March 3, 2005

  • Photo Challenge: ANIMALS


     


    This week it's my turn to come up with a photo challenge. After toying with the idea of capturing ethereal qualities in wintry skies, I decided (after some 'encouragement' from my wife, better known here on xanga as Cybernene) that it should be: Animals! We're a family of animal lovers, and never miss the opportunity to visit the local zoo on our travels, whether it's in Cairo or Edinburgh.


    Don't limit yourself; every animal goes, whether it's your garden-variety pet or some form of exotic wildlife they haven't found a name for yet. And yes, Nessie too, counts as an animal.


    To join my challenge all you have to do is post one or more animal pics on your site, and leave a comment here.



March 2, 2005




  • Snow!


    During our childhood years, Ren嶪 and I saw lots of snow during the winter. However, due to the greenhouse
    effect and a wishy-washy temperate maritime climate (mild summers and winters, lots of rain - think Ireland),
    jr. who's 15 y/o hardly remembers the stuff. But over the past few days, The Netherlands gradually got covered
    by a two ft. layer of snow. A great photo opportunity for all those who were brave enough to leave their home.
    Even I, being the fully domesticated civil servant that I am, couldn't resist and gave it a try...



     


     


     


     


     


     


     



    (left) My 22 (!) y/o Browning boots that have accompanied me on dozens of treks and still are the best and most comfortable
    all-weather walking boots that I've ever owned. Back in 1982, I forked out US$ 150 for them, and although it was quite a
    large sum of money at the time, they turned out to be an excellent investment. (centre) Our street when I went to work this
    morning.  (Our block of apartments is the one on the right)
    (right) Frozen lake in the middle of the 'Haagse Bos' (The Hague Forest), that is adjacent to the royal palace,
    not very far from my office.



     


     


     


     


    (l.) Stack of snow-covered logs. (c.) Frozen lake. (r.) Snow-covered bikes in front of the The Hague Central Station.



    (l.) City Hall, north facade, The Hague city centre. (c.) snow-covered branches. (r.) The Inevitable Snowman (parking lot behind
    our block of flats).




February 25, 2005

  • Babymac's Photo Challenge: Collections


    When I was a teenager I used to collect about everything, but have since stabilised mainly on books.
    Main categories are literature, art, travel, photography, biographies, climbing, and spy novels. Apart
    from that, both Ren嶪 and I collect rare books, such as the "Atlas vanTropisch Nederland", her latest find.


    Click photos to enlarge.



     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


    (left photo) A very rare 1892 edition of a collection of personal letters by one of the greatest Dutch writers,
    Eduard Douwes Dekker, who wrote a courageous, reckless even, indictment against the colonial government
    at the height of Dutch mercantilism, under the name of Multatuli (lat.: I have suffered much).
    This book was given to me by Ren嶪 during the very early days of our relationship. It was then that I realised this
    relationship was meant to last. Anyone who knows how much I appreciate a book like this, can see right through me.
    (middle and right photo) Although by no means rare books as they were sold by the thousands, one of the copies of the
    two-volume autobigraphy by Margaret Thatcher, former UK prime minister, carries her signature (right pic). I bought it
    years ago at Foyles, a well-known London bookshop on Charing Cross Road.


    Between my teenage years and my early twenties, I used to collect all kinds of military stuff. There was no particular reason, I
    didn't even like the idea of being drafted into the army. Eventually, that that problem sorted itself out, when many of my year
    got a waiver. Over the years, I got rid of the larger collector items but I still have a plastic carrier bag full of insignia and some
    smaller items.



    On top of three silk aviator escape maps of WWII-vintage are two US military Hamilton watches. The yellow
    tubes are Bendix dosimeters, used to measure radiation contamination. The green metal box is a cold-war
    era chemical dosimeter. A kind of shake-'n-tell device (right pic).



     


    (left photo) a few of the French Foreign Legion insignia I used to collect. The mystery surrounding La Legion
    has always appealed to me. (right) Vietnam era insignia. I was born in 1961, and as I grew up the war in Vietnam
    became more or less a constant factor in my life, as it did for so many others. As I grew older, I became more and
    more interested in the background of this conflict, read everything there was to read about it, and later even
    followed a course on the subject at my old university. My interest also shone through in my collection of
    military insignia.






