New year traditions
Another tradition which i never knew the meaning of (other then starting a new year calendar) or the origins of, is the new year tradition. According to Wikipedia, the origins here in the Netherlands apparently came from the "Joelfeest", the winter solstice celebrations, which lasted 12 days. The noise making at new year seems to originate from the practice of scaring away evil spirits with the chiming of (church) bells and other noises. This i was never told and had to look it up on the internet. So all these years in the past i celebrated new year without knowing anything about it, other then changing the calendar. And i wonder how many people do know. I assume that very few know and that makes it a meaningless tradition. So why do it? Just because of eating and drinking in abundance? You can do that every day of the year. Because of the law the only time that people are allowed to use fireworks is at new year, so that is not possible on other days. But that too is a silly tradition, where people buy a few very expensive fireworks which last for five or ten minutes or which, in most cases, lasts for only a second. That ten or twenty euro sky-rocket goes up in the sky, explodes and gives a second of lights. Not to mention the firecrackers.
For animals it is a horrible time. Here in the Netherlands the banging of firecrackers starts days before new year and on new year's eve gets worse. Our two cats are not happy and sometimes don't know where to hide. One of our dogs is not really bothered by it, but the other is a nervous type and wants to bark at every noise from outside he hears. We try to train that dog to ignore the banging with some success. As he's still young, maybe someday he'll learn to ignore it as the other dog does. As we do not stay up to wait for new year, we go to sleep at an earlier time with the dogs in their crates, which for them is security in their den. Last night at twelve, when the noise began, i was awakened by it, and the nervous dog was making some noises too. He made some soft barks, squeaked a bit and went quiet for the rest of the time it was noisy, which doesn't last more then fifteen minutes here. The other dog didn't make a sound. My wife just slept through it completely! Is it worth it to annoy other people (on the last day of december there had been more then 60.000 complaints about fireworks) and scare animals? Is it worth it for a tradition that is meaningless - just eating and drinking and making a lot of noise? It isn't worth it to me, and certainly not for animals.
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dinsdag 29 december 2015
Stigmatising
In a news article here: http://nos.nl/artikel/2077645-leerlingen-kaatsheuvel-begeleid-bij-fietsen-langs-azc.html it shows how easy it is to stigmatise a group of people. In this town there will be an asylum seekers centre which is on a road towards a primary school. Parents have addressed their fears about this to the city council, the parents thought that it would be unsafe for their children to cycle past this asylum seekers centre. Therefore the city council decided to have some volunteers or hired security guards to accompany the children when cycling to that school. The city council declared that they made no effort to convince the parents that it would be safe for their children to cycle past the asylum seekers centre because some parents will not be convinced. So now the parents will be justified with their fears and worse. This asylum seekers centre can become known as the place where "dangerous"people live because look, children can't safely cycle past it without guards! How stigmatising this is. And i know from experience how easy it is to stigmatise.
My father was a young man during world war 2 and has been in danger of being sent to Germany as a forced labourer, as it was proclaimed by the nazi regime that every adult man had to go there to work in the factories. My father refused to go and was therefore always in danger of being arrested. He must have been in fear for that and one day he thought that his fear would be proved to be a real one. My father was standing in the village where he lived talking to some friends of similar age, when suddenly a German officer and two soldiers came towards them. At gunpoint they were then taken to a cheese factory nearby to load a horse cart full of cheeses which would be taken to Germany. My father and his friends were expecting to be taken to Germany too, but to their relief they were sent home again.
