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Daze of our lives...

All sorts of nonsense happens in the course of the day... good, bad, indifferent... whatever. Thoughts spring to mind, shit happens, things work out, but often don't... usually I have no idea of what's going to happen beforehand and perhaps its better that way. Anyway, just a little of what's going on and a way of clearing my mind... Read on at your own risk.

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OK, not all that much to tell... just a slightly insane, very tired but reasonably perceptive guy who's life is filled with "why's" and never knowing why...

Friday, September 30, 2005

People in crisis

It's so strange the way our minds can control the ways our bodies act and react. I've just spent several hours at my neighbour's place, trying to bring her back down to reality and hardly succeeding. One of the worst panic attacks I've ever seen took hold of her, just after dinner this evening. She'd called just before I got home, we agree'd I'd come along after dinner, but by that time things were getting totally out of hand...

We've been looking after her a little for the last eight months or so since her husband died, but after having had a particularly bad scare with what transpired to be a benign tumour in her breast she just has freaked out about her place in life, the world and what's left of her family, running completely out of control until the amublance and crisis team people turned up.

The worst thing is that I didn't have a clue as to what I should be doing, besides listening and offering the perfunctory "yes"es and "no"s along the way. I have a First Aid certificate, but don't know how to deal with somebody who's reproaching themselves for all the things they've convinced themselves they've done wrong in the course of their lives. We all make mistakes, we all have things we're definately not proud of but sometimes those (well-meant) negatives just take on a life of their own...

Its so sad, and I feel so sad too...

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Colour my world


Helpdesk? Lovely euphemism that...

Hmmm... it's rapidly turning into "one of those days". I don't think it would be very wise to go complaining at the moment though...

Bad start

I don't think there are worse ways to start a day... the coffee machine is acting really strange. Aaarrrggghhhh!!!!


Just hope it doesn't get worse though...

Thursday, September 29, 2005

You can't have it all


Sounds a bit like us people sometimes, don't you think?...

Please pass the Babel fish

Received this morning, by email...


The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the European Union rather than German, which was the other possibility.

As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5-year phase-in plan that would become known as "Euro-English".

In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c". Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy.

The hard "c" will be dropped in favour of "k". This should klear up konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.

There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with "f". This will make words like fotograf 20% shorter.

In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.


In other words, stick it in your ear...

Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.

Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent "e" in the languag is disgrasful and it should go away.

By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".

During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou" and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl riten styl.

Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.

Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst plas.

If zis mad you smil, pleas pas on to oza pepl...

Well and truly on top of things


Or was it... labouring under a misapprehension :P

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Once upon a time there was a country, hidden behind a wardrobe in a spare room. The country was Narnia, the creation of the writer C.S. Lewis and the books he wrote were among my favourites in my childhood.


The stories of Aslan, the lamp-post, a White Witch, all sorts of wierd and wonderful creatures and the four children in a make-believe but very real world gripped me and although some of the seven books were better than others, they were a believeable cycle of stories.


The film is to be released soon here in the Netherlands, one I'm looking forward to, together with the kids. From what I've seen of the trailers, it's been very well done.


The writer himself, at work

A lot of people have been inspired by the books of C.S. Lewis, including those who are interested in fantasy art... here's one of the better efforts...

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Update...

The tree is still where it was left a few months ago... apparently the chain seems to have helped ;-)

The faces of type

One of the things I deal with almost daily, is how text and form are combined. Each typeface is different, each has its own character and I have a couple of personal favourites (although I really shouldn't I guess...).

Here's one of them... the Carolina, based on a mediaeval script which is very useful for some of the quieter, more elegant pieces of work.

Light in the darkness

I leave home early every morning around 6.10 a.m. It's a nice and quiet time of the day with practically no traffic and few people to be found on the streets at that time. I enjoy my walk to the station, through the deserted streets and make the most of my 20 minutes just looking around and rediscovering a world that can be peaceful when we're usually not looking.


This morning was very clear, with a crescent moon hanging above the horizon close to Saturn and the constellation of Orion shimmering brilliantly above a world still asleep.


Time lapse photo in which the dust clouds are also visible...

The human eye is so inefficient at these moments... the information gathered so fleeting and partial, we have no idea of the colour and beauty to be found in the heavens.


Photo of the Orion Nebula, made by the Hubble Space Telescope.

And yet, here on Earth too and using the same time lapse techniques as with the telescopes, a whole new world opens up before us, one as yet unknown.


I used to make photos like this years ago, with a camera on the roof of the house or at a lookout far above the city... the random trails working together to create a masterpiece in light and form. Beauty hiding quietly in the most unsuspected places...

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

The Zen Garden



Places of quiet, concentration and contemplation...

Photo gallery, in colour

Hip hip hooray



Today's Google's 7th birthday... lets hear three cheers for a truly formidable search engine (which also owns Blogger, incidentally)

Monday, September 26, 2005

The Bra Fence

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(dedicated to all people with a sense of humour...)
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The original story...

A New Zealand farmer is resisting demands to take down hundreds of women's bras adorning a fence on his South Island property.

The idea was born five years ago when four women from the nearby town of Wanaka returning home from a night at the pub removed their bras and strung them up.


