I posted an entry before about the Westboro Baptist Church, and their hate sites directed at different countries, that they feel enable homosexuality. At that point I felt offended that there was no "God Hates the Netherlands" site. There is now. Still, their evidence is a bit dodgy. They made a huge point out of that Turkish Airlines crash near Amsterdam Airport, a few weeks ago. You can't say THAT really hurt the Netherlands, though. There were nine fatalities, five Turkish, and four American. Also the plane crashed in a field, that didn't look like it was used for anything useful. Still, there is that one survivor whose condition is still critical. Wow, it really feels like the wrath of the LORD has come over me. Anyways, if you wish to read the Phelpses' newest filth, you can find it here: http://www.godhatestheworld.com/netherlands/filthymanneroflife.html.
It's official, God has a cellphone. It has a Dutch number, 0644244901. If you wish to call from North America, and most Caribbean islands, you dial 01131644244901, from European countries, that would be 0031644244901. If you call Him, you will get a taped message in the Dutch language, with an unpleasant regional accent, saying "I am not around at the moment", and asking you to leave a prayer, and maybe He might grant your wish.
Apparently it's an art project, but to me it sounds more like an atheist's sense of christian humor. The whole idea is flawed. God is omnipresent, so just a prayer should be enough to reach Him, and His absence defeats the entire purpose of cellphones. Also, one of the things about christians (excluding some of those rockstar evangelicals who want to sell books, so they can buy a Hummer) I sort of appreciate is that they offer you their version of the truth for free (which can't be said for some of my fellow atheists), and saying prayers has always been free as well, but if you call this number, you will be charged money.
If you do it right a prayer can be very much like meditation, which is a very pleasant activity, believe you me, and leaving your prayer on a cellphone very much diminishes that particular quality.
I wonder if the guy who created God's cellphone is a christian himself. That's something I haven't been able to find out. Oh well, first and foremost I just hope it's not another escalation of the Darwin Year shouting contest.
Whether or not he's a fraud, we'll never know. But... what a whiner. At present I'm a follower of the second season of a show called 'The Next Uri Geller'. It's a rather enjoyable show, and you're constantly tossed around between asking yourself, is this just illusionism, or could it be real? There is one disturbing factor however, no two, but let's not get into the Patty Brard factor. There are no words in the English language to describe her. The disturbing factor I wish to talk about is His Imperial Bendyspoonness himself.
First of all, it is a show about mentalism, right? And to demonstrate the power of the mind, you sometimes want to show something dangerous, or else nobody watches. Yet, everytime someone does something where someone could get an earlobe pierced, Mr. Geller keeps shouting, yes, SHOUTING, that it was dangerous, and this is a family show, and there are kids watching... Yet at the beginning of each show, and at the end of each commercial break, the viewing public is properly warned that there are dangerous acts going on, which, incidentally, are never to be tried at home. Do it at someone else's place. If people don't want their kids to see anything dangerous, they don't have to let their kids watch, do they?
Then there is this one contestant, a Belgian guy by the name of Vincent. He wants to prove thru his performances, that vampires are real. His acts are gross, and he works with blood and leeches, but there is a clear mentalist aspect to his shows. That is more than can be said for certain others, whose tricks, minus the swords and chainsaws, do appear in magic books written for ten year old novices to the art of illusionism. Uri Geller has repeatedly walked off when Vincent was doing his thing, and has attempted to tell him off, although he completely lacks the linguistic capacities to impress Vincent even mildly. His latest attempt to get thru to Vincent came in the form of a large bundle of garlic...
Another example comes from last Friday's show. There is a masked contestant whose identity is being kept a mystery (are you watching Geert Wilders... someone is trying to hide his identity). On Friday, a few people wearing masks and robes of their own ran onto the stage to reveal the Mask's identity. The way Uri Geller reacted, I have a distinct feeling that this was all prearranged. He reacted just a little bit too well.
The worst thing about it all are Uri Geller's own demonstrations. They clearly do all come from the Fool's Guide to Boring Parlor Tricks. Let's see if this works, for instance. In my mind I am picturing a photograph of a building in a European capital. Anyone who reads this, post a comment, and name the city, and the building. It doesn't matter if you (are made by me, to) think of the same city and building as anyone who has posted a comment before you. At least 75% should get it right. Even if no one posts a comment, I will tell you the correct answer in a comment of my own on Tuesday.
