Sunday, March 15, 2009

Thailand

After the train journey from Brussels and the flight from Amsterdam, I landed in Bangkok and met up with Jan and his son Finn. We caught a taxi and rode through to our Hotel, Sena Place. As he drives, the driver of the taxi asks you if you would like to take the highway, which means paying extra at toll booths, but quite literally is an elevated road. I headed out onto the street, and bought an ice cold coconut (with plastic straw to drink from – they seem to give you a straw with anything that isn’t beer). I wandered down the street taking in the new and pungent smells from a myrid of street stalls cooking all sorts of things.

The next morning I left for the meeting venue. We arrived and after a quick swim had a couple of hours pre-meeting. I then took the couple of free hours I had for a Thai massage which was fabulous! The next three days were consumed by meetings, with me pulling off some less than good facilitation. On the Tuesday we escaped the good food of the venue and took a short boat trip across the river to a restaurant on stilts. The food there as with everywhere else in Thailand was fantastic, subtle flavours and hot spices - nice!

After the meeting I headed back to Bangkok and spent the rest of Thursday afternoon in the Bangkok office. We went out for supper at Sam Sen train station with Ply, and ate more good food served by good looking waitresses. The Friday and Saturday were set aside for sight seeing and we took advantage of them! On Friday Wen Jing and I traveled up to Ayuttaha and took a boat ride around the island. We stopped at three Wat's (Temples) and stayed only long enough to get super heated and dive back into the boat which was a lot cooler.

Afterwards we went for lunch at a lonely planet recommended restaurant which wasn't very good. It did have a tamarind tree (which Wen Jing pointed out to me and Gopi told me what it was in English) growing near by and this led us to search for more Tamarind trees amongst the ruins of Ayuttaha (the old Siamese capital). We found one that was loaded with Tamarind fruit and I was determined to bring one back, so after throwing a stick up after them, I tried to throw my water bottle up, but as I did my shoe came off and I landed with my right foot hard on a sharp piece of concrete. Wen Jing shepherded me off to hospital (in another tuk tuk) and I got a crash course in the excellent Thai health care system. Once I was stitched up we took another tuk tuk to the bus station and caught the bus back home. We met Gopi and Rajesh for supper and ate loads (again!).

On Saturday Natwipha met the four of us at the Charuchak market in Bangkok (15 000 stalls!)and we shopped until we dropped, including a nice lunch where the chef's sang and danced in between cooking up some pretty amazing dishes.

Later Wen Jing and I road the Skytrain to the river and sat and people watched and she helped to augment my grossly lacking knowledge of China! We road the train back to the hotel and I said good bye to my Thailand travelling friends and headed for the airport.

Thanks to Nat for helping me out with all the logistics for the meeting, being the best travel guide and never even looking remotely concerned that I was asking her for yet another hotel booking change even after a whole day of meetings. Thanks to all the people I travelled some of Thailand with, Jan and Finn (auch fuer der Lonely Planet!), Maciej, Rajesh (great barganing!), Gopi (it was a VERY dangerous looking baby tiger!) and Wen Jing (for taking care of me and traveling at a great pace around Ayuttaha and Bangkok).

Back in the 'dam and back to work tomorrow!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Dandala vs. JZ

Classic (and possibly a little unfair) comment from the M&G:

"Where Jacob Zuma is essentially an autodidact, Dr Dandala (COPE presidential candidate) has degrees from Cambridge University, as well as honorary degrees from The University of Transkei and from the Cameroons.

Whereas Zuma has several wives, Dandala has but one. Dandala publicly took an HIV/Aids test. Zuma famously took a shower."


ps: an autodidact is a self taught person (I had to look it up...)

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Where boys fear to tread...

For those who don't know, the title of my blog is also the title of a Smashing Pumpkins song, as is the title of this post, but I digress before I've started...

Okay, so I'm definitely not the most experienced to speak about menstruation, but I have heard a bit about menstrual cups. They sound as if they are comfortable and environmentally, I reckon they are the business.

Check out a pretty glowing review from my South African paper of choice.

Now to tackle the resource intensiveness of toilet paper.

e-readers

Whether to buy an e-reader or not... It's been a question that I've been thinking about for quite a while.

I first heard about e-readers and e-ink when my dad suggested I worked for them (e-ink) when I was thinking about what to do with my life, and was considering various environmental jobs. The concept is simple, e-ink allows easy to read text on a small screen. It is supposed to look like paper, and can be read in bright sunlight. The devices are highly portable, about as thin as a box of matches and weigh less than a paper back. It is normally bigger than your average book. The battery typically lasts for roughly 7000 page turns (when the text is being displayed it hardly uses any power), which is enough for at least a weeks serious reading.

The reason for me to buy one would be mostly environmental, however the speed at which you are able to download and start reading a new book is definitely a plus.

Environmentally I'm not totally convinced, but let's look at the pros and cons. In the e-readers favour is the fact that every book is displayed on the same device - this means no printing and transporting the books around (I normally order books online), however the life cycle of the e-reader has to be taken into account. The manufacture includes all nasties of all our electronic gadgets - mining, plastics, chemicals - they'll all be there. Of course there is also the disposal - I haven't yet found a disposable e-reader!Greenpeace has done a great job highlighting the problem. So what have I found?

There seem to be 4 big names of purpose built e-reader. They are (with links to their websites:

Bebook
Iliad
Sony eBook
Kindle

All four are roughly similar, except that the Sony and Kindle only let you use formats that they specify - the Kindle particularly as it only lets you buy books from Amazon.com (who sell it), and you actually have to pay to read .pdfs on it (which immediately ruled it out for me). The other two run on linux based systems and allow you to read a number of formats on them.

The problem with all of them however, and my reason for not buying one at all, is simply the selection of books currently available as e-books. There just aren't enough (and particularly not of the ones I want to read). Having an e-reader and still having to buy the odd real book just seems silly - more just e-showing off, geek factor.

So lessons I've learnt through all this - I still need to join the library, I need to get my book club swapping the books we have rather than all reading the same book at the same time, and lastly, that I won't be buying an e-reader for a long time.

Shame though, could've impressed my mom.

Monday, February 23, 2009

My first action

Last Wednesday I met up with some other people to protest against Junichi and Toro being tried by the Japanese system for their part in uncovering a whaling scandal. You can read all about the Tokyo Two and the part they are playing to end whaling on the Greenpeace Website. Part of the reason for this blog is to try and answer all the questions my family have asked me about the protest.

We met at the Japanese Embassy in the Hague, one of us dressed as Lady Justice and with a big blow up whale, that was my job - plugging it in and taking care of it. Not lurking as my father was kind enough to point out - that's my concerned face (okay, I'm the once right at the back with the fashionable beanie).

We were there to hand protest the trial of the Tokyo Two and hand a letter over to the Ambassador asking the Japanese to put whaling on trial instead. There were lots of other protests all over the world - watch the slideshow halfway down this page. All went well, but the people exposing corruption are still in court.

You can help, click the link on the banner on the right of the screen and let the Japanese police know if exposing the corruption in whaling as a crime is an offence, they can arrest you too!

And thanks mum, I took care and was fine ;-)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Hiking the point (SA Dec/Jan 09 pt6)

So despite the fact that this is now about a month late, here is the final installment of my SA holiday.

Having arrived back in CT with my dad on the train, Em, Al and I gathered some things for our hike the next day and then got an early night. The next morning we got up, packed our things and headed off in Als car to pick dad up, and then travel on to the Cape Point nature reserve, with a mandatory stop at Olympia for baked goods.

We got there, parked the car, donned our packs and set off. We walked along the East coast of the point with amazing views of the sheer drop to the rocks and breakers below, and the rest of the peninsula. We passed the old cannon and dropped down to the sea, and walked past all the Sunday picnikers and braaiers. We joined them for lunch though, after a swim in the refreshing water. Once we had lunched on cheese rolls and mussel oil we searched for the small traffic circle, and once we found it began the climb to the overnight huts. Towards the top of the hill we saw a pair of ostrich with a whole bunch of baby ostriches running around. We carried on to the hut where we relaxed and had sundowners while counting windsurfers and kite surfers (which became the entertainment of the evening). We had braai for supper and a couple of beers, and made up fantastic stories about windsurfers not making it out of the park before the gate was shut.

The next morning we had hot water (mmmh) and muesli before setting off with considerably lighter packs. The walk started off along the beach which involved some sand, but mainly rocks. We were treated to a Bles(bonte?)bok peering at us through the mist. As we carried on we saw other wildlife (a very small tortoise included). We had lunch next to a very black lagoon and were visited by a large group of Baboons. After lunch we headed off with some of the party taking the short way round, and some finishing off the final hill for all.

