updated><category term='Poëzie'/><category term='Dialoog'/><category term='Monoloog'/><category term='Beeld'/><category term='Proza'/><category term='Reizen'/><category term='Drama'/><title type='text'>8.2</title><subtitle type='html'>Schrift op drift</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6865199845147966140</id><published>2011-03-10T19:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T20:14:50.082+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>(Voor Marie)</title><summary type='text'>stel je voor
een herfst                                     
een winkelstraat (grote marktstraat)
vol met mensen
natte jassen
bolle blauwe boodschappentassen
alles kriskras
door elkaar
en daar
dwarsdoorheen
dwars door
de regen
en de jassentassen
fietst in de verte een huilende vrouw

in een regenbui valt (gemiddeld) negen liter
per vierkante meter

stel je voor
een jonge vrouw
misschien nog net </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6865199845147966140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6865199845147966140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2011/03/voor-marie.html' title='(Voor Marie)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6696792210802944945</id><published>2010-07-10T23:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:47:18.092+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Fish</title><summary type='text'>The sun is high in the sky. The hottest part of the day. Mister John is sleeping, leaning against the pile of plastic bags, with his hat covering his eyes. Abduma and Dannybird sit on the edge of the raft, trying to catch a fish with a small piece of string.

DANNYBIRD
I’m hungry.

ABDUMA
Quiet.

DANNYBIRD
How long do I have to. Without food. With him.

ABDUMA
No, let the man sleep.

DANNYBIRD
He</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6696792210802944945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6696792210802944945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2010/07/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6767431174787079374</id><published>2010-03-15T15:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:03:24.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Melody</title><summary type='text'>(zacht) Hoor je me

Hoor je me

Ze zeggen
Dat je alles bent vergeten

Dat gaat snel

Dat rijdt zich te pletter tegen een muur
Dat rookt vloekt drinkt te veel
Doet alles wat God verboden heeft
En ligt nu hier
Aan mijn voeten

Hoor je me

Ze zeggen
Dat je mij kan horen

Toen je drie was
Moesten je amandelen eruit

Dat ben je vergeten

Je lag hier
In ditzelfde ziekenhuis
Voor de operatie
Je </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6767431174787079374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6767431174787079374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2010/03/melody.html' title='Melody'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6091046489563657312</id><published>2009-11-28T16:56:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:29:09.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Bram</title><summary type='text'>Jezus
Vincent van Gogh
Mijn vader in de sixties

Ik zie ze
Een voor een
Ze gaan in elkaar over
In een vlek op de rand van de gootsteen
(stilte)
Etensresten
Roest
Ingevreten maagzuur
Wie zal het zeggen

Ik vraag me af in hoeverre
Ik nog in de realiteit leef
Hier
En nu
(stilte)
Dit overigens net nadat ik
Wankelend en niet zonder enige trots
Aan mijzelf verklaarde
Dat ik er weliswaar weer een keer
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6091046489563657312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6091046489563657312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/11/bram.html' title='Bram'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-9052421835334461918</id><published>2009-10-24T00:13:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:29:19.477+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Zonsondergang</title><summary type='text'>ABOU:
Ze geeft ons al haar spullen
Mooie dingen
Kleren
Een tas
Medicijnen
Boeken in een rare taal
Nieuwe dingen van hard zwart plastic
Met draden en schermpjes
Vreemde dingen
Maar we kunnen ze zo niet gebruiken

BOET:
Jullie hebben ze verkocht

ABOU:
De camera levert genoeg op voor een heel jaar gierst
De medicijnen bewaren we voor de kinderen
Op de marktdag verkopen we de boeken en de tas
En die</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/9052421835334461918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/9052421835334461918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/10/scene-voor-eenakter.html' title='Zonsondergang'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-7129011847467917669</id><published>2009-09-30T18:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:21:39.216+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Keerkring</title><summary type='text'>Nacht. Bij het vuur. ZORA met een mango in haar hand.

Ze noemen me niemand
Maar dat is in hun eigen taal
Dus dat kan ik eigenlijk niet weten
Ze begrijpen mij niet
Ze lachen
Ze zeggen
Niemand weet het
Laat haar
Ze geven me te eten
Ze leggen me te slapen
Ik geef ze al mijn spullen
Er wordt regen verwacht

Ze schilt de mango.

Je kunt zo ver verdwalen
Het is bizar
Zoals de aarde rond is
En het hier</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7129011847467917669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7129011847467917669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/10/keerkring.html' title='Keerkring'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-7842284553802621062</id><published>2009-07-27T15:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:21:52.336+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Portfolio #1</title><summary type='text'>Portfolio #1 is hier te downloaden.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7842284553802621062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7842284553802621062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/07/portfolio-1.html' title='Portfolio #1'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-45716734141476894</id><published>2009-05-15T23:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:25:22.034+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Vrijdagmiddag</title><summary type='text'>Ik wil samen tussen de schapen in het weiland lopen terwijl de zon schijnt en de trein voorbij rijdt waar ik in zit en naar buiten kijk naar de schapen in het weiland terwijl de zon schijnt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/45716734141476894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/45716734141476894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/05/vrijdagmiddag.html' title='Vrijdagmiddag'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-7660827461718105983</id><published>2009-05-11T20:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:21:58.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Arcos de la Frontera</title><summary type='text'>Vlak voor zonsopkomst. Een tweepersoonshotelkamer, een tweepersoonsbed.Een vrouw spreekt. De tweede persoon is onzichtbaar.SUZE:We lopenJe zegtJe bent gelukkigIk denkZo is hetZeg nietsJe zegtHier gaan we heenElk jaarDat is leuk Dat zijn wijIk zeg nietsWe lopenJe zegtKerstmisPasenAltijd samenGelukkigIk denkWieWe lopenJe zegtZonder onsKan je niet levenDat is zwaarZoAlleenIk zegIk blijf welJe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7660827461718105983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7660827461718105983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/05/arcos-de-la-frontera.html' title='Arcos de la Frontera'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-4319478957259118425</id><published>2009-04-23T14:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:22:03.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>De anderen</title><summary type='text'>CARLA:
Wat hebben
We

HENK:
We hebben het gewild

CARLA:
Niet meer bang

HENK:
Dat is niks vreemds

CARLA:
Groepen

HENK:
Het overzicht 
Als je niet voor bent
Dan ben je tegen

CARLA:
Ik kijk niet

HENK:
Zij
Froukje

CARLA:
Onze dochter

HENK:
Allebei
Zij 

CARLA:
Allebei

HENK:
Nee
Froukje

CARLA:
Ze wist toch wel
Dat je geen capuchon mocht
Ze wilde er toch
Bijhoren

HENK:
We zijn allemaal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4319478957259118425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4319478957259118425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/04/de-anderen.html' title='De anderen'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-3510233139716094435</id><published>2009-04-15T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:22:11.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Zweeft rond de ringen van Saturnus</title><summary type='text'>Ons unisono universum maakt elke vreemd getimede zucht genoeg om dagenlang te teren. Zoeken moeten naar een breuklijn om te vullen. Ik ben bang dat het ontsnapt. De teer druipt van de muren. In ruimte dwarrelen we uren omlaag. 

