nonxmas

still... thanks for all the wishes!

earthquakes and ambiguity

quite an alarming and confusing article in our calabrian newspaper Calabria Ora today. the National Head of Civil Protection Franco Gabrielli  cannot sleep at night because his fears for an earthquake in calabria. he told this to Famiglia Cristiana, the newspaper for the christian italian family. reading the article brings me in quite an ambiguous situation raising a lot of questions. what is the real problem here, his sleeples nights or the upcoming earthquake? is the article part of a serie about sleeping problems or about earthquakes? what is the relation to the christian family? when you are the Head of Civil Protection shouldn't you do other things than giving interviews about your sleepless nights? a plan for calabria maybe? what about us people living in calabria? does the Head of Civil Protection has any tips for us when the earth starts moving? or should we also have sleepless nights? does it help to be a christian family when there is an earthquake?

then somewhere in my head there is this thought that it's all about something else. the man who had this job before Franco was Guido Bertolaso. he became a hero in this country after the earthquake 2 years ago in Aquila. he was leading the whole operation rebuilding the place and in the meantime organising the G8 meeting in Aquila. incredibile!! but then one year later he had to resign because strange things had been going on with the companies who were hired to rebuilt Aquila and the girls that were hired by these companies to give massages to Bertolaso and his friends... which were a kind of full massages...well...very complex...but still...end of the hero.
anyway the conclusion could be that in that job you can become big when there is an earthquake. so maybe that causes Franco's sleeping problems... this secret hope for earthquakes and fame...well and maybe also the massages....

google lips and world peace

googled myself today. it's always good to get to know yourself better. amazing what google knows and i already almost forgot. such a pity that google wasn't there yet during the first half of my life. now people in the future will think my life started only half way. 

annoying are people who have the same name. not so many but still. there is this dutch football player who is mentioned a lot in all kind of articles mostly because he is quite unpredictable... one week he plays great and next week like shit. then there is an austrian guy who does workshops on yoga, meditation and world peace. i think it's a bit strange that his name is written in the same way as me... as an austrian he only needs one o but then 2 n's. probably it's the thing in his life: shouting 2 o's and 1 n!! poor guy...and still going for world peace... respect!!

anyway happy to have myself archived!!

i want to make a strong statement here. we should make a deal on being honest to women who do their lips. in the last days i was confronted a few times with ladies who blew up their lips. it's terrible!!! the only thing you think is: 'oh god she has her lips done and its horrible'

the problem is that they have the idea that they look gorgeous... they even paid for it!  the good thing however is that after a while they shrink again. and that's when we should come in!! before they have them redone again. be friendly but clear! let's be honest to the big botox lips women!! 

probably also good for world peace!

open and closed

my hotelroom is extremely small. a single bed fits in and be honest a single bed is not big. what on the other hand made me happy was the size of the bathroom. enormous! meaning it has a bathtub. i was so ready to take a bath... with loads of foam and my book. but now it turns out that there is no cap to close the tub....the water just runs out as fast as it gets in. which doesn't help. probably because of the financial situation here in brussels. took a shower.
had to get up at 5:00 this morning which i think is early...very early. but 6 hours later almost 2000 km up and 15 degrees down.  the 2nd flight from rome to brussels had one hour delay. the pilot couldn't start his computer. after half an hour he announced that we would probably be asked to leave the plane. but ten minutes after that he managed to start the thing and we could stay. it made me feel a bit uncomfortable. or there is something wrong with the computer... because functioning computers just start when you push the 'on/of' button..or there is something wrong with the pilot... i mean if you even cannot start up a computer how do you want to fly a fucking plane! and both options made me worried.
well... in the end we landed in brussels.
for very good reasons which i'm not going to explain but believe me...very good reasons... i took my video-camera to brussels. haven't filmed anything till now because my very smart camera closes the lens automatically when you turn it off and opens it again when you turn it on. well...that's the basic idea anyway. but not today... doesn't open when you turn the thing on! and filming with a closed lens gives a very limited result.
so here i am...with a bathtub that won't close and a camera that won't open... in brussels

cleaning and conception

in the last 2 days i've been cleaning my office. almost ready now. the initial idea was to put things in 'the right place'. many things were not...they were all over the place. so..in order to find things again...to structure my life at least a bit...cleaning the office would help.
however it turned out into a 'throwing away activity'. my office looks almost empty now! why to have printed versions of documents that you might need to read one day again? most of them are in my computer and if not somewhere on the web! why to keep your cute little tape-recorder? what to do with your box with overhead sheets? all these publications on shelfs which you anyway have to download when you want to copy and paste a quote from? do you really need a printer in 2011? all these boxes full of CD's? throw it away!!!
well...you can overdo it of course. a bit risky when you get too much in such a mood. so...kept my printer! just bought it 6 months ago! but see all these emptiness!!