This and some other events apparently made my father hate the nazis. Many years later in the seventies of the last century, i was walking with my father in this same village. As it was summer there were several tourists as this village is in the lakes area of Friesland, popular with boating tourists. This area was and is very popular with German tourists. But back then several male German tourists who visited this area were wearing a sort of captain's cap. So while my father and i were walking we passed a man with such a cap, and my father said to me "He was an ss officer, i can see it on his ugly face". As this man didn't say anything the only clue my father had for recognising this man as German was this cap. But my father knew nothing of this man, whether this man came from Germany or Belgium or anywhere else in the world. And if this man was German, he could have been too young to be an officer, let alone in the army during the war. But if he was old enough, he might have been active in the resistance against the nazis. But whoever he was, what my father did was stigmatising and i didn't have any idea of this. Actually i thought that my father was a great guy, hating the nazis. And so i copied my father and started doing the same. Every middle aged person wearing such a captain's cap used to be a nazi in the war. It took me a long time to realise how wrong my father was, stigmatising people just by how they looked. And how wrong I was by doing the same! Had i never realised that i was easily stigmatising people based on ignorance, i would have read that news article mentioned above and probably thought that these people were absolutely right in their fears and that the city council was absolutely right in their decision of having "guards" accompanying these children to school past that "dangerous" asylum seekers centre.
I'm not saying that i'm such a good person for recognising this stigmatising, i'm still a product of my youth and upbringing by my parents. It doesn't take much to stigmatise people. I can still go wrong when for example i read a news article about people demonstrating against the building of a new asylum seekers centre and think NAZIS! And that is stigmatising based on ignorance. I don't like stigmatising, but before pointing fingers at others i also have to look at myself and what i'm doing. Change the world and start with yourself!
In a news article here: http://nos.nl/artikel/2077645-leerlingen-kaatsheuvel-begeleid-bij-fietsen-langs-azc.html it shows how easy it is to stigmatise a group of people. In this town there will be an asylum seekers centre which is on a road towards a primary school. Parents have addressed their fears about this to the city council, the parents thought that it would be unsafe for their children to cycle past this asylum seekers centre. Therefore the city council decided to have some volunteers or hired security guards to accompany the children when cycling to that school. The city council declared that they made no effort to convince the parents that it would be safe for their children to cycle past the asylum seekers centre because some parents will not be convinced. So now the parents will be justified with their fears and worse. This asylum seekers centre can become known as the place where "dangerous"people live because look, children can't safely cycle past it without guards! How stigmatising this is. And i know from experience how easy it is to stigmatise.
My father was a young man during world war 2 and has been in danger of being sent to Germany as a forced labourer, as it was proclaimed by the nazi regime that every adult man had to go there to work in the factories. My father refused to go and was therefore always in danger of being arrested. He must have been in fear for that and one day he thought that his fear would be proved to be a real one. My father was standing in the village where he lived talking to some friends of similar age, when suddenly a German officer and two soldiers came towards them. At gunpoint they were then taken to a cheese factory nearby to load a horse cart full of cheeses which would be taken to Germany. My father and his friends were expecting to be taken to Germany too, but to their relief they were sent home again.
This and some other events apparently made my father hate the nazis. Many years later in the seventies of the last century, i was walking with my father in this same village. As it was summer there were several tourists as this village is in the lakes area of Friesland, popular with boating tourists. This area was and is very popular with German tourists. But back then several male German tourists who visited this area were wearing a sort of captain's cap. So while my father and i were walking we passed a man with such a cap, and my father said to me "He was an ss officer, i can see it on his ugly face". As this man didn't say anything the only clue my father had for recognising this man as German was this cap. But my father knew nothing of this man, whether this man came from Germany or Belgium or anywhere else in the world. And if this man was German, he could have been too young to be an officer, let alone in the army during the war. But if he was old enough, he might have been active in the resistance against the nazis. But whoever he was, what my father did was stigmatising and i didn't have any idea of this. Actually i thought that my father was a great guy, hating the nazis. And so i copied my father and started doing the same. Every middle aged person wearing such a captain's cap used to be a nazi in the war. It took me a long time to realise how wrong my father was, stigmatising people just by how they looked. And how wrong I was by doing the same! Had i never realised that i was easily stigmatising people based on ignorance, i would have read that news article mentioned above and probably thought that these people were absolutely right in their fears and that the city council was absolutely right in their decision of having "guards" accompanying these children to school past that "dangerous" asylum seekers centre.
I'm not saying that i'm such a good person for recognising this stigmatising, i'm still a product of my youth and upbringing by my parents. It doesn't take much to stigmatise people. I can still go wrong when for example i read a news article about people demonstrating against the building of a new asylum seekers centre and think NAZIS! And that is stigmatising based on ignorance. I don't like stigmatising, but before pointing fingers at others i also have to look at myself and what i'm doing. Change the world and start with yourself!
maandag 28 december 2015
Shop opening times and intolerance.