Je tekent vage bloemen met vingers in stollende teer. Ik balanceer over koord langs alle dode hoeken. Je bent bang dat het ontsnapt. Op vreemde plekken hangen we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3510233139716094435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3510233139716094435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/04/zweeft-rond-de-ringen-van-saturnus.html' title='Zweeft rond de ringen van Saturnus'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-8890047678244601781</id><published>2009-03-31T17:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:22:20.088+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Vlinder</title><summary type='text'>1. Hoogzomer. Nacht. SAM (22) zit achter de TV. Hij zapt onrustig langs de kanalen. Hij blijft hangen bij een muziekvideo met zingende meisjes, een tweeling.

SAM:
Ze zingen
Ze zijn trouw
Maar ze zullen zwerven
Zingen ze
Zo gaat dat
Zangeressen
Ze vliegen bloem bloem bloem
Ik plant bomen in de schaduw

Hij zapt verder.


2. Iets later. Hij pakt zijn telefoon en belt TEGAN (25). Haar voicemail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/8890047678244601781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/8890047678244601781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/04/vlinderen-schets-voor-opening.html' title='Vlinder'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-4688648962790837331</id><published>2009-03-29T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.600+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Bries</title><summary type='text'>een luikje opentin mijn hoofdPost-its waaien wegenblijven overal aan plakken</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4688648962790837331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4688648962790837331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/03/bries.html' title='Bries'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-4122976157946810049</id><published>2009-02-28T15:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.600+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Buitenaards leven</title><summary type='text'>Het is fijn om te horen dat ik gezegend ben.(haal nu die hand van mijn hoofd alsjeblieft)En dat ik honderd en tien jaar zal leven.Alleen dat sterven op een andere planeet.Daar ben ik niet zo zeker van.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4122976157946810049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4122976157946810049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/03/buitenaards-leven.html' title='Buitenaards leven'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-4298898478379364015</id><published>2009-02-19T12:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:22:28.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Ventweg</title><summary type='text'>Een vrouw:

1.

Daarboven
Helemaal rechtsachter
Boven
In mijn ooghoek

Als ik kijk zie ik
Een puntje
Een barstje
Het wordt groter
Zeggen ze
Kwetsbaar
Opspringend steentje
Kuil in de weg
Alles versplintert
Een milliseconde
Zo kwetsbaar

Hier rechts
Ik zet hem even neer

2.

Daarbinnen
Ver in de diepte
Binnen
In zijn winterjas

Als ik kijk zie ik
Het waait
Het regent
Aangepaste snelheid
Zeggen ze
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4298898478379364015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4298898478379364015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/02/ventweg.html' title='Ventweg'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-5387679057581508554</id><published>2009-02-02T23:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:22:34.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Doof</title><summary type='text'>Harde muziek. Een man:

Het gaat hier om
Een stroming
De muren zijn verdomd
Vermolmd
Mijn woning

In mijn ooghoeken
Sijpelt het
Op mijn vingertoppen
Twijfelt het

Knokkels tegen
Sierpleisterwerk
Het dak is verregend
Waterpeil gestegen
Ik versterk

