Date

thoughts, well accounts really:

tu 18-6-03

anticipation

Working on the restyling and reorganising the db site.
The restyle and main relaunch will go ahead as planned, but the new passwordsystem I had planned will be delayed, enabling the current subscribers to enjoy access for the period I promissed. The old free password will however stop working on july 1st.

all this extra activity did result in some great surprises. Quite a few greatly admired artists contacted me and will be included in the new masterclass real soon or as we speak.

Also must mention a retrospective on Willem Kok.
it is on Apeth's pages which may be a bit hard to navigate, but the author does seem to have the mind, hart and dick just where they are supposed to be, in my book. He's from US military background and shows it in many ways. He's also a bit short tempered as you expect a former member of the US marine corps of autority to be. So, I indeed had an advising hand in the Willem anthology, and sanctioned the publication.

I am now honorable member of his inner sanctorium, and this requires me to write a fitting biography, which I worked on pretty seriously. It is online here.

a Pretty remarkable page that is accessible there is on the experiences of trusted friends of him on active duty in the Iraqi desert. Unlikely as it seems there are gay soldiers there and they are able to get the illustrated (yeah!) acounts of their experiences out of there. a Great must-read!

Also like to quote the biography on Charles Randall Tutton, one of 7 other honorary members of the site, who had some beautiful wisdom I want to forward:
I've known hundreds of men within the world at large; so many cultures and names I long ago lost count. Not to brag, mind you—it's the experience of that—the reward of touching and being touched by so many lives from an incredible variety of background. Who gets the chance to do that in a lifetime? Not many I suppose, but for no other reason than self-limitation! "Limit yourself, and you limit your soul's path," according to His Holiness, the Dalai Lama

tu 28-5-03

pathetic

the story on the left I mean. You've all read my report on the gay naked gymclub my friend Raiko runs in A'dam on we 24-07-2002. Well,it came to an end this week. Of course the naked oil-wrestling-excercises at the end of every trainingsession became pretty erotically charged. That was no secret; pix of it were published on the gym-website too. What's the big deal? Everything was cleaned up, no participants complained . . . So sad to see another brick pulled from under the foundation of Amsterdam's reputation as most tolerant city in the world .
translation of article on the left:
The board of the school where the gym-classes were held has as of immediately witheld it's permission to use their building because things were going on that are not considered to be "NORMAL" gym-activities, after A'dam's local tv station had said that orgies were part of the sessions. The organiser had commented: what's wrong with a few of the participants getting a bit intimate after 2 hours of serious training and sporting, they're adults and we did hire a cleaning team for €90.- each week to make sure the hall looked spic and span afterwards.

sa 24-5-03

lots of stuff

first: since Erwin appeared on Menno Büch's talkshow on "Veronica tv (see ,7-5-03) it got a more prominent place on my remote keypad and now I see his show more often and LUVIT. He's on the real sleazestation, and as there is nothing to be added in that field, he just stopped doing that and makes tv as it's meant: great guests, be it Jan Pronk convincing more than he èver did as minister, Theo van Gogh being seriously funny, Martin Ros, showing he's even better book critic on tv then on radio, I could go on: he has great surprises each nite; real emotion without gimmicks, it works! Especially what Jan Pronk said about being afraid of the USA for the first time struck a cord with me: Corporate USA can force standards on us as they've never been able to do since WWII: yahoo can set the norms for what I can and cannot do on my homo-art-pages! So much more interesting then sleep-inducing Barend&vanDorp and Nova. Go watch before the station stops!

Now there is a new POP-band I'd like to draw attention to: HiddenCamera's. They sing about 'golden magicsticks' and all that's dirty and vile and intriguing to guys like me. I took the liberty of adding a few quotes from playlouder:

