Found a new job !

I've found a new job at a company called: Vision Dynamics. I'm very excited about it. I'll start working in Delft in mid October 2006. More news will follow.

Hannah on a motorbike

Don't worry ! it's just a toy version, in front of the Etos. She's smart enough to remember that the car which was there before had broken down and is in repairs ... transferred to shared host

The ageing hardware of my trusty FreeBSD server might collapse any day now. So after some market research I found a shared hosting service to run on. Site5 is situated in the USA, but still is quite responsive in Europe. Site5 uses Linux together with Apache, Mysql and PHP. Not too many changes needed for the switch.

I upgraded Drupal to 4.7.2 (latest release). It went pretty smooth ! I haven't installed all the modules of the previous install yet. The captcha module made it possible to switch on anonymous comment posting and the contact forms again. Visitors will have to type in a few letters from an image to post their comment.

School photo of Hannah

Taken by a professional photographer.

Hannah in her carnival costume

Hannah in her carnival costume
This year is the first time Hannah got involved in the dutch version of carnaval. The Carribean version is much nicer to our taste, but anyway. Click on this image to see all the photo's:

Hannah washing the dishes

Not bad for a three year old !

The file is a bit large, about 7 [MB]... see the attachment.

Here it is on YouTube:


- D.H. Lawrence

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

I've seen this in the movie 'GI Jane' by Ridley Scott. I have some blatant attacks of self pity now and then, this poem is a good cure !

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One of the best known Shakespear citation, I like it a lot. One of the few things I remember clearly of my English classes at school. Found it on the www somewhere:

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

--From Macbeth (V, v, 19)


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