Luidsprekers blazen
Mijn adem in
Het eeuwige
Opnieuwe begin

Het gaat hier om
Vallen
Mijn oren zijn verstomd

Ik ben gehard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/5387679057581508554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/5387679057581508554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/02/doof.html' title='Doof'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-1425361202525763066</id><published>2009-01-18T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:23:02.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Ansicht</title><summary type='text'>   Beste Henk en Carla,  Groeten vanuit het zonnige Afrika! Het is hier meer dan 30 graden. Lekker warm!  Vandaag gaan we naar een mooi eilandje voor de kust. We varen net de haven binnen.  Een man naast ons gooit een muntje in het water. Dat lijkt hier de gewoonte. Ooit moet er iemand op het idee zijn gekomen om hier muntjes over de reling te gooien. Nu doet iedereen het.  Marlies verbaast zich </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/1425361202525763066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/1425361202525763066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2009/01/ansicht.html' title='Ansicht'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/SXxptgLUP8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/encoNqIQO1I/s72-c/B0002245_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-2946854108575761934</id><published>2008-12-27T19:18:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:32:33.833+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Requiescat in pace</title><summary type='text'>PINTERESQUE, adj. (and n.) Brit. /pntrsk/, U.S. /pn(t)rsk/ [the name of Harold Pinter (b. 1930), British playwright + -ESQUE suffix. Cf. PINTERISH adj.]Of or relating to Harold Pinter; resembling or characteristic of his plays. Pinter's plays are typically characterized by implications of threat and strong feeling produced through colloquial language, apparent triviality, and long pauses.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2946854108575761934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2946854108575761934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/12/requiescat-in-pace.html' title='Requiescat in pace'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-2213178905588179473</id><published>2008-12-21T15:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:20:31.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Hubert</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2213178905588179473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2213178905588179473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/12/hubert.html' title='Hubert'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/SXxrxUDOk7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dFPNIZfz394/s72-c/Hubert_PIC_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-2341322953802056161</id><published>2008-12-08T15:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:23:36.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Kindeke lief</title><summary type='text'>Kapsalon. Otto (67) is een vaste klant en zit in de kappersstoel met zijn rug naar de spiegel. De kapper kijkt lang en peinzend naar het haar van Otto.Otto:  Waarom begin je niet gewoon?Kapper: Verven gaat niet meer. Je bent te grijs.Otto:  Is er geen andere manier?Kapper: Het leven hou je niet tegen.Otto:  (…) Misschien.Kapper: Het is lief dat je dit voor haar doet. Maar alles heeft zijn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2341322953802056161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2341322953802056161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindeke-lief.html' title='Kindeke lief'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-7545451844652190596</id><published>2008-11-30T16:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.603+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>De Verzegeling</title><summary type='text'>Ik ben een zoon. Ik heb uw vader.En mijn moeder houdt als thuis de wacht.U heeft mij gewassen en met  het badwater bewaard. Laat mijverder in de modderregen.Neem mij weg en ween u ziet  mijn lichaam bestond nietik  ben al mijn broeders’ bloed.De deur draait niet langer  is verzegeld met mijn adem en  gelijk de vrede neergeslagen.Moge de rust u omvatten.السلام عليكمNaar: Tongebreek &amp; Niemendal, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7545451844652190596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7545451844652190596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-verzegeling.html' title='De Verzegeling'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-1543343214542001944</id><published>2008-11-25T18:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.603+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><title type='text'>David</title><summary type='text'>‘Dave, opstaan!’ Mam riep van beneden. Ik was al wakker. Het was maandag. Ik ging rechtop in bed zitten en legde mijn hand op mijn voorhoofd, om te voelen of ik niet ineens koorts had gekregen. Of polio. Nee, met polio zou ze me nog steeds naar school sturen. De wekker zei 07:07. Mijn voorhoofd was koud. Ik stond in mijn pyjama op het zachte IKEA matje bij de wastafel. Ik boog door mijn knieën, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/1543343214542001944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/1543343214542001944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-488179873443045467</id><published>2008-11-19T13:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.604+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Eten en gegeten worden</title><summary type='text'>Kaas is eten dat we stelen van ander eten.Ik bedoel eigenlijk melk, maar dat kauwt zo lastig.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/488179873443045467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/488179873443045467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/eten-en-gegeten-worden.html' title='Eten en gegeten worden'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-3548995716563212274</id><published>2008-11-18T18:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:23:36.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Ten Geleide</title><summary type='text'>Twee mannen in een nauwelijks verlichte ruimte. Ze zijn gekleed in oranje overall, geboeid, en hebben een zwarte kap over hun hoofd. Ze zitten op krukjes.Issa:  Zijn we al in Amerika?Musa:  Ik zie nog niks.Issa:  Ik kan niet wachten tot we er zijn.Musa:  Ze brengen ons gewoon. Mooi, toch?Issa:  Ik vind alleen het uitzicht wat matig.Musa: Dat reizen met een vliegtuig valt sowieso een beetje tegen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3548995716563212274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3548995716563212274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-geleide.html' title='Ten Geleide'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-8246958095817416144</id><published>2008-11-12T19:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><title type='text'>Beeldentuin</title><summary type='text'>Moeder roept ons, dat we vlug naar buiten moeten komen. Nu is er nog daglicht, en anders kan de fotograaf niet werken. We rennen naar de tuin alsof de duivel ons op de hielen zit. Even later komt vader buiten, en we poseren zoals we vanmorgen geoefend hebben. Ik zit bij moeder. Haar schoot voelt warm en zacht als een stapel vers gestreken lakens. Mijn grote broers staan met z’n tweeën achter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/8246958095817416144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/8246958095817416144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/beeldentuin.html' title='Beeldentuin'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-1478498494858955696</id><published>2008-11-10T19:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:24:32.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Tafeltje Dek Je</title><summary type='text'>Een vrouw zit aan tafel. Voor haar staat een bijna lege fles. Achter haar staat een man. De vrouw spreekt traag, vermoeid. De man drinkt koffie.Vrouw: Elke dag. Ik. Verdomme.Man: Doe eens wat anders.Vrouw: Ik ben niet blind. Ik wil alleen weten waarom.Man: Zou dat uitmaken?Vrouw: Wat denk je? Ben ik dit?Man: Je kan niet anders.Vrouw: Dat denk jij.Man: Dat zie ik.Vrouw: Jullie zien me alleen van </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/1478498494858955696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/1478498494858955696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/tafeltje-dek-je.html' title='Tafeltje Dek Je'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-2068686106621883611</id><published>2008-11-02T19:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Sonnet</title><summary type='text'>          </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2068686106621883611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2068686106621883611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/11/sonnet.html' title='Sonnet'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/SXxrKSAXDhI/AAAAAAAAAHk/25kmQ01DeQw/s72-c/Battery-Park_thumb%5B3%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-2840438697882778862</id><published>2008-10-31T14:14:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:24:25.