June 12, 2005

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    It back. Again. And again.


     


    No, Ren嶪 hasn performed a black widow spider act on me, and I do realise Ie dropped from radar for a while, but believe you me, it was a kind of self-protection.  For the past few months, Ie been lamenting my fate because things were so hectic at work. They were in fact so hectic that apart from managing a nationwide intranet project, I also had to supervise the daily stuff, and handle some 500+ e-mails per day.  That, and some trillion other little details that deserved my undivided attention. All from behind two or more computer screens, which caused me to see pop-up windows in my sleep. So I took some time off from my existence online to recharge my mental batteries, did lots of research (there a PhD-thesis trying to get out), reading, walking, as well as some serious photography, and generally got in touch with real life again. Your comments however (you know who you are) and birthday wishes are greatly appreciated, and you all deserve much better than my rather abrupt silence for which I want to apologise. Thanks!


    The other thing which I felt I really had to blog about was brought to my attention by a very dear friend from my MDD-years who mailed me some ten days ago asking if I heard about 18-y/o Natalee Holloway from Alabama (http://edition.cnn.com/2005/LAW/06/11/missing.teen/index.html). Since it involves the sudden disappearance of a young US girl on the island of Aruba (http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/aa.html), a tiny autonomous overseas region of the Kingdom of the Netherlands in the Caribbean sea, and the involvement of amongst others the Dutch teenage son of a Dutch judge serving on Aruba, I thought I might add to the discussion, since it is my job to know a thing or two about Dutch criminal law procedures.


     


    As this moment, five suspects are being held in custody on this sun-drenched island that is almost synonymous with holiday, fun and recreation. A less well-known attraction for some are the drugs, smuggled in from nearby Colombia and Venezuela. For that reason, a contingent of Dutch marines (many of them US-trained) is stationed permanently on the island, to prevent the coke cartels from taking over the place. So far, theye been pretty successful, effectively deterring drug criminals from turning Aruba into a staging area for US-bound transports.


    I don know about the internal US news coverage but my guess is that this case has a pretty high profile in the media. It was featured on CNN, NBC and BBC World News on our cable. In contrast, our pwn media treat it as et another?murder case on the other side of the world (from our perspective anyway), only of interest because the teenage son of a Dutch judge is involved. The Dutch don particularly care for the plight of their brethren rotting in overseas jails, nor are they particularly keen on abduction and murder stories in far away countries, unless the hype reaches OJ Simpsonesque proportions.


     


    When Natalee disappeared, she was accompanied by Joran van der Sloot (pron.: sl-ooh-t ?with a longish oh?sound, not o?as in oodles ?as yet, no US-network commentator seems to have picked up on that one), and two Surinamese brothers. This isn too surprising since Surinam was a Dutch dependency which gained its independence as late as 1975, and from what I understand, it pretty common for Surinamese people to frequently travel to Aruba. Two hotel guards are being held as well in connection with this case, raising the total number of suspects to five.


    Details of the story can be found on all major US news websites, so I won repeat it here. All I can say that the chances that poor Natalee will be found alive, are slim. What struck me however, were the comments on the extremely popular and influential news blog geenstijl.nl (literally: styleless .nl) and an article on cnn.com. The Dutch online community on geenstijl.nl already seems to have reached a verdict about 17-y/o Joran, even though he still a suspect and the girl body hasn yet been retrieved . True to the blog name, suggestions as to his punishment lack any form of subtlety. Most commenters agree that Joran was responsible for Natalee safety, and for his failure to do so (whether intentionally or not) he should be hung, drawn and quartered according to most. There were a lot of even less tasteful suggestions as to what should be done with this boy which I do no care to repeat here, because even I have my principles when it comes to exposing the weird ways of the Dutch.
    Whatever the outcome of this case, his father days as a judge on this island are numbered. Even if Joran is innocent, the havoc this case will wreak on the professional credibility of this judge will prevent him from ever working there as a magistrate. Similar to the British system, a Dutch judge is appointed by the Crown for life (but must retire from active duty when he/she reaches the age of 70).  And the possibility of resuming his career back in the Netherlands too, is very doubtful.



