About time

I've been a bad boy. I intend to keep this blog as some sort of diary, but exactly at the time some of the greater movements happen, I manage to not post for weeks.
Ah well. It's not clear to me now anymore - I guess I don't even know what the fuss was all about (and isn't it always so in retrospect?)
But I do remember the good things: I'm communicating with Ilse (we got some important messages to cross the different way of thinking border), and I have immense respect for her mostly not reacting to my previous post (even if it is out of lack of understanding). I have re-met an old acqaintance (he doesn't like to read complicated stuff, so I'm still doubting to let him read my blog - or would that just be because I wrote a piece on him?) that I now duely call a friend (and who made me realize that everyboy's got their problems, and most of mine got a luxury ouch to them. For the record: upon rereading, I noticed the typo in the previous sentence: I found it so nice (and somewhat meaningful) that I just left it in).
I gave and got compliments galore. I've danced my lower legs into severe pain, but the comments I got were beyond me: more than 1 beautiful woman actually liked me from just watching me dance (the human mind is a rotten place, really, but when it works for you: who cares!). I've lost my pocket knife; I know this sounds negative, but in some weird way I've taken it as a symbolical growing out of the heritage of my father (it was his, originally). It's not that concrete, but I want it to mean that I've broken with some of my childhood and puberty negatives: I will not hide my personality wrinkles anymore (though I will keep the tombs of my heart for the ones I love and deeply trust), and I will try to be kind to everyone, even if they are overwhelming, or -who knows - ridiculous. I'm still screaming 'Please, love me!' only I'm actually moving my lips now, and I give a good listener the chance to actually hear it. It is very hard to put you heart, your life, your personality up for grabs, but I've had such great results in the last few days (Catheline (very recent, very touching), Ilse, Ruben, Anne (technically there ,those three; no recent strong impressions, just lighting up my life as ever, and for allowing me to be so glad when I'm not harsh on any of them), Yumi et al. (I have hardly ever felt sexier in my life, even in spite of the doubts at the time), Joris (there is no way to describe my feelings towards this man), Maarten (unlikely that you ever read this, but you saying thanks made me feel like Mr Myagi), and I'm forgetting (to mention, not to realise and feel) some.

As a potential writer, I'm still somewhat worried about me writing about myself all the time, but I guess I need to learn, and of course: I chose this blog to be about me. Go to hell, oh ye oubts!

I've finally found items that were missing from my lists(See my post Listitis): Sin City is a movie everyone (able to abstract violence away) should see, as is The Shawshank Redemption. If you look at my profile, you'll notice 'From Dusk Till Dawn' there: this does not belong in a favourite movies list, but it's the only movie that will make anyone press the pause button and grab for alcohol somewhere halfway. If you ever do, please look at this movie with as little information about it as you can.
Not in the list, but still something I'd advise to anyone: that movie about the Doors (if you want to have any idea where some of the lyrics might have come from), and Natural Born Killers (probably the first movie that ever impressed me). I seem to be on the move: I remember 'Moulin Rouge' now, but like so many movies, you have to see it ignoring the hype, and just being willing to be swarmed with visuals and impressive reincarnations of songs.

I realize there's also some categories missing, so here it comes:

Favourite 'musicians'

• Radiohead (& Thom Yorke) (If you don't like it, you haven't heard it or you should be shot)
• Pearl Jam (Albums have mostly degraded since Ten (barring exceptions and the last album), but live shows are still exciting. Besides that, I have committed to liking Pearl Jam)
• Tom Waits (Thousands of reasons, but 'This broom 'll have to be my baby' is enough)
• Soul Wax (Don't know if I'm just hit by the hype, but they excite me on disk and on stage)
• Arno (Elle adore le noir and some more proof of the most brilliant musical illusionist Belgium has ever brought forth)
• Smashing Pumpkins (until Ava Adore)
• Red Hot Chili Peppers (anything from One Hot Minute or before - listen to Apache Rose Peacock or Sir Psycho Sexy or Magic Johnson to make you forever discard anything they've ever produced since)
• Jeff Buckley (I hardly know anything besides Grace, but because of this CD, he is the only man I would voluntarily kiss on the mouth)
• dEUS (there is nothing quite like freaking out on an old dEUS song - can you guess which one? Apart from that: respect for 0110 and the continuously amazing music)
• Primus (I don't like everything they made, but I just wish I was Les Claypool for his bass playing and his lyrics)

Favourite live shows
• Rock Torhout 1995 (go to Rock Werchter and pick History to see the line-up. I was too much in love to notice Jeff Buckley at the time. I hardly remember any artists being there =))
• Pixies at Werchter 2004: rotten attitude, great fun
• Nine Inch Nails at Werchter 2005: it doesn't get more intense. Musically the greatest show I ever saw.
• Pearl Jam Live in Belgium: not as good as it could have been (maybe 10 years before), but still: 'they say good things come to those who wait'. I wonder how different my life would have been if I had seen them 10 years ago...
• The Streets at Werchter 2006: I was one of ten attendees. Mike Skinner (wasn't that also the name of the guy from Family Ties) and that sexy black man are crazy.
• Scissor Sisters at Werchter 2006: unlikely, but this one is definitely my favourite. A lot went wrong, the crowd was louder than the band, I was there all alone, but it was simply stunning.
• TW 1994 (my loss of virginity on account of festivals)
• Faith No More at Axion Beach Rock I think 1995 (this is what seems logical considering the Rock Torhout, but I can find no proof of it)
• Radiohead: anything I watched, even though I missed half of a concert by misjudging a joint =)
• Werchter 2005: Ilse surprised me there for 'our 10th anniversary'. I'm not even mad for missing Elvis Costello.

I will have to stop now: I have a lot of clocks to change (I promised Anne and Ruben the 'Kabouters' would hold back the hands of all clocks tonight), and I should get some sleep to avoid being grumpy.
I originally had the idea to write a lot about time and time management (hence the now wasted title) but my mind brought me (and you elsewhere). I still enjoy these words from Primus (sorry, Mike, I know you've read them before):

Hello all you boys and girls,
I'd like to take you to the inside world.
It's quite an irregular place to be,
But never fear, you're safe with me...
Well, maybe.