tomorrow 8th of december so immaculate conception!!! to be honest it took me many years to be now only confused with the dates. it just never crossed my mind...but today it did. i'm just not very good in all these religious days. but still today i concluded that this pregnancy was very short! i think even a mouse takes longer! wiki-pedia explained it all. seems many people have this 'short pregnancy' thought. that's why they explain it. that's what wikipedia is for. to be honest i think the explanation is lousy. i'm not gonna put it here. look for yourself. (maybe you already knew...most people turn out to be much smarter then i am)
it leaves me again with the same question: how it it possible that the excuse of a simple carpenter for having sex without a rubber still keeps us busy after more than 2000 years?

flushing toilets, johan, flies and oranges

i woke up this morning at 5 o'clock. the alarm went of. not that i had to get up at 5:00. the day before...yes..but not this morning. but the alarm didn't understand that. since i only went to bed at 2:30 i didn't follow the call of the alarm and went back to sleep. my plan was to stay there at least till 10:00 but then at 8:45 somebody was flushing my toilet. not that i think that i have an exclusive right to use my toilet but i'm home alone at this moment and the other apartments in the building are empty. so i jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and then to all other parts of the house. nobody there. which was good because i was naked and you don't want to meet people early in the morning not dressed. a confusing start of the day.

also in the netherlands there is a lot going on around economics and crises and the combination of the 2. but it's peanuts compared to the real news there which is interesting to follow from my little village in italy. it's all about who is or should be in power at football club ajax. front page news and the biggest thing on television. hard to understand when you're not dutch but it's between national hero johan cruyff and a group of wise men. between creativity and management. between passion and logic. between crazy and control. between flushing toilets and alarm clocks. so...i go for johan!!!

killed at least 37 flies today. normally i'm not so much against flies as such. but at the moment i have to deal with flies that cross every reasonable border by landing constantly in my hair, on my face...hands...neck. just like that and making too much sound. it makes you feel like a cow. so i beat them. with my hands... or with la repubblica. the last one works well when the flies are on the windows. consequence is that tomorrow i have to clean the windows.

started picking oranges today. still a bit sour but delicious juice.

heroic thinking

It's the hyena of the garden, the non-swimming shark! Twice every year I have to take my weapons up to cut it. I don't even know the name of the plant but in the end I'm always covered with scratches and blood. It has these nice looking pink flowers but that's only misleading. It grows frightening fast. If I wasn't the brave man I am this whole apartment building would be covered by this violent plant within two years. So... did it again...tamed the beast! Washed the blood from my arms, hands and legs.

While doing my heroic work was thinking about 'things to do again'. In the last weeks I was too much focussed on all the 'new' things I wanted to do. But why not do things again that you didn't do for a while:

* eating pancakes at Oude Gracht Utrecht
* sleeping till 2 o'clock in the afternoon
* riding a horse (well would be my first time but did once ride a donkey...)
* a first kiss
* jumping from a rock into the river (or sea)
* baking an apple cake
* being on stage with a band
* seeing 'Kramer versus Kramer' (and see when the first tear will appear)
* same for 'When a man loves a woman' (the movie...not the song)
* getting into an unstoppable giggle
* drinking a coffee in the New York caffee in Budapest
* getting drunk in Haademeste
* writing a letter (with a stamp and all)
* getting a letter delivered by the postman ( I mean a real one!!)
* eating pancakes with aunt Jo (well....can only happen in heaven)
* going to an Elvis Costello concert
* playing volleyball

Well...getting in the mood now....

meaninglessness

It's all about meaninglessness! Didn't write here for more than three months! Of course the summer is an excuse...but not a very good one. It's not that I forgot... it's more not having really an idea what to write. This idea that at least it should make some sense what your write. Which is a killing concept...'some sense'.
So....this will be a meaningless blog from now on!!

