The crazy weather apocalypse left Belgium yesterday, the sun is out and it’s June in two days! Almost nothing else (positive – as the negative news do keep pouring in) newsworthy has happened, except maybe for the Friends-reunion, which has meant a lot of bingeing the last days.
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Did you ever wonder what’s inside Bill Gates‘ brain? Me neither, but the good people at Netflix did, and studied this topic for a documentary called “Inside Bill’s Brain”. Yesterday, I stumbled upon this innocently-meant paean dedicated to the genius who eradicated polio and brought about the microcomputer revolution, and immediately hoped for a sequel. In the light of latest developments my interest in Bill’s brain has considerably increased.
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Summer sneaks up on us in many unpleasant ways, including having to share a park with joggers who wear tiny shorts. Even when, at closer inspection, said joggers turn out to be mere children in their early 30s and thus still capable of exposing their lower limbs, emotional distress is unavoidable and immediate. How can it be The Season again? How am I not prepared? Why am I not learning anything, ever?
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I’ve been rubbish at reading lately for no particular reason. Actually there are many I am sure particular reasons, but I drifted off some time ago and have had a challenging comeback to my usual devouring of almost everything that comes my way. It also seems that the less time I have for reading, the more I somehow manage to read.
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Everything is overdue: spring in Brussels, my blogposts. But then nothing interrupts my dolce far niente like the woke brigade performing another not-very-thoroughly-thought-out, yet very public character assassination/cancellation project. So I had to get up for this. In today’s edition: Coco Chanel was a racist. Chanel is racist brand.
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I was never a Monocle –person. I wanted to be, but never managed to curate my entire wardrobe to consist only of dark navy and khaki garments. In principle I endorsed each overpriced, minimalistic gadget that are part and parcel of the Monocle -lifestyle, but in practise my penchant for whimsical baubles would eventually mess up the otherwise good effort.
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