day 3 and 4

days 3 and 4
I work my ass of on the animation and then just suddenly lose two hours because I really do not kknow the ins and outs of Flash Pro. But my intelligence will not let me completely in the lurch and I'm learning bits and pieces, more and more.
Went to the embassy Wednesday. I wanted to go cycling, according to Ernest only 20 minutes. I was biking nicely half an hour in the wrong direction. Fine. So went back, put the bike on a side, picked the bus and went into town. It was beautiful weather. The lady at the embassy is super fun and makes me think of aunt Adrie. I should call my aunt tonight. the ambassy lady lives a couple of years in each country. Actually ideal. Her husband, she has got to know him while she was in Yemen, is her housewife. He is also deliciously disturbed as she is. So refreshing this loving couple. I'm so happy to encounter these much loosening and less dry Dutch for a change.

Meanwhile I learn a great deal about the Polymer Culture Factory. They therefore do not get any grant or anything but only rent. They are not like legally registered and all and they do nothing to renovate or maintenance because there is simply no money actually. Only what is really really necessary they fix.
This inspires me a great deal for the quarantine hospital in Curacao. To simply just start from scratch. And with time to expand. Only is it a monument. But as it looks now it can't get any worse anyway.

I've seen the old town and really want to devote some days to discover it more. And so also the coast where the ferries are. Interesting environment there! about the comment I only discovered today (sorry, i think nobody reads this blog) It is the lady from the ambassy that calls her husband housewife, and he likes it too. But I don't think the 'head of the family' is only the one who provides financially for a family. There is more to it, to be the head of the family. You must also be able to protect, for example, and in the end to take the call for mayor decisions. Whatever Jesus does to the church, how he takes care of her, is the example of what the head of a family does as well. But no, as in this subject in my art I am not so into finding ways to get opinions of western society of today, equal the biblical standards or find ways to make biblical ways match up to how we want to see things today.

day 2

The next day I wake up way too late. I should be stricter on myself.
I had all these plans to go to town, but I would start with the animation. First, I seek an opportunity to get Flash CS3 talking again. No success. I throw it away and d/l Flash from Adobe's website. A cracked version is too much hassle and I do not want to. Does me little good. So it is the latest version, cs5. Already? Jeez, it's like every year they release a version, it makes no sense.
I get a terrible stiff back of the retro chair. My body can't take crappy furniture. I need a good bed, I'm so happy that I sleep on a hard surface and not some bed with springs or something.

I want to buy a ball to sit on and go to the mall. Maybe there is a sport shop that sells them. The sports shop hasn't got the ball. I would have to go nearby the airport, there is another mall. Estonians love the mall, Truely told me. Yes, people want to gain back the capitalistic crap what they think they've lost. But they will sooner or later find out that shopping isn't gain at all.
I buy myself a nice roast chicken leg, the scent haunted me. But it was also cheapo. This country is crazy that they will introduce the euro. Look at Scandinavia and follow their example. But no! Mr. the president is thinking so smart.
But my chicken was quite tasty. Would go great with chips:) Nice 'n greasy, mwhaha.
I think I just go to the airport so buy bus tickets. But then I hear that I might as well just go to the city. Well then I get the bike. So nice of Mr. Truely to borrow me his bike
But when I get there I get invited by Mr. Truely to go on the planted roof. I make the attempt, I can also ask about the sports shop, although they don't strike me the sporty types. On my way I found a decent chair and pick it up. This one doesn't torment my back so much.
And I'm back to my computer and enjoy working on my animation.
I bake some fries with my chickenleg before but have almost no oil.Because of that I use olive oil with heats up too fast. The kitchen is blue with smoke.
But it comes with good fries and after a lot of patience I am sitting with a plate of fries, chicken mayo and Malcolm in the middle to watch and crack up.

