GE Garages Brussels brings 3D printing closer than ever

I had the chance to visit GE‘s new R&D labor in Brussels. Besides having printed my first ever 3D, logo I have also learnt some interesting facts for women’s career choices and shifting skills.

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HOW INNOVATIONS CHANGE WOMEN’S CAREER CHOICES?

GE Garages Brussels
GE Garages Brussels

Noguchi Museum – the art gem of Greenpoint, Brooklyn

I was walking into Noguchi Museum without expectations and rather un-educatedly. I only knew that Noguchi worked with Martha Graham (my beloved modern dancer & choreographer) on a stage piece. It was a windy and cold day; and while my body wanted to warm up, my soul was keen to discover something new. Here is what I have seen:

Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Noguchi Museum, New York, Brooklyn – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)

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A Day Trip To Heaven: a Day Trip to Dover, UK

My relationship with Brussels is quite a roller-coaster ride, but one thing always adds to the up-rides: ‘Brussels is the center of Europe’. Of course not geographically, because that would be Budapest ( :) ), but in terms of accessibility. From day one I love that London, Paris, Amsterdam are just 2 hrs away; but going beyond the obvious, thousands of little gems also came to arm width by living here.

Though, there are countless list of travel blogs,  I hardly find inspiring sources once you made the obligatorily evident circle of Brussels, London, Paris, Amsterdam, Antwerp Bruges, Gent, Namur, Liege. Each time when I call up our best research buddy as to ‘what to see in Belgium’ / ‘what to see around Belgium’, the above formed list jumps up from millions of different url bases.

The list is certainly appealing but what if we have done that all? What if we want to explore more?  :)

Ever since I am living here, when someone decides to visit me I make one condition: ‘You must pick an other city than Bruges’ :) and I continue to dig further, look for exciting destinations within and out of the country.

Therefore, I have decided to share with you (slowly but surely) all the little trips I discovered and continue to do so from the center of Europe, from Brussels.

TRIP NR.1.

A day trip to Dover (UK)

Trust me, it is not a simple day trip, it is a trip to heaven, or if you have ever followed my so-beloved child series, Road to Avonlea, then this trip is a time-travel to Prince Edward’s Island, just in England (not to travel so much).

What you need to prepare for the trip?

  • check weather forecast and pick a sunny day. No need for 30 degrees, 20 is just perfect, but the chance of rain should be minimized
  • once you have a day, you will need to arrange transportation(s) (more in a bit)
  • you will need some comfortable hiking shoes, no, flip-flops will not make it. Me, who have wondered in forests on high-heels in my peak times, I am warning you: get a comfy shoes.
  • and you will need a jumper even if it says warm,warm,warm,

Thats about this! Once ready with this short-smooth checklist, let’s go and get some moments from Heaven.

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Is Jeff Koons an artist? (photo journal from the Whitney)

Two months ago I was still in my New York persona. No day passed without an attempt to soothe my thirst for art. I attended the controversial Jeff Koons exhibition at the Whitney Museum on its last day; both for the exhibition and the for the venue. Read my review here; or just enjoy the visual walk through the rooms and decide for yourself: is Koons an artist?

 

Jeff Koons at New York Whitney Museum - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Jeff Koons at New York Whitney Museum – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Jeff Koons at New York Whitney Museum - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Jeff Koons at New York Whitney Museum – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Jeff Koons at New York Whitney Museum - photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
Jeff Koons at New York Whitney Museum – photo credit: Virag Gulyas (giagotos)

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An icy afternoon in Greenpoint, Brooklyn … (photojournal)

Walk through Greenpoint, Brooklyn’s very Polish area in Black & White…

New York, Brooklyn - Greenpoint photo credit Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
New York, Brooklyn – Greenpoint photo credit Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
New York, Brooklyn - Greenpoint photo credit Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
New York, Brooklyn – Greenpoint photo credit Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
New York, Brooklyn - Greenpoint photo credit Virag Gulyas (giagotos)
New York, Brooklyn – Greenpoint photo credit Virag Gulyas (giagotos)

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Why I want a divorce from my temporary home, Brussels?