    Like many other European countries, the Dutch do not rely on a jury. Major cases are brought before a panel of three judges who must agree on a verdict after hearing the prosecution, the defence, witnesses, forensic investigators and other experts. So far, so good.
    I was however, very surprised if not stunned, when I read the statement of CNN law expert Theodore Simon(
    http://edition.cnn.com/2005/LAW/06/10/simon/index.html)  saying that “these five can be held by officials in Aruba without any formal charges? Excuse me?!  The adaptation of Dutch law that makes up Aruban law (which is still administered by Dutch magistrates since Aruba partially falls under Dutch jurisdiction) doesn allow random detention of suspects any more than US law does, contrary to what Simon suggests. Dutch law relies on the basis of easonable suspicion? meaning that there must be reasonably solid facts linking certain individuals to a particular crime. No links, no reasonable suspicion, no arrests, it as simple as that. However, since the Dutch courts don have a bail system, a suspect is either allowed to go free under certain conditions, awaiting further investigation and possibly a trial, or is held in custody until his case is presented before court. This means that if the investigating magistrate believes you might be a potential risk to the community, you remain in jail for the duration of the investigation. Money is no option here, only the solid facts count. Theodore Simon also suggests that the accused have the right to a o over? a re-trial, which would mean that unlike in the US, double jeopardy is allowed in Aruba (or the Netherlands for that matter). Not so. Both the suspects and the prosecution have the right to appeal, similar to the US system. The case will then be handled by a higher court. It just another stage during one and the same legal procedure, which is essentially different from being tried twice in the same manner for the same offence, aka double jeopardy. This can go on all the way to the Dutch High Court here in The Hague where we live. Only in the very rare case of an absolute miscarriage of justice, can a real re-trial be ordered which usually means that the accused party is officially acquitted and compensated for time served in jail.


     


    Apart from the fact that everyone involved in the abduction and ost likely- killing of this girl should get whatever they deserve (that, and some treatment involving heavy, blunt objects as far as I concerned), I find it appalling that a source like CNN  lets a well-respected legal mind utter such nonsense without double-checking, making the Dutch/Aruban legal systems look pretty barbaric, even though Theodore Simon claims they are ust different?


     


    BTW, a common complaint from the US media is that the Aruban justice authorities are very tight-lipped about the case. Sorry, but that my fault. Two years ago, my colleagues and I decided that in criminal cases, any pre-trial information should be distributed very sparingly so as not let pre-trial publicity ruin the case. This decision was then converted into official policy, and it this what the camera crews from CNN, NBC and CBS are up against.


     


    In the coming weeks Il try to catch up with your blogs. Kick me if I don.


     


    PS. Does anyone know a good website that explains the legal procedures surrounding the Michael Jackson case? What happens for instance in the case of a hung jury? And for how long exactly is a jury allowed to deliberate?



     


    This week’s photo challenge hosted by Chez_Couronne: Idolatry. For more information about the Photo Challenge, click here.





     


     


    Left to right: graveyard sculpture, Limburg, the Netherlands - Soccer shirts stand, London, UK – “Evil Eye” plaque, Marmaris, Turkey.



     


     


     


     


    L. to r.: Admiralty Arch, London, UK - Admiral Nelson, Trafalgar Sq., London, UK - Christmas tree at our home, something my maternal great-grandmother would most certainly have classified as idolatry.




May 1, 2005




  • Latest update on previous post: the hon. alderman has admitted to child abuse. Alledgedly of course, because only a panel of three judges can convict him of this crime. So far he remains a suspect in legal terms, but it seems an open-and-shut case to me.


    Today was a beautiful day with temperatures rising to 81 F/27 C. Being the lucky so-and-so’s that we are, Ren嶪 and I actually walked the entire 0.5 mile to a nearby seaside resort, Kijkduin. To recuperate from this amazing feat, we replenished our liquids at an outdoor cafe (Ren嶪’s treat) overlooking the sea.


    (click pics to enlarge)





    (l.) Kijkduin seaside resort, (c). Ren嶪 and replenishment, (r.) me and liquids


    Yesterday, the Netherlands celebrated ‘Queen’s Day’, her majesty’s anniversary. This also happens to be the 25th year of her reign, so the scale of the celebrations was larger than usual. Each year on this day, the queen visits a town and meets the locals who will typically go ballistic months in advance, losing precious sleep over their preparations, only to come up with bland displays of local crafts, folkloristic dances and other stuff you wouldn’t even feed to ultra-naive tourists. But on the other hand, this is how this country communicates with its monarch and I wouldn’t want to miss this tradition for the world. So yesterday, I waited for two hours behind a barrier to see the royal family visit a crafts display in the old fishing port area of The Hague.