    Feeling peckish? Try http://www.barebadges.com/alldaybrekkie/flash/flash.html




February 24, 2005




  • Here's the translation of a recent news article that somehow failed to dominate the Dutch headlines,
    but which I found remarkable to say the least:


    The Hague, the Netherlands, February 18, 2005


    Holland Hannibal


    Roland Z., a 42-year old IT professional from the the city of Vlaardingen, The Netherlands, killed his mother,
    skinned her and donned her 15 kg skin. He then mingled for at least an hour with carnival night revelers who
    thought his outfit bizarre but refused to believe it was made of real human skin. Only after Roland started
    directing the traffic on a busy intersection did motorists alert the police, who stumbled on the horrific truth when
    they responded to the calls.


    Roland immediately confessed to the murder, and declared he acted on orders from God saying that he should
    humble himself before his maker. His legal counsel describes Roland as a gentle and intelligent man, and a
    physician concluded Roland suffers from religiously inspired delusions. It is not known whether his delusions were
    also inspired by Silence of the Lambs, the movie in which a man skins young girls to satisfy his fantasies of becoming
    a woman. The Public Prosecution Service confirms the discovery of the dead body of a severely mutilated, elderly woman,
    but does not elaborate on the nature of the mutilations.


    No, the news item didn't come with pictures. As the editor in chief of the online information service of our prosecution
    service, gruesome tales cross my desk on a daily basis, but bizarre incidents of this magnitude are very rare. Even
    stranger was the fact that although the story was picked up by 'De Telegraaf', the most popular Dutch newspaper
    (actually a mix between a centre-right wing tabloid and a regular newspaper), it didn't make too much waves over here. 
    A single article without any follow-up was all the attention this story got in our media. Something's rotten in the State of Holland...


    Y'all enjoy your day now! (desperately trying to get the southern twang right here)






February 21, 2005





  • Lona May's Photo Challenge: Happiness


    Things that make me feel happy:



     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


    (l. to r.) a brisk walk (Mt. Snowdon, Wales), a London street theatre, and a remote control.



     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


    (l. to r.) An early cup of coffee on holiday, and some inspiring views



February 17, 2005

  • Little interlude.




    Translate ANY Site into VALspeak, like, totally!!


    For those, like ,totally megafascinated by, like, language and culture and stuff (like me) check out the following link: http://www.80s.com/Entertainment/ValleyURL/


    Just paste your URL in the box and press enter.



February 13, 2005





  • Bourdon_music's photo challenge: Take us on a tour of your home



    Click photo to enlarge!
    Our living room in panoramic format. The left and right sides of this photo are actually
    adjacent to eachother, so you must do a little mental 3D trick, to make sense of it.
    For more pics of our castle go to Cybernene.





    Below is a rough translation of the letter I wrote to jr.'s German teacher. For more info on this latest
    installment of teenage woe, see Cybernene's blog. Before you read it though, there's something that
    you should know. It's about a little-known Dutch trait that we're not proud of. Sixty-plus years after the
    2nd world war, relations between Germany and the Netherlands are still somewhat awkward. Germany,
    our former occupier, is now a very important and successful economic player in Europe, and of vital
    importance to the Netherlands. A casual glimpse would have you believe that Germany and the Netherlands 
    are the very example of European fraternization. We maintain extensive trade relations, and our public transport
    timetables in the border regions are fully synchronized. And quite a few Dutch tv presenters have built a successful
    career working for German networks. But that doesn't mean all is well.

    Whenever German politicians disapprove of the liberal Dutch soft drug policy (which they invariably do from
    time to time), the Dutch tabloids retailiate with subtle headlines such as: German shepherds in Dutch knickers,
    referring to the intensified checks by customs and immigration officers who use sniffer dogs to detect drugs.
    Moreover, the Netherlands and Germany are sworn enemies when it comes to soccer. Football hooligans from both
    sides must be kept separated by an armoured-division sized police force, long before the match begins. And asking 
    an unsuspecting German tourist to return your grandfather's bike, still remains one of the more popular Dutch
    practical jokes (during the occupation, the German army commandeered all Dutch bicycles. Since almost every Dutchie 
    owned a bike, this was one of the least popular measures of the Nazi regime).