Here in the Netherlands we have a law about shop opening times. This law states when shops are allowed to be open and when to be shut. But not only that, there's also an (much older) law about the sunday rest, and as you can imagine it's based on the Christian practice to have a rest day on sunday. That both laws are from way before the time of internet makes it possible to have a webshop open and working 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The only restriction is then that courier companies don't deliver on sundays, but webshop owners can still deliver goods on a sunday themselves, the law never anticipated on that. So why do we still have these restricted laws? Why can't shopowners decide for themselves when to be open and when to be shut. One of the arguments for shop opening times is that it protects employees from abuse from the shopowners, but employees are no slaves and can quit their job or simply refuse to work on certain days when they want to. If a shopowner doesn't respect that they're a bad employer and does one want to work for a bad employer anyway? But besides that, this sunday rest law is discriminating against non Christians. Jewish shopowners, who are following the Tora and have their shop shut on the Shabbat, which is from friday evening before sunset untill saturday evening after sunset. But because of this law they also can't open their shop on a sunday! Note that the early Christians were also obeying the Shabbat untill the Roman emperor Constantine declared the sunday as the holy rest day in the year 321 as the most important day for the heathen religion of worshipping the sun. And as at that time the Christians wanted to remove themselves further away from Judaism, from where Christianity originated from, they embraced this practice.
But for non Christians in general it is restrictive. Why should anyone be restricted by a minority who want to uphold an old practice? It is not only restrictive but also intolerant. The (Christian) governments who made these laws long ago didn't want to consider non Christians and so does the current government of a country where a lot of inhabitants like to pat themselves on the back for being so tolerant. The people here in the Netherlands are in general not tolerant. The hatred towards the people who are questioning the st Nicolas tradition with the zwarte piet, a caricature of a black person, is one of the best examples of intolerance here. I think i could write a list of examples of intolerance that i see here in this country, maybe i will do that some time. To get back to the shop opening times, let the people decide for themselves when they want to open their shop or when to go shopping and when not. And let everyone be tolerant about that.
Here in the Netherlands we have a law about shop opening times. This law states when shops are allowed to be open and when to be shut. But not only that, there's also an (much older) law about the sunday rest, and as you can imagine it's based on the Christian practice to have a rest day on sunday. That both laws are from way before the time of internet makes it possible to have a webshop open and working 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. The only restriction is then that courier companies don't deliver on sundays, but webshop owners can still deliver goods on a sunday themselves, the law never anticipated on that. So why do we still have these restricted laws? Why can't shopowners decide for themselves when to be open and when to be shut. One of the arguments for shop opening times is that it protects employees from abuse from the shopowners, but employees are no slaves and can quit their job or simply refuse to work on certain days when they want to. If a shopowner doesn't respect that they're a bad employer and does one want to work for a bad employer anyway? But besides that, this sunday rest law is discriminating against non Christians. Jewish shopowners, who are following the Tora and have their shop shut on the Shabbat, which is from friday evening before sunset untill saturday evening after sunset. But because of this law they also can't open their shop on a sunday! Note that the early Christians were also obeying the Shabbat untill the Roman emperor Constantine declared the sunday as the holy rest day in the year 321 as the most important day for the heathen religion of worshipping the sun. And as at that time the Christians wanted to remove themselves further away from Judaism, from where Christianity originated from, they embraced this practice.
But for non Christians in general it is restrictive. Why should anyone be restricted by a minority who want to uphold an old practice? It is not only restrictive but also intolerant. The (Christian) governments who made these laws long ago didn't want to consider non Christians and so does the current government of a country where a lot of inhabitants like to pat themselves on the back for being so tolerant. The people here in the Netherlands are in general not tolerant. The hatred towards the people who are questioning the st Nicolas tradition with the zwarte piet, a caricature of a black person, is one of the best examples of intolerance here. I think i could write a list of examples of intolerance that i see here in this country, maybe i will do that some time. To get back to the shop opening times, let the people decide for themselves when they want to open their shop or when to go shopping and when not. And let everyone be tolerant about that.
woensdag 9 december 2015
Washing up.
