Isn’t the internet fun. You wander around aimlessly until you find something fun to do. In my case, that something is learn Dutch. How did I get there? Well:
- I was bored with my music collection, so I started listening to Last.fm‘s radio.
- The Corrs’ Only When I Sleep came on. Yay, great song.
- Looking at that song’s top listeners, the blonde with the nice name caught my eye. Hmm maybe she’s Scandinavian, and won’t mind some random stranger asking her if he could visit her.
- Her info page says she’s dutch. Oh well. But she has a website. With her own domain too. Techie…
- And it’s a blog. But it’s in Dutch. I start reading anyway. I remember from my visit to Belgium and Holland how similar the languages are. And wow, I could understand most of what she’s written there.
- And then came the brilliant idea: Maybe I should learn Dutch. It’d be easy, and it’d be an accomplishment after these many years of non-accomplishing
Then I remember that I had this same idea when I visited Belgium and Holland, when my sister got married to a Belgian. That was in 2002. That’s 5 years ago! Damn, I procrastinate too much.
Or is it just a case of forgetting about the idea?
Man, you realize you’re old, when you can remember how your life sucked 5 years ago. I mean, “5 years ago” for an 18 year old is still the carefree childhood.
Before that song from the Corrs came, All Saints’ I Know Where It’s At played. The great thing about Last.fm’s player is you get the track detail and short artist bio. “Hey, an oldie!” was the thought that came to my head. (That’s the first sign of trouble.) I looked at the player, “Released: 1997.”
“10 years ago! Fuck, have I grown old!”. Where did all that time fly away?