    Wherever you see Dutchies the colour orange isn’t far away. For some reason, the name of our royal house, Orange-Nassau, has inspired the Dutch to adopt the colour orange as a symbol of national unity. And on a day like this, it can get really weird…



     


     


    This year, the local fishing community organised a display of crafts and folklore from their past. “Ancient crafts and historic costumes” it said on the flyer. Which is quite a disturbing thought considering the fact that when Ren嶪 and I were kids, it was a fairly common sight to see women wearing this traditional dress in everyday life. We can’t be that old, can we?



     


     


     



    When the royals finally arrived, the entire display was given five minutes of royal attention before they had to visit yet another project. Things were pretty hectic and all I could do was to put my camera into rapid-fire mode and see if it could lock onto anything remotely celeb.



    (l.) HRH Queen Beatrix and mr. Deetman (what’s in a name), mayor of The Hague. (c.) left-to-right: Princess Margriet, sister of the queen, Princess Maxima (with hat), the immensely popular, Argentinian wife of the crown prince, Prince Willem-Alexander, the smiling guy on the right, (r.) Princess Maxima who expects her 2nd child around July, and Prince Friso, brother of the crown prince.



     


     


     


     


    (l.) Queen Beatrix (far left) and her sister, Princess Margriet (far right). (c.) Queen talking to locals in historic costumes, (l.) Princess Mabel (white jacket, centre), wife of Prince Friso, and least popular of the lot. In the early nineties, she used to hang out with one of the most infamous drug barons this country has ever known, but denied all knowledge of his criminal background. As a result of this marriage, Prince Friso, second in line to the throne after his brother, can no longer succeed him as king should the need ever arise, following a government decree. In other words: he’s off the hook. The drug baron btw, was killed during a drive-by shooting in Amsterdam, a few years ago. 



April 30, 2005





  • I try to keep my work and private life as separate as I can. But sometimes fate, karma, destiny or whatever just makes it impossible to hold on to that principle. This morning, I walked into my office and had a quick look at the press releases of the prosecution service on my computer screen, just one of those daily, mechanical habits of mine, almost as routine-driven as my half-hourly trips to the coffee machine. One headline in particular caught my attention: an alderman on the city council of a town in the south of the Netherlands had been arrested.  Although not quite in the same league as the recent family killings or the utch Hannibal?story of a few months ago, news items like this are relatively uncommon so I read the full story.



    Within minutes after I read it I was on the phone telling Ren嶪 that a cousin of her mother -who indeed is an alderman for the liberal party in that particular city which also happens to be the place of birth of Ren嶪 mother- had been arrested and charged with child molestation. Apparently, back in the nineties, this 61 y/o man had been molesting a teenage boy for several years. This boy, now a 25 y/o, had been arrested on unrelated assault charges, but during the investigation the police had discovered that he had been planning a murder attempt on this alderman.
    Why? The detectives asked. Well, when I was just a kid, there was this alderman who?/FONT>



    Our prosecution service is just like any other; theye not in the habit of detaining people with a high public profile on the basis of a mere hunch, the repercussions for doing so would be swift and severe. So my guess is that the evidence must be pretty firm, otherwise they would have chosen a more discrete approach. Instead, the alderman was arrested like a common criminal and carted off to the local jail.


     


    Although the case is as sad and sordid as any other of its kind, there are two aspects that make it stand out from the rest. At least to Ren嶪 and me. First of all, it a cousin of Ren嶪 mother, and secondly, because of his public profile, it will get enough media attention; her mother won be able to feign ignorance.
    Given the fact that Ren嶪 mother has a history of total denial when it comes to the abuse of her own daughter, and avoids any confrontation however remotely related to these matters, having a well-liked and respected family member in jail on molestation charges must have really rattled her cage. Yet another sign that all not well with some of the people she trusts and respects.


     


    Ren嶪 and I know that it must really bother her because she always used to describe her cousin as a respected member of his community, a family member who done well in life with a cheerful character, someone whom we should certainly visit should we ever be in the neighbourhood. Yeah right. Just tell me where and when…



    My guess is that there are precious few confidants with which she can discuss the case, because child abuse is very much a no-go area for her. Wel see how things develop. But it seems that the whole abuse issue just got more intense, and it definitely getting harder for Ren嶪 mother to keep avoiding the subject.