Since then, local sheep farmer John Lee has become the unofficial guardian of the site. Women passers-by have since added their own to the fence, gaining it worldwide publicity.


Now authorities in the Wanaka District are to spend thousands of dollars on road works to cater for the thousands of passing motorists who stop to photograph the "Bra Fence."

But Wanaka Community Board believes some locals are fed up with the unlikely tourist attraction. "It was probably a novelty for the first six months but I think it's passed and we need to move on," said chairman Bill Gordon. Another reason cited for taking down the fence is that it offends Asian and South African residents in the area.
(perhaps they could just be called UFO's... Unmentionable Feminine Objects if we're going to be so bloody politically correct about something that half the adult population doesn't think twice about... come on, let's be just a little bit sensible here...)

John Lee defended the bra-adorned fence, saying 90 per cent of letters he receives about it are supportive.


I thought it were the bras that were supposed to be supportive...

He said it was the most photographed attraction in the district.

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short update: snipped from somewhere on the internet, date uncertain...

NEW ZEALAND - Bras are being used for a different kind of support by a farmer in New Zealand. John Lee started putting bras on the fence of his farm as a joke, but the 66-year-old says he is now receiving undergarments from all over the world.


Passing female motorists have even been known to get out of their cars, strip off their tops and adorn his famous fence with their bras. But thieves raided the bra fence three times in 10 days leaving him virtually bra-less.

He is now securing his bras to the fence using rabbit netting. He had 165 undergarments at the last count. "If these ladies keep sending me their bras I feel honor-bound to put them on the fence," Lee concluded.


Fence owner John Lees

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Another update: snipped from the Otago Times.

Cardrona: Brazen brassiere bandits have uplifted one of the Cardrona Valley's tourism icons.

More than 200 bras, right down to the last D cup, have been snipped off the bra fence, leaving just posts, wire and rabbit netting.

Waiorau Snow Farm owner John Lee was alerted to the undergarment theft just hours after it happened.

Yesterday, Mr Lee could only stand and stare at bare fence wires and ponder who might have done the dastardly deed.

He suspected the bras had been stolen between 8am and 10am yesterday, as snow farm staff had seen them there in the morning.

Whoever took the bras may have a short-lived freedom, as Mr Lee has posted a $500 reward for information leading to the culprits.

"I will donate $500 towards the Cure Kids cause," he said.

Earlier this year, the fence had been blessed by a visiting American minister.

Bras had been appearing on the fence from just after Christmas until February, when about 130 disappeared.

Mr Lee was unperturbed as more bras were hung on the fence, reaching about 280 bras, from functional sports models to enticing lace evening wear.


There had been the occasional theft, but nothing untoward.

Since the bras first appeared, Mr Lee estimated he had given more than 80 radio, television, newspaper and magazine interviews to media around the globe.


Most of the bras had been left by passing travellers but many had arrived in the mail from places like Napier and Timaru, Colorado, Germany, the United States and Israel.

"Never anything from the cities like Auckland or Wellington," he quipped. "I had a lovely green one there from Germany.

"Whoever did this has been pretty determined. They have pulled off the rabbit netting to get to them."

Not that the bras would be of much use, as the thieves had left behind at least one of the shoulder straps.

Wanaka police have been notified of the disappearance.


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Yet another update: February 13th 2006 snipped from www.stuff.co.nz

A Cardrona Valley ratepayers and residents association survey had come out in unanimous support of the valley's iconic bra fence to stay as it is, chairman John Scurr said yesterday.

A letter from the association asking that the bra fence be allowed to stay would be on Queenstown Lakes District Mayor Clive Geddes's desk today, Mr Scurr said.

"We've asked for it to stay as long as there is some caretaking of the fence. We don't want it getting higher, longer or suddenly being filled with boots and knickers as well. But it should stay because it's become part of the valley."

A row over whether the fence, with hundreds of bras tied along it, has been brewing for more than a year.

This was after lone objector, Andre Prassinos, an American who lives part of the year in Wanaka, started his solo campaign to get the council to remove the fence, saying it was a "potential traffic hazard" , Mr Scurr said.


Within a few months of his (Mr Prassinos') objection the council organised the building of two traffic lay-bys so that motorists who wanted to take pictures of the fence could pull off the road safely.

Fence owner John Lee said the two lay-bys were not funded by ratepayers.

"It cost $12,000 and $6000 was from a special Transit New Zealand safety fund and the other $6000 was paid by me," he said.

The lay-bys had now been in place for more than a year, he said.

But last week Mr Prassinos urged the council again to get rid of the bra fence, saying it was "a growing eyesore" , Mr Lee said.

Two weeks earlier, Mr Lee's Queenstown lawyer, Warwick Goldsmith, had told council the fence wasn't actually on Mr Lee's land; that it was 8cm inside public road reserve.

Mr Lee said he was now being asked by council to apply for a licence to have the fence on the road reserve.


But a year ago, when the row first blew up after the complaint, he had been asked by the council to apply for resource consent for the fence, he said.

"That's when they thought it was on my land," he said.

About three or four years ago Mr Prassinos, who owns property nearby, had asked him for free access to a road on his (Mr Lee's) property but he had declined, Mr Lee said.

