So, time travel is possible after all!
No, you’re not going to step inside a time machine to get physically shredded and transported as tiny packages only to be reassembled in another era where you can wreak havoc by just showing the local people of 1542 BC that you have an iPad 2. Though it might sound very alluring for the aspiring evil scientists among us, it still is possible the other way: traveling forward in time.
Yes yes – not quite that exciting as you’d hoped, but very interesting nonetheless!
When Populous 3: The Beginning was still new and awesome, I got inspired by every little part of it. Even the main menu had a nice touch; your mouse emits light and the text in the menu casted shadows which adjusted their positions based on the position of your mouse. Gave the menu a sense of depth.
As you can see, this is my first blog post on http://murtada.nl. I wanted to have a personal place for my stuff, all gathered on one site. Kind of like a “home” for anything that is linked to me.
Next to that, I wanted to have a space where I could show off my work and skills so people who might be interested could easily see what I can offer them from the kitchen!
So there is a personal and professional side of my homepage. A lot of people who create a website (including me) want to promote a product or just share a story, photograph or other work. It’s pretty hard to know where to begin if you haven’t done this before, but no worries! I’ll give some pointers on how to get your site up and running!
There are many kinds of people out there. You can look at the more common or even cliché stereotypes like: nerds, douche bags, the lazy guy, the wigger, sluts, the romantic guy, the artistic guy and so on.
This view on the world and people around you is called “hokjesdenken” in the Dutch language. A synonym for this word is categorization. It is the opposite of “out of the box thinking”, which actually is a worldwide appreciated quality to have.
He sat next to me without any difficulty of coordination. He held his stick firmly and moved a bit to the front of the bench so it looked like he was leaning on it. He then took a deep breath and looked around, as if he wanted to tell me or ask me something.
I had never been in an airplane, never been to a different continent. It was my first real holiday, at leat that’s what it was supposed to be. It turned out a very different experience than I had expected. It was an eye-opener. A film-noir in real life.
Saying these words
Make them burn in eternal fire
Hanging on cords
Strangled in the idea of desire
It’s been almost 17 years that I’ve lived in the Netherlands now. I’ve seen this land turn into a chaotich, corrupted and abused land. My familyhas been officially acknowledged as refugees based on social patterns. It was hard to fit in at the beginning. We have had a social assistant who showed us typical Dutch phenomenons. I remember when she drove me and my brother in a citroën (that she called citroen – citron) along long distances of farm fields and opened the windows. She said: “Smell it; this is fresh air!” The only thing I smelled was cow dung and compost.
Ever since I was a kid, I looked at the smallest things in life – literally. I enjoyed looking at the textures of various things: paper, plants, textile and my very own skin. You’d probably count me as an idiot when you see me studying my arm for hours. But the truth is contradictory: I would count you as an idiot if you ignore the beauty and complexity of life in its tiniest forms.
I can almost certainly say that we all have been spoiled in our lives. Since you were a kid, you enjoyed the little luxuries of candy, the best clothing, the coolest toys, the best bed and so on. After growing up a little – becoming a teenager, an adolescent; you enjoy the other luxuries like that new game console, that new laptop, that television, the freedom and the opportunity to have a lack of responsibility. Everything we did, did not lead to any real consequences. Continue reading