I found the old photo on the internet. This one is made in the 50's.
This photo is made in May 2007 by myself.For me the first picture is like a little present on the brink to 2008
Sunday, December 30, 2007
the past and present, photo's of my birth home.
I found the old photo on the internet. This one is made in the 50's. This photo is made in May 2007 by myself.For me the first picture is like a little present on the brink to 2008
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Any plans for 2008?
For myself I wanna climb the Mont Ventoux by bicycle. The MV rises more than 1900 metres above sea level. May 2008 will be the month. Cycling from home to the top of this mountain in the south of France. That is my goal.
To give you an impression in 8 minutes of the climb of this mountain, watch this video
To give you an impression in 8 minutes of the climb of this mountain, watch this video
Friday, December 28, 2007
The world in music
Benazir Bhutto died in an assault on December 27 2007... no the Addled Writer calls it an assassination
According to Them It's all over now (, baby blue)
Queen immediately rocked about her quality, you're my best friend.
Dave Berry talked about a strange effect
while Dusty Springfield sang I just don't know what to do
It's the first time that a shocking news came to me via the internet.
A shot of adrenaline went through my body.
I was reading the news on Thursday afternoon. An internet paper declared her dead. I turned on BBC-world. Several media stated that she was shot. After that the messages came in. She was shot dead....
Such a political assault hurts. She could mean something for Pakistan. However faith wasn't with her.
This is a tragedy for her and her family but also for the Pakistani people.
The Dutch know that they can make a nuclear bomb and that the Pakistani are excellent hockey players. But they are so much more than that.
Extremists have assaulted the democratic process just before the elections.
Pakistan could be an example for the region and a bridge from India to the middle east and Europe.
Carry on, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
cause Ordinary people, John Legend
Just can´t get enough, depeche mode
of Peaceful easy feelin' Eagles
According to Them It's all over now (, baby blue)
Queen immediately rocked about her quality, you're my best friend.
Dave Berry talked about a strange effect
while Dusty Springfield sang I just don't know what to do
It's the first time that a shocking news came to me via the internet.
A shot of adrenaline went through my body.
I was reading the news on Thursday afternoon. An internet paper declared her dead. I turned on BBC-world. Several media stated that she was shot. After that the messages came in. She was shot dead....
Such a political assault hurts. She could mean something for Pakistan. However faith wasn't with her.
This is a tragedy for her and her family but also for the Pakistani people.
The Dutch know that they can make a nuclear bomb and that the Pakistani are excellent hockey players. But they are so much more than that.
Extremists have assaulted the democratic process just before the elections.
Pakistan could be an example for the region and a bridge from India to the middle east and Europe.
Carry on, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
cause Ordinary people, John Legend
Just can´t get enough, depeche mode
of Peaceful easy feelin' Eagles
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
the liquidation
Friday November 23 was the end of a week everything came together. A last farewell to my father to meeting my sister after a few years.. If we are on speaking terms I don't know. 2 Weeks later, December 7, my sister, brother and I had an appointment with the notary to find out if there is a last will.
Well, there is. A rather shocking experience I realized last week.
The man who is my natural father, who nurtured me to some level and who owes his children some explanation leaves to some extend his possessions to the lady he lived with and when she's passed away to her children.
My father just denied our existence.
It is not so that I expected a heritage, but this total denial is so mean.
Last week was just another working week with a lot going on at work but it is of minor importance. For example our working schedule. Some people make long days to save it for holidays. That behavior isn't correct. Our team leader changed that and other things causing panic with some of the employees. Nothing changed really, only that 1 or more people can't create a vast amount of surplus hours anymore.
Well, there is. A rather shocking experience I realized last week.
The man who is my natural father, who nurtured me to some level and who owes his children some explanation leaves to some extend his possessions to the lady he lived with and when she's passed away to her children.
My father just denied our existence.
It is not so that I expected a heritage, but this total denial is so mean.
Last week was just another working week with a lot going on at work but it is of minor importance. For example our working schedule. Some people make long days to save it for holidays. That behavior isn't correct. Our team leader changed that and other things causing panic with some of the employees. Nothing changed really, only that 1 or more people can't create a vast amount of surplus hours anymore.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
the funeral
4 Days ago, it was Thursday, I called my sister. I asked her what she was planning for the Friday because the funeral would be on that day.
She didn't really know wether she would go. She's had her reasons not to go, as I've had.
I wrote some thoughts down and it crossed my mind that however I have done my utmost being there when he's dying I had to show that I'm stronger then he was. My sister came to the same conclusion Friday morning. So together we drove to the small village where he would be cremated
So I went to his funeral. Well, it was a last farewell. We asked to see him in private before the ceremony. The next 5 to 10 minutes were painfull. I came to the conclusion that he's dead when I saw him in his coffin. He didn't look very good, that was very painfull but when I saw a picture of him in his so called life I don't know anything about. I thought "okay he wanted that. He's much older from the days I knew him, but yes that's my dad". He realized a dream, but was it worth it? He finally lost more. He lost his family.
When I realized his death I had to cry, I couldn't control these sudden emotions. It was from the inside and because of him. I felt sorry for him, 62 years old; the last 24 years with heartproblems.
She didn't really know wether she would go. She's had her reasons not to go, as I've had.
I wrote some thoughts down and it crossed my mind that however I have done my utmost being there when he's dying I had to show that I'm stronger then he was. My sister came to the same conclusion Friday morning. So together we drove to the small village where he would be cremated
So I went to his funeral. Well, it was a last farewell. We asked to see him in private before the ceremony. The next 5 to 10 minutes were painfull. I came to the conclusion that he's dead when I saw him in his coffin. He didn't look very good, that was very painfull but when I saw a picture of him in his so called life I don't know anything about. I thought "okay he wanted that. He's much older from the days I knew him, but yes that's my dad". He realized a dream, but was it worth it? He finally lost more. He lost his family.
When I realized his death I had to cry, I couldn't control these sudden emotions. It was from the inside and because of him. I felt sorry for him, 62 years old; the last 24 years with heartproblems.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The end.
What a weekend.... My dad died 27 hours ago after being in a coma for 4 days.
Nothing happened really... I said goodbye just before the weekend. However Sunday at 2 pm my sister called to say that if I wanted to see him for the last time I had to come quickly.
Unfortunately I just came home after 2 hours training. After a shower, I packed my case and took the next train north, to G. It was delayed.
Was it one of the black cats I saw cycling hours before?
At 16.53 I called my sister. I don't know why I just had a feeling something was wrong. Maybe a song of Shakira on my mp3 made me feel so?
As I called her, my sister said it's better to tell you right now,our dad died.
I was sitting in a crowded train when she told it. I was emotional but could control it on the English way, a stiff upper lip. I couldn't pronounce words of 2 syllables or more. I felt defeated.
However when I arrived in G. I walked and ran to the hospital. Ouch, in the weekend they close the entrance I considered being opened. I had to take the main entrance.
Finally I made it to my dad. It took me 2.5 hours. 45 Minutes to late.
He was already in a spare room where my sister and I talked about his qualities, his bad and good habits, his shortcomings. Sometimes he gave an eye-wink I imagined and he smiled all the time. Yes, he laid on the bed peacefully like a pirate with great grey whiskers and white long hair combed to the back of his scull. Seemingly thanking for pardoning his mistakes and ending his suffering. Is this the end of 20 years or more trying to be out of sight? Sure is that at the end of the week he'll submerge for good.
I loved you dad and I wish you showed more to us.
Nothing happened really... I said goodbye just before the weekend. However Sunday at 2 pm my sister called to say that if I wanted to see him for the last time I had to come quickly.
Unfortunately I just came home after 2 hours training. After a shower, I packed my case and took the next train north, to G. It was delayed.
Was it one of the black cats I saw cycling hours before?
At 16.53 I called my sister. I don't know why I just had a feeling something was wrong. Maybe a song of Shakira on my mp3 made me feel so?
As I called her, my sister said it's better to tell you right now,our dad died.
I was sitting in a crowded train when she told it. I was emotional but could control it on the English way, a stiff upper lip. I couldn't pronounce words of 2 syllables or more. I felt defeated.
However when I arrived in G. I walked and ran to the hospital. Ouch, in the weekend they close the entrance I considered being opened. I had to take the main entrance.
Finally I made it to my dad. It took me 2.5 hours. 45 Minutes to late.
He was already in a spare room where my sister and I talked about his qualities, his bad and good habits, his shortcomings. Sometimes he gave an eye-wink I imagined and he smiled all the time. Yes, he laid on the bed peacefully like a pirate with great grey whiskers and white long hair combed to the back of his scull. Seemingly thanking for pardoning his mistakes and ending his suffering. Is this the end of 20 years or more trying to be out of sight? Sure is that at the end of the week he'll submerge for good.
I loved you dad and I wish you showed more to us.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Family
Many people have a complex family structure. A structure which originates from marriages and divorces, where children are between the parties involved.
So is my family. My mother is with her third man and my father is with his third wife.
The 1st man of my mother is my father, her 2nd one died and the 3rd man was a soldier in the middle of the Srebrenica massacre in 1995. He left the army and does the work he likes. He's also divorced and he works to pay the maintenance allowance for his wife who refuses to work.
My father divorced my mother in 1978 and married another woman shortly after my mother remarried. Sadly after 5 years my father's marriage didn't work and I was in the middle of it. No fights however, only words. My father was irresponsible. They divorced and I stayed with my father. After weeks that didn't work out and I chose to stay with his 2nd wife. When I went to college I spoke him once. Later I phoned him a couple of times. In fact I phoned him 2 weeks ago to make sure that he was still alive.
His 3rd wife arrived shortly after. I never spoke to her.
This evening I brought myself a Suriname rice-beans-chicken dinner. I usually don't do that. When I wanted to eat the telephone rang. It was my mother. She never called so early so it must be something. I asked her if it was something serious because I wanted to eat. After dinner I would call her back.