April 26, 2005





  • This week’s photo_challenge is hosted by nevragn , the subject is: Let’s go junkin’


    That’s me behind my what used to be my desk, but is now pushed into service as My Personal Junkyard. It’s a multi-layered, seismically unstable platform of miscellany, including such items as magazines, bottles (this week: mineral water and Pennypacker Sour Mash whiskey), nuts and bolts, small and not-so-small tools, computer kit, empty packaging, DVDs, and a Disneyland Indiana Jones Fedora. The big red object on the right is the Junk Generator. It’s one of the many projects that stand between me and my precious Xanga time…



    On a more serious note, those of you who thought The Netherlands was all about windmills, wooden shoes and tulips and lots of comfort and security: it’s not true. At least not as far as the security department is concerned. Crime and violent incidents are as common over here as in any other West-European country. And my job with the prosecution service secures me a royal view on all that’s wrong with this nation.


    In January, a mother living in a town less than 7 miles from here, killed her two young children before jumping in front of a train. And yesterday, the details of another such horror were released to the press. Three weeks ago, a man from the same town, killed his wife and two children, and then reported them missing. To add insult to injury, all of the children involved in these killings, went to the same elementary school. It will be the second time this year, these schoolchildren will have to bid a couple of their murdered schoolmates farewell. I don’t see how they can possibly be expected to feel safe as they grow up.
    And last week, a police officer in a place near Amsterdam, used his service pistol to kill his wife and their three young boys, before pulling the trigger on himself.
    Is it something in the air??!!! I don’t consider myself particularly squeamish, but when files like these pile up on my desk within a few months, I really wish I had another job.





April 11, 2005





  • Hmmmmphhh! My computer just died on me. Seems that we’re in one of those cycles during
    which electronic devices suddenly and mysteriously kick the bucket in lemming-like numbers.
    First the wash dryer gave up on us followed by Ren嶪’s camera, and so now it’s my puter’s turn.
    I’ve narrowed the problem down to its mainboard, and I’m sure I’ll have this contraption working
    again by tomorrow evening. But until then I’ll just have to bear that most uncomfortable, yet
    indefinable feeling, akin to flying a supersonic fighter at Mach 1 through a canyon, only to discover
    that the joystick has broken off.


    The experience has given me a valuable insight into Ren嶪’s feelings concerning her camera that
    is currently under repair. In spite of the obscene number of cameras lying around our house (digital,
    film, underwater, you name it), she strongly prefers -to put it mildly- her OWN camera. Just like I want
    my OWN computer back in working order as soon as possible. Which of course is bleedin’ nonsense 
    considering the fact that I’m writing this post on one of the six other computers…
     
    I think I’ll take a day off from work to get this little project under way as soon as possible.




April 4, 2005





  • History


    This week’s photo challenge subject is history and is hosted by the Queen of Swords.


    The Hague (or Den Haag as Ren嶪 and I call it) is an old city, dating back to the 12th century, not counting the Roman settlements that once stood here. Much of its history can be traced back through its architecture. Ren嶪 covered the old city centre pretty exhaustively, but there are a few things of my own I’d like to add.


     



     


    (l.) Central Station area, thoroughly modern and not without a reason – I’ll come back to that. (c.) 18th c. square, station area can be seen in the background. (r.) Drugstore facade, with so-called “yawner” above its entrance, which was a way of advertising your business to the illiterate medieval masses. The coat-of-arms at the top indicates that this particular shop has earned the title of Purveyor to Her Majesty The Queen. She may actually buy her aspirins there, since her offices are only a few hundred yards away.


     



     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


    (l.) This street is called the Groenmarkt (lit.: green market) where vegetables used to be sold. We also have streets called river fish market, or pig’s market. You can find similarly named streets throughout Europe’s cities, and I’d expect to find them in the eastern US as well. (c.) A cafe in one the aisles of the Great Church. If anything, the Dutch have always had a liberal outlook on life. (r.) Denneweg (Fir Street), an 18th c. shopping street. Nowadays most of its shops are considered pretty upmarket by Dutch standards.