Even here on JournalHome I have received several compliments about my usually half decent English. I've learned it mainly thru years of writing letters to people in faraway places. My sister however hardly made an effort, but she is getting a lot of compliments about her English as well, and, like me, she even gets the American accent right. How she does it? Well, she quotes Elvis lyrics. Apparently Elvis' songs are universal enough that she manages to impress the Americans who are living in her town. That town, by the way, is home to the Benelux HQ of an international Christian organization. That explains the presence of these Americans. Of course, with Elvis quotes you can go wrong, but she has the presence of mind to leave out 'Blue Suede', when someone steps on her toes. Also, even though she is in a happy relationship, when asked about that, she simply goes, "Well, since my baby left me..." and then shrugs, so people don't ask any further. All the Americans are falling for it. Weird stuff. Her inspiration, by the way, was the movie Godzilla, when Jean Reno says, "Thank you very much", with the Elvis accent.
As some of my readers know, one of my email accounts was invaded last month, or maybe in November. I discovered someone generating spam messages even as I was online, and sending them to people on my contact list. I now know what exactly was going on. I used that email address to sign up for a site, and used the same password I use to sign in to the email account. Someone working for the site has been using this information. I immediately changed my passwords and deactivated the inbox. The cops have this bastard now, and I have reactivated the account, so people can email me there again. I'm glad it wasn't some kind of virus or spyware. The only lesson I had to draw from this is to further diversify my passwords.
Coldcoldcoldcoldcold. Well, not where I live, but the rest of Europe seems to be freezing to shreds. That goes for most of my country as well, but a vast portion of the north, including the place I live in, is escaping the worst of it. We haven't had it much colder than the mid-twenties, while parts of the southern Netherlands have had subzero temperatures. I have experienced such temperatures before, but these past few years, we really haven't had winters, so it's something which I need to get used to again. The coldest winter I remember was the 1996-'97 edition.
It's good fun, though. For the first time in years the ice is thick enough to skate on, and everybody is doing it. This did cause chaos in the train system yesterday, as people shamelessly ran over the tracks with their skates on (we call that 'klunen'), to get from one body of water to another one. There were no injuries despite the thick layer of fog that did cover most of the country. On the upside we had the first national ice skating championships on natural ice in twelve winters, and a guy who lives three miles away from here won the men's race. Tomorrow and Sunday will even see the first ice sailing championships in years.
People are also carefully speculating about the possibility of an 'Elfstedentocht', which is a historic 130 mile race in the northern province of Friesland. The race is 100 years old, and so far there have been 15 installments, the most recent one dating back to early January 1997. It is the number one indication of a memorable winter in this country. No Elfstedentocht, no reason to remember a winter. It's not too likely we'll have one this year. It takes ten days and nights of temperatures way below thirty degrees, and so far in that part of the country, the daytime temperatures have spoilt the fun. For those who are wondering how many days it takes for the top skaters to skate the race in its entirety, the last winner, Henk Angenent, did it in approximately six and a half hours.
On the other hand, I highly doubt people from the Southern province of Limburg will forget this winter soon. The plumming froze to bits earlier this week, and it took the water company a long time to fix it.
Another year over, another entry to thank everybody who has helped keeping my blog going these past 366 days. Comments were posted by: Ana, Bobby Revell, Dawnie, Fightingfemale, JournalHome, Laane, Origena, Sherryever, SilverWind, Spanish, Steve Knight, WindMill, and um... my sister (I'll have hell to pay if I don't mention her). Comments are the main reason I keep on going, so thank you very much.
I recorded visits from the following countries: Argentina, Armenia, Australia, Austria, Barbados, Belgium, Brazil, Brunei, Bulgaria, Burkina Faso, Canada, Chile, China, Colombia, Costa Rica, Cote d'Ivoire, Croatia, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Egypt, Estonia, Finland, France, Georgia, Germany, Greece, Guatemala, Honduras, Hong Kong, Hungary, Iceland, India, Iran, Ireland (Republic), Israel, Italy, Jamaica, Japan, Kenya, Kuwait, Latvia, Lebanon, Libya, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Macedonia, Malaysia, Mexico, Netherlands, Netherlands Antilles, New Zealand, Nigeria, Norway, Oman, Pakistan, Philippines, Portugal, Qatar, Romania, Saudi Arabia, Senegal, Serbia, Singapore, Slovakia, South Africa, South Korea, Spain, Sri Lanka, Sweden, Switzerland, Taiwan, Thailand, Turkey, Ukraine, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom, United States, Venezuela, and Vietnam.
Again a better score than last year, although the page that drew the most visits was a graph I posted for Saint Patrick's Day. That page gets daily visits.
2008... What is it worth remembering for...? I think I should ask myself that in a year's time, although one thing I'm sure to remember did happen just this month: apparently mice have declared war on cats, AND they made the first move. Apparently, mice in Oshawa, Ontario, are responsible for the untimely passing of over a hundred cats in an animal shelter. They gnawed through the electrical wiring and set the place ablaze. My cat is already plotting revenge.
Well, have a safe passage, and I hope you will all get through the credit crunch victoriously. I know I will. Happy New Year!