I did so. She told me that my fathers wife called. I had to call her back. He isn't well. He had a stroke and his heart didn't work to long. He's kept in a coma now. His brains might have had less oxygen I think and as a consequence his lungs don't work now.
Why am I called now. Why isn't he wise enough to search for contact. I phoned him a couple of times. Now I am told that he can't stand disappointments... I'm a little disappointed in my father. He forgot his children not withstanding his disappointments sofar.
But can I say that, he is my father after all.
So is my family. My mother is with her third man and my father is with his third wife.
The 1st man of my mother is my father, her 2nd one died and the 3rd man was a soldier in the middle of the Srebrenica massacre in 1995. He left the army and does the work he likes. He's also divorced and he works to pay the maintenance allowance for his wife who refuses to work.
My father divorced my mother in 1978 and married another woman shortly after my mother remarried. Sadly after 5 years my father's marriage didn't work and I was in the middle of it. No fights however, only words. My father was irresponsible. They divorced and I stayed with my father. After weeks that didn't work out and I chose to stay with his 2nd wife. When I went to college I spoke him once. Later I phoned him a couple of times. In fact I phoned him 2 weeks ago to make sure that he was still alive.
His 3rd wife arrived shortly after. I never spoke to her.
This evening I brought myself a Suriname rice-beans-chicken dinner. I usually don't do that. When I wanted to eat the telephone rang. It was my mother. She never called so early so it must be something. I asked her if it was something serious because I wanted to eat. After dinner I would call her back.
I did so. She told me that my fathers wife called. I had to call her back. He isn't well. He had a stroke and his heart didn't work to long. He's kept in a coma now. His brains might have had less oxygen I think and as a consequence his lungs don't work now.
Why am I called now. Why isn't he wise enough to search for contact. I phoned him a couple of times. Now I am told that he can't stand disappointments... I'm a little disappointed in my father. He forgot his children not withstanding his disappointments sofar.
But can I say that, he is my father after all.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Free Abdullah al-Mansouri
Abdullah Al-Mansouri is a Dutch Citizen with Iranian roots.
He's imprisoned in Iran because he defends the civil rights of minorities in Iran.
Because of his work he's been given a royal order in name of our queen.
He's been jailed for over a year now, without an attorney of his own choice, juridical assistance, and without contact with a Dutch representative which was allowed in the first place.
This Dutchman might be sentenced to death because of being a defender of civil rights.
The Iranian Ambassador denies this sentence. Amnesty International insists on a fair trail.
I want you to help me and sign the letter at the bottom of this post. Please act now.
Hopefully you understand the urgency of acting.
Iran is sensitive for public opinion (which country isn't in these times? Libya, Syria, North Korea, Sudan, and other countries)
Your Excellency,
I am writing to you regarding the plight of Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri who I understand has been detained for more then one year without any reason being given. Amnesty has been informed that Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri has been brought into court without the assistance of a lawyer of his choice.
This appears to be in violation with the right to a fair trial and therefore against the Convention on Civil and Political Rights that Iran has ratified. I therefore appeal to you to look into this case urgently, with a view to releasing Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri. Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri should get immediate access to a lawyer of his choice, and receive any medical treatment he may require. Furthermore he should be allowed a Dutch representative to be present during the hearings. In no case should the death penalty be imposed.
Yours respectfully,
I signed it. See this link Sadly I couldn't get the english version of it.
He's imprisoned in Iran because he defends the civil rights of minorities in Iran.
Because of his work he's been given a royal order in name of our queen.
He's been jailed for over a year now, without an attorney of his own choice, juridical assistance, and without contact with a Dutch representative which was allowed in the first place.
This Dutchman might be sentenced to death because of being a defender of civil rights.
The Iranian Ambassador denies this sentence. Amnesty International insists on a fair trail.
I want you to help me and sign the letter at the bottom of this post. Please act now.
Hopefully you understand the urgency of acting.
Iran is sensitive for public opinion (which country isn't in these times? Libya, Syria, North Korea, Sudan, and other countries)
Your Excellency,
I am writing to you regarding the plight of Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri who I understand has been detained for more then one year without any reason being given. Amnesty has been informed that Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri has been brought into court without the assistance of a lawyer of his choice.
This appears to be in violation with the right to a fair trial and therefore against the Convention on Civil and Political Rights that Iran has ratified. I therefore appeal to you to look into this case urgently, with a view to releasing Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri. Faleh Abdoullah Al-Mansouri should get immediate access to a lawyer of his choice, and receive any medical treatment he may require. Furthermore he should be allowed a Dutch representative to be present during the hearings. In no case should the death penalty be imposed.
Yours respectfully,
I signed it. See this link Sadly I couldn't get the english version of it.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The nightingale
The sound of a nightingale
Last week I received the periodical of my Wednesday cycle club.
The Nightingale riders are in the doldrums of winter the news says. The riders skate on ice, run (something completely different) or cycle on their ATB's small distances on unpaved ways. The news is that 2 active riders will start on Wednesday 1 pm for a ride of 50-70 kilometer (instead of 6 pm).
Some people will get through the winter.
Then I read about the time trial. I was 5th of 10 riders. Okay, now it's on paper. I read about a weekend in the Ardennes and received some links to sites about cycling in the mountains.
When I read the periodical again I read about keeping your line when riding in a group. At the end of the season 2 riders who crashed. My name was mentioned as one of the riders. Again it was stressed to keep your line.
Today the solar challenge in Australia started. That makes me dreaming of cycling from south to north Australia. Let's keep on dreaming.
Last week I received the periodical of my Wednesday cycle club.
The Nightingale riders are in the doldrums of winter the news says. The riders skate on ice, run (something completely different) or cycle on their ATB's small distances on unpaved ways. The news is that 2 active riders will start on Wednesday 1 pm for a ride of 50-70 kilometer (instead of 6 pm).
Some people will get through the winter.
Then I read about the time trial. I was 5th of 10 riders. Okay, now it's on paper. I read about a weekend in the Ardennes and received some links to sites about cycling in the mountains.
When I read the periodical again I read about keeping your line when riding in a group. At the end of the season 2 riders who crashed. My name was mentioned as one of the riders. Again it was stressed to keep your line.
Today the solar challenge in Australia started. That makes me dreaming of cycling from south to north Australia. Let's keep on dreaming.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Referendum
Yesterday we have had a referendum because we need a new mayor on January 1 2008.
A month ago an application-committee chose 2 applicant (out of 26 candidates) between the citizens could choose. 2 Members of the same party. Almost the same background in politics, both candidate mayor were not real people mayors.
They campaigned 3 weeks and couldn't get close to the people resulting in a polling rate of less than 10%!
My ill neighbor, this week on holiday, I suggested to vote for her. Well at least my polling station had 1 voter. I voted blank and made my comment on the voting bill, making my vote invalid. This could be an election in a single party state. It's a farce, a dictature of a committee who decides who can be voted for.
Don't fool citizens with elections which aren't democratic at all.
A month ago an application-committee chose 2 applicant (out of 26 candidates) between the citizens could choose. 2 Members of the same party. Almost the same background in politics, both candidate mayor were not real people mayors.
They campaigned 3 weeks and couldn't get close to the people resulting in a polling rate of less than 10%!
My ill neighbor, this week on holiday, I suggested to vote for her. Well at least my polling station had 1 voter. I voted blank and made my comment on the voting bill, making my vote invalid. This could be an election in a single party state. It's a farce, a dictature of a committee who decides who can be voted for.
Don't fool citizens with elections which aren't democratic at all.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
positiveness in the rotten world
When I read the stories, or blog of HNK and Najma 2 sisters from Iraq, I see the sadness in their eyes... If they could study in the Netherlands far away from the war.
Positive is that yesterday I cycled again for a while... I felt okay but my condition is far from good. The weather is great so I will go to the club at noon.
Yesterday I made a cool picture of a bicycle and I never want mine to be treated like that..
Take a look on my
photoblog for other pictures.
Positive is that yesterday I cycled again for a while... I felt okay but my condition is far from good. The weather is great so I will go to the club at noon.
Yesterday I made a cool picture of a bicycle and I never want mine to be treated like that..
Take a look on my
photoblog for other pictures.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
heartbreaking
My neighbor has bad news again: yesterday was told that if in a PET scan tumors are found in her kidneys there will be no operation. The good news is that today they started with feeding by a stomach tube. Hopefully she will gain weight so that the operation is possible. Next week she will have a short holiday on one of the Dutch islands. In the last 5 years she's never been on a holiday.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Result
Well the doctors told my neighbor what's wrong. A 9 centimeter (5 inch ?) tumor in her oesophagus, with several smaller tumors lower in the oesophagus. It was shocking Friday, just like 2 weeks ago when she heard it was cancer. Now she was told the procedure and what the doctors can do. First she has to gain weight, at least 10 kilograms. (from only 45 kilo's!!). Then a solution may be an operation to take away the tumor. It's an operation which asks much of the body. How do I react on her bad news? She realizes how bad her position is but doesn't want to think about her near future. First things first. Wednesday she has talks with a doctor who'll be important for her, if the will live or die, her faith is in his hands she told. I learned from my mother that I should not talk always about her bad situation. So I tried to change the subject a little to the election of a major for our city.
Now I write this down I feel how absurd this is. If a situation is hopeless you often can better say nothing, because anything you say might be painful. In the beginning I was speechless, but in fact I had a lot of question. I tried to talk about daily life; the election of a new city-major. about her love for history, Rome and the ancient caves where she has had lesson about the ancient Roman history. She told me about skeletons found which fascinates her.
How morbid can ordinary life be. She might not life through another year and here he talk about dead people. I really hope the best for her and everybody around her but I fear the worst. I won't tell her what I think, I'll try to be optimistic and will talk about daily life. That's what I can do.