     



     


    (l.) A quaint (love that word) little silverware shoppe, wedged between two other buildings. (c.) Plein 1813 (1813  Place) commemorates the year Napoleon was defeated, and The Netherlands reverted to its status of independent monarchy. (r.) My daily view from my office window. It’s located between the modern Central Station area, and the pre-WW II city quarter called Bezuidenhout, where my highschool still stands and where I used to play a lot as a kid. I realise that the outlook from my office doesn’t exactly treat you to a pre-war residential area, let alone a medieval one.


     



     


    Obviously, the photos above are not my own, but they explain the modern character of the Bezuidenhout and Central Station areas. On March 3, 1945, as the 2nd World War in the European theatre was closing to an end, this part of the city was accidentally bombed by a flight of more than 50 allied bombers, dropping more than 65 tons of high-explosive ordnance on the unsuspecting population. At the time, all of The Netherlands was occupied by the nazis and the targets should have been the German V-rocket launching sites, some two miles to the north-west.
    Unfortunately and for reasons that have never been explained, the first wave of bombers dropped their bombs on the Bezuidenhout area and the adjoining Central Station area. The following waves followed the first bombers without checking their position and dropped their bombs as well, eventually leaving 500 citizens dead and thousands of others homeless. Adding insult to injury, the Germans resumed their V2-rocket attacks on England that same night since their launching sites had remained intact throughout the bombardment. One of the missiles however, veered off course shortly after having been launched and slammed into nearby Bezuidenhout that had been all but obliterated that very same morning. The impact of the V2-rocket killed 8 fireman who were still battling the firestorms caused by the bombardment. I remember that as a kid, I used to play between the mounds of debris that you could still find here and there in the late sixties.


     


    (r.) Aerial shot, mid-90s, showing the present lay-out of the bombed area, and the positions of my office and my old highschool. (c.) A KLM Aerocarto picture taken from one of my highschool’s reunion albums, showing the devastated area shortly after the war in The Netherlands ended in May 1945. (r.) A national archive pic taken days after the bombardment.





March 30, 2005






  • A few blogs ago, Babymac_41 posted her answers to the list below, and I made this mental note of completing it myself one these days. A few of the questions (21, 22, 25, 41, 47 and 56) were missing, but I substituted those for a few of my own. Those who have access to an FBI psychological profiler may be in for a surprise?/P>

     


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    1. First Name: Wilfred (Whenever Ren嶪 calls by my first name in full, I know I in trouble)
    2. Were you named after anyone? My first name is a contraction of Willem (Dutch version of William), the name of my maternal grandfather and Frederik, my paternal grandfather.
    3. Do you wish on stars? No. Usually too cloudy over here anyway.
    4. When did you last cry? Last year when James, my cat, died.
    5. Do you like your handwriting? Yes.
    6. What is your favourite lunch meat? Belgian smoked ham.
    7. What is your birth date?
    June, 11
    8. What is your most embarrassing CD?
    Wham, The Best Of?BR>9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? Definitely not.
    10. Are you a daredevil?
    Depends, but usually I’m game for a mindmatch.
    11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?  No. No, really, I’m not kidding.


    12. Do looks matter? No, unless it borders on poor personal hygiene.
    13. How do you release anger? I don. It is one of my major shortcomings.
    14. Where is your second home? Hampstead,
    London, UK

    15. Can you trust others easily? Not as a rule. Usually, I find women easier to trust than men.
    16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Toy soldiers, neatly divided between Allied and Axis powers.
    17. What class in high school do you think was the most useless?
    Latin. It could have been so much more interesting if they added some insights into an ancient culture to the endless rows of conjugations?BR>18. Do you have a journal? Only here on xanga, unless my digital agenda at work qualifies as a journal.
    19. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. Hadn you noticed yet?


    20. Your nicknames?  Ranging from i! You there!?to illy?(in Dutch, it just a diminutive version of my first name, without any further connotations..)



    The original questions 21 and 22 are missing, so the following two are my own versions.


    21. Dr. Phil or Jerry Springer? Dr. Phil


    22. Boarding now. What your destination? The Himalayas.


     


    23. Would you bungee jump? Definitely!


    24. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?  No. I blame my genes.