The infatuation with Brussels

“When is the time to leave a country that is your temporary home? When is the enough really enough? When is the point when you have to let go instead of trying? “

I have been living in Brussels for five years now. It was love at first sight. I loved the freedom that the city brought to my life: the endless lines of events, the pass to the European Institutions, making the names from my University books come alive right beside me, breathing the air of something new, something unknown, something exciting.

I spent my first three months mesmerised by each step I took. I was hungry for all what the new culture could give me. I loved that each interaction was an adventure whether my minimal French would make me go through or I needed to use all my body parts to pantomime what I want. I loved the mix of cultures that passed each other in seemingly flawless manners. I loved that no matter which street I turned into I was analysing the new snapshot with fresh eyes and fresh heartbeat.

I also loved that I understood nothing really about the things around me. Language barriers are blissful: they effortlessly censure the news of world for you. You only get to know what you really need to know or what you really want to know. For long I was telling my friends back home, how Brussels is the dream for me since people mind their own business and they don’t even gossip. Sweet naivety – sweet negligence of reality.

I was in love. Thus, I was blind.

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Where is the real reaction to the Pakistani school attack?

I was surviving an ordinary rainy day in Brussels. In fact I decided to use the metro as my shelter against the heavy drops that did not feel like stopping. While observing the grey faces that, I like to believe, might have just adjusted themselves to the grey day, twenty yellow vests started to blur in front of my eyes.

At this point, and due to the rather irritating fluorescing colour, I re-set myself to ‘be present’ mood.

The twenty vests identified twenty kids. All around age 6-7. All noisy and somewhat disorganised, and all fighting with the power of speed in a very clumsy way. I looked at these faces and though they were the only rainbows among the grey adult faces, a minute later I felt a wet drop rolling down on my face.

No, it was not a leaking metro ceiling; I was crying.

Twenty kids. Twenty, happy-faced kids.

Do you know how much twenty is if esteemed in space? I tell you: Twenty kids easily fill up half a metro car.

So how many metro cars would 140 kids fill up? Bizarre question, isn’t it? But I must raise this. It seems nobody really knows that 140 kids would fill in 3,5 metro cars.

Breathe and visualize.

Do you feel the drop rolling down on your face?

 If not, read on.

Yesterday’s breaking news was the following: Pakistan school attack in Peshawar killed 141 people.

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I refuse to encourage stupidity: I refuse to be trendy

Originally posted on The NYC Journal by Virag Gulyas:

Me in love with stage - until I got a uniform to wear
Me in love with stage – until I got a uniform to wear

People are not stupid, they just learn to act like that. I refuse to encourage stupidity. 

I came to New York to fly high. I came to New York to be encouraged to fly high. I came to New York to celebrate uniqueness.

I am exactly at the middle of my New York stay and I don’t fly: neither low, nor high. What is more, I am not encouraged to fly. I am not invited to celebrate uniqueness.

I am forced to wear uniform. I am encouraged to follow trends. I am coerced.

These three things make rush on my body instantly, dizziness in my head and loud yells in my heart. NO! NO! NO! 

As a ballet student, I was forced to wear uniforms (in and out), act according to the uniform, and be the uniform…

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why I wish I would be a guy

I would be Paul. Yes, my name would be Paul and I know it for sure, as a matter of fact. I was fourteen when on a rainy day nothing seemed more interesting than climbing up to our dim lit attic and play Sherlock Holmes without actually being asked to act as one. Opening boxes after boxes, I found out that I was named Paul.

But a few month later it turned out that Paul would not fit my external appearance so my parents, like it not, needed some adjustments. A gender-wide adjustment.

As a girl they put me to ballet schools. I enjoyed it, I guess. But I was only six, when I first wished: ‘if only I would be a guy’.

No, it is not the case when a soul lost direction and landed in a body that it shouldn’t have. And no, it never occurred to me to actually be a guy; I stopped at the silent whispers of: ‘if only’.

This if started to get stronger as I grew older and though me and my womanity arrived to a healthy relationship, some days, when my high heeled shaped legs draw more attention than my sharp mind, I whisper an if only between my lips.

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