"And I won't comment about it any further just now."

Mr Scurr said the bra fence had started in the new year of the new Millenium.

"Four Wanaka women who had been at the Cardrona hotel celebrating decided the millenium should be liberating for all women so took their bras off and hung them on the fence across the road," he said.


Since then hundreds more bras had been draped along the fence including some from a farmer in the Maniototo whose wife had died. He sent a parcel with four bras in it to John Lee to "be hung in memoriam to his wife" .

See also Bra stories on the Waiorau Snow Farm site.

A child's question


Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter,
When the promise of a brave new world,
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?


Pink Floyd / The Wall

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Some delightful artwork was found here, this evening...
thoughtprovoking, surreal,
a delicate mixture of Escher, Magritte and Dali...



Mica's morning (and afternoon)


Who, me... hyperactive?

Still life

Saturday, September 24, 2005

An amazing day...

It's been a long, tiring day but one totally fulfilling. Today was the demonstration in The Hague against a government that is hell-bent on destroying any kind of social conscience... instead of realising that the people of the country, and especially those less well-off, have particular needs of their own.



I'm so freakingly tired at the moment, I've spent most of the evening working out photos, which I've placed on my website.



There were so many people belonging to all kinds of organisations, as well as those who are just concerned citizens wanting to raise their voices. Also, a large number of asylum seekers who are in deep trouble at the moment because of the sharpened but haphazard policies of the Immigration department.


Me and a friend, this afternoon...
(photo made by Lynn)

Friday, September 23, 2005

Books galore...

I just found a totally amazing site this evening, at least for me because I'm obsessed by books, design and typography in the broadest sense.



The British Library has put up a site on which original manuscripts of certain books can be viewed, amongst others Lewis Carrolls "Alice" books and the Leonardo da Vinci's sketches. You can find it here, at Turning The Pages



It was a real eyeopener, for sure... hope you like it too...

N.B. you need a Macromedia Shockwave plugin for your browser to be able to use this site).

Where are you?



I heard your voice as a whisper in the wind;
I almost didn't hear it at all...
for it was light and soft.

You called my name, I turned around-
but you were nowhere to be found.

I know you're far away, you see,
but in my heart you're here with me.

The wind can fool the mind and heart
When whispered lightly in the ear...

And what it really did to me
was bring a rush of tears.

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Author unknown

The last of the summer sun

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Dead end

It's one of those days again. After having slept badly, restlessly and apprehensively I woke up with such a feeling of preoccupation and pain in my abdomen, my f*ing stomach in knots.

I had a really strange dream this morning, just before I'd be supposed to be getting up at 5.30. I was in some sort of underground building, dimly lit with a number of people, about 30 or so. There were all sorts of corridors going in all directions, but most of the time we just stayed in a small square where some of the corridors radiated from. Some of the people I knew, others were strangers and there was some kind of meeting going on.

Suddenly, one of my "colleagues" started running down one of the corridors and disappeared into the darkness. Other people silently left the square, going off into rooms that ajoined the square or also walking slowly into the corridors until there were only about 7 or eight of us left.

At that point, the woman who was standing next to me, took me by the arm and told me that there was nothing to be worried about, that everything would be fine and I took her hand and we played with each others hands in the way you'd do with somebody special but when I looked up, everybody else had gone as well.

The light became dimmer and the air became thicker and warmer. A breeze started blowing through the corridors and it started blowing harder and faster and we had no idea of which way we were supposed to be going. I don't know where she went to and suddenly the light failed altogether, leaving me alone in the darkness with the wind howling furiously around me.

I woke up at that moment, feeling sick unable to shake the sadness from me and hurting. I called in sick at work, something I almost never do. I've very rarely felt this terrible and even typing right now is costing me more effort than I really can afford. I still need to eat something but can't bring myself to do so yet.

Damn, I wish these things wouldn't happen. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it...

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Drifting through the city

Out for lunch...


Hehehe... does wonders for a person at times...

Monsters under the bed?

Poor Lynn's been sleepwalking again the last few days, having difficulty getting to sleep in the first place and being extremely restless. She usually comes downstairs once or twice a night and doesn't really know what she's doing half the time... not that she does any really strange or dangerous things but just walks around, mumbles a bit in the bathroom and then goes back upstairs after 10 minutes or so.



One thing I do know for sure though, I think part of her problem lies in the things she's been reading and watching on TV. She tends to be interested in all sorts of things concerning mysticism and magic, "black arts", witchcraft and horror stories and I think it's affected her to the extent that there's always an undercurrent of tension and nervousness in her life.



I've tried to get her talking about it, with varying degrees of success at different times, but she doesn't want to let loose of her own fantasy world, something I can understand but I try to convince her that if her interests are making life difficult for her, she'll have to re-examine them at some point. We talk a lot, we understand each pretty well, but as a parent (and father) I'm still finding it difficult putting myself in her shoes...

Happy 13th

Today's Amy's 13th birthday... a day she's been looking forward to for ages and is feeling a little bit nervous about.


A card I made a couple of years ago, one of a series based on childrens drawings.


