She never walked the straight and narrow
she always was exactly she
and when he finally took her
he built her a pedestal
for being true
to life
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom: it is our God given birth right, and simultaneously the biggest and gravest responsibility of all. Lots of our human brothers all over the world do not have the same luxury, many of them are even born in captivity. We, the 'free' world, do not appreciate the freedom our forefathers shed their blood and tears for, fought for in many a war against numerous oppressors. We abuse our freedom wherever and whenever we like.
We are free to love and marry whomever we choose, we are just as free to divorce when things don't work out. We are free to choose our own friends, whatever race or political believes. We are free to choose our professions, whether we wish to work long and hard hours or rather not have a career and spend more time with family and friends. Free.
We are free and have the right to vote, to speak our mind, to believe in any God we like or …..not at all.
We have the right of free press, the right to demonstrate against bad decisions, the right to strike when we feel mistreated.
We have the right to defend ourselves......
What do we do?
We lust in stead of love, when we lust for something else we just get up and go after it, mothers and fathers leaving their children along the way. We make friends and mistreat them with total disregard of truth or ethics and then cut them off. We work and moan about the hours, the wage, our boss, but don't do much to improve our situation. When we die we never say: I wish I would have worked more.......
We vote, not for parties that can turn our world around but because we have an acquaintance or relative or because it is a family tradition. We say whatever we like, often without any knowledge just because we like to hear ourselves rant, hurting many people in the process. We will believe in anything as long as it will give us personal gain, like forgiveness.
We fill our papers and magazines with stories that we let others censor, we let Petroula tell us the weather.
And every time someone dies it was in self defense.......
While pretending to excersise our rights as a free individual, we always seem to hurt others, maybe it is time we start to take our rights a bit more serious, look a bit harder at the responsibilities that go hand in hand with being free...... you see, our fellow man has the same rights to happiness, he does not need to suffer from ours.
Someone asked me last week if I ever think about what I write...... what do you think?
Freedom: it is our God given birth right, and simultaneously the biggest and gravest responsibility of all. Lots of our human brothers all over the world do not have the same luxury, many of them are even born in captivity. We, the 'free' world, do not appreciate the freedom our forefathers shed their blood and tears for, fought for in many a war against numerous oppressors. We abuse our freedom wherever and whenever we like.
We are free to love and marry whomever we choose, we are just as free to divorce when things don't work out. We are free to choose our own friends, whatever race or political believes. We are free to choose our professions, whether we wish to work long and hard hours or rather not have a career and spend more time with family and friends. Free.
We are free and have the right to vote, to speak our mind, to believe in any God we like or …..not at all.
We have the right of free press, the right to demonstrate against bad decisions, the right to strike when we feel mistreated.
We have the right to defend ourselves......
What do we do?
We lust in stead of love, when we lust for something else we just get up and go after it, mothers and fathers leaving their children along the way. We make friends and mistreat them with total disregard of truth or ethics and then cut them off. We work and moan about the hours, the wage, our boss, but don't do much to improve our situation. When we die we never say: I wish I would have worked more.......
We vote, not for parties that can turn our world around but because we have an acquaintance or relative or because it is a family tradition. We say whatever we like, often without any knowledge just because we like to hear ourselves rant, hurting many people in the process. We will believe in anything as long as it will give us personal gain, like forgiveness.
We fill our papers and magazines with stories that we let others censor, we let Petroula tell us the weather.
And every time someone dies it was in self defense.......
While pretending to excersise our rights as a free individual, we always seem to hurt others, maybe it is time we start to take our rights a bit more serious, look a bit harder at the responsibilities that go hand in hand with being free...... you see, our fellow man has the same rights to happiness, he does not need to suffer from ours.
Someone asked me last week if I ever think about what I write...... what do you think?
Monday, December 27, 2010
New Years Wishes
When the roaring of what haunts you
becomes a bit too loud
and whether it will catch you
becomes your greatest doubt
When nothing seems to go right
all efforts no avail
caught in your own twilight
where all else seems to fail
Remember a guardian angel
looking from up above
says: all that's really needed
is spread a little love......
Have a love-stuffed 2011!
becomes a bit too loud
and whether it will catch you
becomes your greatest doubt
When nothing seems to go right
all efforts no avail
caught in your own twilight
where all else seems to fail
Remember a guardian angel
looking from up above
says: all that's really needed
is spread a little love......
Have a love-stuffed 2011!
