Our weekly build-up of energy by serving you tea and coffee and spoonfuls of NFK-happiness and -love. And yes, all we need is you and coffee. (And tea. Some people prefer tea. Weird people.) Wednesday, 2.30pm. There will be coffee. There will be people (if you come). There will be sunshine and nice talking, preferably nothing philosophical. Take a break. Come to the lounge. — We also have an alternative Hans-text, for amateurs of his writing. Meaning all of you, of course. — Dearest foreigners, We hope the absence of a Coffee Break last week didn’t worry you too much. Despite the massive turnout last time, you haven’t broken the Coffee Break. We merely needed a week to reflect on the name. It was inappropriate, and even offensive to discriminate against such an important group of students. In no way did we mean to imply that tea drinkers are inferior to coffee drinkers. They might have been born that way; perhaps they physically can’t handle the bitter delight of that black liquid. So to show our appreciation for those tea drinking folk, we have renamed our weekly get-together the Caffeine Break. As ever (from now on anyway), Wednesday from 2h30 […]

“De Lente komt van ver, ik hoor hem komen” En tot lichtheid verwordt zij, de zwaarte van het leven, gevoed door het sluimeren van een existentialistische winternacht. “Lentelicht is nu gekomen, / eindelijk is het gekomen, / o laten we toch lachen / lachen zo licht als dagen, / want hij is er, hij is / en gij onz’ droefenis / val toch in tintellichttranen / als bleke vallende manen /stil in de lichternis.” Wij filosofen weten en vieren: bibo, ergo sum! De NFK Lounge wordt een échte loungeBAR deze woensdag. Drank (zware bieren, cocktails, frisdrank, wijn) aan belachelijk lage prijzen. Versnaperingen voor de hongerigen. Loungemuziek voor de luisterenden. Chillen, luieren, genieten. We zien je daar. Met een glimlach. (Met dank aan Herman Gorter) — Spring is near, and nearer every day. When daisies pied and violets blue, / And lady-smocks all silver-white, / And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue / Do paint the meadows with delight, / The cuckoo then, on every tree / Mocks married men; for thus sings he, / Cuckoo! / Cuckoo, cuckoo! – O word of fear, /Unpleasing to a married ear! We philosophers embrace this celebration of life, the coming of the light after a […]