Reading Stephen Fry 'The Fry Chronicles'. Quote: ' A pipe was to me a symbol of work, thought, reason, self-control, concentration, maturity, insight, intellectual strength, manliness and moral integrity.'
Must be true!

a questionnaire

In the beginning of July I will go to a training course as a participant. A nice way to end this season. Just following the programme and be happy! well and of course learning a lot.... They mailed all the participants a questionnaire to be send to the team. Questions about what you need, want.... your challenges, your achievements, your questions, the person that inspired you...even your favourite song. Which is good! I always like to read these information of participants when I'm the trainer. It makes that people reflect...connect to the course and it gives for the trainers already a kind of feeling for the group. So... great idea!
But now....I have to answer all these questions!  It's horrible! An enormous identity crises opens itself in front of me. Didn't write a word yet...only have been looking at the questions....desperately...panicking...
The favourite song is probably the easiest... you just write down a song and the band. But still...is that fair towards all these other gorgeous songs and awesome bands? Anyway in the end I will probably put 'I want you' from Costello and then put in brackets 'Bandoliers' of Them Crooked Vultures and 'I should have known' from the Foo Fighters and...............
But then my most important achievement of the last year? Spend hours thinking about that question and in the end my conclusion is that I didn't achieve anything...I'm lost....it all has been meaningless....did I anyway achieve anything in my whole sad life...?
My most important question? I'm one big question-mark! I don't know nothing....
My major challenge? To get out of this deep big black frightening hole....to be able to sleep again...
The person that inspired me? Please give me one! I need someone to lean on!

If I have in the past send you a questionnaire like this....I'm sorry.... please forgive me...
Anyway...definitely more in need of a training course than ever....

professional

Just found out this morning that since 3 weeks I'm brushing my teeth with professional toothpaste. It's just written there...but I never read it. My first worry was if I am professional enough then to use it. Do I have the needed competences? But it was my dentist who said I should use it and she is professional. She has a lot of certificates on her wall. She also makes long phone-calls when working with her machines in my mouth which then again maybe is less professional but then I always just look at her impressive wall for reassurance.
I was there to have my teeth checked and cleaned, both with good results. But then on the end she started to write prescriptions for toothpaste and special mouth wash fluid stuff. She never did that before. One thing she made clear: I had to get it at the pharmacy at the other side of the street. I pointed out that this was a pharmacy for animals but then she explained that since a week this was a new pharmacy owned by her husband. Although this then again sounded not really professional I decided to support the family initiative and took my prescription to her husband who was already waiting for me because his wife informed him about my visit by phone. He was very proud of the new shop and showed me around. And to be honest: it looked good..I would say even professional. The price for the toothpaste and the fluid was 13.60 but I only had to pay 11.00. Not sure if that is professional but we know each other for some years so...
In our village we have this kind of system with prices: the professional price and the price for locals. The last one being lower. I pay 5 euro for my pizza at the pizzeria round the corner where others pay 6. But a very professional pizzeria! The place if crowded with all the evidence of prices they won all over Italy for the best pizza. Their name is 'Number One', although they cannot really pronounce that. Their pizza is anyway delicious!
In my Italian identity card it says I'm an 'educatore'. They gave me that because I didn't want them to write insegnante (teacher). But I don't have any proof for that. Not any certificate says that I'm an educator. The same goes for 'trainer'. I just tell everybody I am one but it's just an invention. Never took any examination. I just do it. Professionally? Well...anyway with professional cleaned teeth!!

german trains

I've been spending altogether about 12 hours in German fast trains the last week. 2 hours in first class! Was very excited about that...costed only a few euro's more. High expectations but to be honest it was a bit disappointing.  I had to share the compartment with a groups of 6 ladies who brought plastic boxes with their smelly lunch served on plastic plates with tea in plastic cups. The odors of egg and tunafish were all over the place and took away my 1st class feeling. They were quite loud (the ladies, not the tunafish) and I regretted that I understand German. You just don't want to follow all these conversations but I had no choice. At a certain moment the conversation turned to Dominique Strauss-Kahn. According to one of the ladies we don't want to know all these things...these details...it's disgusting! But then an other of them stated that it was very good having all this publicity. It would be teaching men not to just jump on every woman when they feel the need. When pronouncing the last sentence her eyes glanced at me! I was shocked. What can you do? Looking back now I should have stood up and address the whole compartment  delivering a speech stating that I never have been just jumping on women... that I know a lot of men who never do that... and that this was an unjust insult. But I didn't. I just was sitting there...being shocked. Well... and hoping that there would be cucumber in their salad. (at that day you still could get sick from cucumbers)

learning again...

