Utrecht, December 17th. Eve of the final.
Hi Jitse,
I’m also trying something a little different today. It took me about half an hour, but now I’m typing to you from the Ipad at twenty after ten on a damn cold Saturday. Let’s see how long I last, I’m laying down, next to a heater, my stomach sated from polishing off a half kilo of pasta a few hours ago, and to make matters worse I’ve decided to join the trail running club for a 35 km jaunt tomorrow morning. Right now I’m tuned into Jazz FM Toronto, if there’s anything that reminds me of home its that. My father constantly has this radio station on, my mom makes fun of him because sometimes he’s watching a football game on mute while Jazz FM is playing. Speaking of which, when I read the title of your last post, I had thought most certainly you would be describing a walk you took while listening to the NL vs AFA game. I was pleasantly surprised with what it was instead, a walk around your neighbourhood and travels around. I’m tempted write something of similar nature, but wouldn’t that be preaching to the choir? Ok, Utrecht, not Amsterdam, but that’s a case of tomato tomahto. Moreover, I think at this point, on the blog alone I have stated three other topics that I wish to write about. Those are coming, the ideas are brewing in my head when I am running, and I don’t want to write them on the fly, as with other posts, this one included. Unquestionably after the final. This blog is heading into extra time.
Okay, the IPad thing is really not working, or maybe I just have to get used it a little more. I couldn’t get out to the library these past few days, for one reason or another, so I’m writing now, if I’m being honest, not really in the mood to write, but I wanted to get back to you on a few small things, and well this was kind of what the blog was meant for, at least for me, to write, even when the fingers aren’t itching. So don’t hold me to the quality of the post, I think as a writer I’m still in the phase where getting anything done is somewhat of an accomplishment.
Ten past eleven now, I fell asleep for a good twenty minutes and I’m already throwing in the towel. If it wasn’t for the run, I’d maybe persevere, but I am a little scared. I don’t think I’ve gone off for 30 km this whole year. My sincerest apologies.
On my notes, I wanted to get to a little about the semi finals, my new trumpet teacher, the tome (mild spoiler alert, it’s probably going to be 2666), some more coffee thoughts, the Zidane movie because I was the douchebag that lined up outside of the Toronto Film Festival and went to it’s premiere wearing a Zidane jersey.
All this, and more to come. Tomorrow, the final that you predicted will be played. I’m going to do my best to write down some observations, at least for once, until the next four years.
Jack