Thursday, September 30, 2004

What a small country can be good at...

Weeeeeeird...

"September 30, 2004
ARHUS JOURNAL
Spreading Scandinavian Genes, Without Viking Boats
By LIZETTE ALVAREZ

RHUS, Denmark - If, suddenly, children in some pockets of the world look blonder and taller, if they feel oddly at ease on a bicycle or juggling three languages, there may be an explanation: Arhus and its university men.

The students in this gentle seaside city, it turns out, are populating the world.

Every day dozens of students here, and in Copenhagen, walk into Cryos International, the world's largest sperm bank and, after undergoing a battery of tests to determine their health and fertility, make an anonymous deposit.

That deposit, frozen and eventually shipped, can make its way to as many as 40 countries. Destinations include Spain, Paraguay, Kenya, Hong Kong and New York, where the company opened an office last year to meet the demands of descendants of people from the Nordic countries.

"It was difficult for them to get pure Scandinavian spare parts," said Ole Schou, the managing director of Cryos International, which operates discreetly in Arhus from an unassuming office across the street from a pet shop. "We could see there was a market."

Denmark, and Cryos in particular, aggressively market their sperm banks around the world, branding them with the kind of Scandinavian mystique that appeals to certain people in certain parts of the world.

The American Web site lists donors with aliases like Thor, Arve and Jens, a student who boasts blond hair and blue eyes and measures 6 feet 1. He enjoys not just soccer and skiing, but also salsa and badminton. He plays the piano and speaks English and German. Oh, and he is earning a master's degree in physical chemistry.

"It's not that people want superchildren," Mr. Schou said. "It's that they want someone like them, someone they can relate to."

In Denmark, sperm banking has become a powerhouse industry for several reasons: it has a high success rate in producing offspring; its culture, which is famously secular and sexually liberal, holds an uncomplicated view of sperm donation; and its laws continue to protect a donor's anonymity.

In recent years a number of European countries have shifted away from guaranteeing anonymity, including Sweden, Switzerland and the Netherlands, with Norway to follow in January and Britain in May. The United States takes an unregulated approach, so the rules change from sperm bank to sperm bank.

For the grown children of sperm donors, just as for adopted children, winning the legal right to know their biological fathers is viewed as a major victory.

But the changing laws have created a shortage of donors in some countries and created a market for "fertility tourists" in Denmark. Most donors are college-age men who sell their sperm to make extra money - typically about $40 in Denmark and as much as $500 in the United States.

Faced with the possibility that 18 years down the line, one, or perhaps 10 or 20, of their children can surprise them at the front door, most young men opt out.

The number of children a donor can father depends on where he lives and where his sperm is sent. In Denmark the limit is 25, a number that is supposed to guard against accidental incest between siblings. In Britain it is 10. In the United States the number is 25 births for each donor within a population of 800,000, according to guidelines issued by the American Society for Reproductive Medicine.

One man, a Cryos client whose sperm was donated to several countries, has sired 101 children, a fact not even he is aware of, Mr. Schou said.

One 24-year-old Arhus University student, a regular donor at Cryos who asked to go unidentified to preserve his anonymity, said he sold his sperm for money and got a kick out of providing this "service."

"I think it's kind of cool," the student said. "The meaning of life is about spreading my genes."

If he ever has to divulge his name or if the company ever stops paying him, he will stop donating immediately, he said. "For now, I'll keep visiting for as long as I can," he said.

Cryos claims a good track record. Since the company opened in 1987, it says, its banked Danish sperm has led to 10,000 pregnancies around the world.

One study at a local hospital in Denmark pegged the pregnancy rate for sperm from Cryos at 12 percent to 31 percent, which is above average, Mr. Schou said.

After thawing, the donated sperm is screened and rescreened for volume and motility - how quickly it swims. Only 8 percent to 10 percent of would-be donors are accepted. Some men are shattered when they fail to make the cut. "Sometimes we say your sperm is good, but you are a bad freezer," Mr. Schou said.

The fastest-growing markets for sperm banks are lesbians and single women, which make up about 20 percent of Cryos's client list, mostly abroad. Denmark, despite its sexual permissiveness, has a law barring unmarried women from buying sperm from a doctor.

But Mr. Schou is branching out, working on franchises in Africa and Asia, countries where prospective clients do not necessarily want blond, blue-eyed Vikings. So he is looking for ethnically diverse donors.

He has even sold to several Middle Eastern countries, where sperm donations are taboo. "Some say it's difficult to sell sand in the Sahara," Mr. Schou joked. "I think it's more difficult to sell sperm."

And what of all the ethical quandaries surrounding sperm banking, including medical screening and gender selection?

Sperm banks can test for a genetic mutation indicating cystic fibrosis, but then should they also test for Down syndrome? What if a donor develops colon cancer at 50? Should the sperm bank have to tell the children conceived with his sperm? Should potential parents be able to select gender, as they can in the United States?

Already companies market their donors' I.Q. levels, their medical histories, their good looks. Is that good or bad?

"To some extent whenever you choose a partner in the ordinary way, you are looking for favorable genetic traits," said Dr. Piers Benn, a lecturer in medical ethics at Imperial College in London. "It's a question of degree, I think."