Later Mr. Truely stops by. Says I need to meet this girl Tuuli that has a thing for cycling. What a cute name. Okay, I'll meet her.
There is a concert in the building and I go also to meet the Tuuli girl. When I get there I see a couple of guys making music and the audience seems completely bored and super folded into their sofa's. This can not be right. I greet a girl in the door. They are really friendly.
I leave as quick as I came.
But Mr. Truely calls me by text messaging me back. For the Tuuli girl who likes bikes. She has such a friendly round face and makes me think of Lisette.
The musicians are okay so is the atmosphere, I drink a beer, I had not much fluid today anyway. If I'm really thirsty, I drink beer in company. Turns out not to be good, but water is determined not to be available in this bar.
Yes, it's sort of punky audience, but it doesn't matter to me. The people have nothing to expect from me and I expect nothing from them. I'm just here to superegocentricly to make my work and live as a hermit. I'm not that interested to meet much people.
Sometimes I think: Don't I have a limit in meeting new potential friends?

But I meet people anyway and yes, that same night add a girl to my facebook friends. She has dj-d some wicked tunes and preachings about Jesus, yeah! And maybe she arranges a night where I can VJ with her, she said.

I go away again, away from the Estonian friendly people. Some work to do and then my bed, I think.
But when I place the key in the lock something goes wrong. The key won't turn or anything. I fight this thing until I become desperate and call upon Jesus for help. (yes, that desperate) Happens to ME again. I can't stand all these crap things, we don't get along. It reminds me of that crappy jeep that I had got to drive in Curacao and which I totally killed in the end.
Fortunately there is another connecting door that can shut.

so now it's time to sleep. People still make music. I respect the patience of these people. The music does not bother me, except for the wailing of a rock singer while I was fighting the stuck key.

I'm afraid that Truely is going to have some experiences with me. I hope that more people have had their keys stuck.

Okay. 4 of the 32 scenes created. But it will go faster.

Avantia in Estonia

Day 1
It really is an ugly building at first but still breathes a certain coziness and attentiveness. The walls are painted with a variety of patterns and stencil drawings.
Mr. Truely said from the airport already to be nervous for my reaction. When we got to the room he introduced a very dark dusty room my eyes and brains hardly got adjusted to until he joked that he was just kidding.

I am very happy with the largest room in the building! The small room is so in bad condition, that it's probably illegal to put anyone to sleep in there. The mold would do a number on the longs.
It is as if my room hasn't been cleaned ever, but the space! If you're from Amsterdam, everything is great.


And yes it's cold, like Mr. Truely had warned me. I was bummed with myself that I didn't take my long thick vest with me. But I like to travel light. So now I'm just unlucky.
But for everything a solution: I use a robe of the previous occupant. Thinner, but it does the work.
Everything is shaby but with character. I love these old retro furniture.



In order to feel at home I put my laptop on the desk and try to get internet connection which succeeds after several attempts. How internet infested are we nowadays ;)
We go to the supermarket and I do some shopping.
I forgot my wallet. Stupid. So back I go.
The people are very friendly and yes they stare at you, but people are not shy. Just friendly. I think they wonder why I find it so interesting to come there, of all places.
I have a list of countries I want to visit because they are interesting, and Estonia was not on it. Well, I just enjoy discovering unexpected locations. Just like in my art.
I return and cook and because the electronic pits are slow to heat, I sweep the studio. A daily therapy to relax myself if necessary, haha.
It's interesting but there are just people who never in their lives have cleaned a house. Only wash. Their bodies and teeth. And their hair. But nothing further.
So they live as woodlice under a layer of dirt.
But anyway: it is better that I cleaned it myself, i now know the status.
I move the desk next to the heater.
I put some extra cozy stuff in living room and dust off. I found a cool retro lamp. The plug is broken and I fix it. I put it in the socket and that is wrong. The electricity is gone. Stupidity No. 2 today. I'm afraid that not only the fuse is blown but the powersocket is just really broken. Fried.
I call and SMS mr Truely because the heaters now long work. Cold is not my friend.
Fortunately, there is a fuse box around the corner, a modern one. Shows that the water cooker is also a part of the problem.

When I go to sleep I make my bed, the loft bed. The sheets smell fresh and clean. I make a nest with all the pillows out there. The power is working again, the lamp above is in the shape of a heart and gives red light.
Cheesy, but I am glad it is not a fry-lamp.
I have my Bible on standby for tomorrow.
I watch a sitcom that always cracks me up and fall asleep happy.