22 August 2011

That's All She Wrote


The origin of the phrase "That's all she wrote" has never been agreed upon. The most popular theory is that it originated during WWII when overseas servicemen would receive a brief letter from a girlfriend telling him their romance was over. When questioned, the soldier's response would be "That's all she wrote."

THANK YOU.

SINCERELY.

For reading.

It's been a heleboel of fun.

Wish me luck with my new hobby/potential small business (inspired by the following video).




I hope you will check back one of these days, but for now . . . that's all she wrote.

21 August 2011

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20 August 2011

The kindness of strangers


Yes, it rains a lot in Belgium, but a rainstorm is very rare. For example, the last tornado to hit Belgium was in 1967. High winds, thunder and lightning happen about once or twice a year. This past Thursday was one of those and sadly ended in tragedy.

The music festival called Pukkelpop is on the outskirts of the town where we live - Hasselt. It's an annual event in its 26th year. It's held outdoors and attracts over 150,000 young people each year - about 60,000 0n each day of the concert. Tickets cost about 200 euro so it's also quite an investment. Many work a summer job just to attend.



Well, this unusual storm that blew through Belgium turned to tragedy when the stage toppled, trees felled and the rains came. Originally the number of young Belgians who lost their lives was five, but that has now been raised to six. Dozens more were injured - some severely.



I've read several articles in local newspapers and even some from the States since this followed a similar tragedy in Indiana. However, the article below made me realize again that parents are always parents and even if you can't do much - do something.


* * *

Kindness of motherly stranger soothes Belgian storm anguish

Lieve Baert said what she did was "nothing," that everyone in the street did the same -- but for thousands of Belgian, Dutch and French music fans caught up in a deadly storm, the kindness of a motherly stranger made all the difference.

Time and again on Friday, as a refugee-like exodus of grubby teenagers weighed down with fold-up tents and back-packs streamed away from the cancelled Pukkelpop festival site on the outskirts of northern Flemish Hasselt, the same story kept coming up.

"That house, the big white one," said 17-year-old Yana Verbustel, cross-legged on a mud-free pavement outside the main festival entrance. "There were dozens of us -- and it was the same right along the street.

"They were calling us in out of the rain in the middle of the night," she told AFP.

The back garden was a sight: an immaculately furnished terrace, with a mid-sized oak crashed into the table and chairs, uprooted by the brutal evening storm that killed five Belgians, and left three more -- including two Dutch citizens -- in critical condition.

Lieve saw it as the least she could do, as she watched helplessly.

"I saw them out in the road, shouting angrily at their mobile phones because they weren't working," she told AFP.

"I told them 'come in, phone your mothers and your fathers on the landline, they must be worried sick'," she said.

A phone call turned into a hot drink and something to eat. "I looked at them and said 'come on, get into the shower, you will feel better'."

For most of the past decade, her own son and daughter would have been in the crowd eagerly awaiting the Foo Fighters.

"I felt so relieved, so fortunate -- and so guilty," Lieve said, explaining that on this occasion, her children were in Leuven, near Brussels, readying for another year of university study.

"Usually we put a marquee up in the garden for their friends and I buy in drinks for a party."

"I was actually quite glad to have the company of these youngsters instead," she admitted.

The houses are big, of very Dutch-looking architecture. Early afternoon on Friday, there were still hundreds of kids whose parents were driving in from further afield sat on deck chairs in these front lawns.

"My Dad's coming to get me after work," said 17-year-old Sophie Vercammen.

A little down the road, a car pulls up, and an oversized fiftysomething gets out to greet his two teenage sons.

The reunion only made the heart heavier for mature crew working the site.

"To think you wave your daughter or son off, so full of excitement...," said volunteer Christel De Vries, whose job on Thursday night, when the storm hit, was to pick up plastic beer glasses from a field hosting 65,000 youths.

"Five dead and eight more seriously hurt -- it's just awful, but we have to try and remain grateful that it wasn't more."

"One tree could have felled scores of them."

"I will never forget this night," she sighed.


19 August 2011

Today is . . .


. . . our favorite son-in-law's birthday. It's hard to believe he's been legally family for about 6 years and considered family for over a decade.


He's not only adventurous,


he's also quite agreeable
(which we probably make challenging from time to time :)


and he takes good care of two of the most important people in the world.

Josh, we'll toast your big day with a Westmalle Dubbel or a Leffe Bruin - or both - and wish you were here. Proost!


Have a good one and many, many more!

18 August 2011

Regenbogen


Rainbows.

How rare is a rainbow? Well, it depends on where you live and the atmospheric conditions, but prior to moving to Belgium, I suppose I'd seen about 5 rainbows in my life. It was always quite an event. Not like the "double rainbow guy" event, but still an event.

Since moving to Belgium, I've seen at least 5 and that's a conservative estimate. Of course, it does rain a lot here :) It's still quite an event to me.

