Tuesday, January 31


Today it’s time for a small confession: I have a crush on Cesar Millan, also known as The Dog Whisperer. Since National Geographic started airing his shows I’ve basically been glued to my tv, watching growling monsters turn into loveable pets. According to Cesar’s philosophy every animal needs excercise, discipline and affection, possibly in that order. Since Cesar is visiting Amsterdam sometime soon I was hoping we could go on a romantic date, or maybe a quick drink. But part of me fears he will tell me that I need more discipline.

Saturday, January 28


This morning I made pancakes for breakfast, but they were not edible. This year I plan to make edible pancakes. At least once.

Thursday, January 26


On Sunday I went to see The Iron Lady, starring Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher. Meryl mastered the British accent perfectly, make-up and hair were impeccable, but the movie didn't strike me like I hoped it would. When the young Margaret accepts a wedding proposal she says: "I don't just want to cook and clean. One's life must matter." If anyone asks me to marry this year I will reply with the same phrase. One's life must matter. Don't you forget.

Monday, January 23


Lately I’ve been having a lot of strange nightmares. In my nightmares I keep losing things: a laptop, a lamp, a pair of matching heels. Yes, in my dreams lamps and shoes are made of the same fabric. I wonder what Freud would have to say about that.

Sunday, January 22


Perhaps you’d like to know a bit about Saas Fee and my adventures there. I skied for six days in a row and didn’t want to stop. In the evenings I drank tea with J├Ągermeister with some handsome strangers and The Gluten Guy. After a few days of intoxication The Gluten Guy suddenly seemed very attractive. In the morning he would play songs by Adele and Coldplay, as if I’d never heard of them before. I must admit those lovesongs by Adele have struck a chord.

Saturday, January 21


I’ve had lots of different lovers, but the ones from Chile were the best. Just a random thought for today.

Monday, January 16


In the train on my way to Bern a young man asked me: ‘So where are you going?’
‘Saas Fee,’ I replied, and tried to smile mysteriously.
I thought his next question would be: ‘What are you going to do there?’ but instead he said: ‘Could you wake me up when we get to Fribourg?’
‘Sure,’ I said, ‘I’ll wake you up.’

Wednesday, January 4


All packed and ready to go to Saas Fee. I’ve brought two novels, two pairs of jeans, five sweaters and a lot of decent underwear. I’ve also packed a lot of different earrings and two ounces of green tea. I’m not bringing my computer on this trip, so will write more after twelve days. Please be patient and pray for my return.

Tuesday, January 3


Today I went to the shops and bought a lot of stuff that I don’t need. Sweaters, skirts, a purple scarf and a new dress. If I were an intellectual I’d write a book called ‘On the Pleasures of Capitalism, why buying useless stuff makes you feel good.’ © But I’m not an intellectual. At least, no one has called me that.

Monday, January 2


Okay, so the good news is: there will be one single and good looking guy accompanying us on our skiing trip. The bad news is he has a gluten allergy. Somehow it’s hard to be sexy if you can’t eat bread.

Sunday, January 1


Let's ease into this year with a poem called Riposte, by William Carlos Williams.

Love is like water or the air/my townspeople/it cleanes and dissipates evil gases/it is like poetry too/and for the same reasons/Love is so precious/my townspeople/that if I were you I would/ have it under lock and key -/like the air or the Atlantic or like poetry

Happy new year everyone! Have a wonderful whatever you have.