Every much the adolescent nowadays, she's pretty unsure of herself as befits her age and is occasionally a bit moody. She has a sweet nature, resembles my grandmother in many ways (in attitude then) and has a bit of the same ridiculous sense of humour as myself.


Being silly in the garden, Summer 2003.


I'm going to do my best to get off early this afternoon... couldn't easily arrange a day off as I'm in the middle of a couple of projects claiming too much attention at the moment.


Three cheers for Amy... hip hip, hooray.
(I wonder where the other candles have gotten to...)

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Hmmm... my inner child?

Just found this little quiz this evening... I wonder how I managed to come up with this result, it's nothing like me :P




Your Inner Child Is Naughty



Like a child, you tend to discount social rules. It's just too much fun to break the rules!
You love trouble - and it seems that trouble loves you. And no matter what, you refuse to grow up!

Musical interlude


I don't dare think what they'd use for accompanying instruments...

A quiet corner in Amsterdam

Once again, one of those little spots that leave you amazed at the beauty to be found just a few steps away from the busiest streets in the city...

Of chestnuts and steam trains

It's a bit of a tradition by now, going off hunting for chestnuts at the end of the summer. We've been doing that for years, ever since Lynn was small, walking along some of the inner city streets and collecting as many as we can.

We went there again last Sunday afternoon. We were a little bit late this year and missed the weekend that most of them had fallen so our only choice was going to the Roman Catholic cemetary where some of the largest chestnut trees I've ever seen, grow.



It's a beautiful cemetary really, nowadays very well kept but in the past badly run down and neglected. There's a little chapel in the middle, which was built at the end of the 19th century and some of the oldest gravestones are dated around 1850.



The cemetary hadn't been used for burials since 1969 but recently the council, together with the Catholic church, resumed its upkeep, removed a good number of disused plots (how can a burial plot be "disused" :P) and its been in use ever since then.

Its a lovely, quiet place to be in... far removed from the things we imagine to be important and a place of rest in more than one way.


This was part of our loot for the day :P


On our way back to the car, we passed a steam train, one of those belonging to the Museum Steam Tram line Hoorn-Medemblik, a well preserved collection of locomotives and carriages used here in the area during the last 150 years.



Although I've lived here in Hoorn for the last 21 years, I still have never taken the time to take the trip by train along the 40km from Hoorn to Medemblik... my daughters have done that several times, on school excursions and such.

Perhaps a good idea for next spring...

Monday, September 19, 2005

Surprise a tack

A question of perspective

Moon light, moon bright

This morning, shimmering in the dawn, the moon in all her beauty looked down upon a waking world. I can well imagine why people throughout history have been so moved by her appearance in the sky... there's something so beautiful, mysterious and moving in the delicate whiteness.



Selene, the bright and clear goddess of the Titans, who shines down with her soft light, inspiring writers, painters, thinkers and lovers by her beauty...




And even now, in a frantically over-civilised world, she still brings peace and reflection on all those who care to bathe in the clear light, accepting the here and now of just being.



When I was a teenager, I spent hours looking through telescopes in wonder at a universe so unbelievably beautiful. I'd climb up on to the roof of the house and just watch the stars of the southern skies, imagining that I might go to the moon myself some day and leaving the earth behind me...



Keep well...

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Nemesea at night

Once in a while, I take a time-out and go and do something I just like for the sake of it... I'm fascinated by gothic-symphonic metal and went off with a couple of kids and their parents to a concert in Manifesto yesterday evening. The last time I was there, was for Epica in March with more or less the same people as this time...



The main band this time was Nemesea, a fairly new group with a distinctive sound, a little along the lines of the better known "Within Temptation".


The vocalist...



... who is responsible for some of the most amazing vocals I've heard in a long time.



Cover of their CD, released last year...


Earlier in the evening I was startled by a German pagan metal group
XIV Dark Centuries who have created a fascinating mixture of mediaeval and metal themes through their music. Occasionally a little too forced, the use of tonal modes also used in secular music of the Middle Ages are powerful in combination with 21st century electronic violence.



Should do this more often really.. it's good for the soul but rough on the ears ;-)

Pizzas in progress

Although it was Katies birthday more than a month ago, we took the time this Saturday to celebrate her birthday together with a couple of friends of hers.

She's getting to the age now that she doesn't want the "little kids" kind of parties, so we organised a "sleep-over" for the night (or whatever they're called these days). The kids arrived around 17.00 and we got down to making some pizzas, a collective effort with interesting results.


Getting organised.


There was just a little bit of extra organising to do this time, in that one of the girls is vegetarian, two are muslim and another has an allergy list the length of one's arm so trying to find an acceptable compromise all round was challenge...


One of the efforts, halfway there...


Dividing the action into three separate pizzas, the girls were occupied for a while making their own dinner and getting themselves into a totally silly mood... fooling around with food seems to have a special attraction with kids, don't ask why but making everything and getting it cooked in the oven took a lot longer than the actual eating of them.



The rest of the evening/night was spent watching films... Harry Potter part 1, "A Series of Unfortunate Events" and a Dutch film "Polleke" took them deep into the night. I had no idea that 9 year olds could stay up so late... I went off to a concert with Lynn, Odilia, her boyfriend and her mother and came back at about 2 a.m. and they were still at it.