"All of this raises lots of ethical questions, but sometimes law and regulations are not the best way to deal with them," Dr. Benn said. "Informed consent, making sure people are adequately informed, but not heavy-handed with the law, is the best way."

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

A pictorial trip through Vendsyssel...

More textual update to come :)

Enjoy this for now...




Road to Nowhere... Posted by Hello


Dronninglund Slotskirke - the church attached to Dronninglund Castle, and old monestary turned hotel... beautiful gardens... Posted by Hello


The small lake around Voergard Castle Posted by Hello


The colours say it all... Posted by Hello


Voerså - lovely,isn't it? Posted by Hello


The tattered door of a shed in a small-town harbor Posted by Hello


Newly painted fishing boat, ready for departure Posted by Hello

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Sinking deeper and deeper...

Just when I thought we had reached the lowest point in the Netherlands (which lies literally deep enough already), of stupidity, in a country where nothing matters for many years now, yesterday turned out to be a new depth record... a record of total sadness, a pathetic view on a country that has no idea what is going anymore.

Some fat singer had died, and 50.000 people came to the Ajax stadium, where heroic matches have been played, a Champions League Final, concerts etc etc etc... but no, some deaf 'n dumb alcoholic died... and 50.000 people came to pay tribute, spending the WHOLE day (nobody needs to work anymore????? )in that upside-down UFO... Speeches, bullshit, and all the hypocrites you can imagine...

And the worst thing? The whole 'ceremony' was sent live on tv!! AND streamed live on the internet... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Already, for days ALL media had been filled with real and soooo fake testemonies by people that 'will miss him so dearly'... I thought just the gossip magazines and such would be concerned about this, but no, every seriuous newspaper, tv or radio program totally adapted itself to the death of some alcoholic from Amsterdam...
If that are the things people concern themselves with nowadays... Those starving of hunger in Sudan or the parents who just lost their children to psychopaths in Beslan, Russia wish they had something trivial as this to turn their attention too...

...I am sooooo happy I don't live in that country anymore... it physically hurts to see it slip away so badly...

"Det er et yndigt land..."



"Det er et yndigt land..." Posted by Hello


Taken on the way home, on the waters between Jutland and Seeland. Speechless...

Going back to my roots... (part 1)

So there it was, last Friday. Finally I was going back to my roots, to the countryside where my Danish family name finds its origins...
It was a bit weird feeling though, as I haven't been up there in Eastern Vendsyssel since 1993, but sitting in the bus that would take me I became more and more excited of the prospect to see all the places that mean a lot to me, my parents and the whole family. Guess growing up (see the 'ironing'-post) makes you more interested in things like that as well.
Anyway, Friday morning 9.40 the bus left Valby St. in dear old Copenhagen, and the Jutland-experience started there already. The bus driver was an elderly man, with the calmest demeanor, the easiest relaxed voice, with this Jutland-dialect that I love so much. With this easygoing humor that is hard to explain. Let's say it like this; it's hard to catch any 'Jyde' off-guard, they are the masters of relativation. It's brilliant. All these things that 'we' city people get so worked up about are minimised in the presence of someone who comes from the countryside up there, north of Aalborg. Lovely. And getting ahead if myself here, as I want to write more about this in the next post, but wow... Gandrup, Ulsted, Øster Hassing, Hals and Dronninglund are so far away from Copenhagen. Both in distance, but especially mentally. People react so differently, and are concerned with such different matters. I'll try to explain later, maybe you understand anyway...

I had brought some magazines and some books to read in the bus, but all I did was listen to the cd's with mp3s I had made to listen to, while staring out the window at the natural beauty that is Denmark. Especially the part after Roskilde (On Sjælland/Seeland) up to the ferry at Odden is so beautiful. Driving along the fjord was a great sight to behold. Think I had a smile on my face the whole way!

The ferry trip was awesome, it was on a catamaran type boat, and I took many pictures of the awesome power display of the engines. It left a looooooong stream of waves in its wake, that's for sure. Then, landing in Aarhus, you could see the differences already. A smaller city, cleaner than CPH, of what I saw... just nice, you know?
Driving up to Aalborg was a joy. Hadsund, Mariager etc etc, the country side was lovely, even though we were driving the highway. I was looking at the others in the bus, but they didn't seem to notice at all. Probably because they were from the area, and were used to it, but probably mostly because I have become a city boy and get excited with a trip to the country side. Mmm... I didn't take any pictures on that part, as they wouldn't have turned out well anyway, but the mental pictures are there...

Then 20 min. after arriving in Aalborg, picked up by my parents who had driven up during the week from Holland to get to the same party, we were at the church were my grandmother (and her brothers)had been baptised, had their confirmation and got married, and where the family grave is. There is a nice tombstone, set by the villagers, for my great-grandfather, who was a 'well-respected and hardworking' man, a gardener/farmer, growing vegetables and such to sell in his shop. He died waaaayy t early, of tuberculosis. My grandmother was only 5 then...


