gimme a ride home...

I had to walk around the construction site of the road infront of our office. They've made progress today, the depth of the site is now dug so deep that I can no longer just jump down into it and walk across.

I unrestratined my ride, and swung my leg over after securing the lights to the from and back. the road is in a state of chaos during construction, no one knows which road to take anymore to get to where they want to go.

Green means go! after narrowly missing a car making a right turn (he must be new to the city, he didn't even look before zooming right!!) an old lady next to me shoke her fist at himm swearing in english instead of dutch.

Another light, i took the time to swing my bag to the back so that my leg doesn't keep hitting it. manually loosened my front brakes since i had forgotten to check them before getting on. It's just straight onwards for a distance now, this is the best time to go home, the time around dinner time just before everyone who is going out heads out and livens the streets up. up and down up and down i go passing canal after canal.

I wave my glove left and turned left before i hit the end of the street. turned right after the purse musuem and whizzled my way through the gangs of gathering people and tourists that do not watch where they are going most of the time (i used to be one of those people!! but i learnt fast enough. you have to! or else you'll get hit before long).

Leaving them behind, I finally hit the Amstel river, this is the hardest road to cross sometimes, depending on luck, there are sometimes endless streams of cars in either direction, and you just wait and wait for your turn, but today I'm lucky, no cars!! I rush right through since the hill coming up is a little steeper than the rest. I had to stand up for the last couple of steps, but the feeling of reaching the top is great. The momentary view of the span of the river, the buildings around it (more like the light from the buildings in this darkness). the garden restaurant always draws my attention, wondering what sort of fancy people are eating their tonight. And then the feeling of unrestraint freedom as you fly down the other side of the slope without holding down your brakes.

benches, candels lite against the windows of resturants, passing cars, taxis, motorbikes.... i round the square and start looking for a spot to park. jumped off when i saw one before it is taken by someone else... lock up, remove lights.... home sweet home.

open door adventures #2

in the ground floor of our office, there is a single door that opens onto the street. our space was probably once suppose to be a shop rather than part of our office. occasionally, members of the "we need fresh air" community strikes back and opens the door in the afternoon to let in the cool breeze (more cold than cool some days).

Yesterday, it was the view of a bum-scratcher; Today, some homeless dude walked right into our office to try to sell us used newspaper.
Ioana jumped right out of her chair & 3 meters away, whilst Rudy talked him into leaving, he left without much hassle. our day continues as normal...



bike is currently undergoing surgery. "i will do it today" did end up being today

MT's response to the eco crisis

ben: "don't turn the lights off"
caroline: " "strong" is a keyword in this situation..."

currently: drafting in rhino because we are out of network licenses for autocad. i guess this is where our cost cutting came in.


it's been 2 weeks since i've decided that i should seriously take my bike in and get my brakes fixed. everyday tell myself, "i will do it today!", just to end up riding it back late at night, minus working brakes.

my work space resides on the ground floor of the office, a recent addition to the office space, i sit right against the street front. Today, a man stood in front of our window and scratched his bum.