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Week 18 2011, from May 2nd.

This guy is hot!

At 18:00 h. everyone is hurrying towards dinner.
The last photos of a nice day.

"But then, if it's gonna rain we can stop underneath a bridge."

"How you've grown guys!"

"We've got everything but no umbrellas."

"Hi mam, something unexpected has come up on my work."

"While you go and fetch some croissants on the corner I'll boil the eggs."

"The Blue Teahouse is across this bridge, but where's that bridge?"

“I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, wars,
jobs, my savings, Social Security, retirement funds, nd all, so I called the Suicide Hotline.
I got a call center in Pakistan, and when I told them I was suicidal,
they got all excited, and asked if I could drive a truck.”

"Will my angels come to see me today?"

"We're running out of time."

"But mam, I am a mother myself now."

"I see plenty of unoccupied grass."

Mam can wait.

"Don't you think it's really elegant, mam, and very green."

"Yes mam, I'm on my way, as fast as I can"

Sunday, May 8th, Mother's Day.
"I've got plenty of nice flowers for the mothers of all my clients,"
Pieter said.

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The white Cadillac convertible in the Phlog (photo by Guy Ehrenfeldt) reminded me of my old friend Wim van Geffen, the best crime reporter De Telegraaf ever had. It was the only car that fitted his large body. During the early seventies he once drove this car up to the parking on roof of the Renault building in the Wibautstraat. But the long wheelbased car got stuck going from the ramp onto the horizontal parking deck. He had to get out and a lighter driver managed to get it moving again. Today the former Renault headquarters houses a restaurant, fittingly named La Dauphine, and a number of media companies. Gijsbert-Paul Berk

"My legs hurt, but the tram fares are so awfully expensive.
I can't afford the money."

Selexyz today. Tomorrow is Mother's Day.

Rokjesdag, Skirts Day.

Barely warm enough.

Holiday commandos.

Next errand.

A quick acquisition.

Saturday.
Just in time.

Vivian Maier, the nanny/photographer, the discovery from Chicago.
Read the story, and see some of her remarkable photos.

The typography expressed here is simply beautiful.
Niels Shoe Meulman has been doing graffiti since his teens
and really thinks about the type, bringing it back to the old,
old, incredibly old days.
Bossnotboss.

Sun's low.

Loaded with knowledge and ambition back from school.

Downhill and uptown.

Gitta Zwamborn from Edmonton wrote to the Phlog the following remarks, observations, can’t resist posting them.

> The Recession is hitting everybody.
> I got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.
> Wives are having sex with their husbands because they can't afford batteries.
> CEO's are now playing miniature golf.
> Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.
> I saw a Mormon polygamist with only one wife.
> If the bank returns your check marked "Insufficient Funds," you call them and ask if they meant you or them.
> McDonald's is selling the 1/4 ouncer.
> Angelina Jolie adopted a child from America .
> Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children's names.
> My cousin had an exorcism but couldn't afford to pay for it, and they re-possessed her!
> A truckload of Americans were caught sneaking into Mexico .
> A picture is now only worth 200 words.
> When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.
> The Treasure Island casino in Las Vegas is now managed by Somali pirates.
> Congress says they are looking into this Bernard Madoff scandal.
> Oh Great! The guy who made $50 Billion disappear is being
investigated by the people who made $1.5 Trillion disappear!

> Meanwhile... I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, wars, jobs, my savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc., I called the Suicide Hotline. I got a call center in Pakistan , and when I told them I was suicidal, they got all excited, and asked if I could drive a truck.

"Life's a long headache in a noisy street."

Mister Saas well-tempered on his daily walk.

Supple.

Green.

Green.

Friday May 6.
La Fosse-aux-Loups this spot is called, The Wolves Nest,
for a bird 3 km's to the west from our house. It's the other side of the other photo.
Aernoud W.

Reenacting liberators in a modern Nekaf M38a (Korea) jeep,
powered by a Willys 4 cylinder engine.
Guy

Harald Bresser > Volgens mij een Nekaf M38a, geen WO2 materiaal, wel leuk.