I just finished the washing up. It wasn't a daily chore, or that it had to be done because there was nothing to cook in, eat of or eat with, but just because i felt like it. Doesn't happen much. The washing up or that i feel like it. Sometimes, and that is more then that it is at times, the kitchen looks like a battle field. And it feels like it. But that's life. We live, we are made to live. We are not made to wash up. There are better and more important things in life. There's my wife, there are the dogs, there's playmobil, there are books to read. There is so much more and better things to do besides washing up. But this time i just felt like it. At the same time it gave me time to think of what to write for this blog post. And there's a reward afterwards, drinking beer with my wife and enjoy some snacks and have a good conversation. And that's living. I love living.
I just finished the washing up. It wasn't a daily chore, or that it had to be done because there was nothing to cook in, eat of or eat with, but just because i felt like it. Doesn't happen much. The washing up or that i feel like it. Sometimes, and that is more then that it is at times, the kitchen looks like a battle field. And it feels like it. But that's life. We live, we are made to live. We are not made to wash up. There are better and more important things in life. There's my wife, there are the dogs, there's playmobil, there are books to read. There is so much more and better things to do besides washing up. But this time i just felt like it. At the same time it gave me time to think of what to write for this blog post. And there's a reward afterwards, drinking beer with my wife and enjoy some snacks and have a good conversation. And that's living. I love living.
maandag 23 november 2015
Flying Pickets - Masters of war
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes it's toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Great song, great truth.
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes it's toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Great song, great truth.
zondag 16 augustus 2015
Bird with broken wing.
Bird with broken wing
Locked up inside
A tiny cage
Till the day I heard your cry
And set you free
But as I reached in
To heal the hurt
You fled in wild dismay
Now your pain
Has made you blind as you can be
Echoes in the distance
Are almost all you hear from me
Each time I speak your name
You flee away
While the agonies of mindless flight
Grow more than you can bare
Still you think it's because of me
That you feel this way
Soarin' far above the storm
On wings spread strong and wide
Is the vision that you've buried
In despair
You dash yourself against the stones
And flutter terrified
When my love will heal your wounds
And lift you there
Like a frightened child
Who starts away with every move
You want to trust
But watch so fearfully
Everything you're longing for
Is here within my hands
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
Soarin' far above the storm
On wings spread strong and wide
Is the vision that you've buried
In despair
You dash yourself against the stones
And flutter terrified
When my love will heal your wounds
And lift you there
Like a frightened child
Who starts away with every move
You want to trust
But watch so fearfully
Everything you're longing for
Is here within my hands
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
Lyrics: Don Francisco
Bird with broken wing - Don Francisco
Trust in God is all it takes. He can heal the wounds and lift me there. There where i'm meant to be.
Bird with broken wing
Locked up inside
A tiny cage
Till the day I heard your cry
And set you free
But as I reached in
To heal the hurt
You fled in wild dismay
Now your pain
Has made you blind as you can be
Echoes in the distance
Are almost all you hear from me
Each time I speak your name
You flee away
While the agonies of mindless flight
Grow more than you can bare
Still you think it's because of me
That you feel this way
Soarin' far above the storm
On wings spread strong and wide
Is the vision that you've buried
In despair
You dash yourself against the stones
And flutter terrified
When my love will heal your wounds
And lift you there
Like a frightened child
Who starts away with every move
You want to trust
But watch so fearfully
Everything you're longing for
Is here within my hands
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
Soarin' far above the storm
On wings spread strong and wide
Is the vision that you've buried
In despair
You dash yourself against the stones
And flutter terrified
When my love will heal your wounds
And lift you there
Like a frightened child
Who starts away with every move
You want to trust
But watch so fearfully
Everything you're longing for
Is here within my hands
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
I'm waiting now for you
To come to me
Lyrics: Don Francisco
Bird with broken wing - Don Francisco
Trust in God is all it takes. He can heal the wounds and lift me there. There where i'm meant to be.
dinsdag 9 juni 2015
Mobile phones
I grew up in a house with no telephone at all, at least during my younger years. I remember going to the nearby post office with my mother where there was a public phone whenever my mother wanted to call some one. And that happened not often. But eventually my parents decided to get a landline telephone. I thought it was a marvelous bit of technique. But with it came this urge, the urge to pick up the horn when it was ringing. Some one needed to talk to one of the household and they can't be left waiting to long, or even worse, letting the call to be unanswered. This was also one of many conditionings i was subjected to.