The rest of my time in Cape Town was filled with friends, braais at Oudekraal, amazing productions of the Tempest, fantastic days in Napier with mum, swimming in rock pools and spending time with my sisters.

I'm now very much back in Amsterdam (it really is very cold), and working away again. It was an amazing 6 weeks and I can't wait to get back there soonest!

Thanks to everybody who made it such a good time!

Sunday, February 15, 2009

GSK starts to break the mould

Drug companies have been taking a lot of slack because of their protecting of patents that deny poor people access to medicine.

GSK have come out against this with a brave new stance by their CEO, promising to slash prices in poor countries and pool patents for other scientists to work on.

Read more: http://tinyurl.com/bqbrxy

I wonder if this will lead to a different type of medical safari, and whether it will prompt others to do the same!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Twittering

I'm twittering.

Unfortunately, because my cell phones a bit old and I'm on pre-paid (laugh all you want james) I can't update it from my phone yet, but watch this space.

In the meantime I'll update it every now and again. You can check out my entries here (on the right of this page, scroll down a bit, below my links, above my followers).

Wiki!

for those who might not know what twitter is (no names mentioned):

Twitter is a service for friends, family, and co–workers to communicate and stay connected through the exchange of quick, frequent answers to one simple question: What are you doing?

The best way to travel (SA Dec/Jan 09 pt5)

I flew into joburg and quickly got a taxi into Melville, and to the Greenpeace office. I walked in and said hello to the people who were working. Some of the people I would have liked to have spoken to were not there, but I got introduced to the people working there and saw their premises, a really nice house that has been converted into an office.

After that I walked down to a local Mugg and Bean and had a cup of tea while I waited for Phil to finish work. Once he had he picked me up we headed to the Jolly roger for half a pizza and a couple of beers. Chris and Ciska picked me up there and we got some excellent thai food, and headed back to their (lovely) new house and Larry the beaglador. After some great chatting and a bit of hooka piping we went to bed, and in the morning Chris dropped me off at the Joburg station, where I bought a newspaper and met Dad for the train ride to Cape Town.

The Shosholoza Meyl was advertised as a pleasant experience, which I think rather under sells the train trip (aah, they've hit on my underpromise and overdeliver mantra, which some day I'll actually adhere to!). The only thing that wasn't good about the trip was booking the tickets. They have no way to book without actually going to the station (although my sister swears she booked by paying money into their bank account and then picking the tickets up from the station). You can book tickets before hand, however once you've reserved, the reservation is only valid for two days where after you need to have bought your tickets at the station. It should be easy enough to set up an e-ticketing system where you can print your tickets at home, or at least to hook up with a service like Computicket, like Intercape buses do.

Well, as I said the only bad thing was the booking. We got on at joburg and left only about 15 minutes late (was it dad? - he has the time to the minute that we arrived at and left every station, I think he was still keeping tabs in his sleep ;-). As we pulled out of johannesburg we settled into our 2 person coupé, distributed the newspapers and had a bit of a read as the highveld slipped by. We ordered our bedding (for R40) and then went off for a little something to eat (after some literally ice cold beers). Cards were the order of the afternoon and as a thunder and lightning storm stormed off in the distance we played a refined game of German whist. Supper was macaroni cheese for me and a steak for dad, accompanied by a fine bottle of red (okay, it was Chateu Libertas...). After that it was a few more hands and then bed.

The night went well, despite the rain continueing, and when we went to bed Dad thought we would be in a lot later than the anticipated 12:10 (I however had a well placed hope in the men and women at SARS and Shosholoza Meyl). Sleeping on the train wasn't the deepest sleep which was perhaps that the bunks were a bit small, but after a relatively good sleep I woke up and read for a bit (unfortunatly on the top bunk so I couldn't see the scenery go by). Once dad was up we had a fry up breakfast, and went back to our cabin for a few games of battleships (all won by Dad!) and to watch the last of the Klein Karoo and the Hex River valley slide by. There were also some very long tunnels which neither of us had expected. Sooner than expected we were pulling into Cape Town with the mountain ahead and Ratanga Junction off to our right. We got into the station early, and got onto a Metro train to take me to Mowbray, and Dad to False Bay.

I walked back to Em and Al's house where I was to spend only a night before starting a two day trail with Em, Plus, Al and Dad.

Shosholoza Meyl was fantastic, and I would highly recommend a trip on the train to anybody with enough time to take a slow trip.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Zuma for prez?

Well, okay, bring it on!

Having just read Jeremy Gordin's biography, I'm feeling much better about JZ taking over the presidency of my country. I also hope he brings about some economic sense to a developing country (read: not bow to the false god of FDI).

If the ANC is going to focus on the rural areas more in 2009, I think there are worse people and parties for the top job.

Sabi Sands (SA Dec/Jan 09 pt4)

After the morning after fry up at one of the trout dams I said goodbye to the rhodes mates and set off towards Nelspruit with Gene's parents. I got to Nelspruit without trouble, and some interesting conversation about forestry with John, Gene's dad.

Once there though I started feeling a bit off colour. I met up with the guy who was going to give me and 4 brits a lift through to Kirkman's Camp, in the Sabi Sands. Kirkmans is a private game reserve in one of the richest game areas of the Kruger Park, the Sabi Sands. Murray, a friend of mine from school days is the head game ranger at Kirkman's, and it was because of him that I had the opportunity of a life time to experience a luxury game reserve.

I was staying in Murray's staff lodging (he quickly whipped up a bed for me to sleep off the rest of my hangover - very understanding). It was simple, but right in the middle of the bush which made it luxurious beyond measure - were else do you get to see hyenas running past about 10 metres away while you're having a braai, and have to make sure your shoes are inside at night to avoid them walking off. During the days I slept and read, only to be disturbed by the odd meal and game drive.

The game drives were awesome, off road driving like I've never experienced. And of course the animals. The rangers found them all and extremely close up, I could've touched most of them. We almost ran over the pack of wild dogs we found on my first full day. I saw Rhino, Baboons, Giraffe, Impala, Leopards, Wild dogs, Hyena, Elephant, Owls, Amarula treas, Russet Willows, Sausage trees, Chameleons, Lions, Buffalo, Smaller antelops, Bats, Moths, Monkeys and if I sit long enough I think I'll remember a million more! I was also treated to a bush breakfast (all laid out in the middle of the bush, with cooked breakfast and croissants), and on the evening game drives we stopped for sundowners with biltong, nuts, dried mango and our choice of ice cold drinks - there is really nothing like a ice cold beer as the sun goes down over the bush!

At night we'd braai or just have some beers and talk. It was really magical. After 4 days it was time to move on again though, and Murray again came through, organising me a flight to Joburg from only 15 minutes down the dirt road.

Once back in the big city, I was amazed at how we have managed to confine nature to these small spaces between civilisation, but as soon as we reach the pinical of civilisation, we take the opportunity to rush back to the wild (admitedly, this time in a 4x4).

In Joburg I went to visit Greenpeace SA and managed to squeeze in a beer (or 3) and pizza with Phil at Jolly Rogers before I was picked up by Chris and Ciska for some great thai food and a comfy bed in there new house, gaurded ably by Larry the Beaglador.

(sorry, photos just wouldn't do it justice - and besides, I didn't take a camera!)

Monday, January 26, 2009

Fishy weddings (SA Dec/Jan 09 pt3)

So after Napier, Mum dropped me off at the airport and I met Thandi who was on the same flight up to Jozi for New Years and weddings. After a long shuttle ride from the Joburg airport to Lydenburg we were met there by Bruce and Charne in the bakkies to go back to the farm. We stayed the first couple of nights on a friends farm with no electricity and an argar to heat the water - good times!

The first night we had a fantastic new years party 60's style (which looked more like it was just fancy dress) when you put that many rhodents together you're sure of a good party, and a party it was! See edited pictures for evidence.

The next day I put a hole in Killas tyre on an ill-fated and never completed town trip. And then spent the most of the day reading and swimming, while others slaved away over at the wedding venue. That night we got our last minute instructions from the bride and groom over a great meal of pasta made by Peta.





The day before the wedding (2/1) everybody was running around helping with a million things and moving us into our fantastic lodges on Bruce's parents trout farm. The venue was looking awesome with the the chapel constructed from scratch for the event. Finishing touches were being put on the orders of service, the golf course and the dancefloor. We had snacks and drinks at the girls lodge before going back to the boys lodge for a couple of sneaky beers, some didgeridoo playing and talk of wynd's (a passage of sorts).

