Blackout

Blackout!Miguel told me this wild, but true story about his day during the Spanish blackout a couple of month ago (April 28, 2025) that took over 10 hours to fix.

Blackout
It hits without warning. In the middle of the day, sun blazing, and suddenly the city plunges into darkness. At first, you think it’s just a normal outage, you experienced one of those a couple of years ago, and it took only a few minutes for things to return to normal. Then an hour passes. Still no power. The head of your department walks in to tell everyone they can go home.

You step outside and into chaos. The blackout isn’t just in your building, it’s everywhere. Subways have stopped cold. People are spilling out of underground stations, using their phones like torches. Traffic lights are dead, intersections jammed with cars and confused pedestrians. Buses aren’t running. Trams are frozen. The city feels like it’s holding its breath.

You look at your phone. The flashlight works, but that’s about it. No calls. No messages. No maps. Anything that requires a signal or a connection is gone.

Luckily, you live in the city. A brisk walk should get you home. As you start moving, a strange realization creeps in: you don’t actually know how to get there. You’ve always relied on public transport and your navigation app. The streets blur together without it. You stare at an old paper map someone hands you, but it’s just lines and symbols. Useless.

Then, a stroke of luck. An older colleague from the office overhears you. You tell him your address, and he nods, pointing you in the right direction with the kind of confidence that only comes from decades of walking the city. You follow his directions, uncertain at first. But as you get closer, landmarks begin to look familiar, a corner café, a mural on a wall, the curve of a street you’ve passed a hundred times but never really noticed.

And then… home.

You take the stairs to your apartment, again using your phone as a flashlight. The fridge is silent. The freezer is holding on for now. You sit in the dark living room, surrounded by quiet, and realize how much you’ve depended on invisible systems, and how quickly they can vanish.

Salt and shame

Salt and shame!Today I heard a funny story by a colleague. While on the beach an unknown dog approached and started to lick him. A funny story, and for me an inspiration for a new song. I asked an AI for a song text based on the following premise (my colleagues story, a unknown dog licked him, made a bit more interesting):

  • Lying on the beach, daydreaming. I notice someone approaching. A tender touch. I can hear her breath. Not sure if I’m dreaming, or my fantasy just became reality.
  • Lying on the beach, daydreaming. I feel her touch. She’s not afraid, takes initiative. Wet and warm, a subtle lick. Sunscreen being rubbed all over my back.
  • Lying on the beach, I keep my composure. My eyes closed, relaxed, enjoying the moment. My stranger took it to the next level. Cream all over my body, she licks me with passion.
  • Lying on the beach, I start to get doubts, could it just be a dream, the girl is simply to wild. Were on a public beach, she is doing things to me that are probably not legal outside the bedroom.
  • Lying on the beach, I open my eyes a little. I see my lover, but she is so close. I only see shades of black and brown as she licks me with passion, still rubbing cream everywhere.
  • Lying on the beach, I suddenly wake up. It’s a dog. Literally a dog, my dreams are shattered as reality slams into my mind. My daydream was really a unknown dog assaulting me. I feel terrible, dirty.
  • Lying on the beach, it gets even worse. The beach was packed. I look around, and see thousands of eyes, all looking at me. People laugh. People are disgusted. The dog is still here, on top of me. What now?

The result I got were some very nice lyrics, and together with a style indication: dream-pop, pop, rap, dark ambient. I used my suno account and got a very nice song.

Salt and Shame Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Sun-bleached sand beneath my skin
Lying here, letting daydreams begin
Lost in thought, a gentle haze
Then a shadow fell across my days
Someone near, a breath so light
A tender touch, bathed in sunlight.
Is this real? Or just a plea?
Fantasy unfolding over me.

(Verse 2)
Warmth spreads slow, a subtle grace
Fingers tracing time and space
Sunscreen scent, a summer kiss
A boldness I couldn’t resist.
Wet and warm, a playful tease
Rubbed all over, finding ease.
She takes the lead, no hesitant plea
This stranger’s touch awakening me.

(Chorus)
Eyes closed tight, surrender slow
Letting go of all I know
A rising tide, a burning heat
Is this a dream? Or bittersweet?
Something wild, something free
Lost in the moment, just her and me.

(Verse 3)
Doubt creeps in, a whispered fear
This feels too much to be held near
Public sand, a reckless game
Things she’s doing, whispering my name.
A line is crossed, a boundary blurred
Passion flares, unspoken word.
Licking slow, with fervent grace
Lost in shadows of her face.

(Verse 4)
I crack an eye, a blurry view
Shades of brown and black shine through
So close now, I can almost see
The intensity consuming me.
Creamy touch, a fevered plea
This isn’t right, it can’t be she.

(Verse 5)
I wake with a start, the spell is broke
Not a lover’s kiss, but a canine stroke!
A dog? Oh God, it’s truly true.
My daydream shattered, soaked in dew.
Dirty and raw, a shameful sting
This fantasy, a ridiculous thing.

(Verse 6)
But the worst is yet to unfold
A sea of faces, stories told.
Thousands watching, judging eyes
Laughter rings beneath the skies.
The dog remains, oblivious still
While humiliation takes its fill.
Stuck in place, what can I do?
Underneath a horrified view.

(Outro)
Salt and shame, on this crowded shore
A broken daydream, forevermore.

Coca Cola & Mentos fountain

The Cola Cola Mentos experiment is quite simple. Throw a couple of mentos in a bottle of Coca Cola and a huge fountain of cola will be the result. At least in theory. To Alex I had to explain that this experiment would be impossible to do inside the house. Everything would be covered in cola. This one needed to be done outside.

The somewhat disappointing result can be seen in the video below.

Strange boat

Weird ship!
How does a ship like this keep sailing? It looks like the ship is meant to carry some sort of load, but it seems to me the top of the ship is so heavy it will tumble over at the first wave.

Origineel toiletbordje

Hoge nood!Dit bordje kwam ik tegen in de jachthaven nabij ons huis. Blijkbaar toiletten voor als je echt moet. De afbeelding klopt ook wel, want als je in de buurt van al dat water moet, dan moet je! En bij hoge nood kan je niet anders dan je benen in een rare houding plaatsen.

Making sounds

Making sounds!
“making sound (gerucht) is forbidden”

ge-rucht (het ~, ~en)

  1. gossip
  2. any prodced sound, something breaking the silence

What does this Dutch sign mean. It says access prohibited. Clearly you cannot pass over the empty field of grass. But to prohibit making sounds? Are you not allowed to talk about the field of grass, or does any sound effect the empty field? I don’t know what it means and what’s the problem with some sound. Any ideas?…