I joined them for a short while and watched Jim Carrey playing "Count Olaf" but I seemed to be in worse shape than they were so I left them to their own devices after half an hour... from what I heard, they finally fell asleep about 4 a.m.

And guess who the first ones were to wake up in the morning, at almost 8 a.m.... we had a couple of pretty wrecked kids who nevertheless had enjoyed themselves thoroughly :D

Friday, September 16, 2005

Somebody special...


If
I were a person
and not of stone,
I would wish you all,
to surround me...


We all need a special somebody, who'll live and laugh with us, who'll fight and make peace with us at the right times, who'll let you down but also pick you up when you need that most, who'll hold you tight or let you loose at just the right moments... giving friendship freely, no claiming, no demanding, just giving you peace of mind knowing you're safe. Somebody who cares, you can talk with or who'll just listen, not judging.



Keep well...

Short service announcement

Once upon a time on an ark...

Late summer shots

These will probably be the last of the summer shots I fear.



It's been raining since yesterday, autumn is progressing at an alarming pace these last few days... days are getting shorter and cooler, the city quieter.


So quiet...

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Virtually at home

Phew, one of those rush mornings when things are usually so quiet... telephones, one after another, problems needing tackling, rush job to be done before 9 a.m. (already done) and a pile of other nonsense I haven't even looked at yet... sigh, it's going to be one of those days again...



Lots of email this morning... it's amazing how small the world is becoming and how quickly we can get and keep in contact with each other. There used to be a time I was absolutely devoid of any information about friends and family in Australia, needing to wait ages for the occasional letter and feeling totally stranded here. All you need to do now is push a few buttons, type to your hearts content and you can contact anybody, anytime, anywhere.

Ali la Loca in Mozambique coined the phrase "the 21st century nomad", of people travelling everywhere and anywhere on the globe yet creating a virtual world for themselves that straddles continents.


Morning on Mars



Nevertheless, I suspect the loneliness has only increased in the meantime as well... an overload of digital information separating one from the real world around him/her. The amount of (self-)absorbtion in one's own private world estranging one from the realities more directly at hand.



Would anybody care to share their feelings on this issue? It's occupying my mind a little at the moment. Keep well...

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Liz's list

LizzieDaisy was in a bit of a nosy/curious mood (as she says herself) and put together a question list all of her own. I promise, this will be the last one for the time being although I'm getting to like filling them in... I'm wondering if anybody will take this one on as well, as I'm a bit of a curious blighter myself ;-)

1. How many languages do you speak? :)
Not enough to make myself be understood half the time... English, Australian, Dutch, double Dutch, French, German and some Russian. Misunderstandings abound...



2. a) What is the link to your favorite blog (besides mine of course!)?
Don't have any particular favourites... every blog I read has its own special qualities... (no, not a cop-out, see below).

b) And to a cool website?
Astronomy Picture of the Day with the most fantastic pictures occasionally.



3. Where is the best place you've ever been on vacation?
It's a close toss between Romania, on the Black Sea coast and France, in the Jura. Mostly nowadays anywhere I can plant myself and just read a book undisturbed is holiday worthy of note.


This would be a nice place to visit too... Angkor Wat in Cambodia


4. How many thongs do you own? Teehee...
Approximately none ;-) Incidentally, in Australia thongs are things you wear on your feet (as in toe-slippers) so I'm always giggling a bit when you Americans start talking about thongs...



5. Why do you read other people's blogs... do you look for specific content (quizzes, funnies, sex stuffs, etc) or do you tend to get addicted to someone's site and stick around and read whatever they post?
I like to get to know the people behind the blogs by their writing... some are funny, some sad, some can be difficult and querulous, some unreservedly introspective, some are of the "gee, look at me, I'm blogging too" category but hilarious in their earnestness.
There are a lot of amazing insights to be found if you read carefully and between the lines I see that so many of us have so much in common, that life is just pure shit at times but the blogging thing can be a kind of support system, both personally (getting things out of the system, identifying and addressing problems) and collectively (giving others the feeling that we're all in this together, in whatever ways).

I really should update my blogs worthwhile list though, haven't done so in a very long time... need to add a lot of new ones and scrap a couple I don't read any more (...writes the 872nd entry into his to-do list...)

6. How old were you when you had your first kiss (like a real kiss, not in Kindergarten while playing house)?
Ohhh... that's difficult, there are so many variations on that theme although I could safely say that the earlier primary school years were a bit too innocent to really count and by the time I got to the age I wanted to the gender lines were very strictly enforced. I was twelve or thirteen... we had a thing going for a week or two, both of us very inexperienced and very unsure of ourselves...



7. What is your favorite techie item that you own?
I'm really not into techie things really, although I own and enjoy using several computers. They're more tools for me though, I don't interest myself in them for their own sakes. If anything, I enjoy using a fountain pen more because they're so lovely to write with...

8. What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten?
Barbequed snake would come close and otherwise yabbies caught in a mountain stream, way above the tree line.

9. What kind of pets do you own?
I have three daughters, each of which has their own preferences. At the moment it's fairly quiet... we have one kitten (Mica), one mouse (Kyra), two goldfish (Blub and Hermelien), two ex-hamsters and and ex-cat in the back yard.



