Riaan en Kari Doorduin: Desember 2012

09 Desember 2012

Ons trek na Kampstraat

Ons blog is baie agter, en met die sporadiese fotos-uitsorteer kom ek nou agter ons het nog nooit oor ons trek geblog nie. Wat al amper weer 'n jaar gelede is. Dalk vind ek later nog fotos om by te sit - daar moet nog wees iewers!

Kyk hoe order Riaan die oubase rond!

Darm 'n korter trek as die vorige keer.

'n Nuwe huis, jippeeee!

Oupa is moeg gewerk.

Stef en Landi, ons mis julle!

Ek dink nie julle is al op daai ouderdom waarvan ek in die vorige post praat nie. :-)

En gelukkig drink jy nie genoeg bier om te vinnig daar te kom nie, Stef!

Ons mis julle en wens ons kon die jaar weer so 'n foto neem.

'n Jaar gelede..

Last Christmas..
Ons almal lyk soveel jonger! Ons begin nou op die ouderdom kom wat ek wonder of daar nie tog iewers iets is wat mens kan drink wat jou ewige jeug gee nie. Ek sal natuurlik nog nie dat Vincent dit drink nie! Hy moet darm eers gepotty train wees en kan praat.

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"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind." -Albert Einstein

"He who cannot draw on 3000 years is living from hand to mouth." -Goethe

"When confronted with a work of art, we have to open our minds to allow it to carry us away. If we seek to relate intimately to another person, we have to be prepared to make ourselves vulnerable.." - Karen Armstrong

I wanted to live everywhere and smell, taste, feel everything. I wanted to go to sea, explore unknown lands, take off in a space rocket, dine only at all-you-can-eat restaurants, be the last to leave parties. What I couldn’t acknowledge then, and hardly now, is that life just isn’t like that for most of us. The quicksands of suburbia were lurking at every step, and those who broke on through to the sunlit uplands couldn’t find their way back, even when the poverty and lack of enthusiasm for climbing means they wanted to come back. It was the dream of an immature young man, which is exactly what I was.
My eyes would be drawn inevitably to the low ridge of purple hills that ringed the east side of Manchester. The weight of the city; of all those people moving on their tiny arcs across its concrete streets, would be lifted for a moment. That place, over there in those hills, was somewhere I could feel alive, where the moment of release could give me the clarity to understand unconsciously that poetry, prophecy, and religion are all one.

- Ed Douglas: Voices from the Summit, 2000

Nog quotes

Behold the guarantee - the bold print giveth, and the fine print taketh away.

Ask not for whom the telephone bell tolls. If thou art in the bath, it tolls for thee.

If the world were good for nothing else, it is a fine subject for speculation.

What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg into an electric fan..

His handshake ought not to be used except as a tourniquet.

Some people can stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

Many a man's reputation would not know his character if they met on the street.

The world is moving so fast these days, that men who says it can't be done are generally interrupted by men who are doing it.

Pioneers are the people with the arrows in their backs.