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Miffy at 60
https://flic.kr/s/aHskaK1pD3 Pictures from our visit to the Miffy art installation at the Museumplein in Amsterdam.
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The Body by Boston Gordon
The Body by Boston Gordon – Guernica / A Magazine of Art & Politics. The Body By Boston Gordon March 16, 2015 There is of course the cutting of the body. Lean away from that for a minute. Stand in the middle of a shack on fabric row and browse the cardboard bricks wrapped in lace…
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The Pond by Gregory Orr
The Pond by Gregory Orr : The Poetry Foundation. Snapping turtles in the pond eat bass, sunfish, and frogs. They do us no harm when we swim. But early this spring two Canada geese lingered, then built a nest. What I’d heard of, our neighbor feared: goslings, as they paddle about, grabbed from below by…
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Tupperware boxes
They never come back like lost socks, hair-ties, countless ballpoint pens Tupperware boxes handed out after parties for that morning snack, extra mithai, tomorrow’s lunch Monday night jolted me Searing pain A little boy in ‘trash pack’ pyjamas “You be brave” “No, you be brave” “Do you think they will keep you here forever?” “I…
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“Stop interrupting me.”
10 Words Every Girl Should Learn By Soraya Chemaly / alternet.org “Stop interrupting me.” “I just said that.” “No explanation needed.” [..] “Parents interrupt girls twice as often and hold them to stricter politeness norms. Teachers engage boys, who correctly see disruptive speech as a marker of dominant masculinity, more often and more dynamically than girls.”…
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The Blossom on the Bough by Anne Dowden
Last year at the ISA (located in Amstelveen) I bought this second-hand book. The book was last issued from the library in 1995 and they had decided to part with it. I paid very little for it. Firstly, I love botanical drawings. The precision with which they are made is stunning. My pictures veer more towards…
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Winter Sun and Yellow Things
Those who read this blog regularly know my fondness for Amstel Park. I have befriended each hidden corner, nook and cranny, secluded benches and ponds. I have read under its trees, played hide and seek between its bushes, ran through the maze, broken ice on its neglected fountains, eaten ice cream, bandaged scraped knees, criticized…


