Electrolux Infinity

What an amazing website. Beautiful design, animation & interaction.

Cees Dekker

It took some time, but my latest freelance project is finally online! It is the personal website of my father, Cees Dekker. The whole concept is based on a hexagon. That is the basic pattern of a carbon lattice, a key element in my dad’s groundbreaking research on carbon nanotubes.

The concept, design, animation and scripting is all done by yours truly. I really enjoy designing for these kind of conceptual full-screen flash sites!

The Kirby Stone Four

Kind of random but amusing nonetheless. I’m having a major Sinatra-phase lately, and while digging trough some other old music, I found this movie. Wouldn’t you just love to have been there to witness this kind of entertainment?

Wolken

Om de een of andere reden vind ik de muziek van deze gasten niet vet. Maar dit nummer, Wolken, en de bijpassende video zijn echt te erg. Sjekitout. Check het op fullscreen. En neem er de tijd voor.

The Summer of 2009

The Hibbit 4 Footage

Good times

The Hibbit 4, zoals beschreven door m’n boy Bilal:

Zaterdagochtend, 3 oktober, 5:15u. Compleet uitgevloerd zat ik naast de DJ booth in Club Ciccionina voor me uit te staren naar de schoonmaakploeg die bezig was met de laatste veegjes van de nacht. In trance keek ik naar de aftermath om me heen. Het was weer een gekkenhuis. Met een tevreden blik keek ik naar mijn partner in crime, Niek Dekker, die nog bezig was de laatste kabels los te koppelen. We hadden het weer voor elkaar gekregen. De gebeurtenissen van de avond toonden zich voor mij als een mirage. Ik zag Shubu met een blije blik naast de bar staan, hoorde Anna schreeuwen bij de “Rest in peace, old dirty”, voelde een boxie van Mati en zag Bury rocken in de circle. Door de piep in mijn oor hoorde ik de bangers van de avond als een mooie, geleefde droom voorbijkomen…”FAKE FAKE RECORDS RECORDS…”…”AAAAANTE UP”…”THIS IS HOW WE DO IT!”. En door de doodkreet van mijn trilharen reconstrueert mijn geheugen de altijd zo treffende piano riffs van Still Dre, de onmiskenbare horns van Show Me What You Got, de klassieke intro van Simon Says en de onbetwistbare gitaar van Usher’s Bad Girl. Allemaal gepaard gaande met blijke blikken en heel veel handen in de lucht. En wat voor avond was het geweest zonder die handen in de lucht.

In mijn nagenietende state of mind dacht ik na over de vele bedankjes die Niek en ik owen aan de people. Our people. De ladies die kwamen om compleet los te gaan, de harde kern die er vanaf Hibbit 1 erbij was, de koppels die hun avond met ons kwamen delen, de boys die Ante Up een beleving maken, de jongens en meisjes die voor het eerst met ons kwamen feesten (en hopelijk for ever more), kortom iedereen die langsdropte om simpelweg een leuke tijd te hebben. Rotterdam was er, Zoetermeer was er, Hilversum was er, Amsterdam was er, en Delft is nog nooit zo aanwezig geweest.

Het was 5.30u en mijn oogleden begonnen zich te verzwaren daar op de cementen vloer van de zaal. Ik leunde achterover en keek nog een laatste keer naar de tekst op mijn t-shirt:

Once again, that sums it all up.

Thank you.

On Sex and Love

This is chapter 9 of Peter Kreeft’s book: “The Best Things in Life“.
In this book the ancient philosopher Socrates is placed in our current world, where he discusses various subjects with modern young people. The result is often very interesting. In this chapter, Socrates meets Felicia, a young college student.

Socrates: You seem very happy this morning, Felicia. Have you succeeded in your life’s great quest?

Felicia: What quest do you mean?

Socrates: Have you “know thyself” and thus attained felicity?

Felicia: I’ve attained felicity, alright. But the name of the game isn’t knowledge; it’s love.