     


    25.  Original question missing. My version:


    Does your current life reflect your ideas about your future when you were a 20 y/o? No, not in the least bit. Until my mid-twenties, I always envisioned myself as one of those hot spot photojournalists who defiantly let the motordrive of their camera whirr until the very end as they took a volley of machine gun fire in the chest whilst covering some obscure freedom struggle in an even more obscure country. But here I am, a salaryman devoted to his family. No regrets though.


     



    26. Do you think that you are strong? Emotionally?? Physically?? Which one? Both. I a big guy who can best be described as a flatliner, temperament-wise. Ren嶪 will tell you otherwise though.


    27. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?  Lemon.
    28. Shoe Size? 43.5 European, 9 (
    UK), 9.5 (US) and 27.5 (Japan) (http://www.onlineconversion.com/clothing_shoes_mens.htm)


    29. Red/pink? Pink.
    30. What is your least favourite thing about yourself? The surplus layers of insulation on my body?/B>
    31. Whom do you miss most? My grandmother and Ren嶪 grandfather.
    32. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? No, but I would like to see more of these here on Xanga.


    33. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Grey flannels and black brogues. Everyday office wear.


    34. What are you listening to right now? TLC, Waterfalls
    35. Last thing you ate?  Baguette with home-made salmon salad.
    36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Midnight blue.
    37. What is the weather like right now? Mild Spring evening.

    38. Last person you talked to on the phone?  Ren嶪.
    39. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? The eyes.


    40. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes, one of those brave, strong and resourceful people I met here on Xanga (and no, this is not a Xanga-sponsored commercial).


     


    41. Original question missing. My version:


    Meryl Streep or Melanie Griffith? Meryl Streep. 


     


    42. Favorite Drink? Irish whiskey.


    43. Favorite Sport? To watch: atlethics, to do: target shooting, the formal version. I gave it up before jr. was born, but I used to pretty good at it.  


    44. Hair Color? Dark-brown.


    45. Eye Color?  Brown.
    46. Do you wear contacts? No.


     


    47. Original question missing. My version:


    Trendy or comfortable? Comfortable.


     


    48. Favorite Food? Anything foreign: Mexican, Thai, Lebanese, McDonalds, whatever.


    49. Last Movie You Watched? Shirley Valentine. A must-see.


    50. Movie You Never Want to be Subjected to Again.  Bambi. I hold Disney responsible for causing a lifelong emotional scar, ever since I saw Bambi as a little kid.


    51. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings? Happy endings.


    52. Summer Or Winter? Used to be winter, but these days I not so sure.
    53. Hugs or Kisses? Depends, but hugs are almost always ok.


     


    54. Original question missing. My version:


    Bill Gates or Donald Trump? Donald Trump. At least he seems to have a life, besides being filthy rich.



    55. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?  I don do desserts.


    56. Who is most likely to respond?   You?


    57. Who Is Least Likely To Respond?  Or you?
    58. Living Arrangements? Married, one child.
    59. What Book(s) Are You Reading?  The DaVinci Code, Lonely Planet’s On The Edge, Chuck Yaeger autobiography, ECM ?Enterprise Content Management


    60. What’s On Your Mouse Pad? Eh?my mouse?? Actually it just a green surface with one of those ergonomically shaped wrist pads attached to it.
    61. What Did You Watch Last night on TV? Star Trek
    Enterprise

    63. Favorite Smells? That salty breeze youl only find on the Atlantic coast of the Scottish Highlands.
    64. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Stones!
    65. Do you believe in Evolution or Creation? Evolution.


    66. What’s the furthest you’ve been from home? Southern Egypt, near the Sudanese border.




March 26, 2005

March 22, 2005

  • Shocking inspiration


     


    Things have been hectic around here lately. The prosecution service is in the process of restructuring itself, and given the fact that it has all turned into some trial-and-error showcase, it requires my full attention since I the poor sod who has to coordinate the online information flow. It also mercilessly interferes with my xanga time. But all this seems so infinitely insignificant after I saw this week headlines.


     


    At work, I have this separate news terminal that relentlessly churns out all the horrors of the world as soon as someone can type the words or send the photos, even if it on the other side of the planet. That progress for you.