The morbidness is that she sleeps, or tries to sleep, just one floor under me and that I live my life .... (my neighbor on my level doesn't even know what's going on).
Now I write this down I feel how absurd this is. If a situation is hopeless you often can better say nothing, because anything you say might be painful. In the beginning I was speechless, but in fact I had a lot of question. I tried to talk about daily life; the election of a new city-major. about her love for history, Rome and the ancient caves where she has had lesson about the ancient Roman history. She told me about skeletons found which fascinates her.
How morbid can ordinary life be. She might not life through another year and here he talk about dead people. I really hope the best for her and everybody around her but I fear the worst. I won't tell her what I think, I'll try to be optimistic and will talk about daily life. That's what I can do.
The morbidness is that she sleeps, or tries to sleep, just one floor under me and that I live my life .... (my neighbor on my level doesn't even know what's going on).
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Bill Clinton
At work I work with 2 male and 2 female colleagues. Well we are in one room. When the 2 ladies are outside the room inside often is a cacophony of sounds; my male colleagues can belch, burp or eructate on command and our flatulence is really good. But mind that the flatulence of an average elephant is enough input for my heater to get me through the winter warmly. And when we talk about sex, well Bill Clinton and his Monica-gate is the extended version.
But today the women bgan talking about a Dutch documentary about alteration of the vagina, the majora and minora labia. It seems quite frustrating having an "abnormal" vagina. Compared to models in the industry who are photo-shopped completely everything should be frustrating for an everyday woman.
These days are the days of less differences, some people make it no differences no matter what the costs are.
I started today's entry with a message of Mr. Clinton. It's sad that he's out of the heart of politics. But he still can put a finger on the right spot. He knows what matters and together with the 45th vice president Al Gore, he can make a difference.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Worries
At work everyhing is okay, that means for the time being. Our new teamleader is really good. She is keen and picks up the things that matter very quicky. After the 3 weeks she's in duty now, she dalayed talks my colleage and I had with another department. Something we didn't want on the short term. She gives me a feeling that she cares for her people.
2 weeks ago my neighbor has heard the result of a second opinion. For 2 years now she has difficulties with eating and digesting food. Even drinking is ard to do.
The result of the test was a slap in the face: cancer on the oesophagus.
The last 2 weeks were actually like before; She did a lot of tests. The results will be here this week I think. It´s not clear to me if the cancer is malicious.
2 weeks ago my neighbor has heard the result of a second opinion. For 2 years now she has difficulties with eating and digesting food. Even drinking is ard to do.
The result of the test was a slap in the face: cancer on the oesophagus.
The last 2 weeks were actually like before; She did a lot of tests. The results will be here this week I think. It´s not clear to me if the cancer is malicious.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
dreaming being a writer
..........zei hij dat iedereen moest beseffen dat er destijds nog apartheid bestond. Het was op z'n hoogtepunt. Daarna vervolgde hij zijn verhaal.
‘We voeren dus de territoriale wateren van de Republiek Zuid Afrika binnen, tegelijkertijd kwamen er twee schepen aan, ze voeren op ons af. Het was de Zuid Afrikaanse kustwacht. Een aantal manschappen van een van die boten enterde ons en pakte de kapitein op. Heel raar alsof het de normaalste zaak van de wereld was, dagelijkse praktijk. We protesteerden niet eens. De stuurman had alleen een kort gesprek met een agent op die politieboot. Vanaf de andere boot werd een loods gestuurd die ons veilig de haven binnenloodste. Daar werden we aan de ketting gelegd.
De kapitein werd twee dagen vastgehouden voordat onze ambassade hem vrij kreeg. Hij werd beschuldigd van spionage, wat wij natuurlijk belachelijk vonden. Onze kapitein kwam uit Suriname en als dat de reden was voor zijn arrestatie dan was het goed mis met de republiek. Wij lagen dus aan de ketting, wat ons de gelegenheid bood Kaapstad te bezoeken.
Sommigen van ons bezochten de zwarte hoeren in het zeeliedenkwartier. Dat waren de types van laag allooi, dacht ik,' Zeeman glimlachte, ‘Ze waren niet getrouwd en op zoek naar vertier na bijna twee weken op een schip met zes man te hebben rondgedobberd. Ik was de jongste van de bemanning en wilde nog wat zien in de wereld. Toen had je nog idealen. Ook ik ging het centrum in, maar niet met de anderen mee. Ik bekeek de stad met mijn westerse ogen en zag een op ras gebaseerde samenleving. Nee, het was geen samenleving maar een afscheiding. Je had er verschillende groepen. Hoewel ze in de minderheid waren, overheersten de blanken. Daaronder stonden de Indiërs en mulatten en helemaal onderaan de ladder van dat feodale stelsel stond de zwarte bevolking.
Ik was benieuwd hoe de onderdrukten, die je het smerige werk zag opknappen, leefden, waar en hoe ze woonden. Tot dan toe had ik alleen maar de villa's van de rijke blanken in de stad gezien. Ik nam de taxi naar ‘a quarter where the black people live.' De chauffeur begreep me niet, of hij wilde me niet begrijpen. Uiteindelijk heb ik me naar het station laten brengen en zag daar veewagons, mèt mensen,' beklemtoonde Zeeman, ‘Ik vroeg aan iemand die uitstapte waar hij vandaan kwam. Helaas verstond ook hij mij niet.'
‘Die man sprak zeker Zulu?'
‘Nee Douwe, hij sprak Zuid-Afrikaans. Het leek wel oud Nederlands. Het was in ieder geval bijna Nederlands. Ik vroeg waar die man was ingestapt, waar hij woonde. Dat heb ik geweten. Drie uur rijden per trein. Drie uur in een veewagon, want dat was het. Hij werkte voor een blanke en onderhield de goede mans huis en tuin. Ik vroeg hem of er in de buurt een wijk was dat leek op zijn stad. Maar Kaapstad scheen een blanke stad te zijn. Je moest uren reizen om te weten hoe de gediscrimineerde bevolking leeft in townships, in krottenwijken buiten de stad.
Het station benauwde me, te veel ellende, te veel mensen. Ik nam een taxi terug naar de haven. Er zaten al drie anderen in de wagen. Ieder keurig in pak, een wit overhemd met een donkere stropdas en idem colbert. Ze schenen bij elkaar te horen en toen de wagen reed was ik zo vrij te vragen wat ze deden. Ze zeiden dat ze voor zaken in Kaapstad waren. Ze moesten naar de haven voor een ‘Dutch freighter'. Ik vroeg of ze de Botany Bay bedoelden. Dat was zo. Daarna vertelde ik wat er met de kapitein is gebeurd. Een van hen gaf direct aan de chauffeur door in het centrum te stoppen. Ze zeiden ontzettend blij te zijn mij te hebben ontmoet. Want als zij zich in de haven zouden vertonen, waren ze onherroepelijk gearresteerd.
Anderhalve dag later was de kapitein vrij. Je kon aan hem zien dat hij niet goed was behandeld. Ons schip was intussen door de stuurman in gereedheid gebracht uit te varen en we kregen de volgende dag toestemming te vertrekken,' Zeeman stak wederom een sigaret aan met de peuk van de oude, ‘De volgende avond bij het avondeten vertelde de kapitein dat het kantje boord was dat die ANC-jongens er lucht van hebben gekregen.' De asbak deed zijn dienst.......
‘We voeren dus de territoriale wateren van de Republiek Zuid Afrika binnen, tegelijkertijd kwamen er twee schepen aan, ze voeren op ons af. Het was de Zuid Afrikaanse kustwacht. Een aantal manschappen van een van die boten enterde ons en pakte de kapitein op. Heel raar alsof het de normaalste zaak van de wereld was, dagelijkse praktijk. We protesteerden niet eens. De stuurman had alleen een kort gesprek met een agent op die politieboot. Vanaf de andere boot werd een loods gestuurd die ons veilig de haven binnenloodste. Daar werden we aan de ketting gelegd.
De kapitein werd twee dagen vastgehouden voordat onze ambassade hem vrij kreeg. Hij werd beschuldigd van spionage, wat wij natuurlijk belachelijk vonden. Onze kapitein kwam uit Suriname en als dat de reden was voor zijn arrestatie dan was het goed mis met de republiek. Wij lagen dus aan de ketting, wat ons de gelegenheid bood Kaapstad te bezoeken.
Sommigen van ons bezochten de zwarte hoeren in het zeeliedenkwartier. Dat waren de types van laag allooi, dacht ik,' Zeeman glimlachte, ‘Ze waren niet getrouwd en op zoek naar vertier na bijna twee weken op een schip met zes man te hebben rondgedobberd. Ik was de jongste van de bemanning en wilde nog wat zien in de wereld. Toen had je nog idealen. Ook ik ging het centrum in, maar niet met de anderen mee. Ik bekeek de stad met mijn westerse ogen en zag een op ras gebaseerde samenleving. Nee, het was geen samenleving maar een afscheiding. Je had er verschillende groepen. Hoewel ze in de minderheid waren, overheersten de blanken. Daaronder stonden de Indiërs en mulatten en helemaal onderaan de ladder van dat feodale stelsel stond de zwarte bevolking.
Ik was benieuwd hoe de onderdrukten, die je het smerige werk zag opknappen, leefden, waar en hoe ze woonden. Tot dan toe had ik alleen maar de villa's van de rijke blanken in de stad gezien. Ik nam de taxi naar ‘a quarter where the black people live.' De chauffeur begreep me niet, of hij wilde me niet begrijpen. Uiteindelijk heb ik me naar het station laten brengen en zag daar veewagons, mèt mensen,' beklemtoonde Zeeman, ‘Ik vroeg aan iemand die uitstapte waar hij vandaan kwam. Helaas verstond ook hij mij niet.'
