Drager van de Dom

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Wordt ook Drager van de Dom!! De Domkerk in Utrecht moet gerestaureerd worden en zoekt via crowdfunding de laatste 100.000 euro van 1.6 miljoen euro totaal. Het is een prachtige kerk waar je voor verschillende doeleinden kunt komen en zo ongeveer de hele week naar binnen kunt. Zelf bezoek ik vaak de vespers en ook af en toe een gewone dienst. Aarzel niet en klik hier en doe ook mee met de crowdfunding

Recently I became one of the so called bearers (drager) of the Domchurch in Utrecht. It is a beautiful medieval church I often visit to go to vespers or regular services. The church needs renovation and started a crowdfunding to find the last 100.000 euro’s from a grand total of ca 1.600.000euro’s. click here for crowdfunding site

Wordt ook Drager van de Dom!! De Domkerk in Utrecht. en oja, als je wilt kun je ook nog cadeautje uitzoeken als je geeft 😉

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I am bearer of the dom

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World war II, the beginning, a poem

original text from Derek Jan Otten, in Dutch is beneath.

In the name of anyone who was killed, or was left alone
When infernal whistling ink spots made history on a blank city
Nobody was found death that day, because nobody was looking
One lived only in a city/fortress blown into waste, which till then was bravely fighting

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Hands raised up to heaven, without heart no reanimation,
But if the city died that day, she proved the existence of reincarnation
Those who went from hands to heaven to hands on the plow
Who went from horror to emerge, from mourning to building
In name of anyone who decided to help, then
In the name of anyone who decided to do the apparently impossible things
Eyewitnesses disappear quietly, but here the story keeps on building
Look, the battered harbour-city reborn
They preceded, we push through
Stories and history will never disappear,
In name of steady work, straightened backs,
Not a bed of roses but building bridges
Through the eye of the needle and a hole in time
Weaker because of then, stronger through struggle,
That abstract look and romanticized rawness just are the heritage
Black and white images of your city of birth learn about a city in shards

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Our screams in cranes, our pain created houses and office buildings as pillars breaking through the sky
Form abominably to phenomenal, a huge city where time keeps ticking
In the name of heavy charges, infeasible ideals and unbridled dreams
In the name of the people of Rotterdam, who were, are and will be
In the name of north and east, from south directly to west,
In the name of not special, but different from others,
In the name of May 14th 1940, and more what came after that
In the name of former times we live in the future, Rotterdam

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In naam van een ieder die het leven liet, of alleen achter is gebleven
toen hels fluitende inktvlekken op een onbeschreven stad geschiedenis schreven
Niemand vond de dood die dag, want er werd niet naar gezocht
men leefde slechts in een tot resten geblazen veste die tot dan toe dapper vocht
handen naar de hemel geheven, zonder hart geen reanimatie
maar als de stad die dag overleed vormde zij het bewijs van reïncarnatie
zij die van handen naar de hemel naar klauwen uit de mouwen gingen
die van afgrijzen naar oprijzen en van rouwen naar bouwen gingen
in naam van iedereen die besloot te helpen toen
in naam van iedereen die het ogenschijnlijk onmogelijke gewoon besloot te doen
ooggetuigen verdwijnen stilletjes, maar het verhaal blijft hier in aanbouw
aanschouw, de gehavende havenstad herboren
zij gingen voor, wij zetten door
voor later gaan de verhalen nooit verloren
In naam van noeste arbeid, rechte ruggen
Van niet over rozen maar over bruggen
Door het oog van de naald en een gat in de tijd
Zwakker door toen, sterker door strijd
Die abstracte aanblik en geromantiseerde rauwheid hierzo vormen slechts de erfenis
Zwartwit beelden van je geboortegrond leren je wat een stad in scherven is

Ons gekrijs ging in hijskranen, onze pijn vormde woningen en kantoren als pijlers die de horizon doorprikken,
Van abominabel naar fenomenaal een kolossale stad, waar de tijd blijft doortikken
In naam van zware lasten, onhaalbare idealen en tomeloze dromen
In naam van rotterdammers die waren, zijn en komen
In naam van noord tot oost, van zuid zo door naar west
In naam van niet bijzonder, maar wel anders dan de rest.
In naam van 14 mei 1940, en vooral van wat daarna kwam
In naam van vroeger wonen wij in de toekomst, Rotterdam