they tempted us first of all with a blinding Single-Of-The-Week in 'Ban Marriage' before flinging us the most lovely, audacious, and defiantly queer album we've heard in an alarming number of years, and it's only taken, er, fifteen of them to do it. So, friendly frontman Joel Gibb, just how the hell do you fit together a 15-piece band? " "Piece by piece. Start somewhere. We had our first show at my friend's art gallery and we had, like, five people with a friend doing the overheads, ..." Does everyone actually play then? ""No. My best friend, whose gallery it was, he's the dancer, and then we have another friend who sometimes dances as well" Indeed, and even the most cursory listen to 'The Smell Of Our Own' reveals a man who's clearly been 'round the block' since while, cheerfully, there are no tales of homophobic suffering (surely a welcome sign that things have moved on a lot since Bronski Beat's 'The Age Of Consent', probably the last great mainstream album to articulate gay experiences quite so sharply), relationships in practically every conceivable phase litter the record. You seem to have got well polished at this songwriting malarkey before exposing yourself to us Joel - just how long have you been at it now anyway? "I really started writing in university, so about six years ago now, I guess."
You must've written a lot in that time...
"Yeah, I must have, what 150, 175 songs? Not all of them are completely finished, though."
So what made you go for the ones on the album then?
"I didn't give it much thought actually! Although some of the songs are ones I didn't even want to try and record on 4-track, they just seemed like they deserved a bigger production or whatever."
I suppose that explains why you didn't play 'Ban Marriage' at your acoustic gig (attended by, um, the whole staff and described elsewhere)...
""Well, I have actually played that on student radio once, cos they asked me to, but yeah. And 'Shame''s really just the one chord, 'Day Is Dawning' wouldn't really have worked..."
And 'Golden Streams'? Were you planning on doing that one anyway, or was it only cos it got called out for?
"Mm-mm! I think it went down OK, though...?"
Definitely. Actually, it was our features editor that asked for it, cos that's the one that really seems to have struck a chord in the office.
""Maybe you'll get to see the movie I made of it. I filmed my friends peeing, but I just filmed the pee, not the bodies, and then I got my friend to edit it and it's like a symphony of pee. When the timpani rolls happen there's a big explosion, and by the end of it you've got six streams and stuff. It's a great video!"
Can't really imagine it on MTV, mind...

I's time for some new 'rimbaud-inspired' lyrics again, great WEBSITE too, so I just may go see them in Paradiso A'dam or Ekko Utrecht coming weekend. This weekend it's the last VagevuurScat of the season and the 50est birthday of the ex-wifey.

fr 16-5-03

small fun dots

I first designed a dwh logo in '76 and that one has been thrown out years ago, but as 'her from downstairs' edits their paper and agony queen 'corrita' does posters every now and I felt 'how horrible' the recent one looked I did a new one, in general use even on the website since 2000. This new one makes me think of a tandem-bicycle somehow.
How easily it is adapted is proved by how even the TPG-postman did his own version

How sweet . . . dot dot dot

we 7-5-03

The seattle boy payed a visit

I've always been a great believer in the law of conservation of misery. I'm not sure if that's how it's called in scientific English, but it runs parallel to the law on energy being constant (E=mc²), as in a collision, energy goes into the speed of the other object or into heat or whatever.
With misery it's the same thing: There is just so much of it planned to happen in your lifetime, so if a bad thing happens a positive event is bound to keep your equilibrium balanced.
Well, that law proved itself again last nite:

The evaluation of my coöperation with Dood Paard Theater company ended with a bit of a tragic result: Maybe I've become too old to do the theater work, physically there are no problems, but mentally, there proves to be a limit to where an older routined theatermaker as myself can bend, with a young-dogs group. Things have not gone off on a good footing I guess, from before I started and felt obliged to explain that my being friends with Pim in the past and me still being a great admirer of the man does not mean I'm a rightwing extremist. That had me walk on eggs for the first two months and made my attempt to slowly and intuitively get my feel and grip within a team that has been closeknit for over a decade go sour. Maybe I'm not your best communicator/negotiator, but after my oh so slight and modest and quite open suggetions on adepting the set to a smaller stage were received with disbelieve and a not negotiable rejection that felt like everybody felt I'd gone insane, I gradually started to give up. There were other signs: I must admit, I did find myself having more concentrationproblems with DP's text based theater than I had anticipated. I already got a hunch this would not be too easy during the reading sessions of Illias. I've never been part of reading sessions in the past when only pure text was discussed and no ideas on form, shape or space were being devellopped yet. I found that hard. When in the final product dialogues were going for twenty to forty minits without one single tech que, it was even harder. Well at least I've come to realise I'm more of a visual man than a verbal person. That being said, I wish them luck in finding a replacement that will meet their standards; it will not be easy. Leaves me to say that I did find all of the team there friendly and easygoing, especially Iwan. Good luck boys.

Coming home, thinking what direction to move next, I found an e-mail that cheered me up completely. It also proved that my decision based on gut feeling, to keep my web-activity going as well as possible these past months, despite of the pretty horrendous work load, was a wise one.