‘Die man sprak zeker Zulu?'
‘Nee Douwe, hij sprak Zuid-Afrikaans. Het leek wel oud Nederlands. Het was in ieder geval bijna Nederlands. Ik vroeg waar die man was ingestapt, waar hij woonde. Dat heb ik geweten. Drie uur rijden per trein. Drie uur in een veewagon, want dat was het. Hij werkte voor een blanke en onderhield de goede mans huis en tuin. Ik vroeg hem of er in de buurt een wijk was dat leek op zijn stad. Maar Kaapstad scheen een blanke stad te zijn. Je moest uren reizen om te weten hoe de gediscrimineerde bevolking leeft in townships, in krottenwijken buiten de stad.
Het station benauwde me, te veel ellende, te veel mensen. Ik nam een taxi terug naar de haven. Er zaten al drie anderen in de wagen. Ieder keurig in pak, een wit overhemd met een donkere stropdas en idem colbert. Ze schenen bij elkaar te horen en toen de wagen reed was ik zo vrij te vragen wat ze deden. Ze zeiden dat ze voor zaken in Kaapstad waren. Ze moesten naar de haven voor een ‘Dutch freighter'. Ik vroeg of ze de Botany Bay bedoelden. Dat was zo. Daarna vertelde ik wat er met de kapitein is gebeurd. Een van hen gaf direct aan de chauffeur door in het centrum te stoppen. Ze zeiden ontzettend blij te zijn mij te hebben ontmoet. Want als zij zich in de haven zouden vertonen, waren ze onherroepelijk gearresteerd.
Anderhalve dag later was de kapitein vrij. Je kon aan hem zien dat hij niet goed was behandeld. Ons schip was intussen door de stuurman in gereedheid gebracht uit te varen en we kregen de volgende dag toestemming te vertrekken,' Zeeman stak wederom een sigaret aan met de peuk van de oude, ‘De volgende avond bij het avondeten vertelde de kapitein dat het kantje boord was dat die ANC-jongens er lucht van hebben gekregen.' De asbak deed zijn dienst.......
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The week revisited
Friday I came home after another day of work. I was really tired.
The Thursdaynight was a little bit to long I think. Today I don't feel well, a severe headache. It's like I've had an enormous blow against the head. But that's not true I just went to bed very late. Also this week has had many thing to think about. First the cancer of the child last Tuesday, second the change of work, the talks about the tender and the financial wishes ( will be continued next week) and 3rd my neighbor.
My neighbor has had her examination in the hospital. After having trouble with eating and swallowing food and even water for at least 2 years now. The family doctor didn't really help, as well as the hospital doctors who are concentrating on her lower stomach. That's why she fought the medical institution for her right for a second opinion
Not much later when I was in the telephone rang. It was my neighbor. She was really quick telling about her health. It's cancer. A bad one. And because she is now recognized as a cancer patient, there will be action as soon as possible. Well Friday, tiredness, I talked 30 minutes with her. (no infact she talked 29 minutes to me) She doesn't realize what that means at the moment she told me. Clinically she pointed me out it was her mistake not to take action when not long ago a doctor (dr. M.A.M.T. Verhagen) told her that it could be a mentally disorder. He didn't want to give her a second opinion.
Well last week sucks.
The Thursdaynight was a little bit to long I think. Today I don't feel well, a severe headache. It's like I've had an enormous blow against the head. But that's not true I just went to bed very late. Also this week has had many thing to think about. First the cancer of the child last Tuesday, second the change of work, the talks about the tender and the financial wishes ( will be continued next week) and 3rd my neighbor.
My neighbor has had her examination in the hospital. After having trouble with eating and swallowing food and even water for at least 2 years now. The family doctor didn't really help, as well as the hospital doctors who are concentrating on her lower stomach. That's why she fought the medical institution for her right for a second opinion
Not much later when I was in the telephone rang. It was my neighbor. She was really quick telling about her health. It's cancer. A bad one. And because she is now recognized as a cancer patient, there will be action as soon as possible. Well Friday, tiredness, I talked 30 minutes with her. (no infact she talked 29 minutes to me) She doesn't realize what that means at the moment she told me. Clinically she pointed me out it was her mistake not to take action when not long ago a doctor (dr. M.A.M.T. Verhagen) told her that it could be a mentally disorder. He didn't want to give her a second opinion.
Well last week sucks.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Work
Work; the day started with some sun on the horizon. I felt sharp and it took me little time to reach the office.
3 Of my colleagues were already there. The day promised much. So I sat behind my desk and told my co-worker about my thoughts the work I'm doing. I won't do this kind of work for another 4 years I told him. There must be a change. We have to enter the digitalized world totally and the next public tender is the next step to go to a complete digital financial administration.
After having said that, I finished my letter to my labour-union for some assistance in the change of work.
At 11 am my colleague and I had talks about the public offering procedure with Jaap (who knows a lot about software, and connecting systems) and Madeleine. (from Planning & Control, who is member of the tender-committee) Talking with each other it became clear that we could learn from each other. Also I have a feeling that our remarks to put some minimal requirements in the tender triggered one and another. But we have to otherwise we are lame ducks not be able to work on a digital financial administration.
When I saw Madeleine I had to think about the Portuguese Madeleine affair. What happened in Portugal?
At noon Jaap got a telephone call from home, his wife called and he expected it.
But when he came back after 5 minutes he was shocked "I've to go immediately"
When he sat down he told that his daughter has a malicious tumour on her knee.
She is only 11 years old.
I never know what to do (and what to say) when I hear such news.
At home I thought how deep the impact on the parents must be. Of course the child must be in shock too, but I think that children are survivors. I got a feeling that children accept the situation they are in but at the same time they will be opportunists in a positive way. If you think differently let me know.
3 Of my colleagues were already there. The day promised much. So I sat behind my desk and told my co-worker about my thoughts the work I'm doing. I won't do this kind of work for another 4 years I told him. There must be a change. We have to enter the digitalized world totally and the next public tender is the next step to go to a complete digital financial administration.
After having said that, I finished my letter to my labour-union for some assistance in the change of work.
At 11 am my colleague and I had talks about the public offering procedure with Jaap (who knows a lot about software, and connecting systems) and Madeleine. (from Planning & Control, who is member of the tender-committee) Talking with each other it became clear that we could learn from each other. Also I have a feeling that our remarks to put some minimal requirements in the tender triggered one and another. But we have to otherwise we are lame ducks not be able to work on a digital financial administration.
When I saw Madeleine I had to think about the Portuguese Madeleine affair. What happened in Portugal?
At noon Jaap got a telephone call from home, his wife called and he expected it.
But when he came back after 5 minutes he was shocked "I've to go immediately"
When he sat down he told that his daughter has a malicious tumour on her knee.
She is only 11 years old.
I never know what to do (and what to say) when I hear such news.
At home I thought how deep the impact on the parents must be. Of course the child must be in shock too, but I think that children are survivors. I got a feeling that children accept the situation they are in but at the same time they will be opportunists in a positive way. If you think differently let me know.
Monday, September 10, 2007
About a Dutch girl and the FARC
Suddenly it was news in Colombia (South America). A Dutch girl, Tanja Nijmeijer, is fighting the government, a guerrilla in Colombia. What can I say, is she naive? Maybe she is but after 4 years in the jungle she must be a tough one. Yes, she is partly responsible for the killing of people by FARC and kidnapping of Ingrid Betancourt (opposition-leader).
It is sad to watch the media on television and internet, hear about her frustration and living dangerously on the edge and see that her mother went to a FARC camp (she can find it!) to visit her daughter.
Mothers do their utmost to bring their kids in safety. But sometimes it won't work.
If the mother of Tanja can find her then the Colombian national army and police will probably know where Ingrid Betancourt and other kidnapped people are.
When they dismantle the FARC I think it may destabilize Colombia. In the war on drug the US is one of Colombia's best friends. Without FARC this can change quickly. That's certainly no good news for the government.
It is sad to watch the media on television and internet, hear about her frustration and living dangerously on the edge and see that her mother went to a FARC camp (she can find it!) to visit her daughter.
Mothers do their utmost to bring their kids in safety. But sometimes it won't work.
If the mother of Tanja can find her then the Colombian national army and police will probably know where Ingrid Betancourt and other kidnapped people are.
When they dismantle the FARC I think it may destabilize Colombia. In the war on drug the US is one of Colombia's best friends. Without FARC this can change quickly. That's certainly no good news for the government.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
On my way to Amsterdam
When I came back in my old town I came along this wall. This was last weekend. I took my camera with me on cycle tour which was a day return Utrecht-Amsterdam. Partly I followed the road between the canal and the railway on the video. The return was 102 kilometer by the way.On my way to Amsterdam I had a lot to think over. At work really a lot is going on. Especially the spreading of rumors about my colleague's and my position leaving the department is something which interest me. But it's true between 3 months and a year I will be doing work in a different way. But which way, that is the question. The management who favours our transfer does mention the pros but doesn't speak about the contras of it. Being on the department means having short lines with the work-floor and having access to (not digitalized) information and people. Files cannot leave the department so for payments I have to be on the department. There is so much to say about it. As we have a new team-leader we first want to inform her about the progress in this transfer.
Today we had a trip with our department. Some kind of team-building without the coming team-leader. (what made the interim manager decide to plan it on his last day in office?) It was a ride with cars and in the meantime we had to do some tests as in a rally like Paris-Dakar. The cars we drove were Citroen 2CV's. Very nostalgic cars, but not really for me. After 10 kilometers I was sick and at the first stop I decided to to back home. I walked 4 k to a train-station and took the train back home. That happened at 2 pm. 10 Hours later I still felt sick.
Two days ago I had this view from my window.