Review: In ‘That Sugar Film,’ a Bitter Truth

(repress this review from NY times, written by Daniel M. Gold)

In “That Sugar Film,” Damon Gameau, an engaging Australian actor-director who has been off refined sugars for years, shifts his consumption for two months to include 40 teaspoons of sugar a day, the average Aussie’s intake. And he isn’t scarfing candy and soda: Instead, to highlight the hidden sugars in so-called healthy alternatives, he consumes products like low-fat yogurt, juice and cereal.

If this sounds like Morgan Spurlock’s “Super Size Me,” in which Mr. Spurlock ingested McDonald’s menu items for a month, it should; Mr. Gameau has followed Mr. Spurlock’s playbook almost page for page. Like “Super Size Me,” Mr. Gameau keeps a team of doctors and nutritionists handy, and the health effects are alarming. Within three weeks, he starts to develop fatty liver disease, and by the end incurs early Type 2 diabetes and increased heart-disease risks.

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He also travels across Australia and the United States, investigating the consequences of a high-sugar diet and discussing health and business-related issues with scientists, physicians and journalists (including Michael Moss, a former reporter for The New York Times and author of “Salt Sugar Fat”). Mr. Gameau’s breezy blend of computer imagery, musical numbers, sketches and offbeat field trips makes the nutrition lessons easy to digest.

The food-doc shelf is crowded with good-for-you movies, including “Fed Up,” “Fast Food Nation,” “Food Inc.” and, yes, “Super Size Me.” “That Sugar Film” is a worthy addition, entertaining while informing. Timely, too: Just last week, the Food and Drug Administration proposed requiring companies to list added sugar in their labeling.

Sustainability and profitable business

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These days sustainability is a hot item. But what is it exactly, can we measure it? Lots of people talk about sustainability, they all know something about it, mostly about low energy use and renewable energy, but there is much more to it.

In my view sustainability is not a target, but a tool to reach a target. I think owning a firm you will look for making profit, how will the firm develop itself over the next few years and over the next generation, but also how can processes be improved, smaller costs, lower impact. Minimalising waste, use less energy or green energy, reduce transport costs, waste and pollution by using local products, all perfect exemples of how your business can be improved and become more profitable.

One of the best descriptions/defenitions for the term sustainable development still is the one given by the Bruntland Commission of the UN: “sustainable development is development that meets the needs of the present without compromising the ability of future generations to meet their own needs”. This includes someway everything, from corporate social responsibility to water, waste and energy use, from fairtrade and biologic to education.

There is a wide range of systems and concepts to measure and support this, such as Fairtrade, Cradle 2 Cradle, Organic, Greencalc, life cycle analysis(LCA), BREEAM, planetree, and so on. Here I would like to talk (shortly) about BREEAM, because unlike the other systems which are often focused on just one thing ( greencalc-energy, LCA- materials, etc) BREEAM has a wide range of focus points.

Looking at BREEAM a wide range on subjects/tools is offered to get to a more profitable business. BREEAM, short for Building Research Establishment Environmental Assessment Methodology is an original British method to measure sustainability, now used in over 60 countries. BREEAM includes 9 sustainability categories: 1. Management; 2. Energy; 3. Health & wellbeing; 4. Transport; 5. Water; 6. Materials; 7. Waste; 8. Land use and ecology; and 9. Pollution. With these categories the method tries to encompass the whole life cycle of buildings from planning to in-use and refurbishment. for each of this categories there is a number of things you can get creditpoints for. BREEAM scores following the next table:

stars score % creditpoints
* pass >30%
** good >45%
*** very good >55%
**** excellent >70%
***** outstanding >85%

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My favorite books read this year

Below I want to mention in a random order a few books I read lately. these are really worth reading and highly recommended! Most of the books I read in Dutch, since that’s my native language.