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialoog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Gunkanjima</title><summary type='text'>1.Het is nacht. Aan de rand van het eiland staat een oude man met een lantaarn. Hij kijkt uit over de zee.Oude man: De golven zijn onrustig. Ik heb ze volgens mij nog nooit zo zien schuimen. Ik zou een aantekening moeten maken in het logboek, maar ik heb geen inkt meer. Admiraal Sasaki zal het me vergeven. Deze opdracht gaat boven alle andere. Mijn papieren. Mijn opdracht. Ons hogere belang ligt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2840438697882778862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2840438697882778862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/10/drie-scnes.html' title='Gunkanjima'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6595006869336234767</id><published>2008-10-21T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.606+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Bienvenue à Pikine</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6595006869336234767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6595006869336234767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/10/bienvenue-pikine.html' title='Bienvenue à Pikine'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/SSAorbozHCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/H6NBgN2ELDo/s72-c/BaP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-3467677402852579484</id><published>2008-10-20T02:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T17:24:50.529+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monoloog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>1UP</title><summary type='text'>Nacht. Computerverslaafde Tibetaan:Ik woon in dromen.Ik speel liever.Ik speel liever Solitaire dan Levensweg.Ik drink.Ik drink in dromen.Slaap vaak.Ik woon in drinken.In roken.In de verkeerde afslag, een steeg.Elke dag.Elke dag droom ik.Slaap vaak.Ik droom van buiten.Ik droom van verder.Ik droom over alles behalve over jou.Ik speel liever.Ik speel dat ik speel.Slaap vaak.En er is geen wending.En </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3467677402852579484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3467677402852579484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/10/1up.html' title='1UP'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-3731951545478475770</id><published>2008-10-14T18:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.607+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>De Onzichtbare Film (readymade)</title><summary type='text'>We werden voor het eerstaangetrokken door het geluidVolle asbakken en muziekdie uit een jukebox komtIk had geleerd wat het sublieme betekende,zonder nog het woord ervoor te kennen -Ik wist niet eens dat ik anders praatte.Na een tijdje zwenkt de camera af en zien wein het halfdonker de contouren van Parijs.Een student registreerde mensen die kikkers nadoen,een andere sneed kunstige ijsvogels uit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3731951545478475770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/3731951545478475770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-onzichtbare-film-readymade.html' title='De Onzichtbare Film (readymade)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-8954760144223870360</id><published>2008-04-26T12:22:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minirecensie</title><summary type='text'>Is there life on Mars? Vogelfabriek, 25 april 2008. Theater aan het Spui, Den Haag.Voer voor huiskamerfilosofen (en/of stelletjes die al wat langer bij elkaar zijn). Een verhaal over niet krijgen wat je wilt en krijgen wat je niet wilt, over mensendingen, liefde en de onvermijdelijke vooruitgang. En dat vreemde meisje zorgt ook wel voor een beetje spanning. Het stuk wordt luchtig en met humor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/8954760144223870360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/8954760144223870360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/04/recensie-is-there-life-on-mars.html' title='Minirecensie'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6321585926582764004</id><published>2008-04-15T15:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:14:44.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aber doch</title><summary type='text'>Okee, okee, misschien komt het allemaal toch niet weer zo snel van de grond als ik had gehoopt. Ik heb op het moment veel andere dingen aan mijn hoofd, en als ik dan eens iets schrijf is het eigenlijk alles behalve een nieuw stukje op dit weblog. Maar om dan toch even iets van mezelf te laten horen: Eigenlijk gewoon een kwestie van inloggen, klikken en beginnen te schrijven. Zoals nu. Dus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6321585926582764004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6321585926582764004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/04/aber-doch.html' title='Aber doch'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-459192309452327383</id><published>2008-03-19T14:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:20.259+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Herbegin</title><summary type='text'>Het lijkt erop dat ik weer een beetje zin heb om mijn weblog bij te houden. Het is nog maar de vraag hoe lang het zal duren, maar ik ga nu wel eindelijk eens in het Nederlands schrijven. Misschien dat het helpt. In ieder geval heb ik de layout maar meteen weer eens een likje verf gegeven.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/459192309452327383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/459192309452327383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/03/herbegin.html' title='Herbegin'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-88512148359344590</id><published>2008-03-17T11:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:33:50.404+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life On Mars redux</title><summary type='text'>Vroeger had ik hier een Engelstalige weblog: "Life On Mars". Niet naar het nummer van Bowie vernoemd, trouwens. Meer vanuit het gevoel dat ik op Mars leefde in die tijd. Help me herinneren dat ik 25 April naar deze voorstelling ga kijken. Niet dat dit per se iets met mijn vroegere weblog te maken heeft, maargoed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/88512148359344590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/88512148359344590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-on-mars-redux.html' title='Life On Mars redux'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-7656708041895212451</id><published>2008-02-16T15:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.608+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Wensdroom (voor Rob)</title><summary type='text'>En van deze wereld -het onnoembare, oneindige systeem -breken we een twijgje af enmaken een tafel en genoeg stoelenom allemaal te kunnen zitten.In de natuur groeit ook La Chouffe -O wijdvertakte takken! -en een glas en wij drinkenop de tafel en de stoelenwaar wij weer in de boom verdwijnen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7656708041895212451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7656708041895212451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2008/02/wensdroom-voor-rob.html' title='Wensdroom (voor Rob)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-2994367644749478622</id><published>2007-05-23T22:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:35:47.889+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>New York City</title><summary type='text'>Ik zal af en toe wat schrijven op  Around West 44th, zolang ik in New York ben.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2994367644749478622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/2994367644749478622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-york-city.html' title='New York City'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-113025006326650346</id><published>2005-10-25T16:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De Moderne Wereld</title><summary type='text'>Zomaar een dag op tweakers.net.Kleinste auto ter wereld meet 4 bij 3 nanometerDoor Arthur Scheffer - maandag 24 oktober 2005 - 16:42 - Bron: PCMag - Views: 34.228Onderzoekers van de Rice University in de Verenigde Staten hebben de kleinste auto ter wereld geproduceerd. Bestaande uit slechts één molecuul en met afmetingen van slechts 4 bij 3 nanometer, lijkt de Smart een kolos in vergelijking met </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/113025006326650346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/113025006326650346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/10/nlx.html' title='De Moderne Wereld'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-7509608187097974681</id><published>2005-10-02T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Simpele dingen</title><summary type='text'>En zo verstrijken de dagen in eenvoud. De laatste tijd ben ik bezig geweest met simpele dingen, het leven in Afrika. Op de een of andere manier schiet het Internet er een beetje bij in als je op het zelfde moment ook met de kinderen uit de straat kan voetballen. Na ruim een week in Dakar te zijn geweest, en de dingen die Senegal zo mooi maken te hebben bekeken, werd het tijd voor overleg. Ik ging</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7509608187097974681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/7509608187097974681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/10/simpele-dingen.html' title='Simpele dingen'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-4136974382419311691</id><published>2005-09-22T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>De D van Dakar</title><summary type='text'>Dakar is een drukke stad. Dakar is soms duizelingwekkend, soms dreigend, soms droevig, en soms doodgewoon. Dakar is een dubbel gevoel. Meer dan vier miljoen mensen, geslaagden en gelukszoekers, samen gestrand op het meest westelijke puntje van Afrika. Waar arm en rijk samen een stad delen, maar wel ieder in zijn eigen wereld. Een splinternieuwe Mercedes schiet op topsnelheid langs lange rijen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4136974382419311691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/4136974382419311691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/09/de-d-van-dakar.html' title='De D van Dakar'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-6814484125916027434</id><published>2005-09-19T18:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Lijn 9</title><summary type='text'>Lijn 9 is een vreemde lijn. Hij loopt van Barra naar Dakar, en heeft maar één halte onderweg. Er wordt gereden in een oude Spaanse stadsbus uit Barcelona, en de bus is gevuld met vierendertig zwarte mensen, één witte, en drie kippen. Ook hebben de meeste reizigers minstens twee tassen en proviand voor drie dagen met zich meegenomen. Het is niet bekend of er ook een lijn 1 tot en met 8 bestaan, en</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6814484125916027434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/6814484125916027434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/09/lijn-9.html' title='Lijn 9'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111755431129606348</id><published>2005-05-31T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:37:50.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plug me in</title><summary type='text'>Just a quick plug: Mr. Takei is the japanese cousin of a dear friend of mine, and he blogs his deep thoughts - with the help of computer translation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111755431129606348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111755431129606348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/05/plug-me-in.html' title='Plug me in'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111660035900636537</id><published>2005-05-20T16:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:21.