Friday, October 8, 2010
Long live automation
I love machines, really do...you could easily say I adore them. Especially the newer machines and household appliances. They are so polite, so cordial, it is refreshing. For instance, a couple of days ago we had to park in a totally automated parking garage. At first we were greeted by a red and white pole that immediately went up without even having to ask. Next up, a shiny metallic cylinder wished us a very good day and politely asked us to take our parking ticket, after which an almost erotic “have a nice day” sent us on our way. Of course, we returned the courtesy with a “thank you very much”... after all, I did raise my children well (and you never know if there actually is a midget in there pushing your parking ticket through the slot!!). Upon our departure, we found that some human vandalist had ruined the payment machine that, as I recollect, was once just as friendly. We had to go to a human window to pay where my card was torn out of my hands and change was almost thrown at me. No “thank yous,” no “have a nice days,” just a rude mumbling that no living person could understand due to an enormous moustache with sandwich left-overs dangling in it. Thanks man, that 'll get up my appetite.
Another example is my four month old washing machine. It is of a beautiful white and silver shiny metal alloy. The surface as smooth as silk to touch. Once you turn my machine on it begins with a very comforting and cheerful opening melody, a cross between Mozart and Satie. Then, all kinds of little lights start twinkling, green and orange, like a tastefully decorated Christmas tree. Ah, you can imagine doing my laundry has become a joy. Once my washing is done, my machine beckons me back into the bathroom with another beautiful melody, many times I have actually thanked her for the joy she brings while she silently closed her lights. So, that got me thinking.
If we can make our appliances this polite and friendly, then lets make a couple more! How about a coffee machine that greets you with good morning, what will it be today: capuccino, espresso or an old fashioned filter?” And when your coffee is done, says something like “have a nice day at work'.” Wouldn't that be just great? Or a frying pan that calls you into the kitchen with “Baby, your fries are hot hot hot!” Or a dishwasher that blurts out an enthusiastic “Give it to me now, come on, give me those dirty plates,” or an airconditioner that, when temperatures go out of control, whispers “Dear one, time to cool off.”
Now that would be the life, wouldn’t it? I am secretly hoping all young inventors now have some new ideas to dedicate their lives to. In the meantime, since we will have to do without this kind of politeness for the next few years, we humans could try to be a bit more polite to each other...well anyway, that's what I think.
Another example is my four month old washing machine. It is of a beautiful white and silver shiny metal alloy. The surface as smooth as silk to touch. Once you turn my machine on it begins with a very comforting and cheerful opening melody, a cross between Mozart and Satie. Then, all kinds of little lights start twinkling, green and orange, like a tastefully decorated Christmas tree. Ah, you can imagine doing my laundry has become a joy. Once my washing is done, my machine beckons me back into the bathroom with another beautiful melody, many times I have actually thanked her for the joy she brings while she silently closed her lights. So, that got me thinking.
If we can make our appliances this polite and friendly, then lets make a couple more! How about a coffee machine that greets you with good morning, what will it be today: capuccino, espresso or an old fashioned filter?” And when your coffee is done, says something like “have a nice day at work'.” Wouldn't that be just great? Or a frying pan that calls you into the kitchen with “Baby, your fries are hot hot hot!” Or a dishwasher that blurts out an enthusiastic “Give it to me now, come on, give me those dirty plates,” or an airconditioner that, when temperatures go out of control, whispers “Dear one, time to cool off.”
Now that would be the life, wouldn’t it? I am secretly hoping all young inventors now have some new ideas to dedicate their lives to. In the meantime, since we will have to do without this kind of politeness for the next few years, we humans could try to be a bit more polite to each other...well anyway, that's what I think.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Water Savers
Water, it is supposed to be a common good. Either we have plenty, that is, for those of us that live in first world countries, or we ALL don't have any. The latter obviously for those in the so called third world countries. Basic idea is to share whatever water we have. Right? Nope, wrong. Totally wrong. Agreed, first world countries have all the water they need, and again agreed third world countries have no water at all. But what about those second world countries, the countries no one talks about, the countries that, in our case, give water to those that have it all the time and keep it from their own citizens?
Obviously I'm talking about our own area. At this time the main switches of the watersupply are turned on every 3 to 4 days. Now, you can go to the town council and ask for a program that 'll state exactly when water will be available at your home. Of course this leaflet shouldn't be taken too seriously, most of the time it is incorrect, some homes haven't seen water for 10 days in a row, but at least it is a piece of paper that you can hold on too, a form of fictional support. Don't get your hopes up too high, complaining when the program is off hasn't helped anyone I know yet.