    So given these historic and social facts, German as a foreign language therefore enjoys a somewhat shaky reputation
    amongst Dutch students. Being able to speak German may come in handy if you decide to become an international trader,
    but to many students, its most useful purpose is being able to make yourself perfectly clear when addressing a German soccer fan...


    The Hague, Feb. 10


     


    Mrs X,


     


    As I understand it, you have given my son ten texts in order for him to translate because he failed to complete one of your
    assignments in time.


     


    Neither my son nor I dispute the fact that he did not follow up on his responsibilities. What I do object against however,
    is the disproportionate character, both in quantity as well as quality, of your measures. The sheer bulk of these texts
    effectively precludes their translation within the given amount of time, and nowhere does their advanced level realistically
    approach the level currently taught in class.  My son made an extreme effort, ignoring all his other homework, but even
    with the help of an ample array of reference works, was unable to finish this task. Last night around
    midnight, I told him to
    stop working and hand in whatever he had managed to finish.


     


    I fail to see any pedagogic or educational benefit in this approach. Furthermore, I have great doubts about the disciplinary
    effect that it is supposed to engender. To be blunt, I find this this method unmotivating, ineffective and hopelessly outdated.


     


    The motivation of my son has been cause for concern for the last couple of months. This has been expressed through a series
    of incidents that have been handled exceptionally well by some of your colleagues. They are prepared to go the extra mile
    and reinforce my son enthusiasm and interest. In my opinion, the absurdity of the assignment you gave him, completely
    counteracts these concerted efforts.


     


    I find it of the utmost importance that my son nd in fact, every student-  can rely on the overall consistency of the entire
    educational team. In no way does this exclude justified disciplinary tasks that are within reasonable proportions. In this
    case however, these proportions seem to have been seriously ignored.


     


    Youl undoubtedly agree with me that this case should be discussed in further detail and I therefore urge you to call me on
    [THREE PHONE NUMBERS!!, including the central switchboard of my office].


     


    Yadda, yadda, yadda,  Rgds,


     



    She didn't call me back and I'm uber-irritated. So tomorrow I'll turn up the volume of Wagner's The Valkyrie for added 
    effect and ambience , put on my black riding boots, and goose-step into class, John Cleese-style, in order to schtamp zome rezpekt
    und senze into zee old hag.
    Or I could phone her, and ask her if she would care to elaborate on her actions...

     





February 7, 2005

  • Neesa's photo challenge: Things that make you go Ahhhh!



    This is definitely something that makes me go ahhhh! As well as aaarrrghh! These fisheye lenses are great for funny effects. The catch is that you must get pretty close to your subject. So close in fact, that after the last shot I had to wipe sheep snot from my lens...




February 1, 2005





  • Eeore's photo challenge: The same every day


    Take a pic every day at the same time.




    (l.) Fri, Jan. 28, 4.00 pm - Repairing the wash dryer. (r.) Sat., Jan. 29, 4.00 pm - Doing the dishes under supervision.




     


    (l.) Sun., Jan. 30, 4.00 pm - Walking home from the tramstop.  - (r.) Mon. Jan 31, 4.00 pm - Colleagues on their way to a tapas bar.



    Thu. Jan 03, 4.00 pm - My desk at the office.


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


     


    I don't have a photo for every '4.00 pm' of the week, mainly because my work got in the way, but I enjoyed this challenge very much. It keeps you on your toes photographically speaking, and makes you think about the daily routines in your life.





January 30, 2005






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    As she already wrote in her blog, Ren嶪 totally surprised me with a copy of e Atlas van Tropisch Nederland?(Atlas of Tropical Netherlands, facsimile of the original 1938 edition). She really got herself an excellent deal on a book that Ie been looking for for almost a quarter of a century! It doesn matter if it an original or facsimile edition; both versions are equally rare, and is considered an incredible find by aficionados of rare books and prints, especially if youe one of those nerds who into maps and atlases like me.