David K, the man behind my all time favorite commercial website payed an unexpected visit to my sets of pages and had a lot of nice things to say about it. I've always kept my web-activity as a sort of semy professional hobby, but maybe I'm coming to a point where I should convert it to a core activity of myself after all ?
Well, If you have not been there before, or for a while like me, go (re)visit nightcharm NOW!

we 7-5-03

Meanwhile, closer to home . . .

Why always focus on things far away, when under your own roof so much joy can be found?
Erwin is one of my new tenants this year. He's a musician.

and he has a song out now and it is on the radio and it is somehow a bit of a miracle to hear a song from your carspeakers that we discussed at the kitchentable a year ago . It has style-quotes from Beatles, The Sweet, BayCityRollers,

Queen and other glamrock-heroes, just like Boy George's version of Bowies starman, that was here before had, but this one is made becoz Erwin had to come clean about a silly love affair with his last ex bf. The one we also discussed at the kitchentable . . . He now has turned to a (female) girl, so it must have been a serious hit to his braincells or hormones. And so, join in the song and share the anger in a positive way. I need it too, right now, as, yes, at a moment I'm wondering where my future lies, again? (you, eh I must be jonking!), no serious: Doodpaard is over; I'm looking for a somewhat better matching theaterjob again. A bit less spoken word would help, I guess. A bit more outspoken queer content, like Erwin's song would help too!

Tu 06-5-03

a year ago

Last month one of the two the statues that are to be reveiled may 6th was decappitated as it made it's way on a truck to the erectionsite and passed through a viaduct that proved to be too low for a man of his stature. He would have died laughing if he had not already. A year after the assasination his political party now is almost down the drain, this is the last time for the moment that he'll get attention here. It has to be over; it has to pass. I 'll just cherish my memories, of a defender of free speech and the cleverest strategist to hit dutch politics since William of Orange, a queeny, sometimes vicious man too: wherever he went conflict was sure to follow. To me however, he was most of all an honest and outspoken darkroombuddy. If you're not part of the crowd that just set him aside as populist, you may be interested in the portrait, painted just 3 months ago by Belgian mrs. M. Dewilde, that adorns the spash-page of my own site this month.

Mo 21-4-03

Easter eggs

the best easter eggs you can find . . . have a look at the easter wasdag page
marrocan, islamic, what-fuckin-ever,
nobody can deny, they sport the most potent eastereggs currently available.
And now for what I
really wanted to say . . .

KIDS,
I mean the over 18 years of age variety here
they're so stupid !

Why can't they just enjoy being adored by the older crowd; why be so pathetic, pityful and stupid ?

OK, we've had to deal with younger gays, uh guys for centuries, but never before have they been so pig-headed. (and I'm not the one to tell them about the real pig-concepts; they do not deserve to find that out untill they're too old to enjoy any of that).

Why do they want to have their views taken seriouisly when they had no chance to devellop any ?
Why don't the read Plato and Aristoteles first, before they tell me I'm a stupid moron ?
I have no sexual interest in them, honestly!
They keep thinking that is my drive, but I am into real men. I just want to save our heavily fought gay culture. And there we could work together, but when they exlude everything that has the word sex in it, it's hard to start. Why are they homosexual to start with?

why can't they understand ?
why do they all feel that being normal is the last frontier we just have to cross ?
Why can't they see my point, that being normal is also being boring, whatever gorgeous sixpac or other huge organ shows underneat that stupid grinning skull? I make an exception for the tasty asses here, not just becoz It's my turnon, but also coz guys into that somehow get the message sooner . . .
the ass being the dirtiest past of the anatomy, assfans are somehow aware they're the lowest of the trash rejects and beyond salvation. They are what trannies were 10 years ago, but they were so stupid as to get themselves popularised by Eurovision and Veronica, thinking that was a milestone in the gay fight, while it was nothing but recordcompany adverising-strategy. Tranny's being respectable, there is a contradictio! Look where it got them. . .
Even Lilly Savage, my fav tranny at the Vauhall Tavern when I still shopped around in London (must have been 1978, when we, we being Amsterdam queer music theater group The Softies, played the Oval theatre, across the street, together with 14 year old Jimmy Sommerville), has hung his frocks in the willows and does his sundaynightshows on BBC-one as a man called Paul O'Grady these days. I was his original FAN when he was the woman with the sharpest tongue of the UK, but even she has to prove he's normal . . . I'm Shocked,
not surprising he got a heart attack april last year.!