Friday, August 10, 2007
this week
This week I thought I would work without co-worker. But suddenly he appeared Tuesday at work. He postponed his holiday. At work some thing are going on. A colleague who worked on a temporary basis with us was suddenly fired by her coordinator. This is not done.
Next week my co-worker and I will have talks with the manager of the department where we might work in future. This manager wants to break the ice. I informed the Unions of what will happen and they told me to put everything on paper and to make sure that the works council knows about the alterations.
I will influence the job we're having now.
About this weekend: I'll make a long distance bike tour.
I'll leave at 7 am.
When I come back the weekend will almost be over.
So all of you enjoy your days.
Next week my co-worker and I will have talks with the manager of the department where we might work in future. This manager wants to break the ice. I informed the Unions of what will happen and they told me to put everything on paper and to make sure that the works council knows about the alterations.
I will influence the job we're having now.
About this weekend: I'll make a long distance bike tour.
I'll leave at 7 am.
When I come back the weekend will almost be over.
So all of you enjoy your days.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Paris
From above, place de la Bastille, place de la republique, view from a terrace near the Eifel tower and gare du nord
Yes, I've reached Paris and stayed there for an ultra short time of 3.5 hours.
On my way to Paris I've seen a lot, met interesting, nice people and ate good meals and drank lot's of water And I liked it. But Paris, no it's not my city.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Public service: don't go to far
Our social securities are really good here in the Netherlands. Disabled people get their wheelchairs if they need one from the local Public Service (PS) and if applied for. When the chair is stolen they get a new one immediately. It's a need for living for some disabled people. Some disabled people don't depend on a wheelchair, but that's often forgotten.
PS also pays for housing adjustments, such as stairs-, toilet- and kitchen-adjustments. The ownership belongs to the owner/user of the house. When there is damage to the adjustment due to burglary it's an insurance problem. It can't be that the invoice for reparation is for the municipality.
Such an invoice was offered to me with the subject burglary damage. I immediately informed my co-worker of the reason. I think it belongs to the owner/user of the house who should have an insurance. Let him (it's a he) pay for it. It doesn't matter weather he is handicapped, he just an ordinary citizen who should insure himself the way or citizens do. The reaction of the colleague who wanted me to pay the bill was that the client would cause a lot of trouble. Communication seems to be very difficult. It would take him 3 hours to solve the matter. Probably he would go to the local Ombudsman. The simpliest thing to do is paying the bill.
I think it's showing weakness of the PS to walk away for these possible difficulties. Also PS doesn't take it's client serious and you can ask yourself if in similar cases the same procedure will be followed.
Well, this was the last thing at work which made me a little bit angry. 3 Weeks no work.
When I leave for Paris is the question, the weather you see and maybe not only that.
PS also pays for housing adjustments, such as stairs-, toilet- and kitchen-adjustments. The ownership belongs to the owner/user of the house. When there is damage to the adjustment due to burglary it's an insurance problem. It can't be that the invoice for reparation is for the municipality.
Such an invoice was offered to me with the subject burglary damage. I immediately informed my co-worker of the reason. I think it belongs to the owner/user of the house who should have an insurance. Let him (it's a he) pay for it. It doesn't matter weather he is handicapped, he just an ordinary citizen who should insure himself the way or citizens do. The reaction of the colleague who wanted me to pay the bill was that the client would cause a lot of trouble. Communication seems to be very difficult. It would take him 3 hours to solve the matter. Probably he would go to the local Ombudsman. The simpliest thing to do is paying the bill.
I think it's showing weakness of the PS to walk away for these possible difficulties. Also PS doesn't take it's client serious and you can ask yourself if in similar cases the same procedure will be followed.
Well, this was the last thing at work which made me a little bit angry. 3 Weeks no work.
When I leave for Paris is the question, the weather you see and maybe not only that.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
A week to go
One week work lies ahead for me. Than I go on holiday. I made the decision to go to Paris en vélo.
The last experience in France wasn't very good so I got wipe that out. I'll cycle from Maastricht in the south of the Netherlands to Paris. It´ll go through the Ardennes, Along the city of Laon in the north of France, through the forest of Compiègne to the Bastille in Paris.
Also I think to do more by train to go further south.
The weather is a big disappoinment the last weeks. In Great Britain it rained cats and dogs. Here in Holland we have rain every day and often thunder. Not very good for a cycle holiday. Belgium is the same and the north of France is the same.
Hopefully the forecast will show better weather from the 7th of July.
Wednesday 4th of July: happy holiday.
The last experience in France wasn't very good so I got wipe that out. I'll cycle from Maastricht in the south of the Netherlands to Paris. It´ll go through the Ardennes, Along the city of Laon in the north of France, through the forest of Compiègne to the Bastille in Paris.
Also I think to do more by train to go further south.
The weather is a big disappoinment the last weeks. In Great Britain it rained cats and dogs. Here in Holland we have rain every day and often thunder. Not very good for a cycle holiday. Belgium is the same and the north of France is the same.
Hopefully the forecast will show better weather from the 7th of July.
Wednesday 4th of July: happy holiday.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Why should I?
Now it's all clear.. A week ago my colleague was not amused that he spilled coffee because of me. I apologized for that. He didn't apologize for his reaction but only listened what I had to say about how his reaction came over to me. He asked me if I would complain about him. Why should I complain about him?
We made a deal and will get coffee for each other again...
We made a deal and will get coffee for each other again...
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
cycle tour
On a cycle tour I shoot this crossing of the nearby river. These 3 minutes feel great. It brings you closer to the esence of life. crossing the river with no stress. On the other side there is life too and the ferryman doesn't ask much for his service.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
temperature rise
The severe weather warning this afternoon could be seen on the temperature maps of the National Weatherservice.
In the center of this picture temperature is rising after a short decline in temperature due to thunderclouds
In the center of this picture temperature is rising after a short decline in temperature due to thunderclouds
Friday, June 08, 2007
A day at the office
What a day, for the 1st time this year 31C .... I took a day off on recommendation of my co worker. I had time for cycling and I did. After changing the old brakes for new ones on the bicycle I could fly again after 2 weeks having no racing bike.
Racing 40k/hr on a light bike with small wheels, the shoes are connected via a click-on system with the bike's pedals, wearing a helmet as protection in case of a fall, short and shirt made of ultra light fabric. These statistics make the rider one with the bike. If the bike flies, the rider flies too.
This is what I did at noon and after exactly 1 hour, no second more, I was back home. I did a short trip to try the new prepared bike. A trip of 31.2 kilometer.
I cycled fast, maybe because of yesterday when I had a short clash with a colleague S. I don´t know how I should interprete the (re)action of my colleague S.
It was about coffee. I asked if my co worker wanted coffee. S. answered that he should have one, but he's not my co worker. After numerous times that my co worker and I served coffee for our room (the 2 of us and for 3 other colleagues including S.) I decided to get coffee for my co worker and myself and walked out of the room. S. ran after me, took another route and stood at the coffee machine with a pokerface waiting for another colleague (who didn't know anything what has happened). I asked him if I could get my coffee right after him. He said yes of course. Leaving colleague S. behind me.
S. and I had a short coffee mug fight, clinging with the mugs. S. won, he got his expresso.
I porred him and some coffee was wasted on the floor. Maybe that made S. angry. In his eyes I saw anger and I was astonished as well as anxious. I was in a defense mode. Standing a few metres away from him, he kicked me with his feet. At least he tried and that doesn't feel okay.
Racing 40k/hr on a light bike with small wheels, the shoes are connected via a click-on system with the bike's pedals, wearing a helmet as protection in case of a fall, short and shirt made of ultra light fabric. These statistics make the rider one with the bike. If the bike flies, the rider flies too.
This is what I did at noon and after exactly 1 hour, no second more, I was back home. I did a short trip to try the new prepared bike. A trip of 31.2 kilometer.
I cycled fast, maybe because of yesterday when I had a short clash with a colleague S. I don´t know how I should interprete the (re)action of my colleague S.
It was about coffee. I asked if my co worker wanted coffee. S. answered that he should have one, but he's not my co worker. After numerous times that my co worker and I served coffee for our room (the 2 of us and for 3 other colleagues including S.) I decided to get coffee for my co worker and myself and walked out of the room. S. ran after me, took another route and stood at the coffee machine with a pokerface waiting for another colleague (who didn't know anything what has happened). I asked him if I could get my coffee right after him. He said yes of course. Leaving colleague S. behind me.
S. and I had a short coffee mug fight, clinging with the mugs. S. won, he got his expresso.
I porred him and some coffee was wasted on the floor. Maybe that made S. angry. In his eyes I saw anger and I was astonished as well as anxious. I was in a defense mode. Standing a few metres away from him, he kicked me with his feet. At least he tried and that doesn't feel okay.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
BNN's great Donorshow
In Holland people are some what strange sometimes... A lot of commotion is going on concerning a televisionshow. In this show a person who has a short time to live wants to donate a kidney to a person who is on the list to get a donor kidney. The giver can choose out of 3 possible receivers and public can vote for who'll be transplanted.
The public broadcastcorporation who will transmit the show (BNN) also says it is untasteful and disgusting but it's better than the truth.
Too many people don't have a donorcertificate (or donorcodicil as we call it) and say no against giving away vital organs after death.
Also the system of being donor is questionable. If it were an opt-out system more transplants might be possible. Now we have an opt-in system and if people don't have a codicil family will have the final word and that is losing essential time for donation I think.
In the Netherlands we have a shortage of organs to be transplanted. It could be more if the community was informed better and the system worked better.
Maybe the great Donorshow will raise enough publicity to change the system and the attitude of the people....
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Overestimation
Sometimes people overestimate themselves. I overestimated myself 2 days ago riding on my bicycle north to visit my mother. I thought it would be an easy trip but the rain in the morning when I left, the wind and lower temperatures than I expected, made my calculation of what I could ride a little bit opportunistic so to say.
