Zoo

Yesterday I decided to watch the last three episodes of Nikita, including the season finale. We used to watch the original series all the time. Years and years ago when we were still living at my parents’. This new series is very much alike. Nikita has escaped from the secret government agency Division and tries to bring it down. A lot of mindless violence and unexpected, unrealistic plot twists. Just something to watch for the sexy people with weapons. Three episodes of this stuff is too much. I should try to do what I want to do. Get intellectually stimulated and actually do things. Instead of passively staring at the television. Once started I wanted to know how it would end. My body was itching all over telling me that I didn’t like watching this. I felt hot and took off my clothes. I opened the door to the garden, making sure that the door to my bedroom was closed so that the cat couldn’t get out. Then, a cute female cat came to sit just outside of the window. My cat (I call him Kat) got very exited. Noticing the one door closed he did something very clever. He walked away from the window and via the bathroom got into my bedroom (I thought I also had blocked that route) and into the garden. Meanwhile on television explosion was followed by explosion. I heard a sound and wondered where Kat was. He wouldn’t be outside, would he? I couldn’t find him. I got some food in order to lure him back. Luckily he hadn’t run off far. I had made it outside. He didn’t know what to do. I could just grab him.
My heart raced and didn’t stop racing till long after I went to bed.

This should teach me to watch a television show that’s just B violence. I knew I didn’t want to watch it.

Yesterday and today I went to Artis Zoo. Yesterday actually was too warm, today was just right. I finished the book Why be happy when you could be normal (Jeanette Winterson). It is kind of an autobiographical follow up to the semi-autobiographical masterpiece Oranges are not the only fruit. It is about finding yourself, mothers and adoption. Lots of intertextuality with references to her own work, feminism, philosophy, psychology and the great works of literature. I want to read and learn.

It is nice, reading in the zoo. One of the main advantages is that there are no dogs. You can sit outside and enjoy nature without having to be scared of being approach by are barked at by a dog. Another plus is that you are among people. In some way making you fell less alone.

The most impressive animal I saw wasn’t even alive. The famous Hippo Tanja lived to be 49 years old. Generations grew up with Tanja and I always loved to go see her. When she died it made the national news. Now she has been mounted and put on display in a special hippo exhibit. It is her actual skin and it is amazing. Also, her actual skull is on display. I almost got emotional. She gets the honour she deserves.

I love going to Artis. I should go there at least once a week, weather permitting.