I decided to start taking pictures when one appears at our house and in just the last ~3 months, there have been 3.


May 26


August 8

These next pictures are of a rainbow on
June 23


It was the best one so far.


Perhaps you can tell in this picture that there is a double rainbow. Unfortunately the photo never captures what it actually looked like out our window.

Did you know that the second rainbow is a mirror image of the first? Going from ROYGBIV to VIBGYOR?


Oh, and in case you've not heard of the "double rainbow guy" - here he is.




If you've got 3:30 to spare you may find this funny or even disturbing or just plain weird . . . OMG! What does it mean?!

Uh, it means that a double reflection of sunlight inside the raindrops appear at an angle of 50-53 degrees resulting in a secondary rainbow. That's about it, but I must admit, it's still amazing just the same.

17 August 2011

La Roche-en-Ardenne




The Ardennes is a region of dense forests, rolling hills, mountains, and swift rivers - primarily in southern Belgium.


You can see on this map of Belgium that the Ardennes region includes the town of Bastogne . . .


most noted for the WWII Battle of the Bulge.


The whole region is really beautiful and sparsely populated. Most little towns have less than 10,000 people.


Like this one. La Roche-en-Ardenne. Population 4,300. We recently spent a Sunday afternoon there.


It has a lively downtown area with numerous restaurants, bakeries, and shops. Most everything was open on Sunday.


It even has the remnants of a medieval castle built in the 9th century overlooking the town.


La Roche-en-Ardenne is a popular vacationing spot for Belgians who enjoy the outdoors. Mostly kayaking on the River Ourthe.


It was really quaint and almost like a step back in time. There were several lodges like this one high on the hill overlooking the town. They all looked like they were built soon after the war.

It almost made me want to reserve a room and rent a kayak :)

* * *

And changing the subject entirely . . . I'd like to wish my in-laws a happy anniversary. If memory serves me this year marks 54 years of marital bliss. Seriously, Jim's parents are the definition of a truly devoted and loving couple. Happy Anniversary!

16 August 2011

Maple Leaf


I've read Canadians aren't big flag wavers and don't become too patriotic unless they're attending a hockey game or traveling abroad.

Some even go against the norm and sew a Canadian flag onto their knapsack or other item of clothing before crossing the pond. And from what I've read, the main reason for that is so they won't be mistaken for an American.



That's right. Speaking English can get you mistaken for being American and "from what I've read", Canadians will go to great lengths to avoid that.

Here's the interesting thing. Canadians enjoy such a good reputation in Europe and Asia that Americans have begun sewing Canadian flags on their backpacks!


Something to consider. But when the Canadian-flag-backpack-totin' American refers to their knapsack as a backpack and asks for the bathroom rather than the washroom, it's a dead giveaway that this is no Canuck.

At least that's what I've read, eh.

15 August 2011

Tweedehands Fiets


We received two letters in the mail last week.

The first was from our insurance company here in Belgie about the claim we made on our gestolen fiets (stolen bikes) It stated something like 'because the bikes were outside as opposed to inside, they will not pay'. Didn't matter that they were locked to each other and locked to a bike rack and were stolen. Plus, Ross lives on the 3rd floor - not real practical for toting a bike or two up and down three flights of stairs each day.

This is so foreign to me (pun intended) because up until now I would never have thought to keep our bikes inside. And depending on the state - I'll use Texas for this example - theft of more than $500 but less than $1500 (our bikes qualify for this) is a Class A misdemeanor and the penalty is 1) not more than 1 year in the county jail and/or 2) not more than a fine of $4000.

We are a bit surprised with all the bike-riding encouragement, there isn't a little more interest in some type of deterrent for those who steal them. Not so. Remember, the Leuven police basically told Ross when he filed his theft report - "If you see them, let us know."


It does seem they've figured out somewhat of a system for dealing with "found" previously gestolen fiets (stolen bikes) because the second letter we received this week was addressed to Ross and was from the Leuven Politie. They found our bikes?!



Actually no, they didn't find our bikes, but they did invite us to a sale of tweedehands fiets (secondhand bikes) on a Sunday morning in August from 10 - Noon. It's basically bikes that have been left behind at the bus station or gestolen and now found.


We'll be there.

If for no other reasons than 1) to attempt to buy our bikes back should they be there or 2) watch someone else walk away with their new purchase of our bikes.


Oh the irony that this brochure was enclosed in the letter from the police. A business has spun off as a result of so many gestolen fiets - just rent the next one from Velo.


What'll it cost? Six months for 34 euro is quite the bargain since our last ones "rented" at 6 months for ~ 250 euro. Each.

14 August 2011

Perspective on the Hype


Ames, Iowa. Population ~60,000 of which 87% are white; ~50% of households earn less than $35,000 per year; home to Iowa State University with ~30,000 students.