Øster Hassing church, the 'family church' Posted by Hello


I had to go there, don't tell me why, but I felt I had to go there. Maybe just to pay tribute, maybe to prove to myself (and others?) that we still care about our families n Northern Europe, or something... I don't know, but 10 min., while walking around we bumped into my uncle, and his wife, whose birthday we were coming to celebrate the next day. We were totally surprised, but they reacted in that calm and underwhelmed manner that is so typical, and just said: 'hey, there's Peter' or in Vendsysselsk (me' dobbel' W), "jam'n, da ha' wi jo' Peter" Hahaha, can't write it down, you have to hear it...
They were just there to tend to the family grave and afterwards were going to meet his brother, and his wife, just for an afternoon coffee. So, we tagged along, since we had no big plans anyway, and drove after them. Arriving the typical Danish wooden summer house (that I am more than welcome to use whenever. Anyone??), more family turned out to be there. Some cousins from Esbjerg, who are always a joy to meet. It had been years, but that doesn't matter, does it...?
So, an early family reunion, warming up for the next day (and the next post), kick-starting my trip down family lane.

In the evening my parents and I went out for dinner at a restaurant in the harbor of the town where we were staying, which was veeeery good (and the waitress (who turned out to be the owner) was also very cute and so lovely down-to-earth...)
I won't say anything about the hotel we stayed in, it was just good we stayed there for 2 nights only... The most amazing thing being a light bulb IN the shower, making showering quite an adventure, not wanting to be electrocuted...
Anyway, more stories and pictures in the next post. I had to go to sleep and get ready for the 'party' (where I was one of the youngest, so imagine the 'paaaaaartyy', heheh)

Monday, September 27, 2004

That's also a way of doing things...

Not my text, but I couldn't have said it better ;)

"Some of you may be interested in this article about how Spain, since the terrorist attacks of March, has provided a model for dealing with diversity and avoided the temptations of polarization, which are being actively promoted elsewhere. Would I be wrong to echo Bush (on Saddam) and say that the world is now a safer place since the Coalition puppet Aznar has been removed from power?

The title and subtitle of the article are:

Muslims heartened by tolerance in Spain

Six months after Madrid terror, community hails open attitude

The fact that this appears in one of the major U.S. media is encouraging, though I doubt many people will read it and draw the obvious lessons from it. A confrontational attitude increases feelings of hositility, which can in some circles lead to terrorism and fear as the only means of "influencing" opinion. An "open" attitude marginalizes those who are tempted by terrorism, and while it may not snuff out the perverse desires of certain individuals, it can alienate them from the community whose rights they pretend to be defending. When diversity stops being a problem, terrorism to defend oppressed communities interest loses its political gloss and becomes merely criminal."

Have a go at it...

Thursday, September 23, 2004

Iceland... fiery...

Vegamot

For years I have had an agreement with an old friend of mine, to travel Iceland...
Maybe we should think about a bit more seriously... ;)

It's happening...

It's happening, slowly but surely... I am growing up...

Today I have ironed (1 shirt!) for the second time within a month...

What can I say?

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Por una amistad sincera!


Thanks for the pic! Por una amistad sincera... Posted by Hello

Blood is thicker than water...

...not only the title of a brilliant song by Thelonious Monster, a band that had a very brief appearance in the spotlight on the wave of indie/grunge music in 1992, but an actual expression that will come into existence for me once again, this coming weekend.
I'm off to Northern Jutland, or Vendsyssel, for those who know what I am talking about.
My roots...
Up there in the area of the tiny villages of Gandrup, Vester Hassing, Dronninglund and Ulsted, lie the roots of my grandmother. A strong family that has known it all, growing up on the field, farming. My grandmother turns out to be 'the reason' for my love for seeing more than just the next corner. When she was 17-18 (early 1930s), after school, she left the tiny village for the 'big city' of Copenhagen, in search for something more than just talking about the harvest and what the speech of the local vicar was about this time. She left for the big unknown, worked for some aristocratic family as a house maid, in the shadows of the royal palace.

She found her love, her children, and only returned to her roots for family visits and such.
Now it's my turn to do the honors, as she's 91, not feeling all that well anymore, involuntarily confined to her house, and generally very very old.

This Saturday there's the 70th birthday of my mother's cousin, my grandmothers' nephew, someone who has a strong connection to her, and is quite sad she won't come. When he studied in Copenhagen, as a poor boy from the fields, he ate many times in the house of my grandparents (a kind of hospitality that is almost lost in DK now), in order to 'survive'. Well, he turned out alright in the end. He became a well-respected professor in metallurgy and corrosion, with several books published.
Not bad for a 'country boy', huh?

Anyway, big dinner coming up, and I'll see all the family again. All back to their roots. All gathered. Even my parents are coming, all the way from Holland. They're already now in Jutland, driving around, enjoying the coutnry side. It's a beautiful land. Only around 1 million people on an area more than half the size of Holland... you do the math!

I'm off on Friday morning, with the bus, and will be back Sunday night. This means I will miss the big semesterstart party in the CBS, but alright, I can't have everything... Have been before, so... hmmmm...

Looking forward, we'll probably go to Skagen, and to Vester Hassing church, where my grandparents got married, where my grandmother was baptised, where the family grave is. Hmmm, I have to charge the batteries of my digital camera, and be ready to take a lot of landscape and family pictures!

Blood is thicker than water, it's family, you know?