I calculated before I left home I would cycle at least 200 kilometer. After 50k I had a stop to have a cup of cappuccino. That was refreshing. After another 50k I crossed the IJssel bridge at Zwolle. That means 80k to go on the shortest route.
As I wanted to go along the house where I was born
I decided the night before to cycle another 20k plus.
I made it to the house, even photographed it and some kilometers further.
Then I had 2 possibilities. Option 1 go to the nearest train station and go by train, or option 2 cycle for at least 30k. I choose the first because I was feeling a little bit cold, I wouldn't make it before 19.00 pm and the tour had to be fun
I made some miscalculations and overestimated myself I think.
I calculated before I left home I would cycle at least 200 kilometer. After 50k I had a stop to have a cup of cappuccino. That was refreshing. After another 50k I crossed the IJssel bridge at Zwolle. That means 80k to go on the shortest route.
As I wanted to go along the house where I was born
I decided the night before to cycle another 20k plus.
I made it to the house, even photographed it and some kilometers further.
Then I had 2 possibilities. Option 1 go to the nearest train station and go by train, or option 2 cycle for at least 30k. I choose the first because I was feeling a little bit cold, I wouldn't make it before 19.00 pm and the tour had to be fun
I made some miscalculations and overestimated myself I think.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Weekend
Between the rain and hail showers I'm looking for the sun.
Likely I go with some of these riders next Sunday for the 80 k.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Sad
I was watching some shark attack video's on Youtube, when my eye caught this..
How sad, and why can this still happen in the civilized world. Animal wellfare: America should have politics on animalrights.
I'm feeling sad about it.
How sad, and why can this still happen in the civilized world. Animal wellfare: America should have politics on animalrights.
I'm feeling sad about it.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Congrats Ocean
The sun is shining for over a month now. We didn't have any rain for over 1.5 months and temperature is far above long year average this year. It's like Holland moved to the Mediterranean. But after this weekend temperature will drop significantly and it will rain in the homeland of Hans Brinker.
But Bangkok (scientist conference about climate) or not climate change will urge us for some action. To keep the world temperature rise limited to 2 degrees it will cost each person in the world 300 Euro a year. Make that 10 times more for people in Europe, America and Australia. Brazilia, India and China should start with environment "friendly" production of the same responsible product.
Better it is to stop consuming goods endangering the environment; I mean consuming, such as using old Philips-lights instead of energy-saving lights, eating meat from the other side of the world instead of meat of cattle from regional farmers (no meat is even better), driving a car or taking a plane instead of using other much more environment-friendly means of transport.
I know hypocracy rules the world (Bob Dylan). I haven't driven a car for 12 years now and it's comfortable to have the opportunity to drive a car when you need one. That's why I had a medical test last month to exclude the risk of epilepsy while driving a car. I have a driving permission of 5 years now and it feels good.
But mainly I still use my bicycles for everything. 3 Weeks ago my cycle-club an I went to the coast and back: 200 kilometers, 2 weeks ago I went to my mother and cycled back home: 200 kilometers and this week for training 280 kilometers (including riding with the club on Sunday, May 6).
Today, May 5, is the day of celebrating our liberty. It started in 1945 and now this day is really changing to a day of looking to the future. In Utrecht at noon the national liberty day began with a liberty-concert. A well known, everybody-likes- them, middle of the road band had a short concert close to my home.
At 11.30 am I heard and saw an Apache coming from the northwest with bands to act and at 1 pm I saw the same helicopter flying to Amsterdam. It was like Apocalypse now. Flying low I saw the guns pointing at the ground. Men with drums and guitars were shooting music to the ground. I heard a rising sound of the motors which overwhelmed the music and then they disappeared as quickly as they came.
In the local paper I read that the heli pilots served in Afghanistan. Those pilots might have fired some Hellfire missiles to a Taliban depot. It´s just that this contrasts with our liberty day.
I took some freedom not to write for a while. Or may be this isn´t freedom at all. In fact the virusprotection licence has ended and I bought an update which could be installed from CD-ROM. When I tried to install the update it seemed that my CD-ROM and DVD didn´t work.
At work everything is fine. Yesterday a girl who worked temporarily at our office resigned. She and her friend will go to Asia for 5 months for a kind of development-aidproject.
She will visit at the end of May first Iran and will go to Isfahan as a stopover for a week. Thanks to readers of Ocean I know it must be a beautiful place to be....
On a training session after work I had my camera with me. I decided to film this ship on the Lek.
But Bangkok (scientist conference about climate) or not climate change will urge us for some action. To keep the world temperature rise limited to 2 degrees it will cost each person in the world 300 Euro a year. Make that 10 times more for people in Europe, America and Australia. Brazilia, India and China should start with environment "friendly" production of the same responsible product.
Better it is to stop consuming goods endangering the environment; I mean consuming, such as using old Philips-lights instead of energy-saving lights, eating meat from the other side of the world instead of meat of cattle from regional farmers (no meat is even better), driving a car or taking a plane instead of using other much more environment-friendly means of transport.
I know hypocracy rules the world (Bob Dylan). I haven't driven a car for 12 years now and it's comfortable to have the opportunity to drive a car when you need one. That's why I had a medical test last month to exclude the risk of epilepsy while driving a car. I have a driving permission of 5 years now and it feels good.
But mainly I still use my bicycles for everything. 3 Weeks ago my cycle-club an I went to the coast and back: 200 kilometers, 2 weeks ago I went to my mother and cycled back home: 200 kilometers and this week for training 280 kilometers (including riding with the club on Sunday, May 6).
Today, May 5, is the day of celebrating our liberty. It started in 1945 and now this day is really changing to a day of looking to the future. In Utrecht at noon the national liberty day began with a liberty-concert. A well known, everybody-likes- them, middle of the road band had a short concert close to my home.
At 11.30 am I heard and saw an Apache coming from the northwest with bands to act and at 1 pm I saw the same helicopter flying to Amsterdam. It was like Apocalypse now. Flying low I saw the guns pointing at the ground. Men with drums and guitars were shooting music to the ground. I heard a rising sound of the motors which overwhelmed the music and then they disappeared as quickly as they came.
In the local paper I read that the heli pilots served in Afghanistan. Those pilots might have fired some Hellfire missiles to a Taliban depot. It´s just that this contrasts with our liberty day.
I took some freedom not to write for a while. Or may be this isn´t freedom at all. In fact the virusprotection licence has ended and I bought an update which could be installed from CD-ROM. When I tried to install the update it seemed that my CD-ROM and DVD didn´t work.
At work everything is fine. Yesterday a girl who worked temporarily at our office resigned. She and her friend will go to Asia for 5 months for a kind of development-aidproject.
She will visit at the end of May first Iran and will go to Isfahan as a stopover for a week. Thanks to readers of Ocean I know it must be a beautiful place to be....
On a training session after work I had my camera with me. I decided to film this ship on the Lek.
Monday, April 16, 2007
It's my record and it made my weekend
Almost forgot to write about the first weekend with temperatures like in summer.
After last episode in this blog I wrote about temperatures of 17 degrees. Not much later, on April 14 and 15 we registered even 27 and 28.9 degrees Celsius. My parents, grandparents and their ancestors never experienced so early such midsummer highs. The keukenhof, with the famous tulips, is booming business.
Actually I went there together with my club on bicycle. It was the bloembollentocht, formerly known as the LSD-trip.
We departed from the locally famous cafe Ledig Erf at 8.00 am sharp and rode in western direction. After 90 kilometer we reached our goal Bloemendaal-Overveen, known in Dutch as het kopje van Bloemendaal. After climbing these dunes (I think our Sunday afternoon hill de Amerongse berg is much heavier) we headed to the North sea, Zandvoort was the place to be on this hot Sunday.
It felt like being in France, the colors, the perfume and the chaos. Yeah, it was like a day in my first holiday in France, in Perpignan.
Back home I cycled 200 kilometer in Dutch heat. It's a record for me.
On the day the Rotterdam marathon was cancelled after 3 hours due to the heat I cycled in a pack of 40 cyclists 7.5 hours. That's my record and it made my weekend.
After last episode in this blog I wrote about temperatures of 17 degrees. Not much later, on April 14 and 15 we registered even 27 and 28.9 degrees Celsius. My parents, grandparents and their ancestors never experienced so early such midsummer highs. The keukenhof, with the famous tulips, is booming business.
Actually I went there together with my club on bicycle. It was the bloembollentocht, formerly known as the LSD-trip.
We departed from the locally famous cafe Ledig Erf at 8.00 am sharp and rode in western direction. After 90 kilometer we reached our goal Bloemendaal-Overveen, known in Dutch as het kopje van Bloemendaal. After climbing these dunes (I think our Sunday afternoon hill de Amerongse berg is much heavier) we headed to the North sea, Zandvoort was the place to be on this hot Sunday.
It felt like being in France, the colors, the perfume and the chaos. Yeah, it was like a day in my first holiday in France, in Perpignan.
Back home I cycled 200 kilometer in Dutch heat. It's a record for me.
On the day the Rotterdam marathon was cancelled after 3 hours due to the heat I cycled in a pack of 40 cyclists 7.5 hours. That's my record and it made my weekend.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Power struggle
As my last post didn't mean much at least it meant a change in lifestyle. After that picture the sun came back and temperatures rose to 15,17 even 19 degrees C today. Together with the rising sun and summertime it gave me the chance to bicycle more often. The club rides have begun too. So momentarily I am a month ahead of last years schedule.
Also I am very busy at work. We got to report budget overdrawings and we got to find an explanation for this. Actually in my view the interpretation should be work for the coordinating officers who exceed budget.
Today I heard a staff member introduce the new word "lump sum". 17 Years ago I heard about it in lessons about accounting at school. It was very unexpected that today I heard about it again. The staffmember is new for us so we (my colleague, someone from P&C and I) had a talk with her.