Why can't we grow up? We do we still think it's all wrong what those few truly homosexually deviant braincells, that I'm convinced we do have, keep poisoning our thoughts with.

I'm so sick of trying to be normal.
Why can't those strategic gays, who still need to find safety in (party)masses, and think you can throw a homo-party without being outspoken, (I dread the next Queer Dance here in Delft; nothing queer about it anymore). Oh, why bother ? Just leave me in peace as the pervert I want to be.

Su 20-4-03

Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Carravaggio
did not have it easy

just looking at the new BBC series about the life of Da Vinci. I've always thought he lived a liberal life and could do and think practically whatever he wanted, but that does not seem to be the case. Da Vinci was even jailed a while and got a judicial light beating for being acused (anonymously even) of homosexual behaviour. He got off light because a) he already was a known genius, b) he had rich and influential friends.

We all know that modern day sports-cameramen can be called homo, for having an eye for the male crotch. They still are 'doomed' if they as much as drop the camera to include the crotch when it goes beyond accidental. Just watch the pre-race presentation of the swimmers during the recent olympics . When I make a remark on this the standard reaction is: "you queers are obsessed with just one thing and one thing only . . ." Well, I've laid that argument to rest years ago. OK, so I am obsexssed, what about it?

That must be the reason why the great renaissance artists, although allowed to sculpt and paint male nudes, were not likely to ever put more than accidental attention to the male sex organ. They hurried over that hotspot, afraid their affiliation with the subject would show through their painters-apron. That must account for the fact that their dicks were never more than 'average' in size.

If only these guys were alive today . . .
Wow, we'd travel to Florence each year to admire David.

We 9-4-03

ZZZzz - ooops,
Pieter Smit truck key lost in darkroom !

I'm in serious doubt about the decline of my mental capacity . . .

Is it just me, overworked, stressed, neurotic as ever?
or worse . . .
first sign of dementia setting in . . .
or is it the wrath of the Gods
for leading the sinfull life I lead ?
I've been losing keys in darkrooms more than once, and it never did get to me much as most of the time they did not get lost indefinitely. It was just cumbersome that mostly I had to wait till late the next day to regain entrance to the same place to collect them again. As it tends to be pretty dark in these places and mostly it is not a case of pickpocketing (I did make it a habit of emptying my pockets before setting out on my men-hunting-sessions, only sometimes I forget about keys, or need them to get there). Luckily, in 99% of the cases the keys remain in a corner on the floor if they fall out of pockets, as they tend to do, when pants are lowered to ones knees, untill the place closes down and the trusty cleanup crew arrives (those guys must be able to tell a few interesting stories!).
This time I found out early saturdaymorning that the truck-keys were gone and must have been left on the floor of sling cabin 4 at the 'Boots', Antwerp. I had to pack in the show at the Bourla Schouwburg (most beatifull historic theater of Antwerp) that night and would not regain access to the place of sinn before that, so I had to call Pieter Smit headquarters, where luckily Pieter answered the phone himself. Which would surely result in both a quick solution as being mocked and set as horrible example by all of his staff for years to come. Just 25 km from Antwerp Pieter has the seat of the Belgian division of his Truck empire, and I could pick up a spare truck there. Damage would only be a traintrip up there to fetch it and another one to return it plus a re-load of the original truck by myself, once I had the keys back. So there I was at the boots with the spare truck (and it's keys in my pocket) at midnite the next day again, and, YESSS, they had found the other keys. So in utter joy I decided to celebrate a bit. Now with two sets of keys, which I now wisely left behind at the secure clothes-check.

Had some great fun with a local guy who drew my attention with a nicely filled pair of Hema underpants (yes they are for sale in Belgium too now). They were even fuller than I first thought, which added to the exitement, as those kind of acivities are very much forbidden in the Boots, they in fact have a leather-clad type of policeforce in there who come around searching with torches whenever someone reports unsafe acts or the smell of something they're not suppiosed to smell . . My friend there was armed with rubber pants to conceal smells to some extent, so we got away twice! Making it almost as exiting a night as can be had these days in the dungeons of the Baath party heradquarters in downtown Bagdad.