Switching on my Xmas playlist (which is now turned off) has led to four offers from people who want to help me improve my site. They actually referred to the playlist, so at least one of them must have actually visited. Sorry, folks... First of all, I did it to annoy. I get like that toward the end of the year. I gave my fellow JH members a proper warning that this was happening, so none of them visited. Secondly, I have NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES WHATEVER, so why should I have a good site?, and third of all I simply don't trust such offers. I say if someone want his or her site improved, they will SEEK assistance; they don't need any emailed offers. To me these emails qualify as spam.
*TO THOSE WHO ENTER THRU THE JH FRONT PAGE: MY XMAS PLAYLIST WILL START AUTOMATICALLY* A word of the year has been chosen in the Netherlands. The winner is "swaffelen". I really don't know if this word has its origins in another language, or if it's a fantasy word to which a meaning has been found, but the word won the popular vote. The meaning of the word, which is a verb, is to slap things or people with the penis. I don't know how or why the word won, but hey, you can draw your own conclusions about the sanity of the Dutch people. All I know is that the word apparently became popular when a Dutch tourist posted a clip on YouTube in which he 'swaffeled' the Taj Mahal, to the absolute outrage of the authorities in India, and that there were massive appeals on the internet to vote for the word. Still, a dictionary for the Dutch language to rival the OED is being prepared (publication date 2019), and that is just about the one word that is not getting into it. Besides, who is going to remember the word by then?
The year is winding down again, and so we are gearing up for another night of fireworks. As always, there is an advertising campaign going on, to warn people to be careful. This year they have gone too far, although it is pretty funny. Just check this site: http://www.flaaf.be. The story behind the site is the fact that in Belgium heavier fireworks are legal than in the Netherlands, and so this site warns us of a terrorist attack to be perpetrated with Belgian fireworks.
Another brilliant idea from Belgium. From the city of Sint-Truiden (or Saint-Trond, if the English language prefers the French name), to be precise. Just like everywhere else, shoplifting and burglary annoys them a great deal, so they came up with a solution: mannequin dolls dressed up as cops. The Mayor is confident that this will scare off evildoers. Now, since I'm spending quite a bit of time in the library, I read stuff, and I've had a phase in my life when I watched a lot of crime shows, and I have a feeling, that instead of preventing crime, it may provide the thieves with an unresistable challenge. Lots of thieves take great pride in stealing things that have to do with law inforcement, and I would be very surprised if a lot of those dolls didn't get stolen during after hours shopping sprees.
I'm beginning to regret writing that entry on those Belgians who would pay people for greeting them. Just a few minutes ago, I was standing outside, minding my own business, when an elderly lady commented on the fact that I was wearing a Canadian hockey jersey, saying that she had lived in Canada for thirty years, etc. It wasn't even a conversation that I wanted out of. Then, however, she told me she had read that particular entry on my blog, and lectured me on how greeting one another would make this world a better place, and told me that if we don't greet each other we will all end up bitter and lonely. I'm sure it worked for her.
Last Monday, I watched An Inconvenient Truth on TV. You know, Al Gore's powerpoint presentation about global warming. I don't normally like commercial breaks, but this time round they were really interesting. I finally learned who some of the evildoers are that cause our climate to change: Eneco Energie, a Dutch electricity company. At the beginning and end of each commercial break, there was a message, stating that the programme was made possible, in part, by Eneco. The film was made possible by global warming, and so my brain deduced that Eneco are at the root of it. Now y'all know how my brain works.
That was one annoying weekend... Saturday morning I was ready to post two new entries, so I headed out to go online, logged on... And I was told I was blocked due to spamming. Couldn't log on, couldn't post comments... I know of at least 16 computers that share this one IP address, so it isn't even likely this specific computer has anything to do with it. I immediately delisted myself, but that didn't seem to do me any good either, because I didn't get thru for about three more hours, by which point I just gave up. I also tried to send three messages to Florent, but I got three delivery failure notices (note to admin... Do get that email address running!). Anyways, I'm back in now, and all ready to go. Just one more little problem. I didn't write anything down, so I don't remember what those two new entries were going to be about. As soon as I remember, I will post them.
It was Saint Martin's again, yesterday. You know, kids with lanterns going from door to door, singing for candy. It was an exceptionally busy night on my street. We have a very narrow sidewalk, and very irresponsible drivers after dark, so it's been pretty quiet for at least the past five years, but last night was completely different. Even kids accompanied by parents braved the hazardous conditions last night. With the additional flocks of children, one thing saddened me. They were all, with no exception, singing the same song, which is probably the most neutral of all: "November 11 is the day that I may shine, that I may shine, November 11 is the day, that I may shine my light (repeat until sick)".