(p.s. if anybody has the album of Thelonious Monster, please tell me, as I only have it on a veeery old tape...)

What 50 years can do...

1954-2004

Check out this one... Or How Scientists See The Future...

Monday, September 20, 2004

Pieces around the world unite!

Funny, on Friday I got a drunk phone call, all the way from Perth, Australia. My first question when answering the phone was whether he was becoming more like me, as I have a very long tradition of starting to call my friends in the dead of night when I am drunk. hahaha! You might recognise something?
Anyway, was great to talk to Guillaume in Perth. He went out with Chris, a crazy Aussie from Perth who was here in summer. They had met for 30 min. in June when the one moved in and the other out. A total coincidence, to meet someone from the place wheer you are on your way to, and now, drinking in Perth, on the other side of the world they meet again, telling me stories about how much I would love it... The beach, the places etc etc... ahhhhhhhhhhh.... thanks guys...
So you see, around the world pieces keep falling together. The world has indeed become small... And I was running around with a big smile on my face the rest of the day, a good feeling.

Great to see people bond wanting to meet, see old familiar faces, friends... example, some weeks ago about 10-12 people met up in Montreal, with a supply of Små Grå that had been brought by one all the way from Copenhagen. I hope they enjoyed it!

And then, last week, I had a visit from Sevilla, a joy as ever! Gracias! Go to the site for some good pictures.

And the nexus of it all? Friends...

Friday, September 17, 2004

Something new...

I'm in the process of updating the whole look of the page, with the help of a friend... we're not done yet... It's late, I'm off to sleep.

Enough staring at the screen today!

Goodnight... hope you will enjoy the new lay-out. I'll miss the old style dots. They reminded me of the cover of Air's 'Premieres Symptomes' album.... that's why I choose it...
Music again...

Thursday, September 16, 2004

And a 1000 it is...

Some hits are my own, by mostly from allllllll over the world :)

Keep reading ;)

Thanks...


1. Denmark 323 32.0 %
2. Spain 290 28.8 %
3. Netherlands, The 100 9.9 %
4. Italy 70 6.9 %
5. United States 56 5.6 %
6. Canada 39 3.9 %
7. Germany 27 2.7 %
8. Austria 15 1.5 %
9. Australia 12 1.2 %
10. Singapore 11 1.1 %
11. France 7 0.7 %
12. United Kingdom 5 0.5 %
13. Ireland 5 0.5 %
14. India 5 0.5 %
15. Switzerland 4 0.4 %
16. Belgium 4 0.4 %
17. Zimbabwe 3 0.3 %
18. Poland 2 0.2 %
19. Philippines 2 0.2 %
20. Mexico 2 0.2 %
21. Czech Republic 2 0.2 %
22. Norway 2 0.2 %
23. Romania 2 0.2 %
24. Malaysia 2 0.2 %
25. Japan 2 0.2 %
26. Finland 2 0.2 %
27. Taiwan 1 0.1 %
28. Portugal 1 0.1 %
29. China 1 0.1 %
30. New Zealand 1 0.1 %
31. Hong Kong S.A.R. 1 0.1 %
32. Turkey 1 0.1 %
33. Sweden 1 0.1 %
34. Brazil 1 0.1 %
35. Latvia 1 0.1 %
36. Jordan 1 0.1 %
37. Thailand 1 0.1 %
38. Bulgaria 1 0.1 %
39. Trinidad And Tobago 1 0.1 %
Unknown 1 0.1 %
Total 1008 100.0 %

Life, oh life...

"Life is like a penis:

When it's soft you can't beat it,
when it's hard you get screwed..."

Ehhhhmmmmm...

Cheers!

Spanish Learning Blog - Uno, dos, tres, quatro...

Spanish Learning Blog

Disfrutala!!

Now we're talking, singing.. & dancing!

MP3 Blog Roundup | Metafilter

Too much music for ones own good...

yeah, music is a big part of me, as you might have guessed over time ;)
Anything, from obscure 70s flamenco to weird bands from Quebec, I've heard it all..

or... as they say in my favorite music store ever in Rotterdam, Plato: "For the music you know, and the music you want to know..."

Therefore... spread the sound!

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Holiday in Spain?

Counting Crows - Holiday In Spain

"Got no place to go
but there's a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She's got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I can fit right in
We've got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We've got big black cars
And we've got stories how we slept with all the movie stars
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drink my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Hop on my choo-choo
I'll be your engine driver in a bunny suit
If you dress me up in pink and white
We may be just a little fuzzy 'bout it later tonight
She's my angel
She's a little better than the one that used to be with me
Cause she liked to scream at me
Man, it's a miracle that she's not living up in a tree
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Drive this little girl insane
And fly away to someone new
Everybody's gone
They left the television screaming that the radio's on
Someone stole my shoes
But there's a couple of bananas and a bottle of booze
Oh, well happy new year's baby
We could probably fix it if we clean it up all day
Or we could simply pack our bags
And catch a plane to Barcelona 'cause this city's a drag
I may take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind me
Flush my worries down the drain
And fly away to somewhere new
Take a holiday in Spain
Leave my wings behind m
e
Drive this little girl insane
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new
Fly away to someone new"

Stop Bush...

stop bush

I didn't see the funniest one I have encountered so far though:
"I'm not anti-Bush as such, I'm just pro-intelligence..."