The day arrived with much hecticness of sticking names onto seating plans made out of rock, cleaning of dance floors and trying to disguise portaloos (and rus and killa still trying to finish off the video booth). It soon all collapsed into an amazing wedding in the most awesome venue. Everyone looked great, the speeches were good, the mcing brilliant (if I do say so myself :-) and the entertainment legendary, even with a not very well stocked bar. The best thing was the reuniting of people - with all the group there it was like one of the best night at Rhodes, with all the dance moves being thrown around, the silliness, the bad photos.



Congratulations to Bruce and Charne on getting married, and putting a huge amount of effort into an amazing wedding.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Pick it up! or...

When I see rubbish lying on the beach, I'm in two minds whether to pick it up or not. Strange, being an "environmentally minded" person, but I guess the question is, where does the rubbish go once you do pick it up? Where is away?

When someone picks up rubbish from a beach or nature reserve they usually put it in the nearest bin. I doubt it is recycled from there, it is probably taken to landfill. Landfill is just another person/creature/insect's home.

For me the answer to plastic bottles lying on the beach surely doesn't lie with how we dispose or recycle the bottles, but rather with not using plastic bottles (and all the other -mainly plastic- junk that litters or environment) .

Buy one water bottle that is made from another material, or buy one that will last at least 10 years. Refuse to buy things in packaging the manufacturer will not take back, and where possible bring your own packaging. These are steps that are easy to take and will have the biggest influence.

As for the litter - leave it lying there as a reminder to others that there is no such place as "away", and precycling, not recycling is the only answer.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Christmas at Mariley (SA Dec/Jan 09 pt2)

Christmas with the family was good, despite being tense at times. Full was definitely the word to describe it best with it passing in a blur of breakfasts, teas, lunches, dinners, chocolates and biscuits. Mum as always pulled out all the stops with loads of fresh veggies from the garden and a superb nut roast for me, as well as a cassata I was entirely ready to lie cheat and steal for. Dads Christmas pud also went down well I had a second helping, whether I managed it is another story. I also managed to sort out my stuff (with Mark's help) and give some to charity and condense the rest. Once everyone else had left it was me, mum and al and em. We spent an afternoon wlaking around de Mond, took the dogs for a walk and had an amazing supper at Juliens in Bredasdorp with great wine (Soetvlei Shiraz?).

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Road trippin' (SA Dec/Jan 09 pt1)


After a week of admin in Cape Town, Saturday morning came round. After visiting the Hiscocks and Tylers, I went shopping at KC for the essentials (and the biggest watermelon I could find, which, lets face it, is an essential) while Ruth sorted Kit(t?) with some last minute wheel alignment. We managed to get on the road only and hour later than our absolute deadling and headed of for "die Hel".

By the time we reached Beaufort West (I think) we (read "I") were getting a little worried about the light, given that those who had been there before all suggested a 4x4. Ruth decided to push on despite me trying to sound as anti driving into the mountains, yet uncritical of Kit as possible. We filled up at the last petrol station and ventured off, driving into an amazing mountain pass with fantastic views, very badly captured on camera.

The sun had pretty much set by the time we passed the "2 and a half hours to die Hel" sign, but unbowed we carried on. With only a few scrapes to Kit and some white knuckles, we got to the campsite and managed to chose the best spot, even in the dark. The next morning we woke up and made the biggest fruit salad ever (in the watermelon) and also, inadvertently, Wyclef the watermelon.

As it was frikkin boiling we went in search of the pool and cold beers, with a packed lunch. We wallowed in the pool and chatted to the friendly Joburgers and Germans. Supper was braaied veggie sausages, beers and chocolate (a little runny from the day in the car). We also fitted in some frisbee throwing as well.

The next day we joined the ever coming and going procession of 4x4s out of die Hel, with me guiding Ruth and Kit over the the dry river beds (note white knuckles).

The journey out was even more beautiful than the drive in. Once we were out of the pass we hit Oudtshoorn for a quick drink, sunglasses and some aubergines. Then it was on to Route 62, past Ronnies Sex Shop and to lunch and foosball just outside Ladysmith. Through another pass, and we arrived at Napier, and quickly headed to Sun Touched for a cold one, which was followed by half a movie and bed.

The next day Paul arrived and we went off in search of candles and lunch, to eat at de Mond. Unfortunately no one wanted to brave the wind as much as I did (it was admittedly blowing quite a gale) so we returned to Mariley for lunch. Once mum had gone to bed, the three of us stayed up late into the night talking and drinking tassies, obies and klippies and coke (Ruth and I had luckily escaped the curse of klippies and coke despite our stop in Oudtshoorn.)

The next day Paul and Ruth left for their respective families for Christmas.

Thanks to Kit for getting us there and back again in absolute style. Thanks to Paul fr coming out ad spending time in Napier (and being official photographer for a while). Biggest thanks to Ruth, who didn't get scared off by my powerpoint. One of the best road trip partners ever, who drove the dodgiest road without losing her sense of humour once. You rock! Looking forward to Road Trip II - The return of the killer sporf...

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Documentaries and friends

This past week was the idfa in Amsterdam, a documentary film festival. It was great, and I saw some really good ones, and am considering reviewing my criteria for a good film (guns, explosion and good looking women).

On Monday I saw Poison Fire a film about gas flaring in Nigeria. Another of those thinks that reminds you that the current economic system is very deeply flawed. Big oil multinationals drill for oil in Nigeria and when the oil comes up, it brings with it a lot of gas. This gas makes the oil difficult to transport, so the companies burn it off in huge gas flares. This is while Nigerians have very few opportunities for fuel for cooking. And of course the flaring leads to huge health problems for the people living nearby. Shell in particular has been taking to court a number of times in Nigeria over the flaring and has been ordered to stop flaring. They haven't, but now a case is being brought to a Dutch court ... we live in hope!

On Wednesday I saw a film that wasn't on the festival, but was shown by Greenpeace NL. It was called The Deadline and was about pirate fishing off the cost of Africa (New Guinea in particular). It was interesting to learn about pirate fishing, but more to see again how much work goes into a Greenpeace campaign, to end with just one action. I've bought a copy of this one, so if you'd like to see it, let me know the next time I'm on my way to you.

**oh, and speaking of piracy, check out this Sunday Herald article for a really interesting take on the recent increase in piracy off the coast of Somalia**

On Thursday it was Let's Make Money, a film about the world economy and how CRAZY it is. The best quote? An government official from Burkina Fasso saying that if subsidies like the US subsidy on cotton were not ended, the people of Africa would invade Europe, even if they built a wall 10 metres high to keep them out (Kein mensch ist illegal!). Me and Zeina were cheering :-)

On Friday I saw Sea Point Days, a documentary about Sea Point (yes, in Cape Town) and it left me with the biggest smile on my face. A really positive look at SA, and showed of some of SAs best sides!

Saturday was a weird one called A Complete History of My Sexual Failures. A (rather useless) guy going back and interviewing all his ex girlfriends on why they dumped him. It also involved him being whipped by dominatrix and taking 6 viagras. Pretty funny at times. And led to a good discusion between me and Tamar on assholes and what constitutes an asshole. The randomness of the conversation was also fed by the fact that about 4 hours previously I had eaten more baked goods than could strictly be called necessary and then gone to a party where Mel had shown what the snack table would look like in heaven (mint and feta bread? yes please).

Today was the last one and a really good one about plastic called Addicted to Plastic. Not nearly depressing enough to be called a good environmental documentary in my book. Well, seriously it was very good at not getting too crazy about the fact that the pacific ocean is more or less a plastic soup, and showing some really good examples of people working on plastic waste.

So a good week of documentaries and now for the next two weeks I've got meetings most days. Then it's holidays in SA, which I am really looking forward to!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Risk

yeah, nuff blog posting, I'm off to play risk...

lost glove found glove

I went for a long ride on Sunday and during the taking off my jacket, putting on my jacket and taking my gloves off and putting them back on and putting them in the pockets of my jacket I lost one. Really cool gloves that Holle bought for me at Globetrotter.

So what good is one glove? Not very much and I was very frustrated that I would have to throw away a perfectly good glove and go and buy 2 more. However, I related my story of woe to anyone and everyone who would listen, and what do you know, Ilona said that she had a glove that some one left at her house.

So she bought it in, and it was the right hand (in both meanings of the word). So now I have too slightly different gloves, warm hands and a warm heart.

When not getting arrested isn't good...

Last Saturday I wanted to join some friends in stopping e-on building a coal power station in Rotterdam. We were going to camp outside the power station on Friday and then slowly escalate our prescene until we entered the site on Monday and locked on to machinery etc. to stop the construction of the power station.