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Render unto God what's Gawddssss...</title><summary type='text'>A great read: The drama of Bizzy Bone.Bizzy has five kids with four different mothers. He is twenty-eight years old and has been an internationally acclaimed recording artist from the age of eighteen, when Bone's first album Creepin On ah Come Up dropped.Bizzy has had a dramatically difficult life; at the age of four, he was kidnapped for months by a family member who attempted to sexually abuse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111660035900636537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111660035900636537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/05/render-unto-god-whats-gawddssss.html' title='Render unto God what&apos;s Gawddssss...'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111590064454917554</id><published>2005-05-11T14:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The blogs don't work</title><summary type='text'>Shotokan Dojo: Off the radar.Bad Chicken: Lost and gone. Tagboard seems to be hijacked though.Gin Pang Siu: Lost in cyberspace. No interesting stuff in the open directories either.Timhotep: Updated once a year. Copyright expired in 2002.Krabbels: Re-animated a couple of times, yet still stupid.Kas: Who?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111590064454917554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111590064454917554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogs-dont-work.html' title='The blogs don&apos;t work'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111513686322998575</id><published>2005-05-03T18:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Replace pod with Takei</title><summary type='text'>Linux on yer iPod.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111513686322998575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111513686322998575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/05/replace-pod-with-takei.html' title='Replace pod with Takei'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111481381828699496</id><published>2005-04-30T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.011+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Pour Trouver Le Sud</title><summary type='text'>I'm still going... Be it alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111481381828699496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111481381828699496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/04/pour-trouver-le-sud.html' title='Pour Trouver Le Sud'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111289026475656825</id><published>2005-04-07T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:38:03.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundscapes</title><summary type='text'>spoken word: "A tribute to Jack Kerouac"icelandic: "Ba Ba Ti Ki Di Do" by Sigur Rós</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111289026475656825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111289026475656825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/04/soundscapes.html' title='Soundscapes'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111288883987569979</id><published>2005-04-06T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hattrick</title><summary type='text'>Yep, and I'm still playing hattrick. Come to think of it, it's been more than two years already since I began playing it. One thing's for sure, the game's very addictive.At the moment I'm in Holland's 5th division (out of 10) and struggling to stay at this level, even though last year I came in an unexpected second. I won't bother you with the details, but at the moment I need to plot a master </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111288883987569979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111288883987569979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/04/hattrick.html' title='Hattrick'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111246220178620477</id><published>2005-04-02T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:50.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><summary type='text'>I'm blogging again, or... at least I seem to be getting some visitors nowadays. Mostly from the US or the UK, so I guess I should keep on doing this stuff in English. For a while I thought about changing my language of choice to Dutch, which is my native tongue.But I won't for now, as that would also mean remaking all of this into some other kind of blog (because in Dutch I would be writing about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111246220178620477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111246220178620477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111082138367255826</id><published>2005-03-14T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:34:33.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Scanner Darkly</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111082138367255826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111082138367255826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/03/scanner-darkly.html' title='A Scanner Darkly'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111072066532088581</id><published>2005-03-13T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:34:33.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Showcase</title><summary type='text'>by Soda.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111072066532088581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111072066532088581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/03/showcase.html' title='Showcase'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111056087377579351</id><published>2005-03-11T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>The spirit of reminiscence</title><summary type='text'>oshinabetehiyoshi no kage wakumoranu ninamida ayashikikino kyo kanaOn every spot throughout the worldThe sunlight fallsWithout exception, yetTears, strangely,Obscure my view at present.  Former Abbot Jien (1903)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111056087377579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111056087377579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/03/spirit-of-reminiscence.html' title='The spirit of reminiscence'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-111050288232962592</id><published>2005-03-10T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><summary type='text'>The Buddha said, I've read, that our lives are shaped by our thoughts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111050288232962592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/111050288232962592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-110918514323674974</id><published>2005-02-22T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land Of The Living</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm here. I've been messing with the template, again, and have already implemented the raw version as you can see. Most stuff doesn't work yet however.A bit of this template's history, just to make a long post to do some more testing with later on. Could be a while though before it's all finished, this sort of stuff kinda goes on and off like a switch. When winter ends, my computer will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/110918514323674974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/110918514323674974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2005/02/land-of-living.html' title='The Land Of The Living'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-107219596368312051</id><published>2004-12-23T17:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.014+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Tao Te Ching</title><summary type='text'>道可道、非常道。名可名、非常名無名天地之始有名萬物之母。故常無欲以觀其妙、常有欲以觀其徴。此兩者同出而異名。同謂之玄。玄之又玄、衆妙之門。The Tao that can be followed is not the eternal Tao.The name that can be named is not the eternal name.The nameless is the origin of heaven and earthWhile naming is the origin of the myriad things.Therefore, always desireless, you see the mysteryEver desiring, you see the manifestations.These two are the same-When they appear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/107219596368312051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/107219596368312051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/12/tao-te-ching.html' title='Tao Te Ching'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-109044550414295227</id><published>2004-07-21T23:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School Blog Post</title><summary type='text'>Just some linkdumping for old time's sake then.on Graffiti.Graffiti Archaeology?New School Graffiti stylee.And some graffiti fonts for your peecee yo.on George Bush jr.This seems like a contradictio in terminis.Well, at least the man seems smart in one area.He really ought to do some reading up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/109044550414295227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/109044550414295227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/07/old-school-blog-post.html' title='Old School Blog Post'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-108985323064418162</id><published>2004-07-15T02:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road from N to Y...</title><summary type='text'>"The quest is to be liberated from the negative, which is really our own will to nothingness. And once having said yes to the instant, the affirmation is contagious. It bursts into a chain of affirmations that knows no limit. To say yes to one instant is to say yes to all of existence" - Richard Linklater, Waking Life (2001).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108985323064418162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108985323064418162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/07/on-road-from-n-to-y.html' title='On the road from N to Y...'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-108454638959646031</id><published>2004-05-14T15:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:30:12.