She gave us more information than we expected. I know now that there are 2 scenario's of what will happen with my department. I critized the 2 scenario's and said that there was a third way. Sadly that was a passed station. It's the reason why our former boss left her position, and in a way I agree with her.
The 2 scenario's are almost a secret. She asked us not to talk about because it could give unrest in the organisation. It'll take some time before it will be effective and until then everything will be business as usual. That means that the pilots we are doing because of a change in organisation format will go on.
In the worst case scenario it might be work for nothing.
I think that policy-makers and management have to tell us what will happen and what is going on. It is a power struggle between 2 or 3 people.
Today I heard that a colleague of my age died last weekend. She did different work but I met her at an instruction-day. Very scary news.
Also I am very busy at work. We got to report budget overdrawings and we got to find an explanation for this. Actually in my view the interpretation should be work for the coordinating officers who exceed budget.
Today I heard a staff member introduce the new word "lump sum". 17 Years ago I heard about it in lessons about accounting at school. It was very unexpected that today I heard about it again. The staffmember is new for us so we (my colleague, someone from P&C and I) had a talk with her.
She gave us more information than we expected. I know now that there are 2 scenario's of what will happen with my department. I critized the 2 scenario's and said that there was a third way. Sadly that was a passed station. It's the reason why our former boss left her position, and in a way I agree with her.
The 2 scenario's are almost a secret. She asked us not to talk about because it could give unrest in the organisation. It'll take some time before it will be effective and until then everything will be business as usual. That means that the pilots we are doing because of a change in organisation format will go on.
In the worst case scenario it might be work for nothing.
I think that policy-makers and management have to tell us what will happen and what is going on. It is a power struggle between 2 or 3 people.
Today I heard that a colleague of my age died last weekend. She did different work but I met her at an instruction-day. Very scary news.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
new video
I made this one a week ago. It gives an impression of what is sailing cross the canal behind my house.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
my 667th post
No wonder that I had no readers for the last couple of days. Everyone seems to be busy. I wonder how the world can be busy simultaneously. Like everything happens at the same time.
The blogs of fellow bloggers for years seem to have a discontinuity. Even Caren seems to be busy, but that's normal.
Blogger
The blogs of fellow bloggers for years seem to have a discontinuity. Even Caren seems to be busy, but that's normal.
Blogger
I have several good excuses for being a bad blogger this week. I am going to have guest bloggers Charlie Brown and Lucy blog the reasons for me:
Wah wah, wah-wah,
wah-wah
wah wah wah!
Ah, now you know.
Seriously, nothing's wrong, just busy. Have a fun day!
posted by AddledWriter @ 6:54 PM
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Bird-box and other stuff
Today: weekend.
Last night: went to bed on time
seen: I saw some World championships ice speed-skating in Salt Lake City
didn't see: World record 500 meter (in 34.25 seconds equals 52.554k/hr!)
Today is also a beautiful day with lots of sunshine. Spring has come. It's in the air. I got to renew the birth-house where the singers can nest. When I looked at the birdhouse of my neighbors in front of my house I saw a robin inspecting the nestingbox adjusted to the wall of the house.
I had a perfect sight on it and saw the bird was critical on it. I think he or she will take it. Isn't it a very, very fine house really hard to get these day's? (especially for birds in the Netherlands) Got to do some cleaning of my balcony. Got to cycle, buy grocery stuff, do all the weekend things.
I read something about sharing cars, the greenwheels-project, maybe that triggered my thought.
Some day I need a car. That's why I bought -a statement of my own-.
Let me explain. Everyone who gets a drivers licence or has a health-change has to answer a few questions concerned the ability to drive a car. If one question is answered with -no- than you need a medical receipt that you can drive a car. In my case I made an appointment with a neurology doctor to have a registration or mentioning in my drivers licence that I have had an epileptic attack (grand mal) 5 years ago and that I'm doing great now.
I don't know what the outcome will be.
About communication on the workfloor, our manager has a problem with not being informed about the talks my co-worker and I've had about possible transfer to another department. We didn't have anything on paper yet. If we have (next week) than we'll inform him. How I don't know but the interim manager knew that we had talks with the department.
My co-worker is criticised on this, but now while I write this down I consider it as criticism on me aswell. Okay, this is something to explain to the interim manager. Maybe he can tell us who informed him about our interdepartmental talks :-)
I almost forgot to mention, we had elections last week. It's the election for a governmental body which members also choose the Senate. Instead of being a region election which it supposed to be, it was an election to test the Government. If the ruling parties don't rule the Senate they have more difficulties to rule the Netherlands. (It's like America where Bush has major problems now the Senate is democratic.)
I voted for the opposition, partly green in the province and partly for Govermental change, dynamics in the Senate.
This is politics and I think that a lot got to change, the public isn't interested anymore.
Not in governing the nation (80% of the laws are based on European laws, or say decrets), not in governing the EU (influence is very low and Bruxelles is far away in people's mind)
Neither in governing the province, because we don't know what they do.
The only governing body of some interest is the Municipality because the Government is delegating tasks to the Municipality. They become more powerful.
I was member of a political party but I resigned after the new cabinet was installed. The party I chose is governing with the same prime minister as head. They digusted his ideas. He has support of Bush, he supports Bush. I don't and my party didn't too much.
Last night: went to bed on time
seen: I saw some World championships ice speed-skating in Salt Lake City
didn't see: World record 500 meter (in 34.25 seconds equals 52.554k/hr!)
Today is also a beautiful day with lots of sunshine. Spring has come. It's in the air. I got to renew the birth-house where the singers can nest. When I looked at the birdhouse of my neighbors in front of my house I saw a robin inspecting the nestingbox adjusted to the wall of the house.
I had a perfect sight on it and saw the bird was critical on it. I think he or she will take it. Isn't it a very, very fine house really hard to get these day's? (especially for birds in the Netherlands) Got to do some cleaning of my balcony. Got to cycle, buy grocery stuff, do all the weekend things.
I read something about sharing cars, the greenwheels-project, maybe that triggered my thought.
Some day I need a car. That's why I bought -a statement of my own-.
Let me explain. Everyone who gets a drivers licence or has a health-change has to answer a few questions concerned the ability to drive a car. If one question is answered with -no- than you need a medical receipt that you can drive a car. In my case I made an appointment with a neurology doctor to have a registration or mentioning in my drivers licence that I have had an epileptic attack (grand mal) 5 years ago and that I'm doing great now.
I don't know what the outcome will be.
About communication on the workfloor, our manager has a problem with not being informed about the talks my co-worker and I've had about possible transfer to another department. We didn't have anything on paper yet. If we have (next week) than we'll inform him. How I don't know but the interim manager knew that we had talks with the department.
My co-worker is criticised on this, but now while I write this down I consider it as criticism on me aswell. Okay, this is something to explain to the interim manager. Maybe he can tell us who informed him about our interdepartmental talks :-)
I almost forgot to mention, we had elections last week. It's the election for a governmental body which members also choose the Senate. Instead of being a region election which it supposed to be, it was an election to test the Government. If the ruling parties don't rule the Senate they have more difficulties to rule the Netherlands. (It's like America where Bush has major problems now the Senate is democratic.)
I voted for the opposition, partly green in the province and partly for Govermental change, dynamics in the Senate.
This is politics and I think that a lot got to change, the public isn't interested anymore.
Not in governing the nation (80% of the laws are based on European laws, or say decrets), not in governing the EU (influence is very low and Bruxelles is far away in people's mind)
Neither in governing the province, because we don't know what they do.
The only governing body of some interest is the Municipality because the Government is delegating tasks to the Municipality. They become more powerful.
I was member of a political party but I resigned after the new cabinet was installed. The party I chose is governing with the same prime minister as head. They digusted his ideas. He has support of Bush, he supports Bush. I don't and my party didn't too much.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
The relation between speed skating and my rehab.
Last night and the night before I saw the ice speed skating finals in Calgary, Canada.
I had to stay up till 1.30 Am to see the last ride on the 5 K between 2 Dutch skaters.
Sven Kramer and Carl Verheijen were the best on the distance. The first won the cup in a new World record.
It was worth for me to stay up all night only because of the record. Next week there will the World championships on several distances. Another weekend being late is not something I'll probably do. I'll see it on the breakfast news or in the evening.
Going to bed late isn't a healthy thing to do for me. I makes the day after a mess.
You see I need some structure in my life. You can say that it's the result of the accident I had when I was 14.
I was cycling to school when a car hit me in the back. I flew through the air and landed with my head on a stone. The result was a 3 weeks coma. In total I was hospitalized for 3 months. After that I had 2 months rehabilitation in a rehab center in Beesterzwaag (province of Friesland).
(So that's why I've been in a rehab and my dismissal 25 years ago, for your knowing Ocean)
This is also the relation suggested in the title
In those days I had a very strange feeling. A spiritual feeling. I saw something, I felt something and I spoke with someone in my mind. I didn't have to worry. If I wanted I could walk over water, even if I couldn't walk. Everything would work out fine.
When I got compliments that my recovery goes well I said that it just happens. It was like being in a roller-coaster, but in fact it was only going up, up and up. Getting stronger I felt the anger inside.
In no-time I was back on track on the same school which I didn't get to on the day of the accident.
On March 1 1982 I started on a lower level. I was thrown back 1 year.
Somewhere in april I broke down when I cycled back home from school. I don't know how I got home, cycling 20 K. But when I got there I slept for days. When I woke up my parents arranged a new school in the village we lived in. No more cycling.
I had to stay up till 1.30 Am to see the last ride on the 5 K between 2 Dutch skaters.
Sven Kramer and Carl Verheijen were the best on the distance. The first won the cup in a new World record.
It was worth for me to stay up all night only because of the record. Next week there will the World championships on several distances. Another weekend being late is not something I'll probably do. I'll see it on the breakfast news or in the evening.