I had a meeting on Friday, so was planning to join my hundred odd friends on Saturday, but as I was preparing to catch the train out to Rottterdam, I got a call saying that the had already entered the site and were busy getting arrested.

Oh well, hopefully next time I'll be able to confront the enforced violence of a system intent on destroying the planet.

The Premises of Endgame

Premise One: Civilization is not and can never be sustainable. This is especially true for industrial civilization.

Premise Two: Traditional communities do not often voluntarily give up or sell the resources on which their communities are based until their communities have been destroyed. They also do not willingly allow their landbases to be damaged so that other resources—gold, oil, and so on—can be extracted. It follows that those who want the resources will do what they can to destroy traditional communities.

Premise Three: Our way of living—industrial civilization—is based on, requires, and would collapse very quickly without persistent and widespread violence.

Premise Four: Civilization is based on a clearly defined and widely accepted yet often unarticulated hierarchy. Violence done by those higher on the hierarchy to those lower is nearly always invisible, that is, unnoticed. When it is noticed, it is fully rationalized. Violence done by those lower on the hierarchy to those higher is unthinkable, and when it does occur is regarded with shock, horror, and the fetishization of the victims.

Premise Five: The property of those higher on the hierarchy is more valuable than the lives of those below. It is acceptable for those above to increase the amount of property they control—in everyday language, to make money—by destroying or taking the lives of those below. This is called production. If those below damage the property of those above, those above may kill or otherwise destroy the lives of those below. This is called justice.

Premise Six: Civilization is not redeemable. This culture will not undergo any sort of voluntary transformation to a sane and sustainable way of living. If we do not put a halt to it, civilization will continue to immiserate the vast majority of humans and to degrade the planet until it (civilization, and probably the planet) collapses. The effects of this degradation will continue to harm humans and nonhumans for a very long time.

Premise Seven: The longer we wait for civilization to crash—or the longer we wait before we ourselves bring it down—the messier will be the crash, and the worse things will be for those humans and nonhumans who live during it, and for those who come after.

Premise Eight: The needs of the natural world are more important than the needs of the economic system.

Another way to put premise Eight: Any economic or social system that does not benefit the natural communities on which it is based is unsustainable, immoral, and stupid. Sustainability, morality, and intelligence (as well as justice) requires the dismantling of any such economic or social system, or at the very least disallowing it from damaging your landbase.

Premise Nine: Although there will clearly some day be far fewer humans than there are at present, there are many ways this reduction in population could occur (or be achieved, depending on the passivity or activity with which we choose to approach this transformation). Some of these ways would be characterized by extreme violence and privation: nuclear armageddon, for example, would reduce both population and consumption, yet do so horrifically; the same would be true for a continuation of overshoot, followed by crash. Other ways could be characterized by less violence. Given the current levels of violence by this culture against both humans and the natural world, however, it's not possible to speak of reductions in population and consumption that do not involve violence and privation, not because the reductions themselves would necessarily involve violence, but because violence and privation have become the default. Yet some ways of reducing population and consumption, while still violent, would consist of decreasing the current levels of violence required, and caused by, the (often forced) movement of resources from the poor to the rich, and would of course be marked by a reduction in current violence against the natural world. Personally and collectively we may be able to both reduce the amount and soften the character of violence that occurs during this ongoing and perhaps longterm shift. Or we may not. But this much is certain: if we do not approach it actively—if we do not talk about our predicament and what we are going to do about it—the violence will almost undoubtedly be far more severe, the privation more extreme.

Premise Ten: The culture as a whole and most of its members are insane. The culture is driven by a death urge, an urge to destroy life.

Premise Eleven: From the beginning, this culture—civilization—has been a culture of occupation.

Premise Twelve: There are no rich people in the world, and there are no poor people. There are just people. The rich may have lots of pieces of green paper that many pretend are worth something—or their presumed riches may be even more abstract: numbers on hard drives at banks—and the poor may not. These "rich" claim they own land, and the "poor" are often denied the right to make that same claim. A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of pieces of green paper. Those without the green papers generally buy into these delusions almost as quickly and completely as those with. These delusions carry with them extreme consequences in the real world.

Premise Thirteen: Those in power rule by force, and the sooner we break ourselves of illusions to the contrary, the sooner we can at least begin to make reasonable decisions about whether, when, and how we are going to resist.

Premise Fourteen: From birth on—and probably from conception, but I'm not sure how I'd make the case—we are individually and collectively enculturated to hate life, hate the natural world, hate the wild, hate wild animals, hate women, hate children, hate our bodies, hate and fear our emotions, hate ourselves. If we did not hate the world, we could not allow it to be destroyed before our eyes. If we did not hate ourselves, we could not allow our homes—and our bodies—to be poisoned.

Premise Fifteen: Love does not imply pacifism.

Premise Sixteen: The material world is primary. This does not mean that the spirit does not exist, nor that the material world is all there is. It means that spirit mixes with flesh. It means also that real world actions have real world consequences. It means we cannot rely on Jesus, Santa Claus, the Great Mother, or even the Easter Bunny to get us out of this mess. It means this mess really is a mess, and not just the movement of God's eyebrows. It means we have to face this mess ourselves. It means that for the time we are here on Earth—whether or not we end up somewhere else after we die, and whether we are condemned or privileged to live here—the Earth is the point. It is primary. It is our home. It is everything. It is silly to think or act or be as though this world is not real and primary. It is silly and pathetic to not live our lives as though our lives are real.

Premise Seventeen: It is a mistake (or more likely, denial) to base our decisions on whether actions arising from these will or won't frighten fence-sitters, or the mass of Americans.

Premise Eighteen: Our current sense of self is no more sustainable than our current use of energy or technology.

Premise Nineteen: The culture's problem lies above all in the belief that controlling and abusing the natural world is justifiable.

Premise Twenty: Within this culture, economics—not community well-being, not morals, not ethics, not justice, not life itself—drives social decisions.

Modification of Premise Twenty: Social decisions are determined primarily (and often exclusively) on the basis of whether these decisions will increase the monetary fortunes of the decision-makers and those they serve.

Re-modification of Premise Twenty: Social decisions are determined primarily (and often exclusively) on the basis of whether these decisions will increase the power of the decision-makers and those they serve.

Re-modification of Premise Twenty: Social decisions are founded primarily (and often exclusively) on the almost entirely unexamined belief that the decision-makers and those they serve are entitled to magnify their power and/or financial fortunes at the expense of those below.

Re-modification of Premise Twenty: If you dig to the heart of it—if there were any heart left—you would find that social decisions are determined primarily on the basis of how well these decisions serve the ends of controlling or destroying wild nature.

www.endgamethebook.org

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

What I ate today

Because James doesn't care, I hope there is somebody out there who might...

Today I ate:

I big bowl of porridge with raisins and apple (I ate this in two sittings, one at home on my blue couch and the other infront of my computer at work - and it was still warm)
Two sticks of celery - a bit limp, but fine when cut into sections
Three sandwiches (or butter hams in Dutch) one with Marmite and two with cheese, mustard, tomato and spinach
A brownie (kindly donated by Tamar to the cause)
3 grapes
1 naartjie
2 small pieces of chocolate
2 really big bowls of pasta, pickled onions, tomato, pesto and feta
1 man siyed portion of cookies and vla

Good feed (with apologies to Al)

Monday, November 03, 2008

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Basically Training

This past weekend I attended the Basic Action Training. It was in short, one of the most fun weekends ever!

The training started at 8pm on Friday night, and after having a scenic tour of North Amsterdam at night I eventually arrived at about 20:20. We started with an introduction and a slide show and short movie about some great Greenpeace actions. Check this out if you want to know what I'm talking about:



I couldn't tell you everything that went on, but it involved ropes boats and plenty action.

The Dutch warehouse is absolutely amazing with all sorts of equipment and loads of protective clothing. I learnt loads, and met some really amazing people. A professor of mine once told me that if I went into the type of work I'm in I would meet loads of nice people. It has proved correct a million times over, people who care about the future of the planet, people and life are amazing. The took us into what is often seen as a rather exclusive club and handed over the reigns completely. They were always there to help out, but where never patronising and never once tried to limit any of us. They merely said know your limits and admit when you are uncomfortable. Such a fantastically liberating approach to education. Most of what I learnt I learnt in reflection, and while I sometimes wish I had more information to do a "better" job, I think the lesson was all the more stronger having tried things and got them wrong.

Good times all round.

EDMing it

On Thursday of last week I was privileged to attend the Executive Directors Meeting of Greenpeace in Berg en Dal in the Netherlands.

I was taking minutes, something that I don't find particularly easy, but luckily I had a very interesting subject to be minuting! Hearing all the EDs introducing themselves in all their different languages brought it home to me how diverse Greenpeace is and how it really does span the globe. To be united with fellow humans behind such a great cause was really moving.