A few months ago I wrote here (when it was still my 'learning blog') about defining learning as creating. I was very excited about the idea at that moment but I didn't manage to make a next step there. Then yesterday the postman brought me a book. Well....I ordered it. It's not that my postman just brings me books all the time.
Anyway the title of the book made me curious so I ordered it. It's 'A new culture of learning' written by Douglas Thomas and John Seely Brown (available online everywhere...). I'm halfway the book now and the excitement is totally back again. It's funny to see what makes you excited. Well what makes me excited anyway is first getting confirmation of what you already think. It's nice to read and say all the time 'yes!! I agree' or 'I could have written that myself!'.
But then that of course is not enough. You need something new. And it's there. They explore a lot all the huge possibilities and opportunities that 'going online' offers but at the same time they show that this new learning culture is already happening everywhere, especially on the web.
It showed me as well where I got stuck. When thinking about creativity and learning I was just not creative enough. There are simply always these things you take for granted, old thinking which limits you and you have to throw overboard.

Some quotes from the book:
' ... New learning.. cultivates the imagination to harness the power of almost unlimited informational resources and create something personally new.'
'.. the connection between resources and personal motivation leads to an unexpected, unplanned or innovative use of the space...'
'If the twentieth century was about creating a sense of stability to buttress against change and the trying to adapt it, then the twenty-first century is about embracing change, not fighting it.'

As I said I'm only halfway... but I'm sure it will not take me long to finish it...
Funny thing is though that I'm learning a lot about new learning by reading a book.....

watching the news in the last week was shocking, amazing, painful, confusing.
in 126 countries billions of people watched 'the wedding'.
why!?
from what i saw on the news it was extremely boring. let's be honest: the english royal family is not the most exciting bunch of people. the most thrilling event they produced in the last 15 years was having elton john singing a song at the funeral of diana who then already had left the family years before because of being totally bored. still billions of people over the whole world sat in front of their television to watch a ceremony with the speed of a cripple turtle to get excited about a white dress, funny hats and two people showing their well polished teeth. an enormous crowd of people shouting and cheering as if england just won the world-cup when the two kiss. if i ever have kissed a lover with such lack of passion i apologize here to her now. but the crowd gets crazy and the kiss is repeated in every bloody tv programme. in the talk-shows they say that we all love it.
the next day over a million people at the vatican because the former pope gets beatified. (the pope is the leader of an institution which is amongst other things famous for discrimination of women and gay people, promotion of sexual diseases by banning rubbers and institutional rape of kids)
again broadcasted world-wide! and it's not enough yet! we seem to need a second miracle to make to the man a saint. and what miracle do we need then? a spontaneous sex-change for the actual pope: johanna ratzinger! in all comments it was said that this was a good day for the image of the catholic church... well maybe that is already a miracle as such!
and then yesterday world-wide excitement again! we have been spoiled this week! the devil has been defeated! the world will be a better place from now on because it was him, now eaten by the fishes, who made it such a horrible planet!
so...have sweat dreams and don't worry any longer...they will live happy ever after...there will be a new saint... well and let's see who wins the champions league!

bird watching

well i'm not. i'm not a bird watcher. which doesn't stop me from seeing them.
last week i saw suddenly two big canaries in our street. very very yellow. after a second look i realised that this could not be canaries. far too big. and apart from being very yellow they had black wings. i asked neighbour salvatore. he was aware of the two birds but didn't know the name. so i started to look it up and finally found out that this were golden orioles. i also found out that when bird watchers would read this they will immediately start to shout and jump. normally you hardly see them, they prefer to hide. one of the bird watchers was writing about the golden oriole and had seen one three times in his life after long travels. he could name place and date.
i also realised that i knew the birds' name because of a song we were singing at school in the netherlands when small kids. in dutch the name is 'wielewaal'. and the song says that the 'wielewaal' makes a sound which goes like: judeljo. to be honest i never realised that i was singing about that bird but it made anyway a connection to the yellow black birds flying around. although i didn't hear any 'judeljo'
yesterday when checking if they were still flying around somewhere i saw a group of birds even more exciting. about the same size but full of colours! red, green, yellow, blue... just flying around in my street! they are called 'bee-eaters'. so that's what they probably do.
as i said i'm not a bird watcher and will probably never be. think i'm to noisy. but the bee-eater and the golden oriole had an impact. i'm wondering now how many other birds i missed in the last 6 years living here in the south of italy. maybe not just birds but also other animals. i'm quite sure i will anyway see some more new colourful birds in the street in the coming months. the focus is there....up...high in the trees...
by the way the bee-eater and the golden orion have left today.