I have a block of wood called Albert, but that's a story I'm saving for later in the year...

10. What are your favorite a) non-alcoholic, and b) alcoholic drinks?
For some reason I always seem to be mixing the two up... usually mineral water and beer in the summer, red wine or vodka in the colder months.



I think I'll tag Jade and Cheryl for this one... this should be interesting ;-)

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Time out

Just a couple of random shots in a brilliantly warm September sun. The city is beautiful for the time of year, the leaves are starting to turn brown, the greens are full and wholesome, but tired as if waiting for autumn to set in.





A hard days night...

It's been one of those nights again. I came home late after a meeting, took a little time to wind down and finally ended up in bed just after midnight.

That seemed to be starting shot for a collective family walkathon/talkathon which seemed to have lasted all night. My partner discussing who-knows-what in a totally unintelligable language which I managed to disrupt occasionally by just giving an answer which was probably misunderstood and needed thinking about. At least it was quiet for a while....



All my daughters seem to be good at sleepwalking occasionally. Katie's probably the best by now... we've already had to bolt the front door's since she's tried going outside in the middle of the night, as well as once deciding it would be a good time to take a shower (at 3 a.m. or so) and conveniently forgetting she's still in pyjamas etc. Lynn was up and down the stairs several times for reasons I failed to understand, but I didn't make much effort to be honest.



Amy's a talker as well, and was having a good chat with herself. She' started secondary school recently and I suspect she's having a little trouble adjusting although she doesn't want to admit it right yet. It seemed to be something to do with school, but I couldn't follow....



Somewhere between 2 and 3 a.m. Katie arrived and crawled up in between us. It never ceases to amaze me how much room a 9 year old can take up occasionally... arms and legs in all directions when she's restless and leaving us to do our own tricks to try to sleep.



The stupid thing is though... I nevertheless woke up feeling pretty relaxed and well slept this morning, reasonably on top of things up to now. Enough at least to feel up to the task of getting down and doing something serious... coffee's at hand, the radio's on and colleagues are starting to arrive.

One question though: what do sheep do if they can't sleep?

Monday, September 12, 2005

The other September 11th

Chile, 1973... the democratically elected and popular communist president Salvador Allende is killed during a CIA aided military uprising, with General Pinochet at its head.



Conveniently forgotten amidst the turmoil of the intervening years, there is still much debate as to what actually happened... take a look here for some extra info...

September 11th, again

Yesterday we remembered the tragedy of September 11th 2001. The world stood by and watched: shortly before an airplane had ploughed its way through one of the towers, now a second performed its work with deadly precision in front of the eyes of the world, extinguishing thousands of lives and destroying the feelings of collective security we might have had.



The sadness is apalling, even today, when considering what we lost at that moment. There are no words to express the loss of loved ones by so many people, of those who died at that moment for no other reason that terrorists needed to express themselves above and beyond the normal framework of useful dialogue.



I'll spare you my more cynical thoughts on the subject at the moment as I feel this to be ultimately disrespectful to the memories of those who died. I just hope that some day their deaths could be seen as the start of a process to eradicate terrorism for once and for always, in fundamentalist groups, industries and governments who handily manipulate the climate of fear generated to further their own interests.

An interesting concept which seems to have been forgotten...



Try it... you'll like it...

Friday, September 09, 2005

Who am I?

The most wonderful Jade passed on this meme to me whilst I was on holidays, and I only realised yesterday because I've been completely out of things this last week.

This is the "who am I" meme... a bit truncated perhaps but it's all I could come up with in the confusion of the last couple of days. Thanks Jade, it's a nice meme and one that got me reflecting and remembering.

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10 years ago:
i was 35 years old then, a new baby with all the attendant festivities, sleeplessness, helplessness... missing my father who'd just died shortly before.

5 years ago:.
The company I worked for folded, got unemployed, elated that the hell of a rotten job was over, apprehensive because I had no idea of what was coming... post-millennially optimistic...

Tomorrow:
saturday... gymnastics with Katie, delivering folders, collecting money for the Cancer Fund, the weekly shopping, need to buy clothes with Lynn, get some semblance of order into the back yard again...

5 snacks I enjoy:
- chicken tandoori,
- a good meat pie
- an honestly constructed salad
- the easy-way-out fish and chips
- the traditional dutch potato, two vegatable, meat (or vegetarian substitute) meal...

5 bands/artists that I know the lyrics to most of their songs:
- within temptation
- evanescence
- pink floyd
- genesis (the older stuff)
- enya (and by default, also clannad)

5 things I'd do with $100,000,000:
- make sure people in all developing countries have access to enough fresh water
- start education programs for children in sub-saharan africa
- lay the foundation for an enterprise to redistribute wealth across the world
- buy myself a state of the art computer, start some sort of business to generate at least enough profit to keep my inspiration and an enterprise running...
- learn to become myself

5 locations I'd like to run away to:
- home,wherever that might be by now...
- a place of total peace and freedom I've seen in my dreams and visions, but have no idea where that might be... (perhaps somewhere in a previous or pending life?)
- a cave on the shetland islands
- my bed, whenever the possibilities present themselves
- a place where I needn't feel that I constantly should be defending myself for being myself