I then of course spent the rest of the meeting getting over myself and shamelessly introducing myself to as many EDs as I could get my hands on!

Sitting on the train home I felt tired, but happy to be where I was. I am so happy to be working for a cause that I really believe in and am more than happy to put so much of my energy into.

I'm going to go away and try and find something to complain about for the next post (well actually the next post is already, so it'll have to be the übernächste).

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Combat Monsanto

Monsanto, possibly the most evil corporation in my book (up there with Exxon-Mobil).

Combat Monsanto:

http://www.combat-monsanto.co.uk/

If you're keen for some direct action against them, give me a shout and we can organise something in SA in December... watch this space.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Positivity

We all know climate change is not good news, well, here is another climate change animation, but I really like the last credits and the positive message and the call to action. From wakeupfreakout.org.


Wake Up, Freak Out - then Get a Grip from Leo Murray on Vimeo.

Then as today has a had a bit of a positive fighting theme for me, here's a really cool song I found (song after the lyrics):

The Flobots - We Are Winning

[Spoken]
Rival gangsters sit down to plan an after-school program
A religious fanatic posts footage of an interfaith service project
A group of teenage boys watches a video of a father playing catch with his son
An adult film star paints thumbnail portraits of elderly couples, fully clothed and smiling
A record executive records a demo of his apology
A policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets
A patriot reports for duty
She's wearing an orange jumpsuit and holding a picket sign
She's ashamed of her birthplace
But retreat is not an option

Women and children
Frontline
Logon
Tune in
Stand and be counted
Wounded
Stationed
In the belly of the vulture
Watch your back
Theres no civilians
Women children
Frontline
Listen
Consider this a distant early warning
The fires imminent
Pollution gathering dust particles
Funneling through smokestacks
Airwaves
Bandwidth
Disinformation tube fed
Check the label
Delete the virus
Alert the masses

[spoken]
Butterfly wing crosswinds send black hawks toward hurricane survivors
Roses sprout from empty lots and sidewalk cracks
Pacifist guerrillas move undetected through concrete jungles
New forms are beginning to take shape
Once-occupied minds are activating
People are waking up
The insurgency is alive and well

Rise of the flobots
Portrait of the new american insurgent
Rattle and shake the foundation of the world order
Assembly line consent
Resist
Refuse
Inform
Create
Direct loved ones to the trenches
Suit up
Forge rubble into fortresses
Plaster
Cloth
Aluminum
Broken porcelain
Rusted platinum
Burn bloodstains from decompressed diamonds
Hammer the battlecry into braille-studded armor

[spoken]
We are building up a new world
Do not sit idly by
Do not remain neutral
Do not rely on this broadcast alone
We are only as strong as our signal
There is a war going on for your mind
If you are thinking you are winning
Resistance is victory
Defeat is impossible
Your weapons are already in hand
Reach within you and find the means by which to gain your freedom
Fight with tools
Your fate and that of everyone you know depends on it

New Shoes

On the weekend I finally bought new shoes. The reason I finally got round to buying shoes is that I my current shoes (the Nikes I blackspotted in this blog a while ago) have developed lots of holes in the bottom of them and are not ideal for winter weather (which has now firmly set in!).

When I got to Berlin I went to buy proper blackspot shoes. Blackspots are made by adbusters, are made of hemp and recycled rubber in a fair labour factory in Portugal and with the added bonus that when you buy a pair you get a say in what the organisation does with their profits. This last factor, that of looking at different ways of running a company, or how a company can be run for good is the thing that really interested me. While I was in Berlin I tried on the biggest pair of blackspots they had, but they were to small for me, so hence the Nikes...

Now that the Nikes have worn out, I'm glad to say the blackspots fit (and they now come in red). So I have a brand new pair of blackspots and am very happy with them.

I did think about getting leather shoes though as apparently hemp shoes don't last very long, but then of course there's the animal argument, but I think I might be convinced to buy them. At least now I get to support the kind of capitalism I'm into and wear cool red shoes!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Running in the Netherlands...

I ran a 16km race today, which was fantastic (despite staying up until 2 last night playing risk and drinking wine). About 50 000 other people were running, which was crazy.

It went really well, despite having a headache and feeling sore now! I ran with Dominique (a friend of James' from the Candy shop). There was a lot of support along the way. And also an amazing amount of paper and plastic cups used - crazy. They were giving away bottles of ACE drink at the end - better than the Coke you normally get at the end of a race in SA, but still very artificial.

I also got a medal, and thought briefly of starting a medal recycling business - in another life time perhaps!

It's amazing how people identify with a brand here - they really "live" the Nike/Asics/whatever dream. It's a bit scary, but I'm very glad I grew up when and where I did. In SA it definitely was the case that not everybody had the money for brands, so you wore whatever you had, or if you did, you had parents who had better ideas of what life should be about...

Okay, enough ranting!

I'm off to Dalfsen tomorrow for the Toxics planning meeting - should be exciting!

Cheers Mbeki

Thanks for the economic growth, jobless though it was. Looking forward to see what Mbete can do in about 4 months!

BUT seriously, let's talk about Manuel with you. He's done wonders for the big companies and the rich, but to keep him on now?

Bring on the populist Zuma...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Travelling

On the weekend I went to England to visit a friend. I got caught up in the madness following the fire in the channel tunnel - basically meant that a 8 hour trip amsterdam - Canterbury turned into a 10 hour trip (still not too bad). The bonus was that I got to take the ferry which was a first time for me. The coasts of France and England were fantastic, white cliffs of Dover and all. I won't say which were better as I might offend certain people.

Once I got to Canterbury I checked out the Youth Hostel and then went to pick up Elodie from the station. We dropped our stuff and then went to town for supper and drinks and dancing etc. Good fun!

On Saturday we saw Canterbury Cathederal, which was just awesome and had me all mixed up about my Christian roots. One thing that really struck me where the plaques on the walls all around the inside of the cathedral commemorating people who had died. Mostly men in defence of the Empire. Wouldn't it have been amazing if we had the ideas of using kindness to get people onto "our" side like we had during the Iraq war. Imagine going into these (then) far flung places and using our "advanced" knowledge to heal people we encountered and bring them similar benefits to their quality of life.

Anyway, I digress. We went to Herne Bay later to walk on the beach (and got distracted by chloe and some fine lads drinking beers) and took a bried nap in the sun. We walked the pier and then caught the bus back to Canterbury. We had supper, took in some live music and then got an earlier night with me feeling a cold coming on.

On Sunday we had a Boho breakfast and then caught the train back to London, where I hopped onto the now running (slowly) Eurostar and made my way back to Amsterdam.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

I fixed my other bike...

Only one more to go... Since James stole my brake lever I have had a dodgy left hand brake lever turned upside down and lacking some crucial silver bits. I am please to announce I have all the silver bits necessary now. I'm also quite keen to minimize the cycling to work in sandals phase - sandals and fixies don't always mix well...

As soon as I've fixed my mtb's front tire (it's flat) I will have three functioning bikes again. The coolness.

I'd also like to say that webcams are fantastic :-)

And one more thing. That Zapiro cartoon, now there is something to talk about. And I'm glad it's working!

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Fixing my bike

I got back from 6 days of meetings, usually from 8:30am until 10pm at the Greenpeace Agriculture campaign planning meeting yesterday. It was a fantastic experience although quite tiring! And the Agricuture team are awesome - we had a lot of fun in any available time.

I got back to discover that someone had let my tire down and kicked in my back wheel. So I did the sensible thing - locked up my bike and went off in search of a party on the tram. The party in question was my end of student loan party - finally paid it off! It started with three bottles of prosecco at the Greenpeace office and ended at 4 in the morning eating chips with some of the agriculture campaigners on Rembrandt Plein. Good times.

Saturday from 10 until about 2:30 was spent fixing my bike. At first I tried to find a second hand wheel, and after a number of failed attempts, I eventually decided to buy a new one. All the time I was riding back and forth between my dutch bike and the cycle shops on my fixie, carrying various spare parts. My bike was on the top of the big bicycle park overlooking Amsterdam, so at least I had a good view while fixing!

In the end I got it fixed and now it works fine, with a shortened chain and a shiny new rear wheel! And for all this work, I spent most of the weekend on my fixie, which is SO much fun!

A good weekend, to now be rounded off with an early night!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Suriname

... is in SOUTH AMERICA!!!! and has an "e" on the end of it.

About 5 minutes ago I had one of those lightbulb moments when your perception of the world completely changes. It's a really cool thing. The world is no where near as known as we thought.