Years later when i was living on my own i thought that i needed a landline telephone. Again years later i thought i needed a mobile phone. Soon i got rid of the landline telephone, at least i didn't think i needed both! With that mobile phone the conditioning of picking up when it rang was even stronger, i picked it up whenever and wherever i was. I never realised that it actually can be very rude to others to just pick up the phone while being in the presence of others. But hey, everybody else does it too, it seems to be accepted. Later my wife pointed out that it's not acceptable behaviour. (my wife is very good in pointing out how much i am conditioned) After thinking about it i realised two things. Yes, it is rude to just pick up a call when in the presence of others, especially when being in a conversation. And i asked myself why do i need to pick up the phone when called? Can't i just decide for myself whether i want to talk with some one on the phone or not? Can some one demand to speak with me whenever they want it? Isn't it an intrusion of my privacy? Yes, it is, and my privacy is my own. Whenever the phone is ringing i look on the display who it is and decide wether to pick it up or to let it go. Sometimes i don't even bother to look who it is, especially when i'm doing something. They can leave a voicemail if it's important. When i'm not at work my phone lies on my desk at home and doesn't come with me whenever i go out. And yes, i'm probably one of the very few who dare to go out without a mobile phone, at least for someone of my age and younger. It's nothing to worry about, as before i ever had a mobile phone i went out without a worry too. It's actually quite relaxing. Oh, and i never got into texting. I never was interested in a smartphone or iphone or whatever mobile devices with millions of functions there are. No apps for me or mobile internet.
Life without a demanding phone. Life can be so simple.
I grew up in a house with no telephone at all, at least during my younger years. I remember going to the nearby post office with my mother where there was a public phone whenever my mother wanted to call some one. And that happened not often. But eventually my parents decided to get a landline telephone. I thought it was a marvelous bit of technique. But with it came this urge, the urge to pick up the horn when it was ringing. Some one needed to talk to one of the household and they can't be left waiting to long, or even worse, letting the call to be unanswered. This was also one of many conditionings i was subjected to.
Years later when i was living on my own i thought that i needed a landline telephone. Again years later i thought i needed a mobile phone. Soon i got rid of the landline telephone, at least i didn't think i needed both! With that mobile phone the conditioning of picking up when it rang was even stronger, i picked it up whenever and wherever i was. I never realised that it actually can be very rude to others to just pick up the phone while being in the presence of others. But hey, everybody else does it too, it seems to be accepted. Later my wife pointed out that it's not acceptable behaviour. (my wife is very good in pointing out how much i am conditioned) After thinking about it i realised two things. Yes, it is rude to just pick up a call when in the presence of others, especially when being in a conversation. And i asked myself why do i need to pick up the phone when called? Can't i just decide for myself whether i want to talk with some one on the phone or not? Can some one demand to speak with me whenever they want it? Isn't it an intrusion of my privacy? Yes, it is, and my privacy is my own. Whenever the phone is ringing i look on the display who it is and decide wether to pick it up or to let it go. Sometimes i don't even bother to look who it is, especially when i'm doing something. They can leave a voicemail if it's important. When i'm not at work my phone lies on my desk at home and doesn't come with me whenever i go out. And yes, i'm probably one of the very few who dare to go out without a mobile phone, at least for someone of my age and younger. It's nothing to worry about, as before i ever had a mobile phone i went out without a worry too. It's actually quite relaxing. Oh, and i never got into texting. I never was interested in a smartphone or iphone or whatever mobile devices with millions of functions there are. No apps for me or mobile internet.
Life without a demanding phone. Life can be so simple.
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