Another thing that has to be reported here was my first show in the new toneelschuur in Haarlem

First design was done by cartoon artist Joost Swarte and plans were finalised by Frans Lommerse and his staff and Meccanoo architects from my hometown Delft and it has resulted in the most impressive theater built in the Netherlands this century. Surely the example that proves good theaters cannot be built without the closest consultation of the team that works in it.

finally, just read a very very funny webpage by my good friend Robert over at maar wat is het. Go-on read it for yourself and smile about what he has to say on our nations greatest supermarket-empire. . .
NOW!

and here is the follow up correspondence on that:
>>On 10 Apr 03, at 10:44, Ad Schuring wrote:
>> genoten van je aha story,
>> is de asscrack op de foto van jezelf?
>> dat is m.i. het meest smakelijke produkt.
>> zou er graag m'n tong in laten ronddolen.
>> Ad Schuring
>> van de afdeling DOM (dirty old men).
>> Ad, Delft, Netherlands

> Hehe...Nee, die asscrack = van m'n gabber Zero...
> Overigens, met het daarin laten ronddolen
> van uw tong zou ik oppassen - ik weet dat
> hij niet zo vaak van onderbroek ververst.
> Een toegenegen groet
> van de Zonnekoning van de Rivierenwijk
> (l'internet, c'est moi!),
> uw bewonderaar, de springende en dansende
> Robert van Eijden

hmmm,
nog smakelijker !
(je bent een dirty old man of niet)
Ad

translation:
>> enjoyed your aha story
>> is the asscrack photo showing your behind?
>> it sure is the tastiest thing in the story
>> would love to play around in there with my tongue
> would be carefull with that tonge
> he does not change underpants too often . .
even better, hmmm
I'm not the original Dirty Old Man for nothing.

Th 6-3-03

ZZZOOOMM, Pieter Smit truck racing past

Stopover at home in between shows in Bruxelles, which was Yummy, thanx guys in 'Slave' and 'Duquesnoy' (especially the guy with double (crossed) pierced nipples, who hurt me so bad I came all over him in seconds on my last nite there) and Amsterdam.

Starting to enjoy the doodpaard work more each day: where else words like "meuraars" and "stinkzwengel" to name but two are the more subdued insults the actors throw at each other. (hard to translate the two words mentioned too, but as you can guess they have to do with foul smelling asses and dicks). Also the music in the show is pretty neat. You could sample audiobullies' "We don't care" but since I have second thougts about dp it is now offline.
If you want to see the show, hurry, coz most places are close to sold out and it only plays till april 5th. (see playlist ).

while uploading the audiobullies I hit the infamous 'max serverspace reached' alert again so looking around on the server for stuff to erase I re-found a video from my old work that just has to stay on a bit longer: it's Montezuma's "Why do dogs lick their balls", do watch the 3 minits in wmv format (1,3 meg).
Also "you want to fuck my ass" made by my wasdag-dj-colleague Coen is there (3 minits of dance-bliss in mp3 format at 4 meg).

As I have very little time to serve up some really worthwhile prose at this time I resort to blatantly copying (with ref ) the ever genial slut, my fav logger:

Suitors, Inappropriate?
You know I'm on the market, right? Slutboy is, in fact, For Hire … to the right candidate.

Here are my lastest two suitors.

Meet "Gorgón."

Apparently he found me on the big bad internet, probably saw some pix, probably read a thing or two, and desires the pleasure of my acquaintance.

I'm only guessing, really. I'm not sure what his intentions are, frankly, as he only sent me a laconic email that contained nothing but this photo. It may in fact be a joke. But I didn't recognize the return address.

The thing that bothers me about Gorgón, aside from the coughobviouscough is a certain subtle inconsistency.

Think: This is the picture he chose to send me, ostensibly to woo my heart. One would think one would choose a representation of oneself at the height of all possible attractiveness.

But Gorgón displays a strange dichotomy that I cannot reconcile, try as I might.

He has spent time and, I figure, money at the salon, to streak his hair — albeit some months ago judging by root growth. So he "cares" about his looks. But he did not take the time to put on a shirt free of sauce stains above the right breast.

What kind of person will go through the relatively major overhaul of streaking and dying, but not break out a new, crisply ironed muumuu-sized t-shirt for his "desire me" shot?

But enough of him. (Quite, quite enough.) Let's jump to the other side of the fence.

Meet "Damien."

He found me on some sleazy chat board the other night and instigated a conversation.

He is flawless, exhibiting my dream ideal of perfect aesthetics. Promising, no?

