woensdag 29 januari 2020

Midweektrailer | Once Upon A Time In Hollywood

deleted scenes

Q&A with Quentin Tarantino

dinsdag 28 januari 2020

Cijfers | 0 - 100

Barcelona | Spanje

Desde 0-100 años (from 0-100 years in Spanish)

From baby to a hundred year old in in Spanish. This project was filmed in Barcelona, where we asked 100 people to say their age in the camera. And since Barcelona is the capital of Catalunya, we asked people to say their age both in Spanish and Catalan.

0-100 years in America (English): https://youtu.be/86qBAryeFco

0-100 years in Netherlands (Dutch) : https://youtu.be/A4QUE1tSIHY

0-100 years in French (Senegal): https://youtu.be/6gWd8cy2Lgs

0-100 years in Arabic (Morocco): https://youtu.be/5MmENtIG1YE

0-100 years Boys Only (Dutch): https://youtu.be/kz9WXFEpMi8

0-100 years Girls Only (Dutch): https://youtu.be/ZqHFBrV-oOc

Zie hier meer cijfers en getallen⇲

maandag 27 januari 2020

Resultaten Tuinvogeltelling 2020

Resultaten Varsseveld | weekend 24-26 januari 2020

Resultaten Landelijk | weekend 24-26 januari 2020

Zie hier de top 25⇲

Ik zag vrijdagmorgen j.l. in een half uur van 10:43-11:13u.: in mijn eigen tuin in Varsseveld
1 gaai, 2 koolmezen, 3 merels, 2 houtduiven. Mijn vrouw zag daarna op de zondag ook nog een pimpelmees, een roodborstje en meerdere vreche kauwen die in 'enen knooi' er met de vetbollen vandoor gingen.

zondag 26 januari 2020

Zondagclip | I am built for comfort, I ain’t built for speed.

Howlin' Wolf | Eric Clapton

zaterdag 25 januari 2020

Europe is Lost | Kate Tempest

Kate Tempest - Europe Is Lost (Official Video)⇲

Europe is lost, America lost, London lost
Still we are clamouring victory
All that is meaningless rules
We have learned nothing from history

The people are dead in their lifetimes
Dazed in the shine of the streets
But look how the traffic's still moving
System's too slick to stop working
Business is good, and there's bands every night in the pubs
And there's two for one drinks in the clubs
And we scrubbed up well
Washed off the work and the stress
And now all we want's some excess
Better yet, a night to remember that we'll soon forget
All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow
All of the bodies that fell
The roots that were dug from the earth
So these games could be played
I see it tonight in the stains on my handsThe buildings are screaming

I can't ask for help though, nobody knows me
Hostile, worried, lonely
We move in our packs and these are the rights we were born to
Working and working so we can be all that we want
Then dancing the drudgery off
But even the drugs have got boring
Well, sex is still good when you get it

To sleep, to dream, to keep the dream in reach
To each a dream, don't weep, don't scream
Just keep it in, keep sleeping in
What am I gonna do to wake up?

I feel the cost of it pushing my body
Like I push my hands into pockets
And softly I walk and I see it, this is all we deserve
The wrongs of our past have resurfaced
Despite all we did to vanquish the traces
My very language is tainted
With all that we stole to replace it with this
I am quiet
Feeling the onset of riot
Riots are tiny, though
Systems are huge
Traffic keeps moving, proving there's nothing to do

'Cause it's big business, baby, and its smile is hideous
Top down violence, and structural viciousness
Your kids are dosed up on medical sedatives
But don't worry 'bout that, man, worry 'bout terrorists

The water level's rising! The water level's rising!
The animals, the elephants, the polarbears are dying!
Stop crying, start buying, but what about the oil spill?
Shh, no one likes a party pooping spoil sport
Massacres, massacres, massacres, new shoes

Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight
By those employed to protect them
Live porn streamed to your pre-teens' bedrooms
Glass ceiling, no headroom

Half a generation live beneath the breadline
Oh, but it's happy hour on the high street
Friday night at last lads, my treat!
All went fine 'til that kid got glassed in the last bar
Place went nuts, you can ask our Lou
It was madness, road ran red, pure claret
And about them immigrants? I can't stand them
Mostly, I mind my own business
They're only coming over here to get rich, it's a sickness
England! England! Patriotism!
And you wonder why kids want to die for religion?