I thought Suriname was in Asia, somewhere near Indonesia. The reason I know a lot about it is that there is a large Surinamese community in Amsterdam, and I thought I always knew where it was - boy how wrong!

I almost called these moments Standard Bank moments, because when I was young I always thought the Standard Bank logo was just a squiggle in a badge. One day I saw it was a flag, and from then I could never see the squiggle again. Life changing moments.

Monday, August 18, 2008

mud, and then some photos!

So Giona and Elaine took some photos of us, just so you can get an idea:

The start of the race and everybody looking quite casual, clearly not aware of what's coming...

That's Tom, me and Eoin after clearing the last ditch (clearly we weren't too worried about getting to the finish line in time!). More like watching the other sorry souls dragging them from the nearest ditch (gloating Tom?).

The end of the race and while Eoin and Tom are looking quite relaxed I'm still dealing with mud in the teeth. Nice.











To end it all of a bit of bumper cars after a hosing by the fire brigade and plus minus three bottles of shampoo and at least 2 showers each!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Dutch Mud

Yesterday was the Land over Zand 4km fun run through the best the Dutch country side has to offer. When I say through, I mean it literally!

Tom, someone I work with on the Toxics campaign, lives in Broek in Waterland, a small town to the North of Amsterdam. Every year the town has something of a feestje, with stalls, drinking, carnival type rides and a fun run. It was for the fun run that about 350 people and I where there. Tom had invited a few of us from work to take part and while 10 of us arrived, only 5 of us ran, Tom, Andrew, Eoin, Alexandra and Myself.

After a short ferry trip and a 45 minute cycle ride (back on my fixie -woohoo!) interrupted only by a stop for a glass of fresh organic milk fresh from the farm I arrived in Broek in Waterland. I was a bit nervous and tried to gain as much information from those who had run last year (Andrew, Eion and Tom). I eventually decided to run without a shirt or shoes (as apparently the shirt can only ever be used for the same event, and having a once a year shirt ain't my thing; and if you start with shoes on, you aren't guaranteed to finish with them on!) and with tissue shoved in my ears. Why all the prep? While the run is only 4kms, it includes jumping over when you can, but more often than not, into the ditches between the fields. These are filled with a mixture of black dutch soil, cow excrement and various other flotsam and jetsam. After the first one everyone was filthy (I was rather proud of my graceful jump, only getting covered in "mud" up to my chest on the front of me, until a fellow runner jumped in behind me and caused a wave of "mud" to cascade all over me). By the end of the race we were unrecognisable. After the 10th ditch, now covered in "mud" from head to toe I had the feeling I was in a horror movie with my breathing heavy in my own ears from the mixture of tissue paper and mud, and my vision impaired by the mud dripping out of my eyebrows.

Some of the less agreeable things:
  • The smell of ditch 7 and 12 (okay they were all pretty terrible, but these two were horrific)
  • The hard pebbly bits in ditches 14 and 16 (I would like to believe this was bits of wood and flotting rocks, but I would imagine it was more from the lack of roughage in some of the cows diets... in any case, I now know what my teeth feel like when I brush with the toothpaste with the beads in - ditch 14 and 16, now with active.....)
  • getting a couple of cuts in my feet and trying but not really succeeding to convince myself that my immune system would be strong enough to ward of the 101 things in the water that could probably cause infection that would make gangrene look like a scratch.
  • The fact that if you arrived at a ditch with no one in it it was bubbling.
Besides these however, the whole run (well, walk in our case) was great, with a dousing by the local fire dept. and their high pressure hoses afterwards - which got the worst off, however I think I will be surprised by what goes down the drain when I take a shower tonight, even though it is my 4th in 2 days!

Beers and a bit of bumper cars sorted most of the bad memories, and was an end to an excellent visit to Broek in Waterland, and some of the best laughs of the week.

I finished off the day at "Pluk de Nacht", an outdoor film festival. The main show (Flight of the Choncords) was definitely upstaged by the short movie that was shown before hand. Guess what? I found it on you tube! I'm nominating it for official movie of my blog, as I think it fits in well with the title. Enjoy:



Today I spent the day sorting out the recycling (which isn't foreplay, but is also very important) and doing washing. Also got a webcam connected to my computer (no worries, I didn't buy it - found in my flat).

Enviro tip: You can find the drivers for most hardware on the internet, normally from the producer, so don't throw away stuff just because it's not talking to your computer.

More info? skype me and I'll show you :-)

Friday, August 15, 2008

To GE or not to GE

A good question: if GE had no corporate contral, no bad environmental impacts and real benefits, more than exisiting and conventional methods, would it be a bad thing?

This sounds like a really loaded question but I ask it in all sincerity, should we persue a technology that is currently not performing at all in the hopes that at some time it may deliver un-thought of benefits.

I think it is in this last sentance lies the rub - GE is a solution looking for a problem, and at the moment it's doing a terrible job of it.

Monday, July 14, 2008

The march of Asia

Upon booking a hotel in Accra for a woman with the first name Kim, I received an e-mail asking when exactly Mr Kim would be arriving.

Could be my eurocentic viewpoint, but could also be that many Asian business men have been visiting Africa lately...

The conspiracy theories march on...

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Hope for anti-war!!!

The Raytheon 9 are nine people who walked into the Raytheon ("light from the gods") headquarters, and threw computer servers and files out of the window, disrupting Raytheon's business.

Raytheon is a company that produces missiles and other weapons that are used around the world, but particularly in the middle east.

On Wednesday all 9 were acquitted for their actions by a jury of their peers.

There is hope.

More on http://www.raytheon9.org/

Monday, April 07, 2008

So many things to write about, so little time!

Really the story of my life right now, but there are a million things I want to write about at the moment, but I may have to settle for posting little soundbites here and there. I am in Johannesburg for the IAASTD (International Assessment of Agriculture, Science and Technology for Development). At the moment I am busy working on the Greenpeace Toxics campaign's monthly and I stumbled over this:

Philips have opened a recycling plant for lightbulbs in Lesotho. Cunning huh? btw, Greenpeace was mentioned at least 4 times in their AGM - nice!

more to come...

Friday, February 15, 2008

Side-effects of terrorism

Do terrorists targeting airplanes and airports help combat climate change?

While governments and the airline industry seem to pay only lip service to combating climate change, every time there is a terrorist attack, attempted attack or even just a threat airports are shut down and AIRPLANES DO NOT FLY. The security checks that slow flying and make other more climate friendly options of transport more attractive, are largely due to the threat of terrorism.

Sounds like an inconvenient truth...

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Oi Oi!

Just a quick one on a very misty Amsterdam morning to say WELL DONE MR RUDD!! 'Bout bloody time. Great news for a Wednesday morning!

Sunday, January 27, 2008

ipodism

I like the whole idea of being able to take music wherever I go, but I think there is a dark side of ipods. In essence it is just another attempt by the people trying to sell us things to compartmentalise our lives and ourselves. If we have no connections to other people we are more insecure and look for things to fill those insecurities and things that fill our time.

In South Africa this captive market has been very easy to create due to our lack of public transport (at least what all the rich people see as a lack of public transport). We leave home and travel in a small metalic bubble to wherever we are going, and then quickly hurry into the office or shops trying to avoid eye contact with car guards and beggars on our way. The ipod is essentially just the car stereo for people without cars. In Europe where a lot of people (and rich people - at least rich enough to consume) travel by public transport, there was a chance almost daily to interact with other people. With everybody listening to ipods this is difficult. I feel as if I am intruding if I need to ask someone listening to and ipod for directions, and striking up a random conversation is impossible. I think this is why continental Europeans (and all of us really) like to complain. Complaining is a great way to strike up a conversation, particularly with someone you don't know. But that is another story.

ipods enable us to ignore those around us and pretend we didn't hear whatever it is that might make us vaguely uncomfortable. I recently lost my ipod (which wasn't actually an ipod, but in the hopes of diluting Mr. Jobs brand, I will refer to as an ipod). I don't think I'm going to replace it, and see if I have any opportunities to talk to people that I wouldn't normally.

We need to unplug more from all the noise we create in our lives. Hopefully we will be able to hear each other more and create connections that create meaningful lives. Who knows, we might even hear nature in the mix.

This is very badly put together, but I think it is very important. I'll try and think about it a bit and get something more succinct out.



Thanks to Nathalie for making me realise I wasn't completely crazy.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Good riddance.

The Dakar Rally was cancelled in 2008 by the race directors, citing political unrest and terrorist threats against the race. Good riddance I say.