Ok, so there is no water. And I guess it is understandable that water goes to the tourist industry first, they are after all our daily bread. So, yes, they need to take showers and they need to swim in a clean pool. And yes they need to be able to flush down their daily waste. But can anyone explain to me why they need their tennis courts watered 3 times a day? Anyone with half a brain realizes that in this heat one does not play tennis. Or can anyone explain to me why tourists need to walk on bright green, daily watered grass? They have that in their own countries because of the rain they can't stand and try to avoid by coming to Crete. Why in the name of sanity do we want to remind them of home AND waste our precious water on it...... it puzzles me deeply. But then again, I am not one to linger on the why's for very long, I'ld rather find solutions. So except for the normal water saving routines and tips we all know by heart, I've tried to come up with a few creative tips to help you, my fellow citizen, save some water. Some are a bit yucky but hey, desperate times ask for desperate measures.
1.Turn on your airco and put a bucket underneath. Invite lots of people over to sit and sweat with you. Guaranteed you have enough after a couple of hours to do your laundry with.
2.'Borrow' the buckets outside of neighbouring hotels, those airco's go 24/7, you can use the water to wash your car, your windows and mop your floor. (Please do return buckets, only borrow the water)
3.Take your own showers at the beach or neighbouring hotels. There are showers available everywhere outside and they always seem to have plenty of water. Do not be embarrassed about shampoos and conditioners, believe me, you are not the only one!
4.If times get real rough, gather your own pee to flush bigger waste, a bottle of chlorine straight after will take care of the smell!
With a bit of luck it 'll rain this month, till then I wish you courage and patience.
Obviously I'm talking about our own area. At this time the main switches of the watersupply are turned on every 3 to 4 days. Now, you can go to the town council and ask for a program that 'll state exactly when water will be available at your home. Of course this leaflet shouldn't be taken too seriously, most of the time it is incorrect, some homes haven't seen water for 10 days in a row, but at least it is a piece of paper that you can hold on too, a form of fictional support. Don't get your hopes up too high, complaining when the program is off hasn't helped anyone I know yet.
Ok, so there is no water. And I guess it is understandable that water goes to the tourist industry first, they are after all our daily bread. So, yes, they need to take showers and they need to swim in a clean pool. And yes they need to be able to flush down their daily waste. But can anyone explain to me why they need their tennis courts watered 3 times a day? Anyone with half a brain realizes that in this heat one does not play tennis. Or can anyone explain to me why tourists need to walk on bright green, daily watered grass? They have that in their own countries because of the rain they can't stand and try to avoid by coming to Crete. Why in the name of sanity do we want to remind them of home AND waste our precious water on it...... it puzzles me deeply. But then again, I am not one to linger on the why's for very long, I'ld rather find solutions. So except for the normal water saving routines and tips we all know by heart, I've tried to come up with a few creative tips to help you, my fellow citizen, save some water. Some are a bit yucky but hey, desperate times ask for desperate measures.
1.Turn on your airco and put a bucket underneath. Invite lots of people over to sit and sweat with you. Guaranteed you have enough after a couple of hours to do your laundry with.
2.'Borrow' the buckets outside of neighbouring hotels, those airco's go 24/7, you can use the water to wash your car, your windows and mop your floor. (Please do return buckets, only borrow the water)
3.Take your own showers at the beach or neighbouring hotels. There are showers available everywhere outside and they always seem to have plenty of water. Do not be embarrassed about shampoos and conditioners, believe me, you are not the only one!
4.If times get real rough, gather your own pee to flush bigger waste, a bottle of chlorine straight after will take care of the smell!
With a bit of luck it 'll rain this month, till then I wish you courage and patience.
God loves me!
So, we went camping in Matala a couple of weeks ago. This may not be something world shocking to you but it was to me since it was my first time ever! Before that memorable weekend I had never ever really camped out before. I can faintly remember spending a weekend with one of my schoolfriends back in the seventies on a camp site but I don't really think it counts since their 'tent' had 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, fully operating shower, kitchen, dining room including table. They were connected to the sewer system and, it being in Holland may I remind you, I could even throw my toiletpaper in the toilet. Looking back its basically all been downhill since then, but that's a whole different subject.