It goes work all your life for a pittance

Maybe you'll make it to manager, pray for a raise
Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar
The anarchists are desperate for something to smash
Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers

In glamourous magazines, who's dating who?
Politico cash in an envelope
Caught sniffing lines off a prostitutes prosthetic tits
Now it's back to the House of Lords with slapped wrists
They abduct kids who fuck the heads of dead pigs
But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs
Jail him, he's the criminal
Jail him, he's the criminal
It's the bored-of-it-all generation
The product of product placement and manipulation
Shoot 'em up, brutal, duty of care
Come on, new shoes, beautiful hair, bullshit
Saccharine ballads and selfies and selfies and selfies
And here's me outside the palace of me
Construct a self and psyhcosis
Meanwhile the people were dead in their droves
And no, nobody noticed, well, some of them noticed
You could tell by the emoji they posted

Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes
The lights are so nice and bright and let's dream
But some of us are stuck like stones in a slipstream

What am I gonna do to wake up?

We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
And still nothing will stop, nothing pauses

We have ambitions and friendships and our courtships to think of
Divorces to drink off the thought of
The money, the money, the oil
The planet is shaking and spoiled
And life is a plaything
A garment to soil
The toil, the toil
I can't see an ending at all
Only the end
How is this something to cherish?
When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts
To make room for alien structures
Develop, develop
And kill what you find if it threatens you
No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger buck
Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck

Europe Is Lost (Kate Tempest)

Interpreta: Hidroponih

Escola Municipal de Música-Centre de les Arts

"Pop rock amb la Magic Line"

Parc Ecològic de Bellvitge · Barcelona

24-02-2019

vrijdag 24 januari 2020

DdA | Eva Schuurman

Eva Schuurman | de Gelderlander | editie Achterhoek | 16 januari 2020

Dichter van dienst in januari is Eva Schuurman. Zij bracht een ode aan het vakmanschap van de mannen en vouwen die het vuur te lijf gaan voor onze veiligheid. Dit n.a.v. de actualiteit in de Achterhoek de bezuinigingen op het regionale brandweercorps. Zie hier meer⇲

De opmaak bij de krant lijkt door een robot te gebeuren. Hieronder de versie zonder wees.

Brandweervrouw

Later word ik brandweervrouw

al is het nog geen woord,

ik weet zeker dat die term

in mijn toekomst thuis behoort.

Ik prop mijn borsten met gemak

in mijn ruim zittend tenue

en als het noodlot toeslaat

passeer ik de revue.

Dan rijd ik in zo’n wagen

als Pluk van de Petteflet,

met het roet al op mijn wangen

heb ik dan een kat gered.

Ik eet mijn brood wel op de ladder

want mijn dag is drukbezet

en in mijn nek rust dan zo’n flapje,

er ligt een pieper naast mijn bed.

In mijn kamer is een raam

waaruit ik tuur naar al dat later,

met mijn niet te blussen dromen

over vlammen, redding, water.

Tot sirenes me plots wekken,

er een pluim reist door de lucht

en ik uitruk naar beneden

waar ik in mijn moeder vlucht.

Eva Schuurman

meer Dichter des Achterhoeks op 'sMelssleMs' hier>

Ondertussen op het balkon of in de tuin

De Nationale Tuinvogeltelling: 24, 25 en 26 januari 2020

voor meer info: www.tuinvogeltelling.nl⇲

2016

zie ook: www.vogelbescherming.nl/cursustuinvogels⇲

MEER, MINDER, MEEST - Hans Mellendijk>

Resultaten 24-01-2020 | 10:43-11:13u.: tuin Spoorstraat, Varsseveld:
1 gaai, 2 koolmezen, 3 merels, 2 houtduiven.

donderdag 23 januari 2020

Elders

Foto: © Dolf Ruesink | Achterhoek | Hof van Twente⇲

Buurtschap Achterhoek⇲

Meer ELDERS hier⇲

Het einde van een tijdperk | Aart Staartjes

DWDD | Dood zijn duurt zo lang | Bert Plagman

woensdag 22 januari 2020

Cijfers | Midweektrailer | 1917 | Sam Mendes

Meer info 1917 | Wikipedia⇲

Sam Mendes⇲

dinsdag 21 januari 2020

In herinnering Jan Buter | D'r waenn of d'r neet waenn

Achterhoek Nieuws | 21 januari 2020

Op mijn oudejaarsavond van mijn 69ste levensjaar lees ik het droeve bericht dat bijna evenouder Jan Buter donderdag j.l. uit de tijd is gekomen. 't Mocht niet mogen. Ik las zijn columns in het huis-aan-huis-blad Achterhoek Nieuws over taal- en streekcultuur met veel plezier. Ik zal ze missen.
Zie ook hier⇲ en daar⇲ en zijn laatste column⇲ en Uut 't Wald⇲