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Fri, 20 Oct 2017 01:42:34 +0200



A young lady, probably areligious, said this morning, while I wanted to shake her hand: "No, I don't shake hands."
"Okay," I said.
About 45 minutes later she gave me hug. Hugs yes, handshakes no. I hesitated a bit, but I gave her a hug. I'm a flexible human being.



Thu, 19 Oct 2017 07:05:35 +0200



Tuesday night: dinner in Kappo Masa.
At the end of the evening my girlfriend read a rather devastating review on Kappo Masa in the NYT aloud.
The maître d' appeared to be listening, as if he didn't know the review at all.



Wed, 18 Oct 2017 05:49:03 +0200



Tonight at Lincoln Center, the pianist Leif Ove Andsnes gave an encore, romanza by Sibelius.
The orchestra remained on stage. A bald violinist, he reminded me of Von Stroheim, started crying while listening to Sibelius. Or did he have an allergy?



Tue, 17 Oct 2017 06:01:29 +0200



Overheard on Park Avenue, an elderly man on the phone: "Yes, I could be in that frame of mind tonight."

What was the question?

Shall I come by for sex tonight?

Shall we eat cheese fondue tonight?

Shall we go to a concert tonight?

Dad, could you babysit tonight?


It's that time of the year again, a difficult customer needs to be manhandled. Could you do that for me?

Or just: do you want to see me?



Mon, 16 Oct 2017 05:38:18 +0200


Everybody knows

Maureen Dowd on Weinstein:

'“I hope it’s a witch hunt,” said a top Hollywood woman. “I hope it’s a purge. There are people we have to get rid of in our business. Everyone knows them.”'

Read the article here.

Is the system going to change or are we getting rid of the bad guy who stepped on too many toes, so that other, younger bad guys will take his place?



Sun, 15 Oct 2017 06:12:15 +0200



Last week, on a flight from Kiev to Brussels (Ukraine International Airlines) the flight attendant handed out chocolates. I ate my chocolate and then I handed the flight attentant the garbage, but she said: "No, there is a message for you on it." She gave me back me the wrapper and I read: "Leave your past behind and new doors will open."
But how do you leave your past behind?



Sat, 14 Oct 2017 01:18:26 +0200



The pianist said: "Some of the young kids here rent a Mercedes for the weekend."
"To impress girls?" I asked.
"Of course, but what if it doesn't work?" the pianist mumbled.
"At least, they have the Mercedes then for two days. Your car can also be your lover."



Fri, 13 Oct 2017 01:32:54 +0200



Suburbia in the Netherlands: Zoetermeer. I went there to see a musical with my ex.
After the performance I noticed a kid sitting on the street. "People, people," he said with a high voice, "who gives me a beer or a joint?"



Thu, 12 Oct 2017 10:38:00 +0200



Mohammed Hasan Alwan, recipient of this year's International Prize for Arabic Fiction in Der Spiegel, interview by by Susanne Koelbl:

"The combination of travel and wisdom is hard for me to resist. I therefore decided to bridge the knowledge gap about his personal life by using my imagination. Only fiction can pick up what history has ignored."

Read the interview here.

Novelists take care of the crumbs, the left-overs. After the historians stopped working on their plates they search for the small pieces. A humble but wise defense of fiction.



Wed, 11 Oct 2017 01:45:40 +0200



Maubeuge, another performance in the French language.
A French lady had said that Maubeuge was a romantic city. She may have been mistaken, it all depends on your mood and definitions.
On our way to the theater a young man shouted: "You have killed my mother."
"Well," I said to my friend, "let's enjoy the performance."