Enjoy...

Ove Sprogøe

Politiken.dk - det levende net

Hmm, while clicking on the button to start writing this post, I realise I have been writing or refererring a lot, maybe too much, to human mortality i recent weeks.
Still, reading the following news made me sad nonetheless, as one of the greatest and most Danish actors died at the age of 84.
Ove Sprogøe.
One of the few Danish actors whose work I got familar with growing up in Holland. He starred, with others, in a long series of movies about 'Olsen Banden', 'the gang of Olsen', where he played Egon Olsen, a 'gang' leader. Hilariously funny movies... and sooooo Danish. If you ever want to get an overview of the Danish society in the 60s and 70s, and its changes, watch these films. Probably one of the funniest ways of integrating into Danish society ;)

For me this is the first conscious Danish I encountered at a young age. I remember watching the movies with my grandfather, who loved it as well. Remember him laughing!
They were so funny, these movies. With typical utterances and brilliant insults and stabs at the sometimes narrow minded Danish middle class. From 'skiiiidegodt, Egon', to the wife of one of his friends/gang members when preparing to drive to Jutland, allllllll the way from Copenhagen, asking whether they remembered to bring their passports... Which wasn't even such a odd thing to ask of a Cpenhagener... it's faaaaaaar, after all! hahah!

Of course, he did a lot of other work. He was one of the most respected actors of his age (156 movies!). The Danish newspapers are actually reacting as if someone of the royal family died or something. He was very much loved by the Danish audience for his warmth and gentle irony.
My respects, (bowler)hatten af!

Once again I did it...

Heheheh... Just came back from work. Tired, but it was a good evening. In the last hour before closing I put a self-made compilation of my favorite Mexican band, Maná.
And yes, I did it again... 2 people (Danish girls) came up and started talking about it.
One girl had lived in Sevilla and Malaga with her (then) Spanish boyfriend and knew the music of course (although she didn't know 'Rayando el sol'????), the next had heard the song 'Mariposa Traicionera' a million times everywhere she went, when she was on Cuba last summer. So we talked and I pointed her to a store that I 'discovered', where you can actually buy their cd's... And wrote down the album titles she had to check out, as she thought the song was called something like 'papillion' or something...

So, two more 'victims'!! Hahaha, it's fun to see how easily and readily people fall for the warmth of music... Makes me smile, a big smile...
Good night! Buenas noches... and I'll dream again of Triana, Calle Betis, Hamburg, the ferry, the music... 'Solo un cachito de tu corazon...'

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Painting away...

Maritiem schilder

yeah, eeeeehhh, this is not me by the way, in case you hadn't noticed!

Today, 10 years ago...

"Vandaag 10 jaar geleden:
Ajax begint aan Europese verovering

Op 14 September 1994 startte voor Ajax het succesverhaal van de Champions League. De club moest het in de eerste groepswedstrijd opnemen tegen de titelverdediger AC Milan en vooraf werden de Amsterdammers weinig kansen toegedicht. Het werd een beladen wedstrijd voor met name Ruud Gullit. De oud-international was uit het trainingskamp voorafgaande aan het WK in 1994 weggelopen en kon rekenen op de hoon van 42.000 ondankbare landgenoten. Gullit werd inderdaad uitgefloten, maar wat voor hem misschien erger was, was het verrassend sterke spel van een bijzondere lichting Ajacieden. Dankzij Ronald de Boer en Jari Litmanen ging de Europees Kampioen met een 2-0 nederlaag naar huis en vervolgde Ajax haar weg naar winst van de Champions League."

Today, 10 years ago, Ajax started their conquest of Europe with a 2-0 win against AC Milan, the reigning European champion. I remember a lot of rain, I remember seeing a great match, repeated some months later in Trieste, where they beat Milan with 2-0 again, and then the all-consuming final the next May, in Vienna, with another 1-0... thanks to a last gasp hit by Kluivert...
Wow, 10 years ago already, time flies huh? The game was in the old Olympic Stadium (from 1928) in Amsterdam, we had barely finished the World Cup in the US, and then...
Smooth, efficient and technical football from a small country was there once again. I remember a group with AC Milan, AEK and another one... :)
Wow, 10 years ago already, times have changed! I still remember watching the final in Amsterdam, in a (very) gay bar. But that's another story! hahaha...

Monday, September 13, 2004

Woah...

Woah'

Read the first post... sometimes it's closer than you'd imagine. What a way to start writing into the wide open space...

Sometimes... and more...

Under the Pier: stupid longboards

Wow...

Euro 2004...or how football crosses ALL borders...

Euro 2004 The Party

I couldn't resist... looking back on a lovely summer ;)

Nostalgia vs. old

Hmmmmm, in my previous post I was trying to convince myself (?) that I'm not an old fart...

Then I remembered something: at the party on Saturday at one point the song 'Killing in the name' by Rage Against the Machine, was played. A hardcore classic for sure and a song that brought me back to high school parties, festivals and rampaging concert visits.
The 'funny' thing though was that a lot of people present didnt even know the song! That was weeeeeeiiiiird for me to realise, the song is only from 1993/1994... Not that far back, is it? Or?