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Echelon1</title><summary type='text'>Phaedrus&gt; How do you, Socrates, view the things we see today?Socrates&gt; I assume you are talking about the enduring pain that seems to go around from one people to another, in our present world?Phaedrus&gt; And back again, honorable Socrates.Socrates&gt; I assume the United States of America must be run by alcoholics.Phaedrus&gt; How can you state such a thing, by Zeus?Socrates&gt; How else can you be able to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108454638959646031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108454638959646031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/05/echelon-1.html' title='Echelon&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.echelonwatch.org/&quot; target=&quot;blank&quot;&gt;&lt;small&gt;1&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-108437071654903333</id><published>2004-05-12T15:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Linkdump 120504</title><summary type='text'>Everyone can become an EmCee, believe it or not.Or else, you can try your luck at being a DVDJ, the entertainer of the future.If you just like watching your screen,  this will keep you busy for an infinite amount of time.And finally, being both very sad and strangely beautiful, these pictures were the last ones this photographer would ever take in his life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108437071654903333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108437071654903333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/05/linkdump-120504.html' title='Linkdump 120504'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-108024134372948048</id><published>2004-03-24T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.016+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><title type='text'>Cat Food</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108024134372948048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/108024134372948048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/03/cat-food.html' title='Cat Food'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-107365501573567789</id><published>2004-01-09T14:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.017+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><title type='text'>Black Math</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/107365501573567789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/107365501573567789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2004/01/black-math.html' title='Black Math'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-107032825022694901</id><published>2003-12-01T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:00.426+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Give peace a chance, dammit</title><summary type='text'>Yay for The Geneva Accord. Let's hope for the best this time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/107032825022694901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/107032825022694901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/12/give-peace-chance-dammit.html' title='Give peace a chance, dammit'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106857159253797711</id><published>2003-11-14T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And on the Seventh day he posteth...</title><summary type='text'>Conceptual Art: go see!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106857159253797711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106857159253797711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/11/and-on-seventh-day-he-posteth.html' title='And on the Seventh day he posteth...'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106778500285288091</id><published>2003-11-02T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware: The Black Ship Gang</title><summary type='text'>Zany Videogame QuotesQuiz: which videogame is shown above?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106778500285288091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106778500285288091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/11/beware-black-ship-gang.html' title='Beware: The Black Ship Gang'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106778166888575374</id><published>2003-11-01T15:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:21.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The wicked tongue</title><summary type='text'>Actual Interview:Q: Mr. President, your policies on the Middle East seem, so far, to have produced pretty meager results as the violence between Israelis and Palestinians -- BUSH: Major or meager? Q: Meager. BUSH: Oh, okay. Q: Meager. BUSH: Meager. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106778166888575374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106778166888575374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/11/wicked-tongue.html' title='The wicked tongue'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106761999010964762</id><published>2003-10-31T18:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:21.761+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamagurka is de man</title><summary type='text'>Kamagurka.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106761999010964762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106761999010964762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/10/kamagurka-is-de-man.html' title='Kamagurka is de man'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106682920914842870</id><published>2003-10-29T16:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.019+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>More than a thousand words</title><summary type='text'>Click here for pictures of my trip to Morocco, Spain and Portugal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106682920914842870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106682920914842870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/10/more-than-thousand-words.html' title='More than a thousand words'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106328594564034912</id><published>2003-09-11T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.019+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reizen'/><title type='text'>Dial zero to get out</title><summary type='text'> Oh yes I'm off now to the West-Mediterranean, going to visit Morocco, Spain and Portugal for over a month. It will definitely be a very exciting trip. I'm also planning a lot of thinking while I'm over there, as to what the hell I'm gonna do after I graduate (at the end of the year). If I stumble upon an internet cafe I might post some of my adventures directly from over there on this blog. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106328594564034912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106328594564034912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/09/dial-zero-to-get-out.html' title='Dial zero to get out'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106254340003264279</id><published>2003-09-03T00:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about our friend Ichi (1)</title><summary type='text'>Ichi loves Matthew BellamyIchi hates Henry KissingerIchi loves Lex LugerIchi made record at Hanashimasu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106254340003264279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106254340003264279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/09/something-about-our-friend-ichi-1.html' title='Something about our friend Ichi (1)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106209788257087432</id><published>2003-08-28T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:11.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Old News: 20021018</title><summary type='text'>HEADLINE: SPORT-PERU: WORLD CHESS CHAMPION RETURNS TO THE GAME BYLINE: By Abraham Lama  DATELINE: LIMA, Friday Oct. 18, 2002. Former international chess champion Julio Granda has returned from self-imposed retirement to play in the World Chess Olympics in Bled, Slovenia, later this month. On Oct. 8, Granda, from a small town near the southern city of Arequipa, won Peru's national chess </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106209788257087432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106209788257087432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/old-news-20021018.html' title='Old News: 20021018'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106121232305989389</id><published>2003-08-18T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.020+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><title type='text'>Who's Waldo?</title><summary type='text'>Time for a quiz of my own, although it's actually more like a google-challenge. If anyone is up for it...who is the woman on this photo?[edit] okay, that proved a bit too easy (way to go Deev) but see if you can find me one of her poems...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106121232305989389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106121232305989389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/whos-waldo.html' title='Who&apos;s Waldo?'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106072866676880785</id><published>2003-08-13T00:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Epilogue</title><summary type='text'>Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You? Since y'all like quizzes, here's one for ya... Let me know what came out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106072866676880785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106072866676880785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/summer-slump-epilogue.html' title='Summer Slump: Epilogue'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-106025977591477354</id><published>2003-08-07T14:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Snippets (2)</title><summary type='text'>Just some nice links for when you're hiding from the sun...A serial killer or just some computer nerd: Can you tell?Strange Happenings: Try this game.Another Kobayashi: Japanese photographerNormally I don't really care about spam as it's a dull subject, but this is weird.And -as always- the american legal system works in mysterious ways.