Hans Arend de Wit > Het sprong mij direct al in het oog, maar ik wilde het niet kritischer in het onderschrift opmerken dan 'modern jeep, en ook niet met een hoofdletter J. Ja, een Nekaf, schreef een bevriende kenner al.

Lorenzo Marchesini > Jeep by Chrysler (may well be assembled by NEKAF, certainly not designed by NEKAF).

Hans Arend de Wit > Sure, that may be the case.

Lorenzo Marchesini > Doet me qua filosofie denken aan de Indiase Padmini 110, the Morris Oxford en ditto Vespas (Bajaj). Neen niet iets om trots op te zijn die assemblage!

Lorenzo Marchesini > ... en een afknapper dus, die NEKAF!

Hans Arend de Wit > If you say so.

Lorenzo Marchesini > Ja... create and not replicate, so I’d say!

Back to the fifties.
Guy

Jutka Rona.
One of the personalities in the book WIJ Amsterdam,
that will be presented in Hotel Arena in the evening at 17 h.
by the publisher, De Verbeelding.

Green taxi in AMS.
Guy

Taxi!

New New York taxi! It's a big deal in the Big Apple. Nissan has pulled off a huge coup by winning a contract that will see its one of its commerical vehicles become New York's next yellow taxi. Previously the famous cabs were Ford Crown Victorias – but Nissan beat the blue oval and Turkish maker Karsan Otomotiv with a purpose-built version of its NV200 van. The 10-year contract is worth around £600m and will start in 2013. While the Nissan MPV's looks are hardly evocative of a traditional New York 'yellow cab', the taxi is designed specifically for its role, featuring a glass roof to offer views of skyscrapers, charging points for phones, ample, flexible seating, sliding doors for easy access and satnav. More in AutoExpress.

25mpg!
Although its an improvment over 12mpg, 25mpg is crap!
You don't have to be a genius to work out that fuel is one of the biggest costs of running a taxi firm. Why would they go for a car that only returns 25. I would expect at least 40mpg for a new car.
By Sean_87 on 4 May, 2011, 12:52pm

Liberty.

Thursday May 5th.
Green.

2 minutes of silence.
Guy

Waiting for the royals.
Guy

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Guy

Cold on the terrace.
Guy

"My invisible jacket is in my backpack."

Time machine, just rolled out of the showroom.

Cheese she didn't say.

Dim he's officially called, but then he's sharp for his age!

Wednesday.
The grass will be greener in two weeks' time, it is said.

A fine book on multicultural people living in Amterdam by Daniel Koning
and Bernd Wouthuysen will be presented by the publisher, De Verbeelding,
on May 5th in the Arena Hotel at 17:00 h. 's-Gravesandestraat 51.
Yes, in Amsterdam.

The pleasure boats haven't come out of winter storage yet
in Westport, Massachusetts. Lewis

Isn’t this a far more pleasant atmosphere
on the Queen’s Birthday in the Vondelpark, than the dreariness
of the French borderline brocante? Pieter K.

Aernoud W. lives in the neighborhood of the French village market where he made this shot on this otherwise seemingly Belgian looking brocante, of this mother and daughter he apparently is not familiar with. Mother checks out the displayed merchandise of the girl who lives next door in the street around the corner, while the daughter tries to pick up some of her motherís observations, and is looking at both. The patterns of their dresses let us presume they were made out of cloth that was made in the fifties. The girls' taste presumably hasn't evolved ever since. As Aernoud picked up the exchanged remarks in local colloquial between the daughter and the girl next door it appeared that they will see each other again as usual at the bus stop next Monday, as life goes on in a border village.

PS I could add some more remarks about this photo, if I may. Mother, especially she, and her daughter, let it be known that the fatty girl didn’t particularly belong to the little party, more or less suggesting: we are in and you’re out, as you may see for yourself, we wear those dresses while you only are just wearing those brown trousers. Cocooned within your style you’ve shut your door. With a meek expression she looks away. In her time mother was the belle of the village, and set the tone and the dress code. She also chose her hangers-on. Fatty would make a smart move when she would also appear in a dress with such kinda pattern on the next occasion. Then possibly favors will be restored, and in subtle terms she will be made to see how to move in their circle, and what to wear. A.W.