The Rosie Project by Greame Simsion (writer from Australia) is a story about love, life and lobsters…
This is really a pleasant and funny book to read, good for a summerday at the beach.  It is a funny story about an autistic professor, Don Tillman. He tries to find himself a wife and has a long questionnaire intended to weed out anyone who’s unsuitable. When he meets Rosie, one thing is for sure, she isn’t suiteble for his ‘wife project’.

The hen who dreamed she could fly by Sun-mi Hwang (writer from South-Korea). This is the story of a hen named Sprout. No longer content to lay eggs on command, only to have them carted off to the market, she glimpses her future every morning through the barn doors, where the other animals roam free, and comes up with a plan to escape into the wild—and to hatch an egg of her own. An anthem for freedom, individuality and motherhood featuring a plucky, spirited heroine who rebels against the tradition-bound world of the barnyard. A lovely fairytale, opening a window on civilisation in Korea.

The taliban cricket club by Timeri N. Murari (writer from India). It is a story about a female journalist, Rukhsana, in Afghanistan living under pressure of Taliban. about how important freedom is, worth fighting for.

One day she has to come to the Ministry for the Propagation of Virtue and Prevention of Vice. She thinks she has crossed a line, a law she didn’t know of or something like that.  The Minister announces the Taliban’s intention to hold a cricket tournament. However, the Taliban could never embrace a game rooted in civility, fair play and equality. And no one in Afghanistan even plays cricket—no one, that is, except Rukhsana, the female journalist.

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The tea lords by Hella Haasse (writer from the Netherlands). This book and the book of Helga Ruebsamen I stumbled upon reading in ‘De Gids voor wereldliteratuur‘ by Pieter Steinz (a guide for world literature, only available in Dutch) looking for some books about indonesia. It is a family story, portraying three generations of Dutch colonial experience in the East Indies. Rudolf Kerkhoven takes ship for Java and plunges into the uncleared jungle foothills of the mountains of west Java to follow his father as a tea planter. Beautiful written pageturner, gives an insight on how you can not plan life.

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The Song and the Truth by Helga Ruebsamen (writer from the Netherlands) is a beautiful story about a girl growing up in Indonesia, with the mysteries of indonesian nightpeople. because of something she says the family moves to The Netherlands right before WW II starts. In the war the girl has to hide because she is jewish, total opposite of the freedom in Indonesia.  Not a happy story, but a beautiful one!

The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri (American writer, now Italian) is a story about two brothers who grow up in Calcutta, India. One of them gets involved in a local communist guerrilla group the other moves to America and pursues a peaceful life of scientific research. With the extremist brothers untimely death, the American brother returns to India and marries his brother’s pregnant widow, and takes care of raising the child.

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I run into Jhumpa Lahiri books when she had a tv interview about her last book, in altre parole,(in other words) which she wrote in italian. This is also a good book by the way, a novel that could be a biography of herself.

Hallo muur by Erik Jan Harmens is the only book in this list I think only is available in Dutch but I still want to mention. Hallo Muur in English means hello Wall. It is a really beautiful written description of someone recovering talking all his stories to the wall of his room. except having been an alcoholic, he had a burnout, lost his dad and some of his friends and got a divorce. a real and impressive story!

Himmel über Berlin

I just saw the movie Himmel über Berlin -Heaven over Berlin- which was recorded in Berlin in 1987, two years before the collapse of the wall, before the end of the cold war. It gives a beautiful insight of Berlin in that time, and is a story of angels watching over the poor, lonely and sad people in the city. One of the angels, Damien, falls in love with Marion, a human trapeze artist.

Following poem from Peter Handke is part of the film. I like this! beneath the English version is the original version in German.

Kind Regards,

Ben

ps. for all of you all the best wishes for 2015!!

           English version:
Lied vom Kindsein (song of childhood)

When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging.
It wanted the stream to be a river
the river a torrent
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child
It didn’t know it was a child.
Everything was full of life,
and all life was one.

When the child was a child
It had no opinions about anything.
It had no habits.
It sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair
and didn’t make a face when photographed.