5 bad habits I have:
- forgetting things I should have remembered
- remembering things I should have forgotten
- saying yes while i mean no
- not being able to make up my mind, seeing all sides of an argument
- going to bed far too late

5 things I like doing:
- staying up far too late, fiddling around on the computer
- being indicisive
- reading books and watching films
- being socially interested
- wondering why aardvarks/anteaters enjoy eating ants

5 thing I will never wear:
- a tie
- a thong (g-string or whatever)
- household slippers with rabbit ears
- "western" jackets with tassels
- a dress in the wrong colour

5 TV shows I like:
don't watch much television and don't ever really watch shows so I'll confine myself to series I've seen in the past and enjoyed:
- Sesame Street
- The Storyteller (with John Hurt)
- Charmed, because it's so tongue-in-cheek occasionally (this one's thanks to my daughters input)
- M.A.S.H.
- Star Trek

5 movies I like (amongst others):
- The Never Ending Story
- Edward Scissorhands
- Koyanisquaatsi
- A Clockwork Orange
- The Lord of the Rings cycle

5 people I'd like to meet:
- The Dalai Lama
- Bill Gates, (especially after his monumental appearance at Live8 last summer)
- Aristotle
- Jahawarlal Nehru
- myself

5 biggest joys at the moment:
- being able to go to sleep in a few minutes
- have good friends
- learning to understand myself
- a rainbow
- accepting that things are as they are...

5 favorite toys:
not toys as such... rather the real life things like computers etc...

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Jade... thank you so much

Places of beauty

Sometimes I'll find a quiet little corner, in the most unexpected places. Yesterday I finally ventured into the Amsterdam City Hall, just to take a look around since I walk past it every day and hadn't ever really bothered to look inside.



It was real eye-opener, so much green and a feeling of relaxation whilst some 50 metres away, outside the walls the daily hustle and bustle is being conducted in all ernestness.



I guess they got it right this time...

The plot thickens

At work we need a well developed sense of humour occasionally in order to survive. In between the chaos, daily irritations and frequent frustrations we always take the time to laugh together and poke fun at one another in whatever way.

The little things of the day become funny in their own way, in a way that people on the outside can hardly understand and leaving them a little puzzled at the word plays and double meanings we all know, appreciating the silliness as such.



I'd like to introduce you to Harry, our large format Hewlett Packard AØ plotter which was installed here years ago and which has served us well in the meantime. You'd ask yourself, why call a such a machine Harry?

Eh... it's like this... what do you call a HP plotter that plots... of course, you'd call him Harry Plotter.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Pass on the flame

Frère Roger passed away on August 16th last, murdered during mass at Taizé. I haven't been able to bring myself to write anything about it up to now as it was one of those events that filled me with great sadness and a feeling of loss.



If you've never heard of Frère Roger, don't worry... most people haven't either. He was one of those people who, quitely and almost invisibly had the power to move a generation of young people, encourage reconciliation between those who were unable to understand each other and tear down the walls of indifference and intolerance, in an environment devoid of preconceptions or anticipations.

 
Two of the stained glass windows at Taizé.


I stayed at Taizé for a week in 1980... an intensely moving experience for a young person trying to find his way around in a new world. The sense of togetherness was unbelieveable, the sharing was so natural and warming and we all intuitively sensed that this was a much more natural way of going about life than we'd been performing it up to then.


The altar, in later years.


The one moment that left the deepest impression was one of the last masses before I went back home. I was sitting a little higher than most others, in one of the wings of the chapel. It was almost dark outside and inside the lights were dimmed so that the only point of illumination was the alter. After the invocation, a candle was lit at the alter and passed on to the front of the congregation with the request to light two neighbouring candles (which we'd all received beforehand). From where I was sitting, the most amazing thing happened during the next hymn... a wave of light spread out in different directions and in different forms, fanning through the crowd in an almost surrealistic way until the whole chamber was filled with gentle, flickering flames of 2000 candles dispelling the darkness.

One of the candles has been extinguished... so many others continue to burn though in the way Frère Roger would have willed. Through his work the world has become a better place.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Alternative lunchtimes (yet again)


If your living room's too small, try it this way...

 



I wonder if medical students are supposed to be doing practicals during their lunch break...

Exhaustion


Mica, recovering from an afternoon of overactivity...

Miscalculation


Not only did the bank robbers overestimate the roadworthiness of their getaway vehicle, they managed to get themselves arrested by blatantly trying to repair it whilst in a "No Repairing Bicycles" zone, in direct contravention of several of the Amsterdam City Council ordinances (and making an unnecessary mess).

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Still life, on location


Still life, anno 1857

 



Still life, anno 2003

 

The Book Club Tag

Bokbok memed me on this book thing just before my holidays. I suspect I'm leading myself into a minefield here, but books are just so totally encompassing and ways of describing personal, social or human conditions that I've never been able to resist the charms laid before me.

I don't think there's ever been a period in my life that I haven't been reading. I learned early, my mother made sure of that and pretty soon I was reading anything and everything that was to be found. My parents were book-freaks themselves so I fear I've been compromised genetically.