Going to bed late isn't a healthy thing to do for me. I makes the day after a mess.
You see I need some structure in my life. You can say that it's the result of the accident I had when I was 14.
I was cycling to school when a car hit me in the back. I flew through the air and landed with my head on a stone. The result was a 3 weeks coma. In total I was hospitalized for 3 months. After that I had 2 months rehabilitation in a rehab center in Beesterzwaag (province of Friesland).
(So that's why I've been in a rehab and my dismissal 25 years ago, for your knowing Ocean)
This is also the relation suggested in the title
In those days I had a very strange feeling. A spiritual feeling. I saw something, I felt something and I spoke with someone in my mind. I didn't have to worry. If I wanted I could walk over water, even if I couldn't walk. Everything would work out fine.
When I got compliments that my recovery goes well I said that it just happens. It was like being in a roller-coaster, but in fact it was only going up, up and up. Getting stronger I felt the anger inside.
In no-time I was back on track on the same school which I didn't get to on the day of the accident.
On March 1 1982 I started on a lower level. I was thrown back 1 year.
Somewhere in april I broke down when I cycled back home from school. I don't know how I got home, cycling 20 K. But when I got there I slept for days. When I woke up my parents arranged a new school in the village we lived in. No more cycling.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
25th anniversary
I changed to the new blogger format. I actually did a lot of thing recently.
Internetdating? I try!!; Cycling? I'm on scedule for the new season; Work? I've got a little successstory and have had a conflict with a colleague. We talked and cleared the air. From that moment I feel I'm mentally and fysically very strong. It's a period to grow. I should take advantage of it.
February 19 is my anniversary of being dismissed 25 years ago out of the rehabilitation-center.
After 3 months hospital the 2 months rehab were a happy and valuable part of my life.
It was learning by doing. I think it was the most social period in my life till now and I enjoyed it.
Internetdating? I try!!; Cycling? I'm on scedule for the new season; Work? I've got a little successstory and have had a conflict with a colleague. We talked and cleared the air. From that moment I feel I'm mentally and fysically very strong. It's a period to grow. I should take advantage of it.
February 19 is my anniversary of being dismissed 25 years ago out of the rehabilitation-center.
After 3 months hospital the 2 months rehab were a happy and valuable part of my life.
It was learning by doing. I think it was the most social period in my life till now and I enjoyed it.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
busy
This weekend I've had a long one. I had a day off last Friday. That means cycling every day. Training for the summer holiday in July.
The winter isn't that cold here in Holland, especially this year. That means a lot of training possibilities.
At work I got a lot to do and a lot of things at work keep me busy.
Last week I had with about 10 other employees a short discussion about changes in work...should we work with more (or less) entrepreneurship in our work. The pilots my department works on (2 levels) was relatively new for the discussion-leader and he is the big boss.
I tried to make clear that my department already creates a higher service level towards the citizens. I guess that I partly succeeded in making my point. Hopefully management wakes up.
Here is an example of a problem of communicating with management. They don't really know what's happening on the workfloor
The winter isn't that cold here in Holland, especially this year. That means a lot of training possibilities.
At work I got a lot to do and a lot of things at work keep me busy.
Last week I had with about 10 other employees a short discussion about changes in work...should we work with more (or less) entrepreneurship in our work. The pilots my department works on (2 levels) was relatively new for the discussion-leader and he is the big boss.
I tried to make clear that my department already creates a higher service level towards the citizens. I guess that I partly succeeded in making my point. Hopefully management wakes up.
Here is an example of a problem of communicating with management. They don't really know what's happening on the workfloor
Monday, January 22, 2007
intense, heavy and deathly
As I haven't written anything in the last 14 days I'll give an update of the last weeks.
I went to work, went home, went to the groceries(which I do almost daily), prepared my dinner, watched some TV, checked the Internet, went to bed, woke up the next day at 7 am and began the next day as the previous day. The weekends I did some shopping, waking up later than normal and I spent some hours on bicycle training.
looking up the dike on one of my tours.
On January 11 we had a storm over Holland, at the coastline. Inland the wind wasn't really stormy. Temperatures were quite high. Yes ocean, we had Californian highs of 15 degrees C., extraordinary, in the midst of winter!!!
On the 18th day of this year Europe had another storm. Much intenser, heavier and deathlier.
In Europe almost 50 people died, in the Netherlands 7 people lost their lives.
It was a mean one, the wind suddenly came, faded away and came back again.
Some new built houses a few kilometers away from my house were heavily damaged. One tree in a park next to my house collapsed. The 4 remaining trees in front of my house are all okay.
My house has no damage luckily. The wind only broke some pots for plants.
Last Saturday the wind blew again with lots of rain. Suddenly it was dry and the next days will be cold, below zero C. when I cycle to work. I bought some gloves today because I lost the pair I had last year and till now I didn't need them.
weather for tonight.
At work there are some rumors that an executive of another department wants to implement my work in his department. It's a bit of showing poor management quality with the civil service. Know that parts of my department concerned with this rumor is in the midst of a change, making the whole situation stressful and explosive.
I went to work, went home, went to the groceries(which I do almost daily), prepared my dinner, watched some TV, checked the Internet, went to bed, woke up the next day at 7 am and began the next day as the previous day. The weekends I did some shopping, waking up later than normal and I spent some hours on bicycle training.
looking up the dike on one of my tours.On January 11 we had a storm over Holland, at the coastline. Inland the wind wasn't really stormy. Temperatures were quite high. Yes ocean, we had Californian highs of 15 degrees C., extraordinary, in the midst of winter!!!
On the 18th day of this year Europe had another storm. Much intenser, heavier and deathlier.
In Europe almost 50 people died, in the Netherlands 7 people lost their lives.
It was a mean one, the wind suddenly came, faded away and came back again.
Some new built houses a few kilometers away from my house were heavily damaged. One tree in a park next to my house collapsed. The 4 remaining trees in front of my house are all okay.
My house has no damage luckily. The wind only broke some pots for plants.
Last Saturday the wind blew again with lots of rain. Suddenly it was dry and the next days will be cold, below zero C. when I cycle to work. I bought some gloves today because I lost the pair I had last year and till now I didn't need them.
weather for tonight.
At work there are some rumors that an executive of another department wants to implement my work in his department. It's a bit of showing poor management quality with the civil service. Know that parts of my department concerned with this rumor is in the midst of a change, making the whole situation stressful and explosive.
Monday, January 08, 2007
backupped
2007 Is on it's way now. Tomorrow the 3rd day of the course. Some laws which go together with the work our department does were explained on the second day. It's interesting but actually I know the framework already.
Luckily I have also REAL work to do, but last Friday I didn't save the Excel-application I worked on for some time.
I asked the help desk; No copy will be saved during the day they said. At night the system only makes a backup of the last saved application. (does the verb to backup exist? "will be backupped")
My guess is that my PC at work though could make a backup on it's own hard disk. It doesn't stress the network.
It was at the end of the day, so after calling the help desk I finished work and was home early.
Luckily I have also REAL work to do, but last Friday I didn't save the Excel-application I worked on for some time.
I asked the help desk; No copy will be saved during the day they said. At night the system only makes a backup of the last saved application. (does the verb to backup exist? "will be backupped")
My guess is that my PC at work though could make a backup on it's own hard disk. It doesn't stress the network.
It was at the end of the day, so after calling the help desk I finished work and was home early.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Happy new year!
Of course mr. Reagan shouldn't have supported Iraq in it's war against Iran. By doing this, America is as guilty as can be for the crimes convicted by Hussein.
Crimes against Kurds and Shiites. His death is no solution, his executioners made a martyr of him. We all know who he was alive. So if he can be a martyr in death, even any humanitarian extremist can. That's the wrong message to the world.
Of course it's difficult if you're against deathpenalty. (I am)
But on his last moment before execution Hussein was very calm, praying with his agitating enemies on the background. And when the floor dissapeared under his feet I noticed some disbelieve by him. Or was it by me?
I wish the best in 2007 for Hnk and Najma in Mosul. They are captured in their best years of their lives so far in a war which is not theirs. I don't know what will happen, Study as hard as you can and keep on blogging.
31 December I saw my sister with her son again after 5 years. She's changed not much, only got 5 years older. We all did. But her son, he can walk, talk like a kid and being naughty like one. At 12 pm we watched the fireworks and at night we played a game. 4.00 am I went to bed.
Newyearsday for me was one to wake up at 11 am., having breakfast, a coffee with my mother and her friend and taking the train back to Utrecht. After being home, everything was okay, I took my bike and cycled for an hour. That felt good. After that messed up extended weekend.
Ocean, you too a happy new year and make it a cheerful interesting year.
Crimes against Kurds and Shiites. His death is no solution, his executioners made a martyr of him. We all know who he was alive. So if he can be a martyr in death, even any humanitarian extremist can. That's the wrong message to the world.
Of course it's difficult if you're against deathpenalty. (I am)
But on his last moment before execution Hussein was very calm, praying with his agitating enemies on the background. And when the floor dissapeared under his feet I noticed some disbelieve by him. Or was it by me?
I wish the best in 2007 for Hnk and Najma in Mosul. They are captured in their best years of their lives so far in a war which is not theirs. I don't know what will happen, Study as hard as you can and keep on blogging.
31 December I saw my sister with her son again after 5 years. She's changed not much, only got 5 years older. We all did. But her son, he can walk, talk like a kid and being naughty like one. At 12 pm we watched the fireworks and at night we played a game. 4.00 am I went to bed.
Newyearsday for me was one to wake up at 11 am., having breakfast, a coffee with my mother and her friend and taking the train back to Utrecht. After being home, everything was okay, I took my bike and cycled for an hour. That felt good. After that messed up extended weekend.
Ocean, you too a happy new year and make it a cheerful interesting year.
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