Moments of complete apathy are the best for new creations.
~ Philip Breedveld
Who is this Philip Breedveld? I found the quote where I find all the epigraphs I use here at The Cheek, so I figured his must be a household name.
Alas, there is no philipbreedveld.com.
I searched for his books on Amazon and found nothing.
He doesn’t have a wiki.
So I tried Googling him.
Found a Photoshop Showcase featuring a possible Philip Breedveld sighting.
Also a LinkedIn profile of an architect named Philip Breedveld who lives in the Netherlands.
And then there’s this interesting possibility, a gentleman from the Philippines who, thanks to a “Master’s Course” taken through The National Board of Professional and Ethical Standards, is now able to . . .
. . . develop and use the power we all have within us–the power to BELIEVE and the power to DO! Now . . . people are turning to me looking to unlock that magic power in their minds called the subconscious. For whatever reason, stop smoking, losing weight without a diet, improving memory, or increasing their self-esteem, I am able to help them!
You know what, dear Tweaker? Whoever he is, Philip Breedveld can bite me.
This morning, when I posted this, I possessed a shred of hope. And you came through for me, posting encouraging comments and sending well-wishes. I dared to imagine, to dream the impossible.
Now? It’s all darkness and rain out my window.
I knew it was a long shot. And this evening? Confirmation. An email and a phone call and a “status quo” are what I have. There will be no offer worth considering “for the time being.” My old friend left the dugout, headed out to take a cut for me, and went down swinging. I thanked him for trying, told him I appreciated all he did on my behalf. When the time is right, perhaps he’ll step up to the plate again.
Until then, it’s back to the drawing board. Back to the dead end where feelings are blunt and emotions have lost their savor.
Tell me, Philip Breedveld, how this is a breeding ground for new creations? But you’ll have to do it for free . . .