Socrates: I would say those two things are ultimately one. But what kind of love do you mean?

Felicia: The total kind. I just spent an absolutely fabulous night with my boyfriend.

Socrates: That’s nice. And what did you do during the night that made you so happy?

Felicia: Stop pretending to be naive, Socrates. We made love, of course.

Socrates: What kind of love did you make?

Felicia: Do you want details? Why, that’s none of your business, you dirty old man!

Socrates: I mean, was it agape or philia or storge or eros?

Felicia: That’s all Greek to me. Speak English.

Socrates: Was it charity, or friendship, or affection, or sex?

Felicia: Charity and friendship and affection are not nighttime loves, Socrates.

Socrates: Oh. I had not realized that the clock limited them so severely. But I think I understand you now. May we bring your nighttime love into the light of day? Or does it fear exposure to the light of reason?

Felicia: Somehow I knew you’d find a way to spoil my fun.

Socrates: If we love a thing, do we not also love to know more about it?

Felicia: Yes.

Socrates: Then you should welcome looking at this thing that you love so much.

Felicia: But it seems so strange to analyze love!

Socrates: Why?

Felicia: Because love is like fire, and logic is like a pale light. I don’t see how you could add to the light of my fire with your little logic; it’s like shining a flashlight on the sun.

Socrates: How can you be sure it’s like that until you try? Perhaps there are some dark spots on your sun, and perhaps my logic can x-ray those spots. A sex ray, so to speak.

Felicia: But trying to be logical about sex – it sounds so silly!

Socrates: I thought being silly meant being illogical.

Felicia: There’s a time and a place for everything.

Socrates: But no time to think about sex? You prefer all heat and no light? A dark fire?

Felicia: My fire has its own light. “The heart has its reasons that the reason does not know,” you know.

Socrates: Then let it teach me its reasons. I am willing to learn. Are you willing to help me? Will you share the great good of this mysterious light of yours with me?

Felicia: In words, you mean.

Socrates: Of course. I am much too old for the other thing.

Felicia: How old are you, by the way?

Socrates: Much older than I look, but never too old to learn.

Felicia: Are you too old to have sex anymore?

Socrates: What a silly question! Of course not.

Felicia: I’m curious. How often?

Socrates: Continuously, of course.

Felicia: Wow! You mean continually, don’t you? You’re resting now, at least.

Socrates: No, I mean continuously. I am male now. My sex is masculine continuously. Does yours change?

Felicia: Oh, that “sex.” I meant doing it.

Socrates: Isn’t sex “being it” before it is “doing it”? Do you think sex is only something you do, not something you are?

Felicia: Hmm. I never thought of that.

Socrates: See? Already you are receiving additional light.

Felicia: Well, what made me happy was doing it. Being it is just ordinary, like a level plain. Doing it was a mountain peak.

Socrates: Then let us inquire about “doing it.”

Felicia: What do you want to know? I’m not modest.

Socrates: I can see that. I hope you are not modest in philosophizing. Well, I suppose the first and most important question to ask about anything, once we know what it is, is why it is. What is its good? Or even, is it good at all, or not?

Felicia: Oh, so you are going to moralize again, are you? Socrates, when are you going to realize that this is the twentieth century?

Socrates: Thank you for that startling piece of news. Do you mean the calendar is your reason for thinking it is good to “have sex” with your boyfriend?

Felicia: I mean everybody is doing it today.

Socrates: I wonder what effect that will have on the world’s business and politics in the next twenty-four hours. But seriously, you have given two arguments, it seems..

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Little Girl’s Eyes

This is the type of song that makes you stay in your car a few minutes longer even though you are already at your house. You have to hear the entire thing. Just beautiful, what a great voice.

Hey, look what I found out! My favourite Nipsey Hussle track is based on samples from this song!

Shooter

Lil’ Wayne & Robin Thicke live. Great performance!

Also check out ‘Behind the Music‘ with Lil’ Wayne. Dude works hard!