I was really excited, you know. Imagine a 4 day break in high season with my favorite bikes (all Harley's) my favorite music (all rock) and camping out! I had decided that someone up there must really like me.
Now, as you all know, I have a partner that helps me out in the house a lot (again this shows someone up there likes me). The only times we argue about that is when he does some washing since he throws all colours together. The night before our Matala departure I got fantastic pay-back, I am convinced, from The Lord himself.
My sweetheart showed me his 4 shirts he had decided to bring to this rough, rugged 1st Cretan Biker Run Hells Angels supported event with a sad little boy look on his face. They were all pink. Just let that one sink in for a second...... Armed with a bottle of chlorine I whitened his shirts trying to save hime from the embarrassment of being the only pink dude amidst hundreds of skull and bone wearing bikers, all the while tears streaming down my face with laughter. Reds just don't go with whites baby!! By now you gotta agree someone up there seriously fancies me.
We didn't really have a tent, so there was not a lot to set up when we got there, but I busied myself with making our beds in the minibus, our home away from home. As soon as I was done I checked out the camping grounds and had to go back to our bus with a devastating anouncement. 'Guys' I yelled 'I dont know bout this camping thing, I haven't found any showers and I just peed in a hole' Honestly I wasn't happy at that particular moment, not at all. But, tada, next morning my knight in shining armour took me to some real clean bathrooms and showers WITH hot water, from then on I became a camping buff. Pro at sleeping on a tiny backseat and pro at changing clothes on 50 square centimeters. I am now so confident that I will even bring a little gasburner next time, to make some coffee or fry an egg or whatever it is they do.
The whole weekend was a smash and we thank all the guys from The Cretan Harley Davidson Club for their hospitality, we'll be there again next year.
And now back home, while I'm writing this column a voice from the bathroom shouts 'Babe, can purple go in with denim?' and I know, for sure, God loves me!
I was really excited, you know. Imagine a 4 day break in high season with my favorite bikes (all Harley's) my favorite music (all rock) and camping out! I had decided that someone up there must really like me.
Now, as you all know, I have a partner that helps me out in the house a lot (again this shows someone up there likes me). The only times we argue about that is when he does some washing since he throws all colours together. The night before our Matala departure I got fantastic pay-back, I am convinced, from The Lord himself.
My sweetheart showed me his 4 shirts he had decided to bring to this rough, rugged 1st Cretan Biker Run Hells Angels supported event with a sad little boy look on his face. They were all pink. Just let that one sink in for a second...... Armed with a bottle of chlorine I whitened his shirts trying to save hime from the embarrassment of being the only pink dude amidst hundreds of skull and bone wearing bikers, all the while tears streaming down my face with laughter. Reds just don't go with whites baby!! By now you gotta agree someone up there seriously fancies me.
We didn't really have a tent, so there was not a lot to set up when we got there, but I busied myself with making our beds in the minibus, our home away from home. As soon as I was done I checked out the camping grounds and had to go back to our bus with a devastating anouncement. 'Guys' I yelled 'I dont know bout this camping thing, I haven't found any showers and I just peed in a hole' Honestly I wasn't happy at that particular moment, not at all. But, tada, next morning my knight in shining armour took me to some real clean bathrooms and showers WITH hot water, from then on I became a camping buff. Pro at sleeping on a tiny backseat and pro at changing clothes on 50 square centimeters. I am now so confident that I will even bring a little gasburner next time, to make some coffee or fry an egg or whatever it is they do.
The whole weekend was a smash and we thank all the guys from The Cretan Harley Davidson Club for their hospitality, we'll be there again next year.
And now back home, while I'm writing this column a voice from the bathroom shouts 'Babe, can purple go in with denim?' and I know, for sure, God loves me!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Jackpot!!
Some of my favorite nights are the nights I spend out drinking with the girls. It is usually an interesting mix of characters. They come from all over. Greece, Holland, Germany, Austria, England, Canada, you name it. Age doesnt matter either, the youngest that ever came out with us was 18, the oldest way in her 60's. The only thing we all demand is a positive attitude and a big time party mood.
Most of us have got kids, some have husbands or boyfriends, so we can not start early, dinner has to be taken care of beforehand. 10 o clock is our time though. We drink, we dance, we drink some more and we talk. About everything. Economics, religion, politics, friends in trouble and men. If I am excruciatingly honest, which I intend to be, we mostly talk about men. Sorry guys.