"It's ok to grow up - just as long as you don't grow old. Face it... You are young."
Pulp - sleeve notes 'This is hardcore'

aNNoyIng KInd Of wRITing...

What is with writing this new kind of language...? Look how many (or Chinese origin mostly) kids write their blogs or anything basically.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I can't read it! I'm.not.an.old.fart.yet.but.writing.like.this.is.super.annoying.to.read!!!

Seriously, as much as I promote the spreading of your thoughts, and as much as it can be useful to write a weblog - for God's sake - learn to write, so that normal people can read it as well...and why? It takes you so much more time to write like that? Thought that nobody had time anymore for anything?

And what is it with all this so-called cutesy factor? All these webpages are infested with all these 'cute' pink/pastel coloured manga-style cartoons and drawings... ahhhhhhhhh.... just had to get it off my chest :)

I know, I know, let them be... and much has been written about the style of writing, some linguists are actually worried about the future of writing, as these teenagers adopt their own sub-language (btw...as everybody does when they are 15 or so), and they do have a point: more and more businesses, universities and business schools are complaining about the poor level of the written papers of their new employees/students. They are simply 'forgetting' how to write a proper sentence...
I'm definitely not going to say that there's something wrong with the youth of today, as people back to the times of Socrates have been saying that, but there's something to look at for sure...
Funny, actually... how an early adopter like Prince started writing in what is now called sms-language in the early 80s already... and everybody dismissed it as a fad, another peculiarity by the little big man from Minneapolis...
Hmmmmm.....
Guess everybody has adopted a certain way of writing or speaking, as I know I have. Friends can recognise my particular way of (sometimes-not-so-subtle) writing miles away and therefore I have little reason to speak... but still, can I? :)

Sunday, September 12, 2004

Say what...'Little' Guantanamo...

Little Guantanamo@Everything2.com

You've got to be kidding... I wish...

Thousands of people get arrested at the republican national convention, put into a half burnt-down warehouse and held under inhuman conditions. Many of them just passers-by, not protesters. The RNC called this "preventative detention".

I'd call it "grossly violating basic human and civil rights"... No words...

Some more...

Milosevic manda a la lona al Deportivo con dos golpes certeros

Milosevic manda a la lona al Deportivo con dos golpes certeros

A por ellos, ooooooeeeeee!!

Osasuna won... yesterday I was running around in my Osasuna shirt at a party... guess it helped some?
heheh...

Stappen in Denemarken -Going out in DK...

Stappen in Denemarken

...and I've actually noticed a couple of familiar faces...friends of friends...
:)

Thursday, September 09, 2004

Halloween 2002 -lovely!

Halloween 2002


Just found it...Some pictures from halloween 2002... taken by the husband of my cousin... If you want to see their 2 kids I love so dearly, check out the 1 picture...

Very sweet!!

Google Search: miserable failure

Google Search: miserable failure

hilariously funny... check it out...

With a smile on my face...

"De uitvoering was niet altijd even goed, maar de bezieling van dit team was enorm. Niet alleen Davids en Kuyt vochten als Oranje leeuwen. Dat gold voor het hele team. Dus geen tikkie terug of balletje breed meer zoals de nu afwezige Clarence Seedorf het liefst pleegt te doen. Gewoon keihard werken. Met elkaar en voor elkaar."

I know, I know... it's full of cliches and all that, but it's what 'we' have been screaming for it so long, some fighting spirit in our national team, and it paid off!
'We' won against the Czechs, not always with good football, with luck, hard work, and new faces...
"For each other, with each other"
Thanks to our new coaching staff, who are all ex-topplayers, who have won all that could be won as a player, bringing in the much needed breath of fresh air, partly wanted, partly needed, partly had to. No one fortunately can think they have a subscription to the team anymore!
It's good to read the various comments, nice to see the change in attitude. Well, imagine otherwise, van Basten is fairly untouchable for now anyway.
Nice to see him back in the limelight, he'll be just fine!

What the...

:: September 11, 2001 >> Twin Towers ::

I'm not a fan of conspiracy theories, but I do believe we're being conned, screwed and lied to, as hardly ever before... Impressive...

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Drink or be drunk

Ever since I moved to lovely Denmark, my parents are so kind to send me some cut-out newspaper articles sometimes, from Dutch newspapers or magazines, about things that might be interesting or things I can't read about here.
Today I got a column, written by some lady, about how disgusting young men are when they live on their own, in the their study life. Guess there was a meaning by sending me this... ehhhhmmmm :)
It was vaguely funny, but the fragment of the article next to it really caught my attention, and confirmed the view I (and many others) have on the excessive drinking culture of Denmark.
Yes, without being hypocrite, I get wasted once in a while as well (in fact, it looks like Saturday will be a good opportunity for that, still have some extremely well-tasting Dominican rum (Barcelo) on my shelf), and it's a lot of fun while it lasts (with the hangover burger the next day), but it is not a necessity, whereas for most Danes drinking is about getting as drunk as much as possible, as fast as possible.
If you ask a Dane about whether he or she enjoyed the party or had a good night out, their reply will not be: "great, I talked to a lot of people, I've danced all night, met this cute guy/girl". No, it will be: "I got totally wasted/hammered/plastered, so good". And they'll say it with a big smile, as if it is something to be proud of... Which I really don't get, because it is seriously influencing social norms and behaviour. Whenever you walk up to a Danish girl/woman in a club, she will automatically assume you are totally hammered and generally ignore you, because that's the only time a guy can fin enough 'courage' to start a conversation... how sad is that... It also means that Danish girls get the reputation of being stuck-up and arrogant (sometimes true, sometimes not), for the above mentioned reasons...
The funny thing is, that this actually enhances the internationalisation of Denmark. More and more are looking for partners from outside the country... What drinking can lead to, huh? ;)