When the child was a child
it was the time of these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Isn’t life under the sun just a dream?
Isn’t what I see, hear and smell
only the illusion of a world before the world?
Does evil actually exist,
and are there people who are really evil?
How can it be that I, who am I,
didn’t exist before I came to be
and that someday
the one who I am
will no longer be the one I am?

When the child was a child
it choked on spinach, peas, rice pudding
and on steamed cauliflower.
Now it eats all of those
and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child
it once woke up in a strange bed
and now it does so time and time again.
Many people seemed beautiful then
and now only a few, if it’s lucky.
It had a precise picture of paradise
and now it can only guess at it.
It could not conceive of nothingness
and today it shudders at the idea.

When the child was a child
it played with enthusiasm
and now
it gets equally excited
but only when it concerns
its work.

When the child was a child
berries fell into its hand as only berries do
and they still do now.
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw
and they still do now.
On every mountaintop it had a longing
for yet a higher mountain.
And in each city it had a longing
for yet a bigger city.
And it is still that way.
It reached for the cherries in the treetop
with the elation it still feels today.
It was shy with all strangers
           German version:
Lied vom Kindsein

Als das Kind Kind war,
ging es mit hängenden Armen,
wollte der Bach sei ein Fluß,
der Fluß sei ein Strom,
und diese Pfütze das Meer.

Als das Kind Kind war,
wußte es nicht, daß es Kind war,
alles war ihm beseelt,
und alle Seelen waren eins.

Als das Kind Kind war,
hatte es von nichts eine Meinung,
hatte keine Gewohnheit,
saß oft im Schneidersitz,
lief aus dem Stand,
hatte einen Wirbel im Haar
und machte kein Gesicht beim fotografieren.

Als das Kind Kind war,
war es die Zeit der folgenden Fragen:
Warum bin ich ich und warum nicht du?
Warum bin ich hier und warum nicht dort?
Wann begann die Zeit und wo endet der Raum?
Ist das Leben unter der Sonne nicht bloß ein Traum?
Ist was ich sehe und höre und rieche
nicht bloß der Schein einer Welt vor der Welt?
Gibt es tatsächlich das Böse und Leute,
die wirklich die Bösen sind?
Wie kann es sein, daß ich, der ich bin,
bevor ich wurde, nicht war,
und daß einmal ich, der ich bin,
nicht mehr der ich bin, sein werde?

Als das Kind Kind war,
würgte es am Spinat, an den Erbsen, am Milchreis,
und am gedünsteten Blumenkohl.
und ißt jetzt das alles und nicht nur zur Not.

Als das Kind Kind war,
erwachte es einmal in einem fremden Bett
und jetzt immer wieder,
erschienen ihm viele Menschen schön
und jetzt nur noch im Glücksfall,
stellte es sich klar ein Paradies vor
und kann es jetzt höchstens ahnen,
konnte es sich Nichts nicht denken
und schaudert heute davor.

Als das Kind Kind war,
spielte es mit Begeisterung
und jetzt, so ganz bei der Sache wie damals, nur noch,
wenn diese Sache seine Arbeit ist.

Als das Kind Kind war,
genügten ihm als Nahrung Apfel, Brot,
und so ist es immer noch.

Als das Kind Kind war,
fielen ihm die Beeren wie nur Beeren in die Hand
und jetzt immer noch,
machten ihm die frischen Walnüsse eine rauhe Zunge
und jetzt immer noch,
hatte es auf jedem Berg
die Sehnsucht nach dem immer höheren Berg,
und in jeder Stadt
die Sehnsucht nach der noch größeren Stadt,
und das ist immer noch so,
griff im Wipfel eines Baums nach dem Kirschen in einemHochgefühl
wie auch heute noch,

eine Scheu vor jedem Fremden
und hat sie immer noch,
wartete es auf den ersten Schnee,
und wartet so immer noch.

Als das Kind Kind war,
warf es einen Stock als Lanze gegen den Baum,
und sie zittert da heute noch.

for Christmas: the littlest Christmas tree

a Christmas poem which I like.
text claimed by Amy Peterson, family friend poems

The littlest Christmas tree,
lived in a meadow of green,
Among a family,
of tall evergreens,
He learned how to whisper,
the evergreen song,
with the slightest of wind,
that came gently along.

