Ferrari 468 Famigliale

Ferrari is not everybody's cup of tea, and let's face it: since Enzo Ferrari died the tea doesn't always taste that good. The tea that was almost shockingly bad taste to me came with the introduction of the Ferrari 612 Scaglietti. I'm sure it must be a hell of a drive, but why does it have to be so out of proportion?

So, what I did is look at it's purpose. What makes this car different from other Ferrari's? (you sure do not want to compare it to other families, do you?) The most essential difference is: it has 4 seats. So then, if you want 4 seats in a supercar AND your familyname is Ferrari, why would'nt you have the best of all?

As a familyman I thought the familycompartment should be bigger, to enjoy the ride more for everyone, and while doing that, get the shape more in proportion. Oh, and ehm, I took the 12 cylinder out and replaced it with a 4.6 litre 8 cylinder.

I wonder so much what Enzo Ferrari would think of that?

Zeistgeist is not Zeitgeist.

In a very short period of time the ignorance of the German language has lead to a new word on the internet. Instead of the word "Zeitgeist", the word "Zeistgeist" is used (you wouldn't tell me they're all typos, would you?...) and the amount of misuses today via Google reads 15.100. "Zeistgeist" means "the spirit of Zeist", which is me... Isn't that amusing and annoying at the same time?

Infinity.

One great thing of being a parent is having great discussions. It took me many years to accept that time doesn't have a beginning, nor does it have an end. It took so long because I wanted my mind to be able to realize, feel this infinity. Grasp it's essence. And after a long struggle I finally accepted that there are boundaries to what I can do with my mind. I came to terms with the idea that it's enough to be able to know the essence of infinity without being able to feel it. There never was a beginning in time, nor will there ever be an end. And there never was a beginning in space, and never will there be an end.
And then my son came. He was reading a script about time and started talking to me about it. "It feels strange in my head" he said, and then that he wouldn't accept it. He wouldn't accept that there never was a beginning. I let it rest. We'll see when the subject comes up again.