In a world that is facing the threat of climate change, I can hardly see the sense in racing a truck through the desert. Well, not just trucks but cars, quads and motorcycles too. In a world of gps, airplanes and instant communication, do we really need to still prove that we can drive over the last little bits of wilderness left in the world in rather outmoded forms of transport? In the TV advert, showing various vehicles doing the best to destroy the desert and other competitors, the last shot is of someone saying sarcastically "oh yeah, lets do the Dakar". I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of the entries start like that, late night down the pub - admittedly at a rather high end pub - this is not the sport of the masses. In a rush to create heroes, I'm sure the competitors (which from the organisers website, it looks like are all male) would complain about the gruelling steering wheel turning and gear changing, and the advertisers would flock to this camel man adventure.

There must be a better way to compete. Not only to show off physical and mental ability of the competitors, but maybe to do something for the planet (hell, even for other people!). This isn't a call for more of the bleeding heart side show, yes I know they donate to SOS Sahel. Stop here for a moment, go to the organisations website, see the 14 white staff (out of a staff of... 15) and get into a discussion about European solutions for Africa. I am not talking about donating a percentage of the takings to a (very worthy, I'm sure) cause. I mean make it the central part of the competition.

Competition seems to have done so well at ripping apart the fabric of our planet, her ecosystems and our societies. In the end of the day though, competition is not inherently bad or good. Nor are we, and just as we can fail to set any positive goal for competition we can consciously decide to make competition a catalyst for change. With all the creativity we have, is there no one who could create a reality TV show for good, that would still manage to sell prime time TV commercials?

I'm sure there is, but in the mean time, I'm just overjoyed that all those litres of fuel aren't going to be burnt this year, getting people somewhere they don't really need to be and probably wouldn't want to be after the champagne stopped flowing. Now, who's got some good ideas for stopping F1?


Thanks to my dad for reminding me I have a blog...

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Amsterdam

Got the internet sorted - yay! It's not wireless because trying to get that sorted out was toooo much! So now for a bit about getting to Amsterdam and my first weeks here...

I left after a night of late night packing in Berlin. Torsten (my flat mate) helped me to the Station, which was really good because I would never have made it. I left with my big rucksack, small rucksack and bike with bike trailer. More stuff than I would've liked to have, but anyway. Torsten got a picture of it all (und Torsten ich wurde gerne die bilder noch haben!) so I'll post that when I get it. I eventually got on the right train, after chasing my rucksack around the hauptbahnhof (it got left in a lift - I was too slow at unloading), with all my stuff and the trip to A'dam was pretty uneventful. Once in Amsterdam I moved into my room and met my new flatmate (engineer on oil refineries, deer hunter, southerner...). My room is much smaller than my room in Berlin (and more expensive) but should do for now!

On the following Monday (the 19th) I started work. For the 1st day I was shown around and didn't do much work as my computer wasn't set up, but got to meet loads of people who's names I subsequently forgot. I work in a building with about 120 other Greenpeacers. Our offices are in a three story building on the outskirts of Amsterdam. We have the whole top floor (where I am) and half the second floor. We also have archives, a bike cellar and a cafeteria in the basement. The people at work are cool, as one would expect working at Greenpeace. Our campaigns (Toxics and GE) are both being scaled down next year as GP is focusing more and more on Climate Change, so for now there are 2 campaign assistants (myself and Hanna, who was CA before me), but come 2008 it'll just be me. I've also been asked to work 5 days a week instead of 4, an idea I'm warming to.

So now that the job has started I'm just slowly starting to get used to everything here. I've bought a new bike as I was advised not to use my mountain bike as it would probably get stolen. It's a classic Amsterdam bike - a gazelle. Apart from going to a Cat Empire concert last Thursday, I haven't been doing much social, but looks like things will be starting up from next weekend. Also going to go check out some ultimate frisbee on Mondays...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Less internet, less blogging...

As most of you know I still don't have internet access on my laptop, so I'm afraid the blogging is going to take a bit of a knock. Suffice to say that I am LOVING my new job, and amsterdam looks like it's going to be a great city! I've put a link to my map on the right...

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Life is so much better than good!

It's been a while and from now on I have no apologies for not sitting in front of a computer and blogging, life is happening!

I've just got back to Berlin's first snowfall from Prenzlau. Prenzlau is a small town (about 20 000 peeps and probably loads of cool animals, some rather aggressive...) near the Polish border, my digsmate (flatmate for our american friends) Torsten comes from Prenzlau and he took me back there for a day and night yesterday. It was awesome. On the car drive there I spoke a lot with his folks about life in the DDR times (Torsten took the train to take his bike). When we got there we went to visit Torsten's grandparents who were celebrating their 51st wedding anniversary. We helped Torsten's grandpa load some large strawbales onto a trailer and played a bit with Barny, the (very beautiful) dog. I WANT A DOG! I also played with a very aggressive Kaninchen (rabbit) and got properly scratched. Also saw the buck rabbit - frikkin huge! We ate kartoffel puffer mmmh. Then we went to visit some other relatives who were renovating an absolutely traumhaft (from a dream) old manor house. The Germans use of coloured glass bricks needs to be addressed though, but otherwise beautiful with strawberry fields and horses. We had a celebratory supper at a beer garden for Torsten's grandparents. It was great, but they did have horse on the menu, which seemed kinda strange to me, but I guess sometimes when I have these moments of clarity, having any animal on the menu seems totally barbaric, even if some of them scratch... My german is pretty much fluent now although my grammar leaves much to be desired. It was great to be able to participate in conversation and understand everything that was being said.

It's funny to hear some German people complaining about how unsightly wind turbines are, but in the same sentence how beautiful the scenery is (which is all fields for agriculture). I think both are a necessary evil if we want to live the high-tech power hungry lives we do and try and feed everybody (or produce sweetened highly processed food - most of the fields were for sugar beet which is made into sugar). We've gotten used to the fields which are essentially biodiversity deserts because they are essential for our way of life, I wonder if my children will have gotten used to wind turbines in the same way? I think it would be great if we could live a bit more in step with gaia. I guess if we don't she'll reject us anyway...

So I'm about to leave for work which will be the start of my last week in Berlin. It has been an amazing time. Berlin is now securely my second favourite city, edging out Istanbul. CT first of course. I'm really going to miss a lot about my time here, and probably most of all the amazing variety of people I've met and friends I've made. I'm sure I'll stay in touch with many of them (facebook has to have some use!) and can't wait to introduce some of them to Cape Town and South Africa.

I'm looking forward to Amsterdam, and getting going at Greenpeace, I think it's going to be a really good feeling to be putting my energy into something I really believe in! And of course there will be new friends to be made there, as well as deer hunting flatmates to deal with!

Life is beautiful!

Friday, October 05, 2007

Oslo-a-go-go

Back from Oslo, and it was an awesome time! Here's kind of how it went:

Thursday - got on the bus at 21:00 and left berlin. A couple of ferry rides, a stop in Kopenhagen and a 19 hour journey later I arrived in Oslo at 16:20 on friday.

Friday - got off the bus and as per em's sms went to find the tourist info. Found out about Cabins in the area and was boffed by Em. Happy meeting! Then followed her outside to find Al "hovering" in the rental car. Finally got to off-load my backpack (holding 17 bottles of beer to escape murderous Norwegian alcohol prices) and we set off in search of our cabin about 30min outside Oslo. On the way we stopped off at a supermarket to get some supplies, and the first bought of (much) hilarity started when we had to ask the 7/11 man where a proper supermarket was (after getting lost in the industrial area). We got the supplies after much discussions over the type of bread that was right for us and very little discussion over a small fillet of reindeer that would have cost R490. We proceeded on to the site of our cabins, found it and picked a good one and then went to the Hotel to pick up the key, where we found we could also use the hotels facilities including pool - nice.

We made our way over to the cabin, unloaded and had a couple of beers. Em gave me the marmite and a couple of other presents from people back home. We then cooked supper and ate. After that we got an early night.

Saturday - We got up late to find ourselves in an awesome area with mountains behind us and fjords in front. Norway is a beautiful country (and had some similarities to South Africa I thought). We went for a walk up the mountain (hill maybe) behind us to kings view and where warned about the slipperyness, which I laughed at, only to find out all about on our way down. We got to the top in the rain, walking through forests with moss on the ground . spectacular. The view wasn't the best with the rain, but Al "the scot" Simpson, Glen "the German" Tyler, and Emily "the Saffer" Tyler made the most of it. We walked/slid down again to the hotel where we took full advantage of the swimming pool, jaccuzi and sauna as well as the beers on call (as one does). After warming up and drying off, we bought some more supplies at the Joker and headed back to the cabin for an afternoon of beer drinking, reading and hearts playing. Supper was a stir fry of sorts followed by hot chocolate and bed.