But that's all there is. Potential. Why? Because he's 20 bloody fucking years old! Apologies to my younger readers, but y'all don't know shit! Which is as it should be, because life is a Process, and most of the fun and excitement comes from snoopin' and pokin' around this big scary world and finding one's niche. Godspeed to the 20 year olds.

But I'm so, so, so not 20 anymore.

In response to another picture he sent, I told him he could be the lovechild of Debbie Harry and David Bowie.

"Who's Debbie Harry?" he asked *) .

I did some quick calculations and realized that when he was born, I was in high school, and that's just a bit scary to me.

Curious. Passionate. Really quite sweet. And dumb as a box of hair. I've said it before: I am not sexually attracted to morons.

Not all 20 year olds are morons, of course. But most 20 year olds are quite naïve about the world.

"Damien" lives out in the Sticks. He complains that he 'doesn't fit in.'

"Of course you don't, my dear," I wrote back. "You need a city. My advice: move! As soon as possible! To the nearest large-ish metropolis that you can find! Stop reading this and start packing!"

Perhaps in six or seven years, after a few triumphs and pratfalls, he could be something interesting. But in six or seven years I'll be … (doing math on fingers) … 132, and I can't wait that long, sorry "Damien." Stay beautiful.

*)
On Debbie Harry:
just watched "the Fluffer, on dvd, she does a great guest appearance in that, just as she did in John Water's 'cry baby', where she had a huge wig with an automatic gun hidden in it.

Su 16-2-03

ZoooMMM

I'm off to Bruxelles for the next 3 weeks, mostly work, but you might meet me in the Duquesnoi as well. Wish me luck; especially my fingers will need it: I've never travelled this far on the motorbike in winter and they got close to freezing en route to Amsterdam all of last week. This trip is almost 3 times as long! I bought myself extra inner gloves, that may help. Sadly the much better protection of outer gloves was sold out, so instead a bubble plastic envellop around the gloves will have to do.

We 12-2-03

GLaMMMMM

You may have thought differently, due to my silence the past two months about my new job, but tthat is mostly due to the fact that I have considerably less time to spend on things like this log. The fact is: I'm enjoying myself. True, there are still some hurdles ahead, but where else but at doodpaard or atheneum bookshop, around the corner from there can you be informed about the existence of "UNCUT" magazine which has a march issue about Bowie's glam era. And the special cd added with early Bowie tracks done by Cultureclub, Blondie, Duran Duran, sigue Sigue Sputnik and others, a great treasure for a guy like me, who has Velvet Goldmine, Hedwig and the angry Inch, Boogy Nights and Studio 54 as his most treasured DVD's.
I seriously don't care that they're badly directed, recut by sick hypocritical production companies. I've been part of the real thing, so I know my own truth. Who cares if the US family audiences want to see Steve Rubell as a superqueeny drug addict. Who am I to complain anyway when they have Ryan Philippe, ultimate young GOD, as main character. As long as I've been dancing in his place with Diana and Liza on the same floor, met Lou Reed in the 9th circle, in fact I was there just there at the right time, approximately one week before "Patient Zero" arrived, whistle in my mouth and ultimately tight cut white soccershorts on (as I showed here before, see me on the WTC roof). No poppers nor viagra present yet, but reality was dream enough! I'm getting all carried away again! The Ice Palace and Boatel on Fire Island, fucking in the ocean hmmm . But the revenge is sweet: now finally everybody agrees that Donna's (and Giorgio's) "I feel Love" was and is to be the DanceClassic for the full lenghth of two centuries.
anyway,
This cd that comes with UNCUT magazine has one track on it that you get as backingtrack on this page if you have the patience to load it: It's Boy George and Cultureclub doing Bowie's Starman. It's mono and 900k and 5min11. You'll love it too, I'm sure. . .
Also at Atheneum bookshop I found there was a new edition (spring 03) out of my fav Dutch maagazine called BUTT

Su 9-2-03

BOOOMMMM

I've had so many weird things on my pages that one more will probably not surprise my frequent visitors.
For those who are not familiar here:
I've not suddenly become a newly aquired Al Quaida member, but am researching online resources for them just the same

It's all part of the theater project I'm working on:
IIIas by dood paard.
So here are a few recepies for those silly enough to seriously wanting to make a bomb.

The kind of weapon I prefer to fire is on the Harry Bush drawing to your left . . .
The poster and flyer-graphics for the play are pretty well suited for my art pages though.

2002/2003

It's all here

my whole account on a weird fall
and so much more
if you got the time
read on . . . or . . .