This jumped back to my mind when I saw this fragment of an article today... It shows the following statistics:
"15-year olds that have been drunk at least 20 times already"
Denmark 41 % (!!!!!!!)
England 29 %
Finland 28 %
Ireland 25 %
Sweden 19 %
Netherlands 8 %
France 4 %
Italy 2 %

Think the point is proved... right?

Tuesday, September 07, 2004

Easy, isn't it?

"The cinema is life, and I would really love to live life as I do cinema ... Even today, its easier for me to make a film as it should be made ... than live the life I would like to live"

Jean-Luc Godard

Monday, September 06, 2004

Deeply worrying...

Today most newspapers were full of (background) articles on the recent Republican convention in New York, lots was said and most of it made me shiver. The hollow imagery that was used in these days by well-educated people (i think...) in their advantage reminds me of very ugly parts of (European) history... Not that the Democratic Convention was much better, but these speeches and images of the last couple of days seriously made me nauseous...the lies and empty rhetoric are chilling, the results it might bring deeply worries me for the (near) future...

Anyway, Bush's Speech at the RNC was talked about a lot, and this article should give some interesting ideas about it...

The only good thing about all this is that we are looking at a big old rotting tree, trying to reach for the heavens, hollowing out and rotting on the inside until it comes crashing down... Just hope it comes sooner than later.
The polarisation between us has been going on too long... just an example: which religion/culture/belief can ever condone the murder of 300 helpless children? This weekend was bloody, all over the world, for all its symbolic value.
I feel sad and could cry over what we have witnessed once again, s´trangely conflicting with the happy note of the life-confirming Colombian music of Carlos Vives I am listening to now (nr. 1 in the Billboard charts in the US now btw... irony oh sweet irony)...
Makes me think of all the bullshit that has been said and written about people living more and more hedonistic, about our consumerist behaviour... please let it be, right? If you look at what has happened over the last couple of days, it is not such a bad choice to live full-speed, is it? Enjoying life, to the max in whatever way, having fun, doing crazy things, travelling around the world, seeing lovely and beautiful things while they are still there... Escaping the horrors that are thrown at us every day, numbing our feelings, our brains, our heart?
Are we supposed to become indifferent, is that our modern day drug? Creation of indifference, for the benefit of very few?
Am I seeing ghosts?
While writing this I have to think of a Dutch song from 1981/1982, of the band Doe Maar. A punky ska-reggae band with great sharp and witty critical lyrics... and the first biiiiiig band in the Netherlands...
They had this song then called 'De Bom', 'the bomb'... about how the I-person wants to know his girl better instead of knowing all this trivial knowledge like some German prepositions (sorry Dad ;) ) and doing all this career stuff, because - as he sings- the bomb is going to fall anyway... so at least concentrate on the things that are really important.
I dont know, my thoughts are flying in all directions. No, The Bomb will probably not fall, not yet anyway...although we can't be too sure about that, knowing which fucked-up countries possess it, but the mood of the song seems to come back... Somehow.. somewhere the 'fear' has been brought back, enhanced once again by the flag-hugging/waving/soiling sick single-minded snakes in New York and the narrow-minded medieval inbred thugs that think killing children is good somehow...
I am not a parent, so I cannot even begin to imagine the pain that parents have felt when they bury their children, wherever that might be, but I have seen the pain... I saw someone die, within 3-4 months after his son had died of a long-lasting disease. The father never stopped crying, never stopped mourning...until he passed away as well. That should not happen, should it?

We're going the wrong way, definitely, and I'll do anything in my power to do the 'good thing'... to change...
Because, there's got to be a different way, isn't there? Right? I hope?

Could be handy

Written by an Englishman in New York...

kinda funny...

A few handy Arabic phrases translated to English -- in case you're ever kidnapped by terrorists.

AKBAR KHALI-KILI HAFTIR LOFTAN = Thank you for showing me your gun.

FEKR GABUL CARDAN DAVAT RAEH GUSH DIVAR = I am delighted to accept your kind invitation to lie down on the floor with my arms above my head and my legs apart.

SHOMAEH FIKR TAMOMEH GEH GOFTEK BANDE = I agree with everything you have ever said or thought in your life.

AUTO ARRAREGH DVATEMAN MAMO SEPAHEH-HAST = It is exceptionally kind of you to allow me to travel in the trunk of your car.

FASHAL-EH TUPEHMAN NA DEGAT MANO GOFTAM CHEESHAYEH MOHEMA RAJEBEH KESHAVAREHMAN = If you will do me the kindness of not harming my genital appendages I will gladly reciprocate by betraying my country in public.