On a bright note, there were no visible signs of kids wanting to celebrate Halloween this year. With a bit of luck we might be getting rid of it. On the other hand, it could also be a case of not everybody knowing enough about Halloween to observe it properly. In the pile of junkmail that I found on my doormat on Monday, there was one leaflet from a store that was selling Halloween costumes. A bit late, even if they are just trying to offload the ones they didn't sell. Stores usually begin doing that the day after.
Our tolerance of some drugs is somewhat at odds right now. The official government policies of tolerating marihuana isn't really in danger of being terminated, but on a local level near the Belgian and German borders there are towns that are shutting down coffeeshops, which are the official outlets for cannabis products. They experience a lot of troubvle caused by foreign visitors who frequent these places. The majority of our Parliament is still very much in favor of tolerance, but with the new rightwing parties that are likely to win a lot of votes at the last elections, you just never know. Especially if they manage to form a government coalition with the Christian Democrats.
The marihuana bit is the least of the worries of those who support our drug policies. The government have gone so far as to actually outlaw something. It must be decades ago they did that. As of December 1 the sale, possession, and consumption of magic mushrooms will be forbidden. Last year a French girl combined magic mushrooms and alcohol, and committed suicide. It's the alcohol again that killed, but of course you can't prohibit alcohol, and as such the mushrooms have to go. A wee bit hypocritical perhaps?
As for me I'm not a big fan of the tolerance policies. I say either prohibit everything completely, or make a firm stand and legalize, legalize, legalize. And I'm leaning toward legalization.
Joran strikes again. Or should I say that that crime reporter Peter R. de Vries struck again? Another sting operation, this time in Thailand, Joran's current residence, has revealed that Joran is now involved in trading women. He arranges prostitutes for Dutch tourists. This to fund an apparent gambling addiction, or so rumor has it. Another piece of evidence that he really doesn't care, and another reason for me to believe in his guilt in the Natalee Holloway disappearance. You'd think he'd be more careful after the first sting operation, though. Not trusting everybody he meets in casinos, etc.
I was robbed this morning. I know, I should go to the cops and let them know what happened. After all, they stole from me, and they would steal again from other people, but it was so silly... I think I'll let them off the hook this time.
What happened? Well, of course, I too get a lot of junkmail delivered to my house, and along with old newspapers, etc., it's collected every two weeks. Sometimes, however, there's so much of it that if I have half a chance to get rid of it (legally, I might add), I do so. There are no paper collection bins where I live, but this morning I had to be someplace where there are some, so I took it with me on the train. I set the bag next to me, and in no time I am surrounded by four kids aged 13-16, as far as I can tell. They were upto something, which I could tell by how they acted, and how they were looking at me. At Hoorn Kersenboogerd station, they suddenly got up, and made off with my old newspapers and junkmail like lightning, thinking they'd robbed me of something valuable. It's an interesting experience. I have never had this happen to me before. I would have loved to see their faces when they saw what they had stolen.
The World of Jazz, that is. Two days ago, in the heart of the city, the Jazz Walk of Fame was revealed to the public. It's a square with stars representing legends from the world of jazz. So, what makes Enkhuizen (the city I live in, for those who don't know me) so important to the jazz world? Well, we have an annual jazz festival...
However, that's it. It isn't even a very important international event. It has some importance, but in this country I believe we have two jazz festivals that are bigger, and I know of jazz festivals across Europe that are bigger than 'Enkhuizen'. Besides, I've seen the lineups from the past few years, but those consist mainly of Dutch bands. Beyond our borders, only hardcore jazz fans who listen to anything they consider jazz might have heard of them. Also, in Hollywood it is the custom that the celebrities are there when their star is revealed. No jazz legend came to Enkhuizen this weekend.
I don't even see the Jazz Walk of Fame drawing many more tourists to the town. It is lovely, and if you're a German tourist who comes to the Netherlands every year, it's one of those places you have to have seen, but for people who come from farther away, it can't compete with the likes of Amsterdam, The Hague, Maastricht, Volendam, etc. Still, I don't mind a bit of megalomania, so it's lovely to have such a place in town.
Some 18 years after the cold war ended we have an actual espionage scandal in this country. For some reason the Moroccans are spying in the Netherlands. A Moroccan policeman was fired recently after his role in the espionage scandal was confirmed by internal affairs. A while ago the Moroccan government called back two diplomats. Strangely, I don't see what's wrong with the Moroccan operations. From what politicians, etc., are saying, I can only come to the conclusion that the spies are mostly spying on Moroccans living in the Netherlands, who might pose a threat to the Moroccan government. If there are terrorists among them, who are we to blame the Moroccan government for wanting to fight them. Anyways, if it turns out that the intentions of the Moroccan government are more evil than that, I'll keep you posted.
No, I haven't returned to MySpace. This acquaintance goes back eleven years.
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