One of these fairly recent nights started me looking at the subject from a different point of view. First of all I thought it was amazing how the coupled friends supported their spouses. Mind you, I used to do the same. Unbelievable loyalty and love dripped off their words: Í don't mind getting him his coffee (5 times a day I was guessing) he works so hard. Or 'He needs to be able to unwind with his friends after work' Yeah like every day. 'It's my fault he's getting fat, I don't cook healthy enough' Of course he's shoving it down his face with a gun held against his head. It got me thinking. Cause, you see, most of these friends of mine have a full-time job that pays for a hell of a lot of bills and has the family insured. And most of these friends have a couple of kids to tend too. All of them cook everyday and a good 75% of them takes care of the household on their own. And when they are not doing that they are playing taxi driver getting the kids to school or to karate or to music lessons or to english class 3 bloody times a week. If there are no kids involved I am assuring you they are taking care of other important couple business like the tax returns or the rent subsidies or the shit tank emptied or the washing machine fixed. While they bring him his coffee.
Let's also mention finances. How many times have I heard: Well, we can't really afford it but he really needs a new computer, a new television, a new play station. To do what girls, to be on Facebook, watch high definition world cup football and play Mario Karts simultaneously?? NOT!
Wake up and get a grip. They can't find clean socks and get dressed at the same time, how could they possibly manage all of the above! You work for it ladies, you deserve more. A nice haircut now and then, a day at the Spa, those gorgeous new shoes, more nights out with the girls. 'Cause you know what, while you're running around like an idiot taking care of things, he's eyeing that cute, carefree, well polished and well dressed girl that has her life in order. Forgetting totally that you once were that girl, the one he fell in love with and whom he has now transformed into his mother!
So girls, get your lives back, or, for the lucky ones, the girls I know that have a great spouse, that do have a rock they can lean on, the girls that do feel loved and supported: Get your toe nails painted hot red, loose those extra pounds, spray on his favorite perfume and put on a sexy dress now and then, for you have hit the jackpot and he deserves it.
Most of us have got kids, some have husbands or boyfriends, so we can not start early, dinner has to be taken care of beforehand. 10 o clock is our time though. We drink, we dance, we drink some more and we talk. About everything. Economics, religion, politics, friends in trouble and men. If I am excruciatingly honest, which I intend to be, we mostly talk about men. Sorry guys.
One of these fairly recent nights started me looking at the subject from a different point of view. First of all I thought it was amazing how the coupled friends supported their spouses. Mind you, I used to do the same. Unbelievable loyalty and love dripped off their words: Í don't mind getting him his coffee (5 times a day I was guessing) he works so hard. Or 'He needs to be able to unwind with his friends after work' Yeah like every day. 'It's my fault he's getting fat, I don't cook healthy enough' Of course he's shoving it down his face with a gun held against his head. It got me thinking. Cause, you see, most of these friends of mine have a full-time job that pays for a hell of a lot of bills and has the family insured. And most of these friends have a couple of kids to tend too. All of them cook everyday and a good 75% of them takes care of the household on their own. And when they are not doing that they are playing taxi driver getting the kids to school or to karate or to music lessons or to english class 3 bloody times a week. If there are no kids involved I am assuring you they are taking care of other important couple business like the tax returns or the rent subsidies or the shit tank emptied or the washing machine fixed. While they bring him his coffee.
Let's also mention finances. How many times have I heard: Well, we can't really afford it but he really needs a new computer, a new television, a new play station. To do what girls, to be on Facebook, watch high definition world cup football and play Mario Karts simultaneously?? NOT!
Wake up and get a grip. They can't find clean socks and get dressed at the same time, how could they possibly manage all of the above! You work for it ladies, you deserve more. A nice haircut now and then, a day at the Spa, those gorgeous new shoes, more nights out with the girls. 'Cause you know what, while you're running around like an idiot taking care of things, he's eyeing that cute, carefree, well polished and well dressed girl that has her life in order. Forgetting totally that you once were that girl, the one he fell in love with and whom he has now transformed into his mother!
So girls, get your lives back, or, for the lucky ones, the girls I know that have a great spouse, that do have a rock they can lean on, the girls that do feel loved and supported: Get your toe nails painted hot red, loose those extra pounds, spray on his favorite perfume and put on a sexy dress now and then, for you have hit the jackpot and he deserves it.
Friday, June 4, 2010
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