resurrection

in a dutch television programme a priest explained why for him easter is THE happening of the year. according to him the resurrection of jesus shows us that being dead is not the end, that things that seem to be over and done are not. he thought this was a hopeful thought.
i'm not sure. i have great doubts.
the first thing i think of is posters with 'moody blues back on stage', 'roxy music together again', 'the hollies touring again'. you will find these posters always around köln hauptbahnhof. don't know why but maybe for the resurrection of old bands germany it's the right place to be. anyway... it's something we shouldn't want. we don't need the moody blues anymore. it's over! seeing john fogerty singing a creedence song trying to imitate himself when he was still 20 years old is painful. save us the embarrassment.
there was a rumour that for the royal wedding in sweden abba would get together again. don't! i was never a fan of abba but millions of people were. knowing me, knowing you ... let them keep the memory.
robbie robertson of the band told last week in an interview that their last concert, which became famous because of the movie 'the last waltz', was never planned as being the last concert. it just turned out to be. it was over. although there were many attempts to bring them together again they never played again. a wise decision. robbie just made a new album with new music.
i'm wondering if the resurrection of jesus was such a good idea. i understand that then the ending of the story, on the cross, would have been a bit sad. but let's be honest, the story till that point was good. a revolutionary fighting for the good. everything which came after missed that spirit.
sometimes things are just over.

images of women

my running in the morning takes half an hour and always takes the same route. along the sea over the lungomare i run till the statue of the madonna, i run around her, say 'hi maria' and then go back the same way. one could say that this sounds quite boring...but it isn't.
this morning, still on my way to maria, i noticed three girls on the beach. yelling, running, laughing, pushing each other. i guess they were about 13-14 years old. well dressed according to the last fashion but playing like happy kids. it made me smile.
a few minutes later just before arriving on the piazza of the madonna i met a man who i think is called pepe. not really sure but let's cal him pepe. at least 30 % of the male population here is called pepe so i guess i can take the risk. pepe is a striking phenomena in our village. he dresses like a woman. today he was wearing a pink t-shirt, a beige coloured tight kind of thin trousers and pointed shoes without high heals. through the pink of the t-shirt shined the light green of his bra partly covered by an enormous necklace. as always he had his big black bag around the shoulder. his face has an unnatural kind of brownish complexion. no wig today which means he is bolt. above all i find him enormously brave. you must have a lot of courage to walk around in this small village in the south of italy like this.  it won't make you a lot of friends probably. still i don't understand the choices he makes when it comes to dressing up. what is the image he has when he puts on his clothes. the pink t-shirt is still ok but the necklace it just too big... it's too much. the trousers he wears were ok for my mother in the 60ies...i wonder where he still buys them. the bag is too big and too black and would fit a very old lady when visiting the funeral of a friend. but he walks along the lungomare as if showing the latest design of christian dior or ralph lauren. as i said he is a brave man.
after my greeting maria i see pepe sitting on a bench overlooking the sea with a royal smile on his face.
from far i already see the 3 girls still on the beach. it's the same girls but they completely changed. no shouting, no jumping, no running, no playing anymore. they suddenly have female bodies and are very much aware of that. all the time they strike with their hands through their long hair or  just simply put the hair in the right shape by a quick move with the head. it's astonishing...they are like 5 years older...in ten minutes. the reason is two guys who joined them and seem to be impressed. again it makes me smile...but also a bit sad.
just a run of two times 15 minutes

the last chicken of salvatore

salvatore is 78 years old now. he owns the piece of land next to my house. already for about 30 years. 3 lemon trees. loads of grapes. a big fig tree and many many vegetables. his garlic is delicious but also the onions, tomatoes, beans and other greens that he loves to share with his neighbours.
on his land there is a little wooden house for the rabbits and the chickens. it is almost empty now. all rabbits disappeared last christmas ending up in probably delicious sauces. salvatore announced a year ago that is has been enough. too much work for an old man. the announcement didn't have many consequences so far. every day he is still there working on his land. probably he didn't find till now an other way to spend the day. sometimes when something 'heavy' has to be done he asks me for help.
but the rabbits are gone and the number of chickens went down to one. the others just died...one by one. too old to end up on a plate although i'm not sure if some of them maybe found their last place in a soup.