He watched as the birds,
made a home out of twigs,
and couldn’t wait till,
he too was big.
For all of the trees,
offered a home,
the maple, the pine, and the oak,
who’s so strong.

“I hate being little”,
the little tree said,
“I can’t even turn colors,
like the maple turns red”,
“I can’t help the animals,
like the mighty old oak”,
“He shelters them all,
in his wide mighty cloak”.

The older tree said,
“Why little tree you don’t know?
The story of a mighty king,
from the land with no snow?”
Little tree questioned,
“A land with no snow?”
“Yes!” said old tree,
“A very old story,
from so long ago”.

“A star appeared,
giving great light,
over a manger,
on long winters night.
A baby was born,
a king of all kings,
and with him comes love,
over all things.”

“He lived in a country,
all covered in sand,
and laid down his life,
to save all of man.’

Little tree thought of the gift
given by him,
then the big tree said with the
happiest grin,
“We’re not just trees,
but a reminder of that day,
there’s a much bigger part,
of a role that we play!”

“For on Christmas eve,
my life I’ll lay down,
in exchange for a happier,
loving ground.
And as I stand dying,
they’ll adorn me in trim,
this all will be done,
in memory of him”.

“Among a warm fire,
with family and friends,
in the sweet songs of Christmas,
I’ll find my great end,
then ever so gently,
he’ll come down to see,
and take me to heaven,
Jesus and me”.

“So you see little tree,
we are not like the oak,
who shelters all things,
beneath his great cloak.
Nor are we like the maple
in fall,
who’s colors leave many,
standing in awe”.

“The gift that we give,
is ourselves, limb for limb,
the greatest of honor,
in memory of him”.

The little tree bowed,
his head down and cried,
and thought of the king,
who willingly died.
For what kind of gift,
can anyone give?
Then to lay down your life,
when you wanted to live.

A swelling of pride
came over the tree,
Can all of this happen?
Because of just me?
Can I really bring honor?
By adorning a home?
By reminding mankind,
that he’s never alone?

With this thought, little tree,
began singing with glee,
Happy and proud,
to be a true Christmas tree.

You can still hear them singing,
even the smallest in height,
singing of Christmas,
and that one holy night.

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A poem of Remco Campert.

Gedicht van Remco Campert. Sprak me aan vanochtend. Gewoon omdat het kan en ik het een mooi gedicht vind.

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Water in de sloot:
een nationale gebeurtenis

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Een ochtend dat het regent
vervuld van weerloos verdriet
dat een droom bij me achterliet
nu een gedicht over leeg
er komt geen mens aan te pas
boven de boomgrens
de top van de koude berg
het sentimentele niets
een nevelsliert die zich oplost
in het strakke blauw
een laatste ademtocht
in een oogwenk vervliegt

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Zijn laatste dag zat hij in lijn 5
werd lichtelijk onwel
ter hoogte van het Rijksmuseum
herstelde zich nog voor het concertgebouw
maar werd definitief geveld
in de supermarkt bij het Stedelijk
een potje sambal in de hand

my favorite citations

Lately I was asked which bible text I like most. That was a though question. there are so many beautiful texts for so many occasions. I think every occasion can have its own meaning and therefore its own quotation. just a few of the beautiful text I will state below. Don’t hesitate to add your own favorites!!

God will put his angels in charge of you to protect you wherever you go. They will hold you up with their hands to keep you from hurting your feet on the stones. (ps 91:11,12)

In the beginning, – when the morning stars sang together, and all the children of God shouted for joy (Job 38:7) – God filled up the universe…(Gen 1:1)
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May you always be joyful in your union with the Lord. I say it again: rejoice!(Phil 4:4)

Fling wide the gates, open the ancient doors, and the great king will come in. Who is this great king? He is the Lord, strong and mighty, the Lord, victorious in battle.(ps 24:7,8)

No longer will the sun be your light by day or the moon be your light by night; I, the Lord, will be your eternal light; The light of my glory will shine on you.(Jes 60:19)

I will lift up my eyes to the hills- from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. (psalms 121:1-2)