The Iowa Straw Poll.

I had to look this up because I really wasn't sure exactly what it was, but with all the hype, I figured it was important. I'm still not exactly convinced.
Ames Straw Poll, commonly called the Iowa Straw Poll, is a presidential straw poll taken by Iowa republicans in years of an election when there is not a Republican President running for re-election. So - not for every election, but for the one coming up.

Here are the actual results of Presidential elections since the Iowa Straw Poll was first held in 1979.

1980 election
Winner of Iowa Straw Poll: George H. W. Bush
Winner of Presidential Election: Ronald Reagan

1987 election
Winner of Iowa Straw Poll: Pat Robertson
Winner of Presidential Election: George H. W. Bush

1995 election
Winner of Iowa Straw Poll: Bob Dole/Phill Gramm tie
Winner of Presidential Election: Bill Clinton

1999 election
Winner of Iowa Straw Poll: George W. Bush
Winner of Presidential Election: George W. Bush

2007 election
Winner of Iowa Straw Poll: Mitt Romney
Winner of Presidential Election: Barack Obama

2012 election
Winner of Iowa Straw Poll: Michelle Bachmann
Winner of Presidential Election: TBD

For me, these actual results put some perspective on the hype.

13 August 2011

C'est la vie!


Sometimes I ponder. In a bout of pondering, I thought of a phrase I plan to officially coin - if there is such a thing.

More on that later.

So in a recent pondering bout, I pondered how it seems we have a need to justify not only the good things in life, but the not-so-good as well.

We may call it . . .

Fate. Divine intervention. Destiny. The stars aligned. God's will. Kismet. Sh*t happens. Meant to be. C'est la vie!

Do you ever wonder if you're right where you're supposed to be right now?

I can think of some pretty sweet times in my life, very few painful, and zero impossible. We've always felt like we were indeed right where we were supposed to be. No regrets.

When we moved away from our parents for the first time I was 35 years old. We didn't move too far away so they could visit often and we were buying our very first new house. It was great, but it was still difficult for me . . . and my mother!

Nine months later she died. Was that difficult good-bye some kind of preparation for the eventual end? Some might see it that way.

When we moved to Jefferson we moved away from Ross, but were moving closer to Randi and Josh. Bittersweet at the time and who could have predicted we'd end up thousands of miles and an ocean away about the time Frazier came along. Difficult at best, but was that close proximity some kind of preparation for an eventual long separation? Some might see it that way.

Fortunately we figure out a way to celebrate or cope, justify the happy or sad, and life goes on.

But I have to ask myself . . .

Does everything happen for a reason or do we reason everything that happens?

For the record, I'm officially coining that phrase. Now.

"Does everything happen for a reason or do we reason everything that happens?" Karen Frazier

Something to ponder. C'est la vie!

12 August 2011

And the moral of the story is . . .


Aesop.

It may surprise you to learn that Aesop, the famed fabler, was Belgian and died the year I was born.

Jus' kiddin'.

He was actually Greek and lived from 620-564 (yeah, before Jesus). And unlike Jesus and Cher, he had a first and a last name. It may surprise you to learn that his first name was Bubba.

Jus' kiddin'.

He was more like Jesus and Cher and one name was enough.

Despite even his questionable existence (Aesop), he's credited with having written hundreds of fables.

These are not them . . .


* * *


A young man working in a supermarket was approached by a customer who wanted to buy half a head of cabbage. "Sir, we can't sell half a head of cabbage," he explained. The customer persisted and the young man agreed to check with the store manager.

He found the manager and said "Sir, there's an idiot who wants to buy half a head of cabbage." Just as he finished his statement he saw that the customer had followed him. Immediately, he turned and said "And this gentleman wants to buy the other half."

Later, the manager said to the young man, "That was quick thinking. We need bright young men like you."

A month later the young man was summoned by the manager. "I said we need bright young men like you and I'd like to recommend you for an assistant manager's job in our new store in Montreal."

"Montreal!" the young man exclaimed. "Why, nothing comes from there except prostitutes and hockey players!"

The manager said, "Listen, young man, my wife comes from there!"

Without missing a beat, the young man replied, "No kidding! What position does she play?"

Moral of the story: Never speak more clearly than you think.


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First year med students were attending their first anatomy class. They all gathered round the surgery table with a real dead dog. The professor started class by telling two important qualities of a doctor.

The first is NEVER BE DISGUSTED BY ANYTHING ABOUT THE BODY. He then inserted his finger in the dog's mouth and tasted his finger. He instructed the students to do the same. They hesitated for several minutes, but eventually everyone inserted their fingers in the dog's mouth and tasted it.

When everyone finished, the professor said . . . the second most important quality is OBSERVATION. I inserted my middle finger, but tasted my index finger. Now learn to pay attention.

