| Phenomaenia and the Easy Doors II | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This property was reserved by pheno2 I'm 39 years old, living in Belgium for a quarter a day, further living in the world. I've studied philosophy for many years, (�1975 - ..), played different instruments and kinds of music, started looking for a job 'round about 1988, found the one I'm still doing now, and combining this regular life with volunteer work as a producer, presentator, and managing member of a local radiostation. Since August '97 connected with the internet, which I most of the time I use for preparations for radio vroadcastings. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| I prefer Wittgenstein II, and Paul Feyerabend, a kind of diary | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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My family consists of just one mother and one nephew I sometimes can talk with. He's living on a little island in the neighbourhood of Madagascar, and communication is expensive. Also we don't have to say that much since we know eachother very well, since a long time. When my grandmother died, som months ago, he came over. He's probably the only nice guy I know from the family. The other members, living spread out over the country, are like strangers. They tend to lead a so-called normal life and I don't, so we almost never see each other. I prefer it that way. One of the victims in this story is, of course, my mother. She doesn't has an all too easy character, and she'll probably never know to see things clearly. at the moment, she busy -rather nervous and/or excited- with moving. Since the death of grandmother, she's more demanding then the whole last two decades. She's enormously frightened from everything that's new, unknown or uncertain. And she's very weak : she needs too much attention to be true. Last months I've spend more time listening to her ever-repeating stories then I had to last ten years. It is a boring matter, because it is always the sam story: Look at me, poor lonesome woman, why don't you come and live with me. Horrible. But it is supposed to mean something hood, a mother. To me it is not. I didb't ask to come to life in such a silly place, and I won't regret leaving neither. It all seems too ridiculous and too awfully void of sense to me. Women are asking, demanding whatever they want, I'm not going to sacrifice my time to things I don't believe in. In the meantime I got acquainted a bit with the amounts of information radio news-producers have to deal with. Digging in the dirt without being paid for it, quite a mission. It helped me a lot to understand something more of this uncomprehensible world. I have been very lucky, one could say on the one hand, but if I didn't have had the courage or the strength to decide for my own and no one else, I'd probably wouldn't even have found the job I now have. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Besides this rather predictable list, I'm busy with free local radio, which is quite a unique one, because it's broadcasting in a radically democratic, non-commercial manner for almost 20 years. And, of course, I spent a lot of time with internet, computers at the office, and my computers at home.
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