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106025977591477354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/106025977591477354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/summer-slump-snippets-2.html' title='Summer Slump: Snippets (2)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105974162449039838</id><published>2003-08-01T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.021+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Classics (3)</title><summary type='text'>sakazuki niume no hana ukabeomoudochinomite no nochi wachirinu to mo yoshiLet's set plum blossoms  afloat in our sake cups.And who will care  if they must scatter in the end,after our drinking is done?Lady Otomo (8th century)Translation by Steven D. Carter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105974162449039838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105974162449039838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/summer-slump-classics-3.html' title='Summer Slump: Classics (3)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105974125317965487</id><published>2003-08-01T14:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.021+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Classics (2)</title><summary type='text'>yo no nakanani ni tatoemuasabirakikogiinishi fune noato naki ga gotoOur life in this world-to what shall I compare it?It is like a boat  rowing out at break of day,leaving not a trace behindKasa No Ason Maro (8th century)Translation by Steven D. Carter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105974125317965487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105974125317965487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/summer-slump-classics-2.html' title='Summer Slump: Classics (2)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105974090115624279</id><published>2003-08-01T14:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.022+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poëzie'/><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Classics (1)</title><summary type='text'>kururu made ni wami o tanomazuasaborakefune yuku ato nonami o miteOne cannot be sure of living  even until the evening.In the dim dawn light  I watch the waves in the wake    of a departing boatBishop Shinkei (1406-1475)Translation by Steven D. Carter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105974090115624279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105974090115624279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/08/summer-slump-classics-1.html' title='Summer Slump: Classics (1)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105888554515145903</id><published>2003-07-22T16:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Experiments (failed)</title><summary type='text'>A beta version of my streaming-audio project (aka RFM) is now online. Just click below to listen, you will need some version of RealPlayer though. Please report any bugs you find via the comment-box below. The tracklisting for episode #0 is as follows:Side A| Masaru Sato - The Bad Sleep Well / The Roots - Seed 2.0 / Marvin Gaye - Trouble Man / Radiohead - We Suck Young Blood / The Mars Volta - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105888554515145903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105888554515145903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/07/summer-slump-experiments-failed.html' title='Summer Slump: Experiments (failed)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105801302893117306</id><published>2003-07-12T14:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:34:02.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Slump: Snippets (1)</title><summary type='text'>If I had a weatherpixie on my blog you would see that it's full-blown summer again here in Holland, so my posting might not be up-to-scratch for the coming period. I'll be posting shorter snippets for a while.Yesterday I went to see Porgy and Bess at the Carre theatre in Amsterdam. Of course the songs were great -because they are indeed classics- but I found the story to be a bit too thin and -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105801302893117306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105801302893117306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/07/summer-slump-snippets-1.html' title='Summer Slump: Snippets (1)'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105698355215892704</id><published>2003-06-30T16:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:39:25.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Werchter 2003</title><summary type='text'>Werchter was (of course) absolutely amazing. Loads of great bands, and a lot of great performances to match. My personal highlight of the weekend was definitely Radiohead. They gave a nearly flawless performance on the first night. Starting with the tribal percussion of There There, they immediately grabbed the audience by the throat, only to let go almost two hours later with the communal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105698355215892704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105698355215892704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/rock-werchter-2003.html' title='Rock Werchter 2003'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105656889926967662</id><published>2003-06-25T21:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:39:25.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Down South</title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm off to Rock Werchter Festival now. I am looking forward to seeing Radiohead live for the first time, as well as Bjork, R.E.M., Tricky, Coldplay and last but not least Queens Of The Stone Age, just to name a few. Sadly, The Mars Volta will not be performing, since their keyboard player has passed away a few weeks ago.I leave you now with just another thing that's happening out there on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105656889926967662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105656889926967662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/nicotine-valium-vicadin-marijuana.html' title='Down South'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105632529729690463</id><published>2003-06-23T01:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up after the break:</title><summary type='text'>A new template, or in plain English: A New Look...I'm satisfied with my template "programming" achievements for now, although I had much bigger plans when I started with this, so let's just consider this a beta. Bugreports can be submitted via the comments section ;)I'm going to sleep now, because it's way too late already. More on the template change at a later time. Or maybe not, don't want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105632529729690463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105632529729690463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/coming-up-after-break.html' title='Coming up after the break:'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105534259012287272</id><published>2003-06-11T16:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:11.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>21.08, 13.7.1889</title><summary type='text'>"In a marriage of science and art, three astronomers have pinpointed the precise time and date of a painting by Dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh based on calculations of the moon's position in the picture. Van Gogh's painting depicts a field of haystacks in Provence, France, with a bright orange orb partially showing over a bluff. The vivid picture was known to have been painted sometime in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105534259012287272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105534259012287272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/2108-1371889.html' title='21.08, 13.7.1889'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105524885400198482</id><published>2003-06-10T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:21.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On Top Of The World</title><summary type='text'>Plans are being discussed as to who will replace Dick Cheney if he has to resign for health reasons. It's not easy for President Bush, he can't just name a replacement. He would first have to be confirmed by the oil, gas and power companies.- Jay LenoI saw an intelligence expert on TV today saying the White House failed to connect the dots. That's ironic because connecting the dots is Bush's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105524885400198482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105524885400198482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/on-top-of-world.html' title='On Top Of The World'/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105511278533145210</id><published>2003-06-09T00:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:21.762+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WoofA general noticed one of his soldiers behaving oddly. The soldier would pick up any piece of paper he found, frown and say: �That's not it� and put it down again. This went on for some time, until the general arranged to have the soldier psychologically tested. The psychologist concluded that the soldier was deranged, and wrote out his discharge from the army. The soldier picked it up, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105511278533145210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105511278533145210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/woof-general-noticed-one-of-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105459146370483718</id><published>2003-06-03T00:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:11.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Black Hole Sun"The first detailed map of space within about 1,000 light years of Earth places the solar system in the middle of a large hole that pierces the plane of the galaxy, perhaps left by an exploding star one or two million years ago". Above: "New map of the cold and dense interstellar gas surrounding the local cavity in the plane of the galaxy. White areas represent regions of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105459146370483718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105459146370483718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/black-hole-sun-first-detailed-map-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105459104110662171</id><published>2003-06-02T23:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quiz this!For all the people who are so fond of quizzes, here's one more. Let us hope that's the last one for now, if you catch my drift.If not, I've got some more for you, junkies:Which Super Saiyan are you?Are you a quiz addict?Are you gay?Are you a mutant?