Moral of the story: Life is tough, but it's tougher when you are not paying attention.


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A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. The cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of this story:
(1) Not everyone who sh*ts on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of sh*t is your friend.
(3) When you're in deep sh*t, it's best to keep your mouth shut!


* * *


An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"

The eagle answered, "Sure, why not." So the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.

All of a sudden a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.


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A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."

"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull "They're packed with nutrients."

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally, after a fourth night, the turkey proudly perched at the top of the tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of this story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.


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Prettig weekend!

11 August 2011

De Warme Bakker


We heard about this place in our neighborhood that's only open on Sunday mornings.

Good guess. No, it's not a church.

So this past Sunday morning we walked over there.


This is it. Doesn't look like much more than a garage. The closer we got - we could smell it.


There was quite a queue of people waiting.


For this.

Strictly by word-of-mouth as they don't advertise nor is there a sign - anywhere.

We've heard it's the only "warme bakker" in Hasselt.

To be designated a warme bakker, the bakkerij (bakery) must make their own dough as well as bake it. Most bakeries have their dough delivered and then bake it.


Another Belgian bargain at €1.80.

We were too late for the French bread. Next Sunday!

10 August 2011

Reasonable Doubt


I worked in a hospital for 8 years and 7 of those were spent verifying credentials for physicians. It included things like ensuring they actually went to medical school, completed a residency, were licensed, and had insurance - plus finding out if they ever had to use it (the insurance :)

Also important was verifying every move they'd made from Day One, from hospital to hospital, to be sure they didn't or wouldn't fall short of the basics needed to provide quality care. Lastly, once they were on the staff, it was important to make sure they kept being a good doctor through constant monitoring of outcomes, procedures, etc. I won't bore you with the details, but the hospital is nothing short of a mini law enforcement agency. The doctor police.

You might be surprised at how good the medical community is at policing itself. If there's a problem or even a potential problem, they are all over it and will take whatever steps are necessary to ensure patients receive the best care possible. It's true. I've said before, if you think all doctors are in it for the money or the prestige or the power, you are just wrong.

Certainly and unfortunately mistakes are made from time to time, but you would be amazed at the steps taken to avoid them - be it the hospital itself or every staff member who works there. Rest assured if you find yourself in an accredited hospital there are a lot of people doing their best to ensure you get better and go home.

I was relieved to learn that Belgium has a similar system of checks and balances. Not all European countries do.

So what has all this got to do with reasonable doubt?

Last week, I couldn't help but click on a BBC news article that read something like "Atheist Preacher . . ."

Okay, that's different. I'm curious.

It went to an article about a Protestant church in Gorichem, Netherlands. That's about an hour and a half from our house.

Since I like to know if someone who's out there delivering any kind of message or service is credible, I decided to find out just who this preacher is. I think it's important for doctors, teachers and preachers to have completed the appropriate training in their specialty before they go out and work on the rest of us.

So, in that light, I learned that Klaas Hendrikse (the Dutch church preacher) grew up in the Netherlands, attended Nyenrode, then attended the University of Michigan, worked for Xerox for 10 years, got interested in religion and then studied theology for 6 years at University of Utrecht where he graduated and became a preacher.

Not to bore you too much, but there are 3 influential college ranking organizations and each uses a different criteria in ranking:

(1) The Academic Ranking of World Universities (ARWU) commonly known as the Shanghai ranking
(2) The QS World University Rankings
(3) The Times Higher Education World University Rankings

Naturally, I went a step further to find out just how the University of Utrecht stacks up against the big guys . . . and others you and I are familiar with.
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(1) Shanghai Ranking

#1 Harvard
#2 Univ. of Calif. Berkley
#3 Stanford
#50 UTRECHT
#95 Texas A&M
LSU - did not make the list
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(2) QS Ranking

#1 Cambridge
#2 Harvard
#3 Yale
#83 UTRECHT
#198 Texas A&M
#501 LSU
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(3) Times Ranking

#1 Harvard
#2 Calif.. Inst. of Tech.
#3 Mass. Inst. of Tech.
#143 UTRECHT
Texas A&M - did not make the list
LSU - did not make the list
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Okay, I'm impressed. So enough of that . . . with this info, I decided Mr. Hendrikse has some credibility. In 2010, there was quite a stir within the church hierarchy, but when the open-minded decided and the dust settled Mr. Hendrikse remained in the pulpit as he has been for nearly 30 years.

For a doubting Thomas, is this the new black?

This is the BBC article

09 August 2011

Help yourself to the bloemen



This past weekend we were driving in the country outside Hasselt and came upon this.


A field of flowers for the taking.


Sunflowers, gladiolas and dahlias.


And talk about a Belgian bargain!


Even counting every unopened bud, we could only get up to €4.80.


I think I will go back next week for some of these.