the last chicken owns now the whole place. she produces one egg every two days and when she does she wants you to know. the process takes about 5 minutes and is accompanied by loud cackling. i never know if i should shout 'brava' when it's over. when the other chickens were still there a lot of common cackling was going on. but maybe the last chicken is quite happy to be finally on her own. she is 7 years now which i guess is quite old for a chicken. what do you want from life as an elderly chicken?
this afternoon when picking 2 lemons from salvatore's tree i visited her. she didn't seem to be very excited about seeing me. a short look and then she just went on picking in the the sand. now i have to confess here immediately that it was my first visit. i didn't invest in our relationship so far. so i don't blame her for her reaction. the question is more if i should from now on give it a try with her. i could bring her some corn every morning, talk a bit or even try some cackling. when you can lighten up a bit the last days of an old lonely chicken...why not?
the problem is that you don't know her real feelings. maybe she will think: 'oh fuck there is this idiot again with his corn and strange sound, give me some peace!'
aaaaaahhhhhhh!!! chickens!!!!

The end of ....and a new start...

haven't been posting here for a long long time. the address still says 'learning blog' but from the title i kicked out the learning. not that i decided to stop learning. probably anyway hard to decide that. but the problem became more and more that i find it very hard to write about learning only. having all the time the idea that i should write something very meaningful and clever about the topic. maybe a blog is not the right place to do that. maybe i'm not that meaningful and clever anyway...anyway not on a regular basis...

then i had an other blog in dutch. meant more to write about life in italy. didn't write on that blog for months as well. after 6 years living in italy not so much to share anymore maybe. so...what's the point about having two blogs that only block you to write? 

still...like to have a blog...and then one where i do write every now and then. 

about? well let's see! 

the music of willy deville, the last chicken of salvatore (somebody should write about her!), political life in a calabrian village, the dolphin that made an awesome jump for me yesterday, learning (why not), how to prepare yourself for being nonno, vegetarian fishing, training...

and i should change the picture!!

tomorrow.

Learning is Creating!? nr. 2

I’ve been thinking a lot about this ‘learning is creating thing’ in the last week and to be honest it’s quite confusing. Been searching the net to see how creative processes are described and to see how that can help to link it to learning. The problem is that people when they describe creative processes immediately go to 5 or 7 or 9 steps that should be followed and that’s exactly what I wanted to avoid.

My main idea it to see learning as creating something new. So maybe it’s not that ‘learning is creating’ but more ‘ learning should be creating’. I assume that looking at learning that way creates exciting new perspectives.  (Although in my confused brains I’m sometimes afraid it’s just about ‘words’)

Is creating something new, being creative, not always implying learning?  And if the answer to that is ‘yes’ wouldn't it be great to make education into one big creative event? Kids in school would not listen, trying to follow, consume but they would create, built, make new things, toys, houses, stories, tools, music, books, dances, plays..... Whatever they want to create. And they would learn. Just by doing, trying out, exploring... in order to create. Without maybe even being aware that they are learning... learning is then just a part of life.. which comes natural...

Don’t know...still confusing....need HELP!! 

Learning is Creating!?

Last week, during a wonderful talk I had, a sentence slipped out of my mouth that I then wrote down and is following me since then and is getting me more and more excited. The sentence was: ‘Maybe learning is creating, creating something new in yourself’. Now you could say: well....yes...uh...but what’s so exciting about that? 

For me it could open an other way of perceiving learning, a much more positive perception. If you see learning as creating something new in and for yourself, new possibilities, new options it becomes an other process. It’s anyway about you, owned by you, motivated by you. Learning becomes then a creative process.

More about ‘expressing yourself’ than ‘taking in something’.

About finding your own forms, shapes, sounds, colours.

About creating, shaping yourself.

But also creating something for others, with others....or in your environment.

I have this feeling that saying to yourself ‘I create the possibility within myself to speak Chinese’ is a more exciting attitude than saying’ I’m going to study Chinese’.

Well.... reading now this last sentence I’m not sure if this is absolutely nonsense.... but still.

My plan anyway is to stay excited about this and to jump first into what people have been saying and writing about the ‘creative process’ and then to see how that can apply on learning. And then.....to create something......

I will keep you updated here. And... when you get excited too... or maybe think that this is total bullshit  ..... please let me know..... Maybe we can create something together.