     


    The first item that caught my eye this week was the Schiavo case. I know that The Netherlands has a very liberal point of view when it comes to matters of life and death like this, but I also very aware that our perspective on these matters is considered extremely controversial in other parts of the world. To say the least. In The Netherlands however, there woulde been virtually no resistance against the husband decision to let his comatose wife die in peace, let alone a legal intervention from our head of state, prime minister or any other dignitary for that matter. But as I said, we do things differently here in The Hague, the seat of Dutch government. Our prosecutor general (the utch?Alberto Gonzales so to speak) for instance, eats his lunch in our cafeteria sitting next to the (pretty obscure) likes of me, and would be genuinely surprised if I didn address him by his first name. But he the only Dutchman who reviews the Dutch euthanasia reports, and ultimately decides whether or not the strict legal instructions for physicians have been fully met. I know for a fact that he wouldn have had any qualms about disconnecting Terri Schiavo feeding tube if it had been his decision. I also know him to be a very just and principled man. It just that his ruling would have reflected the sentiments of the vast majority of the Dutch people, my vote included. Apparently, our culture rates individual quality of life higher than moral and religious principles.


     


    The other thing that immediately drew my attention of course, was the Red Lake High School shooting. Even though we had a fatal school shooting over here last year, some 5 miles from where we live, the Columbine and Minnesota shootings seem to have so much more significance. It probably all has to do with the massive media coverage, but the Columbine massacre has been engraved in the global collective mind, and I sure Minnesota will now be added to it. Only a few weeks ago, Renee and I where watching a Discovery Channel documentary about Columbine. I remember making some remark about jr. school being one of the very few high schools around here that still hasn installed weapon detection gates at its entrance. But that only a matter of time.
    When I was a teenager, measures like that would have sounded obscenely absurd were it not for the fact that these notions were way to weird to even think of in those days. Anyway, these news items really shook me up.


     


    Better concentrate on some more inspirational things, like this week photo challenge. I’ll try to visit your blog asap.


     


    Enjoy your day.





    I often go the extra mile to find a good vantage point from which to take my holiday pics. Seated behind an espresso in a Greek cafe for instance, I find that early morning street life can be truly inspiring…


    (Corfu, Greece - click to enlarge)




     

March 5, 2005





  • Animals


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    Pluk’s (aka Pluck) Story


    Pluk is our 2.5 y/o cat whom we brought with us from the Greek island of Rhodes (Rodos). When we first saw him, he was a 3-months old kitten and one of the countless stray cats that populated the outer rim of the medieval fortress of Rhodes city, the island’s capital. The rumour was that all stray cats and dogs throughout Greece were to be killed, so as not to litter the cityscape during the 2004 Olympic Games. A few British ladies who were local residents of Rhodes looked after the strays, gave them food and basic medical care, and informed curious tourists like ourselves that you could take a stray cat home with you, and that they would help you with the medical paperwork. Ren嶪 and I exchanged a one-millisecond look, and decided then and there that little Pluk should come with us. After a series of vaccinations and a bath, he was ready for international transport. Thanks to a very understanding air crew (not one member of the cabin crew could resist him), Pluk was transported to the Netherlands in style in a transport container, seated in his very own airplane seat next to ours. These days, Pluk is a healthy and very spoiled cat, just the way we like it.


       


    (l. and c.) stray cats near Rhodes bus stop. (r.) “The Veteran”, this old survivor could well be Pluk’s father.


       


    (l.) Pluk as we found him on the streets of Rhodes. (c. and r.) Over the past few years, Pluk has adapted extremely well to his new environment.


       


    (l.) Lucy is our latest feline acquisition. She’s six months old, and lacks any form of basic respect. (c. ) Pluk and Lucy get along very well. (r.) Pluk does his ‘not available’ thing.


    The Netherlands doesn’t have an impressive record when it comes to wildlife. The most exotic wild animal around is the common fox, and I haven’t seen one of those in years. Lucky for us, Rotterdam Zoo is only 25 miles away.


       


    (l.) Leopard geckos. These two have been given the grandiose names of Padme and Esmeralda, and reside in  jr.’s room.
    (c. and r.) Lizards doing a circus act, and a chameleon – Rotterdam zoo.


       


    Rotterdam zoo: (l.) meerkat, (c.) jaguarundi (r.) panther cub.


       


    (l.) Starfish – Rotterdam Zoo, (c.) Rhodes’ goat called Che Guevara, (r.) Stallion called Thisone, Rhodes’ Riding school.