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105459104110662171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105459104110662171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/06/quiz-this-for-all-people-who-are-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105413123793212626</id><published>2003-05-28T16:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.025+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beeld'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red Of Youby Atsuko Naganuma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105413123793212626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105413123793212626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/red-of-you-by-atsuko-naganuma.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105396944801205840</id><published>2003-05-26T19:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keep On Dancin' (3)I don't know If I should trust Google anymore after reading this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105396944801205840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105396944801205840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/keep-on-dancin-3-i-dont-know-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105354335836708211</id><published>2003-05-21T20:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:50.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpstreamIt's no easy music, but I find this fascinating to listen to. Sigur Ros is very strange indeed, sung in Icelandic, English and some imaginary language. The music sounds very mysterious and dream-like, and can feel a bit heavy sometimes. Brainiac is also heavy stuff, but more in a sense of loud guitars, freaked-out vocals and electronic rampage. The streams are curtosy of epitonic, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105354335836708211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105354335836708211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/upstream-its-no-easy-music-but-i-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105308706125468531</id><published>2003-05-16T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:34:33.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tsuki no Michi (Gunkanjima)by Saiga Yuji.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105308706125468531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105308706125468531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/tsuki-no-michi-gunkanjima-by-saiga.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105308599516772814</id><published>2003-05-16T13:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:11.057+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good News from the War Front? source: NewScientist.com  "A super-powered neutrino generator could in theory be used to instantly destroy nuclear weapons anywhere on the planet, according to a team of Japanese scientists. If it was ever built, a state could use the device to obliterate the nuclear arsenal of its enemy by firing a beam of neutrinos straight through the Earth. But the generator </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105308599516772814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105308599516772814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/good-news-from-war-front-source.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105286416529441837</id><published>2003-05-14T00:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:50.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Memoriam Noel Redding (57)source: Associated Press"Noel Redding, bass player for the legendary Jimi Hendrix Experience from its formation in 1966 through its dissolution three years later, has died. He was 57. Redding was found dead Monday at his home in the town of Clonakilty in southern Ireland, his manager, Ian Grant, said Tuesday. An autopsy was planned to determine the cause of death. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105286416529441837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105286416529441837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/in-memoriam-noel-redding-57-source.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105283994796975530</id><published>2003-05-13T17:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keep On Dancin' (2)The Google dance has completed it seems, and if everything is working correctly, this blog can now be found on Google. On the other hand, the results still vary though. The snapshot of this page that Google keeps in its cache seems to change every now and then. First it kept an image of this blog as it was on May 2nd, yesterday it was as recent as May 7th. Today, it seems to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105283994796975530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105283994796975530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/keep-on-dancin-2-google-dance-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105268679187349427</id><published>2003-05-11T22:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:58:10.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Question MarkI want to write something today, but in fact I have been sitting behind this computer all day already, typing out changes and additions to a report that is due tomorrow. This deadline will certainly not be met, but I'm struggling to get it done on time for later this week. It is actually a byproduct of the Masters' Thesis in Social Psychology I'm completing this summer. And, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105268679187349427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105268679187349427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/question-mark-i-want-to-write-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105252206847215978</id><published>2003-05-10T01:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.651+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keep On Dancin' (1)After twelve days in it's existence, this blog is now in the process of being listed on Google. For a while, I've been wondering about when and how new stuff got listed. I read that they update the index every month or so. I also discovered they were updating it right at this moment. In other words, the "Google dance" had just begun. If you're quick enough, you can watch it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105252206847215978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105252206847215978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/keep-on-dancin-1-after-twelve-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105232962187280364</id><published>2003-05-07T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:30:36.112+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trailer TrashI've got loads of films I want to see at the moment:Matrix ReloadedPunch Drunk LoveSpirited Away25th HourNot to mention the DVDs I still want to see. I watched a lot of DVDs already the past few weeks, but hardly any good ones. I almost feel like I'm wasting my time watching bad DVDs when I've got so many (hopefully) good one's to see. But watching a bad film is probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105232962187280364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105232962187280364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/trailer-trash-ive-got-loads-of-films-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105223944665743950</id><published>2003-05-06T18:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I try to sing a happy songAfter re-reading yesterdays post, I felt I had to write something on a lighter topic. I do not like to see my blog starting with such a heavy topic. It's not that I don't stand behind my words, but it doesn't quite reflect my normal day-to-day state. Sometimes my mind runs off with me, but most of the time I'm quite at ease. Maybe there's a bit of learned helplessness in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105223944665743950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105223944665743950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/i-try-to-sing-happy-song-after-re.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105216744977228217</id><published>2003-05-05T22:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:17:18.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Out of time/There is no timeI feel an urge to write something, although I don't really know what to write about. I have a lot of things in my mind at the moment. I spent all day working on my master's thesis (I study Social Psychology), and even though I've spent too many hours behind the keyboard already, I would like to type stuff that really means something for a change. Don't get me wrong, my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105216744977228217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105216744977228217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/out-of-timethere-is-no-time-i-feel-urge.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105191120731680000</id><published>2003-05-02T23:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surfin' USA(click on images)Folks depicted here don't necessarily have got something to do with the links BTW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105191120731680000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105191120731680000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/05/surfin-usa-click-on-imagesfolks.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328196.post-105172737795666743</id><published>2003-04-30T20:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:27:38.652+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Futilities (1)The nedstat icon is gone :(I preferably use Opera v7.10, but i cannot get the news ticker to line up correctly for that browser :(I need a -free- tagboard, but a customizable one (fonts &amp; colours) :(Furthermore i need to learn more about css and the likes, since i'm previewing the new blogger interface :)I can't quite get the div tags yet, if the page isn't viewed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105172737795666743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328196/posts/default/105172737795666743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feer.blogspot.com/2003/04/futilities-1-nedstat-icon-is-gone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Feer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04432554879853415868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oa91FlcV_1U/ShKzsnxOPuI/AAAAAAAAALk/cIDTtq2SiYk/S220/PIC_0248.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