Sunday - we got up and had a nice cooked breakfast with a killer omlete and then packed up the cabin and cleaned it. After dropping off the keys we headed off to Oslo to our (well Em's with me and Al freebootin') Hotel. Very fancy and a breakfast buffet to get stuffed for. We settled in (checked out the facilities, planned the next day's sightseeing, drunk beer and made sure we knew where all the important tv channels were. We finished off the sandwiches and snacks from the weekend, watched hitch and then went to bed.

Monday - We got up at 7 and proceeded to the buffet that would be the scene of some of the biggest breakfasts eaten over the next couple of days. Rolling out an hour later we made our way to our car and headed off to town, picking up a Taiwanese woman on the way who joined us for the first part of the day. We got to the Statue Park early which was amazing with lots of larger than life statues (unfortunately none with a toe as big as emily's head) which we proceeded to impersonate, looking as much like tourists as we could, and probably having something to do with our Taiwanese guests running like mad from us as soon as we had got her to town on the pretence of finding lunch. After the park we checked out two museums, a Norwegian Volksmuseum, with some great houses and things that the locals used to live in, as well as some very poor reasons for why the alcohol is so expensive. We also took in a Stave Church, which was very impressive, or at least it was before Emily tried to break the door down to get inside. The next Museum was a viking museum with three viking boats. Very good as there was not too much to take in and all was explained quite well (unlike the last museum). We then took the car back and went off to explore the town centre. However we didn't get very far before Em realised she had left her wallet in the car, something that would become a recuring theme with em and al for the next couple of days. Our first stop was a Mövenpick ice cream shop where we ate rather large, delicious soft serves, and saw the brute force of the Norwegian police (they hunt in pairs, one native one immigrant) and a very suspicious looking woman in an orange top abducting innocent women from the pavement. With our tourist mode being rather played out (well mine at least) and me professing that I prefer to get lost and then find my way back we proceeded to wander around Oslo looking for a castle, which we found, speculated about the guards and lazed in the sun on top of the wall. To our credit, we did try and go into a museum about the Norwegian resistance to the Nazi's, but it was closed. After the castle we walked through town to a Scottish pub for a pint and did some fantastic people watching. We then walked to our restuarant of choice for a slap up meal as it was the last evening before Em started her conference. After baulking at the prices (something that took place before buying anything in Norway, regardless of how long we were there) we thankfully didn't decide just to get a pizza (we were all quite tired) but stayed and ate supper there, drinking a fantastic French white wine, eating superb food and being waited on by one of the best waiters I have ever been waited on by. After supper we made our way back to the hotel via train for a little while.


Tuesday - Emily's conference started, so she was up early. Al and I took a more leisurely pace, and made it to breakfast at 9:15. I put in my most impressive performance on the buffet table, managing 5 courses - Ian would have been proud. After breakfast Al and I headed up the Olympic ski jump for a really good panoramic view of oslo, as well as a look at the ski museum. We then took a ride on a ski simulator, which I think is obligatory for tourists. After managing to hold on to our breakfasts we went for a walk in the woods which was really great. Once we got to a good vantage point we stopped (still in the sun - the weather was amazing) and cracked a couple of beers. After the beers we walked back and started what was a very long and perilous decision making process for supper. We decided pizza was out as two medium pizzas and the short train journey to get there would have cost in the region of R400. We checked out a restaurant near the hotel, before going back to the hotel. We went to the fancy hotel restaurant and asked to see the menu, seeing the price of a main being about R290 Al asked if they had reindeer. When they said no, I told Al that the other hotel restaurant did, complete a cunning get away without looking cheap. Little did we know we wouldn't be laughing too long! We got to the other restaurant which was in the same place as the breakfast buffet. Judging by the breakfast quality, we didn't think we could go too wrong. Oh how wrong we were. Not thinking it suspicious that we were the only people in the restaurant (maybe the rest are just eating later...) we ordered a beer and the first of a series of terrible mistakes. The meals all came on very small plates and were literally what the said. If you ordered a reindeer patty, you literally got one reindeer patty in gravy with no veg. The service wasn't much better, with the waitress brining Al something wrapped in tinfoil and saying "I hope it's fish". Somehow we ploughed through four of these entrées each before realising that things just weren't going to get better. The food made airplane food look like haute cuisine. It was ugly. Anyway, we had another drink with Em who was back from her conference dinner and then retired to our room, vowing that we would be back to visit our retribution on the breakfast buffet.


Wednesday - Our day of leaving, and I said my goodbyes to Em as she left for her conference. Al and I went to breakfast, came back and packed. Em popped in again for a final goodbye and then Al walked me to the station to catch a train to the bus station. I spent my last kroner on padkos for the bus and then boarded for a trip through the stunning Norwegian country side and the 16hr (minus the 3hr wait in Copenhagen) trip to Berlin.

It was an amazing holiday, with things seeming to all go right for us. The best part of it for me was getting to spend time with Em and Al. Lots of good laughs.

I'm now back in Berlin and have my first shift in a couple of hours.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

On bicycle bells and winning the world cup

If we are serious about winning the world cup, and it appears so, I have a fool proof plan. Replace our 2nd centre (sorry, don't know who this is) with a middle aged german woman with a small dog, and give percy a bicycle bell to ring.

I promise the resulting sidestep will be deadly...

Bananas

In a plea agreement with the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ), on March 14 Chiquita Brands International agreed to pay a $25 million fine after admitting it paid terrorists for protection in a dangerous region of Colombia. The payments, made between 1997 and 2004, continued despite the company's knowledge that they were illegal. The company was allowed to continue profitable production during the investigation. The U.S. government's action is inconsistent with standards and procedure used against charities, which have had their assets seized and frozen while investigations are pending. Six U.S. charities have been shut down on the basis of much less evidence than the direct payments to which Chiquita admitted. The Chiquita fine is unlikely to affect its operations, as the company has annual revenues of approximately $4.5 billion.

Isn't the world banana's?

Friday, August 31, 2007

Pics

Oh, and while I fell behind on the blogging, I carried on taking pictures, most of which are up on my photo site (see link on the right), so take a look if you get a chance.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Hit and Run Kino

Last Wednesday me and Sylvia (a fellow tour guide) went to hit and run kino (cinema). It was super cool. We met at Janowitzbrücke Sbahn station with about 60 other people, walked about 10 minutes to an abandoned factory and "broke in" (climbed in through a window). There were too cinemas set up, literally sheets hanging from the ceiling, plastic chairs, speakers and a video projector. Everyone got a beer or wine and a cup of peanuts, and we settled down to watch Warriors (old school movie about gangs in New York), surrounded by graffiti and rubble. Nice.

Was a cool experience, and there are some photos up on my photo album.

Friday, June 01, 2007

G8

Tomorrow (morning at 3am) we leave to go and protest against the policies of the G8. In the run up to the conference the German government has, amongst other things:

  • taken away accreditation from critical journalists,
  • begun controlling european citizens crossing the border into germany, in contradiction of the schengen convention. people have been turned away at the border,
  • built a 12km long steel wall around the hotel where the conference will be held,
  • given police the power to ban identified people from being in a specific radius from a specific place without any judicial proceedings,
  • held raids on ngo's and private homes in berlin without any specific reason other than the people involved in the raids may have fallen under article 129a (new terrorism laws recently enacted in germany). computers, seminar lists (from professors) and other information was confiscated,
  • enacted a new law banning any demonstration from taking place within 6kms of the security fence,
  • built a temporary prison for 14 000 people at Heiligendamm,
  • declared a "security area of 50km around Heiligendamm.
I'm going to Heiligendamm not only to protest against the policies of the G8. There is a choice between living in a world with these measures, and with this level of state violence, and a better world, were people feel empowered, and feel they have the opportunity to make their voices and opinions heard. I'm going to Heiligendamm to exercise my right to protest peacefully.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Time is of the essence!

The new job is going great guns, so it's full steam ahead. Leading my second tour tomorrow. German course is great except my grammar is REALLY letting me down - now is when I wish I had paid attention in school!

I've posted some new photos - some taken by me for a change! Check them out (follow the link to Glen's Photo Album on the right)

Love and respect,

Glen

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

New job!

So yes, I've got a new job, hooray! Working at Fat Tire (yes, american) Bike Tours www.fattirebiketoursberlin.com. Not working for them essentially, they're starting up a non-profit company called Mosaic Tours to run a tour to the Saxenhausen Memorial (Concentration camp used by Nazis and USSR). I'm helping to research and script the tour and will then be one of the 3 or 4 guides running the tour. I'll also be working in the two shops, one at the TV tower at Alexander Platz and the other at the Zoo.

So all good really.