Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I love Amsterdam. I really do.
    But sometimes it's too much.
    Too beautiful, too picture-postcard, too toy-town.

    "Omygahd! That's sooo quaint. Do people really live in those houses!" you hear the tourists say.

    And they're right, it's too much. Sometimes.

    Sometimes Amsterdam reminds me of an old couple with a hobby.

    You know the type I mean. Respectable, retired couple. Have done their bit for soceity. Worked hard all their lives. Raised their children. Love their grandchildren.
    Have time on their hands, lots of time.

    So they take up a hobby.
    She dresses up dolls houses.
    He revives his childhood interest in model railways. They invest their time and energy and resourses in their hobbies. But you can only dress-up so many dolls houses and build so many railway bridges.

    Until one day they deside to join forces. Combine their efforts. With his wood-working skills he builds dolls house in very many styles, to keep it interesting. She paints and decorates them and dresses up the rooms. He uses his model-railway skills to build streets, complete with working street-lamps, quaint bridges. She makes model trees with tufty green 'foliage'. He links it all together with his newest challenge; waterways instead of railways.

    And there you have it. A hobby. A hobby-getting-out-of-hand:


    "Omygahd! That's sooo cute. Do people really live in those houses!"


    Which is why I love to turn a corner and see some new grafitti I haven't seen before.
    It's like a slap in the face.
    A breath of fresh air.
    A 'wow, I'm awake again' moment.
    I love grafitti. A little bit of aesthetic anarchy.

    Like this one for instance: consume!.

    There's good old colonel wotzizface dressed up in his pope-regalia as head of the new religion, inviting us all to join in its' mantra; consume! consume!. He's wearing a stole with the emblems of the big multi-nationals: MacDonalds, Coca cola, BP, Shell, Mercedes, Nike, Disney, Burger King.

    With his misformed Micky Mouse hand he offers us the promise of salvation, the cup of everlasting happiness, the holy grail:
    the most desirable possession, the forbidden fruit, the fruit of the tree of knowledge, the apple of Eden ; the apple of i pod, i phone, i pad, i am. Apple Macintosh.

    i phone therefore i am
    i shop therefore i am

    Kentucky fried chicken, anyone?

    with thanks to BuStArt
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.