To the tune of "House for Sale" from Lucifer with Margriet Eshuijs and Henny Huisman
Bank for sale.
You can read it on the sign.
Bank for sale.
It was yours and it was mine.
And tomorrow some Scotsman will be doing some sort of deal
In the office filled with memories, we used to share.
So sad.
Zaaf
As we all know, LOL is a bit overused these days on the web and related parts of the internet. Just Google for "LOL Inflation" and you'll get about half a million hits. In fact LOL is so overused that it is almost meaningless. However in real life it is still possible to laugh out loud. And one of my colleagues just did.
Picture this: Your sitting at work in a large open office space without any noise reduction measures. It is just after lunch and all the talk has quite down with people focussing on their immediate task, like wilfing. Suddenly, someone burst out in a real LOL session. And first thing you see is lots of angry glances being thrown at the source of the laughter. Perhaps we here are feeling too important to be disturbed by laughter?
The second thing most of us wanted to know was the source of the laughter, so we were treated on a very stupid blonde joke. I guess you'd have to have been there.
However the main thing I took away from this is that it is not really appreciated to LOLAW .
Zaaf
Yesterday afternoon, my son came down to call me to the family computer which was acting weird. And sure enough all his running programs (Safari and Finder) were showing me the Spinning Pizza Of Death. Nothing worked. No Command-Option-Eject to put it into sleep, no clicking anywhere, no Command-Tab, nothing. And then, suddenly, the computer shut itself down.
The weirdest thing was that nothing could persuade it to turn back on. The only thing happening was that the light in the power button started to glow. No problems, thinks me. I've had this before. It is just a matter of opening this machine up and pressing the PMU-reset. So disconnect everything, move the PowerMac G4 to another table for easy access, open it up, press the button, wait a full minute, close the computer reconnect everything and then presto: Nothing, only the light in the button.
Hmm that's weird. Try disconnecting the battery. Without battery same results. But the battery in after 12 minutes and try again: Same result, nothing happens.
So now the machine is at the Macintosh repair shop and I'm hoping it is nothing too serious. But you know the thing I miss the most is my iTunes library of which I have no backups. (Backups, come-on this is a consumer machine, why should I need backups). No iTunes library means no new podcasts and how am I going to get my daily podcast fix now?
The shop will call me Monday or Tuesday with the results of their inspection. I hope they can fix it. Then I'll donate the machine to someone else and buy myself a brand new 24" iMac.
Zaaf
Just this morning when sitting at my desk at work, a colleague dropped by and started to ask me something. Now, I completely forgot the question, but what I do remember is that I had to turn off my iPod to hear him out. During our conversation, the song that I stopped in the middle off, kept on playing in the back of my brain, repeating itself over and over. It was (and still is) a happy sounding song and so I told my colleague about it. Somehow he was unhappy with the fact that I mentioned the song, because just mentioning it made sure it stuck in his brain too.
Half an hour later, with the song still firmly planted in my head, I head down to the coffee corner where I overhear my colleague saying: "I have this song in my head which I cannot get rid off. Someone sang to me "I'm crazy like a fool. What about daddy Cool?".
Let's hope that by tonight the whole company is singing Boney M.
Zaaf
Is it art if you create it yourself? Or does that apply only to artists? And how do you become an artist? Is it so that one day you wake up with the idea fixed in your head that whatever you are, whatever your profession is at that time, from then on you will be an artist?
My father-in-law is a retired teacher and he creates ceramic statues. When shown to random people like my colleagues, it is art. The artist however had a bit of an internal struggle when deciding that he now was to be known as An Artist.
But judge for yourselfs at <http://www.nicocornelisklomp.nl>.
Have fun!
Zaaf
By the way, the title of this post, "No art on" is a direct translation from a dutch expression meaning that things are to simple to be worthy of thought.