KHREL JEPAHEH MANEH VA JAYEII AMRKAHEY = I will tell you the names and addresses of many American spies travelling as reporters.

BALLI, BALLI, BALLI! = Whatever you say!

MATERNIER GHERMEZ AHLIEH, GORBAN = The red blindfold would be lovely, excellency.

TIKEH NUNEH BA OB KHRELEH BEZORG VA KHRUBE GOYAST INO BERGERAM = The water-soaked bread crumbs are delicious, thank you. I must have the recipe.

BA BODENEH SHEERELL USSUF MA HAJIR EL-SPEARS IRKI = Being your hostage is better than making love to Britney Spears.

Thoughtful

"There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be." Pearl Buck

Ehhhhhh....

"Half of the American people have never read a newspaper. Half never voted for President. One hopes it is the same half.
Any American who is prepared to run for president should automatically, by definition, be disqualified from ever doing so."
Gore Vidal

Thursday, September 02, 2004

Once upon a time...

Hmmmm, was just having a shower singing loudly to some good music, and going over the program of the day in my head, when I realised it is the 2nd of September...
For me, somehow, that is a day that I will always remember.

It was also a Thursday, but Thursday the 2nd of September 1982, a looooong time ago. A time and age where the Cold War was still going on, demonstrations against placements of nuclear weapons in the Netherlands were common, Prince was working on his brilliant '1999' album, a summer that showed us a great World Cup in Spain, with some of the best (Brazil) and ugliest (Schumacher against Tigana) moments, we almost got rid of Reagan AND the Pope, and no one had heard of that little prick called Dubbya... yeah, those were the days...

Anyway... that day... I was 6 years old and in my gymnastics class. We had to run up some benches that were placed up against the wooden fences against the wall. Everybody who has ever been a kid knows what I mean. So, me, sweating, red-faced, happy, run up try to grab hold of the rung, like on a ladder. I guess it was the sweat, but I slipped and fell face-down on the mat. The problem was I fell with my whole body on my left arm, breaking both bones in my lower arm.

The class immediately stopped of course, and the head master came to check on me. I remember sitting in the dressing room, trying not to cry too much and holding my arm that was hurting like hell and started to swell. He acknowledged it was broken, but what happened afterwards I will never fully understand.
Instead of driving me to the hospital directly, they put me in a chair in the principals office, where I could call my parents and wait. Sure, if my parents would be there that would be an option, but my dad was working and since it was Thursday, as every Thursday my mother had taken my grandmother shopping or out or something. So I knew they weren't there to help. You'd guess they'd drive me themselves then, but no... I was sitting in that office for 3-4 hrs, hurting like hell, and no idea what to do. You can't really order your head master to do more, when you're 6 years old, now can you? I still don't know why they didn't try and call my dad at his work though... my mother couldn't be reached of course, as there where no mobiles at that time! Weird to think... I still remember that big grey telephone in that office, with a turning dial...hahahah!

So, finally my mother came in the afternoon, when school was out... drove me to hospital, and trying not to take the various speed bumps too fast :) I remember the first one, just driving away from school. (There are speed bumps there, because there is the school, and a residential area, good idea...)

The next clear thing I remember is the (for a 6 year old) biiiiiig operating room/first aid room, whatever it was... My mother and I were sitting there waiting, for what seemed ages, waiting for the doctor and the results of the x-ray... (Imagine the pain of the x-ray being taken, because you have to turn your arm in various degrees and poses, for them to take a clear picture...)

So the doctor came, and the next thing, putting the bones back together is something my mother will never forget. She says that when she has a nightmare she can still hear my scream from then. I don't remember the scream, but the pain for sure! And twice... the bones had to go back nicely...

Then the arm into the cast... some intern was allowed to practice. If I ever meet him I will kill him, because he had to redo it 3 times!!! First because it only covered the lower arm and then because it it didn't go over my elbow far enough... the third time the doctor was still not quite convinced, but ok...
Finally I could go home, totally exhausted, still sitting in my gym shorts...

What else do I remember? A brilliant Indian summer... playing outside with my cast and the sling to hold it. In late summer/early autumn there are always white berries on my bushes in my old town, that we used for blowing through these plastic pipes one uses for electrlical wiring. We made the coolest 'weapons' out of it. The best thing of the sling was that I could run around with a huge amount of berries on me, giving my 'team' a big advantage... so cool... so much fun...
Those were the days... not worrying about anything... the pain of the broken arm fading fast...
Kids have a remarkable recovery ability, you see it all the time... so great... guess we grown ups have forgotten how it is to get over things and just move on!

Seven weeks later... my arm out of the cast... one little shrivelled, bad-smelling, dirty, disgusting wing came out of it... But I guess I ended up alright after all!! Even with that 'trauma'! hahahah!

Weird, but I remember it all... when I click on 'publish post' now, it is a bit past 11 am, more or less the time it happened on, and the circle is round again...
Am thinking of my little cousin now, who had a serious accident last year, exactly a year ago actually... Breaking his neck biking around on a normal Sunday...
Fortunately he's completely recovered now, but he's a lot more quiet and thoughtful than he used to be. Hope he finds his usual self soon!