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Summer time and the living is easy, a little too easy!

I have been challenged and beaten by my fellow partner in blogging crime – Oks – to break my blogging hiatus. I admit defeat, but of course one swallow doesn’t make a summer 😛

I am going to start a little project. My project is simple, yet requires the acute observational skills of Robert Pirsig, discipline akin to the Spartans and the writing skills of a dreamer.

She came in the next class with a puzzled look and handed him a five-thousand-word essay on the front of the Opera House on the main street of Bozeman, Montana. “I sat in the hamburger stand across the street,” she said, “and started writing about the first brick, and the second brick, and then by the third brick it all started to come and I couldn’t stop. They thought I was crazy, and they kept kidding me, but here it all is. I don’t understand it.”

Neither did he, but on long walks through the streets of town he thought about it and concluded she was evidently stopped with the same kind of blockage that had paralyzed him on his first day of teaching. She was blocked because she was trying to repeat, in her writing, things she had already heard, just as on the first day he had tried to repeat things he had already decided to say. She couldn’t think of anything to write about Bozeman because she couldn’t recall anything she had heard worth repeating. She was strangely unaware that she could look and see freshly for herself, as she wrote, without primary regard for what had been said before. The narrowing down to one brick destroyed the blockage because it was so obvious she had to do some original and direct seeing.

– Robert Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (1974)

Ok, enough padding already! Put simply my project is to pick one specific location in Amsterdam (or alternative city as my movements dictate) and write one post at that location. There are no restrictions or requirements other than drawing inspiration from that specific location.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions so here’s the rub: one post every Sunday evening starting this Sunday. Bam!