What's in a book?
A Dutch writer once wrote (duh :P ) "Reading is thinking with somebody elses head" which for me sums it up pretty well. You get to explore new worlds, re-examine old ones, lose yourself in intriguing plots try to find your way around through unexpected frames of reference.

Number of books on the shelves:
Too many, and about a quarter of my collection can be found here... the rest are stored in the attic hoping for better days and more book space.



Those that I own or bought:
Practically all of them... won't go listing them here, otherwise I'll be typing for the rest of the day. Nevertheless, I always enjoy wandering through libraries and discovering new things worth reading about.

Here's a list of some of the books I have:
Far too much English literature, most genres from the Middle Ages up to the present, lots of science fiction and sociology books. A fair amount of Dutch literature also across most periods and genres although I'm most interested in the literary/art movements that erupted as reactions to both World Wars. Some religious texts, many reference books (dictionaries, encyclopedias, thesauri etc.)

Last few books that I bought:
Metamagical Themas: Douglas Hofstadter
Gödel, Escher and Bach: Douglas Hofstadter
Sleeping, Dreaming and Dying: (see below)
Causing Death and Saving Lives: Jonathan Glover
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, (all books bound in hard cover): Douglas Adams


Book that I'm reading now:
Hoop zonder illusies (= Hopeful, but realistic), a Dutch book describing the evolution of the Dutch Communist Party from the First World War up to the 1970's. An intriguing insight into a party and a movement that degenerated into a fringe group terrorised by a leadership which was less interested in forwarding the workers interests than maintaining power for itself.



Last few books read:
Sleeping, Dreaming and Dying, written by a workgroup of philosphers, neuroscientists, theologians and various academics from different disciplines, together with the Dalai Lama.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which was one of those books that leave me a little sad when I've finished because they've become such good friends for a while.



Thanks for passing this one on to me Bokbok, it got me re-examining a couple of things for myself along the way. I'm not going to tag anybody for this one, but if you feel the urge to splurge on your reading addiction(s) please feel free to do so ;-)

Monday, September 05, 2005

Readjusting

It's a funny feeling, after a couple of weeks of having been away, to land on my chair at work. I'd been a little apprehensive really, don't actually know why but I guess it's just one of those "letting go" kind of things... getting back into the daily routine and the mundane grind of things again.



The upside is, although I love my ladies very dearly, I'm glad to get myself out of the hen-house for a while. I used to say (as a joke) that I'd be going to my work to take a break but I suspect it wasn't altogether appreciated.



I wonder if this might be a little clue though... that and the hormones ;-)



OK, time for some serious stuff... shoes off, music on, coffee in hand...

(Bokbok, I'll get your book meme sorted out this evening... sorry for the delay)

Sunday, September 04, 2005

The day before tomorrow

I've finally managed to bring some semblance of order back into this household after the holiday upheaval... most of the washing has been done (god, mountains of the stuff), things have been tidied up and everybody's getting used to the fact that school and work will be starting again as of tomorrow (grumble, grumble). The two eldest girls get a slight reprieve... they have Monday off as well, and only books and schedules to be collected on Tuesday so that Wednesday is the first real day back at school.

One thing's for sure though... I'm so glad to be able to use my own, familiar keyboard again. Although the French language community have their own special reasons for putting even the most necessary and useful characters in totally different and unexpected places, I do seem to remember my making a few mumbled curses occasionally when dropping into the internet café and trying to write something sensible. I managed to control my internet/blogging addictions well, the laptop was hardly used at all except for the two days that we had a lot of rain so I let the girls watch a couple of DVD's I'd brought along (just for emergencies :D ). Strangely enough, one of the films I'd borrowed to watch, was "The Day After Tomorrow" which I suspect brings me back to the premonition thing I wrote about some time ago... strange coincidence at any rate.



The newest addition to the family arrived yesterday, brought by one of Amy's friends. Introducing Mica (pronounced as Meekah) who at four months of age is a real handful to handle... we haven't been used to an animal with so much energy for years since our old Tommie spent most of his time eating, sleeping and meditating on what he'd be doing next.

It's going to be a funny period these next few weeks... summer holidays were really late this year and it's almost like summer's just morphed into autumn within a couple of days. The evenings are getting shorter, some trees are turning brown already and the mornings are really fresh.

OK, now I just need to sort out my photos and get them posted soon. As I'd said, we've seen a lot these last few weeks, some 1500 years of history passing by at an astonishing rate and leaving one just a little dislocated at moments.

But that's just me I guess (sigh)... ;-)
Keep well.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

Not the Nine-O'Clock News

Holidays come and holidays go... such is the scheme of things and despite all regrets, reality returns with a vengeance...


OK, so this is reality too, near Verdun...

 


It's been a couple of good weeks away... relaxing and yet demanding in a way I'm not quite used to, confronting, exhilarating, disappointing, transforming... trying to combine the demands of family life, personal attitudes, metaphysical needs and an almost desperate longing to understand the human condition as it exists in the 21st century.



The hands that feed can also destroy...

 


I'll elaborate at a later stage... I'm still a little exhausted mentally from all the impressions of the last few weeks and although I'm thoroughly convinced it was totally worth the effort there is so much to be resolved in my mind, my soul and my being...

Keep well...