     


    So what so special about this particular atlas? First of all, to me its title alone is THE MOST politically incorrect statement Dutchies have ever put into print. To refer to the vast, pre-war Dutch colonial empire as if they were mere overseas provinces, is akin to adding a footnote in a British history textbook casually referring to the US as ome former territory of the British Realm?


     



     


    This atlas charts the colonial history of the Netherlands in incredible detail. During the so-called Golden Age of the Netherlands (17th century), our humble, calvinist little nation not only brought forth painters like Rembrandt and Vermeer, and gave shelter to thinkers like Descartes and Spinoza. It also expanded its territory through the ruthless exploits of the infamous Vereenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie (abbrev. V.O.C. ?United East-Indian Company). 


    The V.O.C. started out as a trading company, backed by the then Dutch national authorities. Its ships sailed around the world in search of exotic and precious goods and spices. You can still trace the maritime routes of the V.O.C. through anomalous cultural phenomena. The South-African language for instance, is a variant of Dutch. This is hardly surprising, since South-Africa was an important stop on the way to the ast-Indies? or the Far East as we call it today. The first white South-African settlements were made by Dutch farmers who travelled along on V.O.C. ships and took advantage of the fertile soil, and effectively started what was later to become  the South-African apartheid regime. Even today, Dutch and South-African people can communicate without too much difficulty, each using their own language. Another stop was Sri Lanka, or Ceylon as it was called back then. The Dutch took over from the Portuguese and some of them settled in the coastal areas. Some of the older buildings as well as part of the Sri Lankan vocabulary still echo our former presence.


     


    Although the V.O.C. was primarily a trading company, it had an almost military hierarchy, and its merchant fleet was heavily armed. This brutal show of force and the ruthless methods of our forefathers resulted in one of the largest colonial empires in modern history. By 1900, The Netherlands possessed the whole of modern Indonesia, Surinam and the Netherlands Antilles, with an area covering more than fifty times the size of the Netherlands itself. Countless millions of people of all races on either side of the planet spoke Dutch, gathered under the Dutch flag and sang the Dutch national anthem, paid taxes to Dutch government officials, and answered to Dutch laws. And were ruled by one and same monarch.


     


    In the wake of the 2nd World War, Indonesian separatists fought a bitter war against Dutch marines and in 1948 the Netherlands granted independence to what is now the Indonesian Republic. Surinam followed, but it was not until 1975 that The Netherlands granted this South American republic full independence. The Netherlands Antilles still form part of the kingdom until this very day, although the various islands that make up the Antilles have been given various degrees of self-governance. And although the Dutch Ministry of Colonies closed its doors in 1949, our equivalent of the State Department or the UK Home Office, is still called Ministry of the Interior and Relations of the Realm.


     


    And what did the Dutch do during four centuries worth of colonialism? Like any other western imperialist power (in the historical rather the lobal activist?sense of the word), they imposed their values upon the native population, and plundered the economic resources of an already poor population. To add insult to injury, the Dutch were better than most when it came to maximizing the profits that came from their colonies.


     


    For history buffs like me, the tlas van Tropisch Nederland?is so much more than just a beautifully made atlas, it the document that visually leads you through some of the darkest chapters of our past.


     




     


     


     


    (l.) Aceh, Indonesia, (r.) map detail (click to enlarge)


     


    But not all facts associated with this atlas have been stained by unbridled colonialism and harrowing tales of exploitation. Cartography has always been important to a seafaring nation like ours, and the resulting high level of Dutch map-making expertise is reflected throughout this atlas. According to some, its detailed maps, the accurate scientific data and surveying techniques still make it the best geographic source of information on Indonesia and Surinam. For that reason, some of the silk escape maps of the Pacific theatre worn by US World War II pilots simply were unaltered reprints of the maps in this atlas, complete with commentary and legends in Dutch. And it also safe to assume that the maps used to coordinate help in the Aceh (spelled Atjeh in Dutch) area which was struck hardest by the last year tsunami, are direct descendants, if not reprints, from those included in this atlas.


     


    Ren嶪, I love you for putting up with so much of my nerdiness. Thanks again.