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May 8th, 2006:Lisse, Holland. A dreary Sunday afternoon turned into a day I'll always remember. I always encourage people not to laze the day away and to make it one we'll remember because there are too many days in our lives we never remember. So, on this grey and drizzly Dutch day, I encourage my friend to come with me to see the tulips, the famous Dutch tulips, before they wilt and die. We may

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May 3rd:Retrospect... Lying on a bench near the canal - tired, watching the chemical criss-cross tracks of planes left in the sky. The crisp blue sky, clear delineated paths made by the silver tubes that contain hundreds of unsuspecting people, hurtling through the sky. I lie down and observe them crossing each other. Slowly today they eventually expand and fade, distant memories of an enormous

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May 2nd: In retrospect...For a month I went missing. I was missing because I was happy - why? The sunshine. And the person who's smile and presence replaced the sun. My freedom to walk arm and arm at the market. We cross the bridge to the 'working-man's market'. Suddenly you are no longer in Holland as you imagine it. Here, we are in the South. The wild cries of prices for fresh produce, enticing

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May 1st:A tall Gallician, one of the new actors on the boat. We talk about dolphins and whales in the Mediterranean. He gets the bartender to pour Havana Club with an exact amount of lemon juice, irritation radiating off of the barkeep. He is hitting me with some sort of electricity when he looks me in the eye. We talk about sunsets in Scotland. The clouds here seem huge. Unobstructed by the tall

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May 1st, 2006:Today is Labour Day. Workers should be off today. Today. Grey and cold and dreary. It felt like the first day of school in September after the holidays have finished. The bliss is over for me and in return...depression. Oh no, not you again. You have been with me for so long, you'd think that by now we could set aside our poisonous differences? Malheur, mal au coeurNuages gris,

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On April 23rd, this was scribbled:"Bliss in the cold Holland rain, on a boat in a cabin that is cold,,," Which goes to show we can find happiness in very odd places, at very odd times, under very strange circumstances. I know happiness is fleeting however, but its nice to know I had it there for a moment. That is progress.

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April 3, 2006:At an art gallery in Den Helder, a sea-side town in northern nether-region, 'singer-songwriter' night. There is actually an inordinate amount of artistic talent in this little country. The ride up here to Den Helder was refreshing. The flat landscape, the necessary windmills, looking into the sunset and seeing a receding line of those new modern windmills until the orange, blinding

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This is perhaps the best way to let everyone know how im doing and what Im up to and what things are like on a circus-theatre boat in one of the greyest, wettest, windiest countries in the world. A country that lies below sea level, a country where pot is legal and girls can display their wares in their fishtank storefront offices under the red neon lights, where the north sea winds blow the

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May 4th:Absolutely not chronological because there is about a month missing here. A month where a lot happened, bliss and sunshine and bridges and scooters and markets....appreciating the colour of fruits and vegetables amongst the chaos of yells in Dutch with Turkish accents about 1 euro banana bunches etc.....Anyways, I need to get this off my chest because I think its hilarious. Art shows with

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25 March:Today was the first real day of spring and we walked to the Euro park with Johannes the Dutch, Dado the Serb and Gary the spritely Canadian. These guys are all relatively old dudes which was funny for me and Jax cuz it was just us and the international geezers. What lovely company though. Refreshing to hear stories and observations unlike our own. We sat down in front of the still water

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March 23:"Follow your bliss". He is well traveled, a face wrinkled like a half-clenched hand, lizard-like. He speaks of swimming with dolphins, looking at them and "looking into the eye of god". When he gets off the boat he leaps, jumps, swings, like a young person. Like my father used to do. He speaks of the environment and the necessity to 'save our species'. He spent most of his life in PR

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March 20th Amsterdam is a darling of a city, tinged with the sinister glowing red lights, women hawking their wares, bouncing on their plastic chairs, sanitary spray nearby, coffee in hand...another day in the office.There are things sticking out of every which corner, sculptures, iguanas, faces, hanging stuff, colours...and I did it sober this time - imagine that. The buildings are actually

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March 17th is a happy holiday in the grey winter months where people around the world gather to celebrate my birthday. All around the world you'll find people gathering, slamming beers together, dancing jigs to toast me a Happy Birthday. Im pretty lucky that way. Even over here in the Nether-regions they've made a tradition of it. I found that out this year.

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I could see this equation wasnt going to work from its inception. Santa's beer gut was a bit to pronounced to be sitting in economy on a charter airline. He could barely fit into the seat, but when the lady in front wanted to sleep...I could see the frustration in his face when the seat started pushing against his gut. When the flight attendant came around and asked if he wanted a blanket he

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Oh Im the worst nerd ever. I had all these lofty goals of writing my many musings from the circus here in the low-lands. Dreamscapes of reflective canals and fields of brilliance, tulips and blue skies with huge explosive white clouds. Its still cold and wet and grey most of the time. Adjustment is always a stuggle with me, Im stubborn. Ok. I will do better. This is just the start. Lots to say.

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