This is a picture of a Roman Catholic Church in the village of Wijk aan Zee. Winter 2018.
The Netherlands can often been seen as a hyper futuristic country however like many countries – the Netherlands is a country of contrasts. Right now in the winter of 2018 many parts of the Netherlands have been forced to change and to adapt to the digitalization era. For example, in this photograph, if you look very closely, you can see smoke stacks and smoke coming up into the blue sky. This year, that technical industry of the Steel industry, called the Hoogovens locally, will be celebrating the 100 year anniversary. In the past 20 years, the company called the Hoogovens used to have about 24 Thousand workers to take care of the steel industry. Whereas now it is under 7000 workers. This is a concrete example, in my opinion of a combination of digitalization and industrialization.
On the one hand, Wijk aan Zee is beautiful but on the other hand, Wijk aan Zee is a Dutch village that is often torn between digitalization and industry development. The Hoogovens Steel Industry actually has a lot of land around this tiny village and there are lots of stacks of steel extracted water vapour pouring out over the village and the area of Beverwijk, in the regio of IJmond Noord and the Dutch province of North Holland.
A few short years ago this village of Wijk aan Zee was called the Cultural Village of Europe. To me this is a puzzle because what is cultural about Wijk aan Zee? Does culture have to do with people and identity? Or unity and community? Or is there something different all together, such as historic architecture that sums up what one European village has more status and standing then the other one?
In the winter of 2018 this village has almost zero cultural activities. There is a huge amount of individualization and privatization. Most people from the community who were born in this sand-grain pebble size of a city really have no interest in the rest of the world, and their only aim is to keep to themselves and protect their own turf. This is not an altruistic village.
A few years ago, the Dutch Federal Government and the National Schiphol Airport managers were engineering an idea to extend Schiphol International Airport into the North Sea, right outside of Wijk aan Zee. The development of that project is currently dormant, but it goes to show you that globalization en enhanced industrialization and digitalization all have priority over environment and historical architecture. The Netherlands is the same as all the other countries in the world. More often than not, the most powerful override the voices of the small and having high finances and plans of expansion crush villages even when they look special.
In the past Amsterdam used to have a big culture of Gabbers. Gabbers was a street name kind of like skaters was meant for th skateboarders. Gabbers were a group of people from Amsterdam who wore expensive training suits and expensive state of the art Nike Air shoes. Gabbers were mostly men from the age 20 to 45 years old. Many shaved their head completely. Gabbers was this very big Amsterdam sub-culture of fun-loving, fast, speed, hyper-modern, futuristic types. They were the major new trendsetters of Amsterdam. They owned Amsterdam and were mostly light-hearted people. The main thing the Gabbers were interested in was what was referred to in Amsterdam as House music. House music in Amsterdam is digital fast beat music which uses modern noises, like train sounds, whistles and other repeat industrial noises. Gabbers and House Music went hand in hand. The House Music was often performed by DJ’s in very specially assigned clubs in Amsterdam Centrum. The DJ’s used LP and Record Player combinations, sometimes two record players or sometimes 10 Record players at the same time. The music was of synchronize to the lazer beams that shot off in all directions on a dancefloor. The Gabbers in their training suits and their state of the art Nike Air shoes would dance a specific way to the House music. It was a one unit experience. All Gabbers in Amsterdam in 2017 have become extinct. They are gone and disappeared completely. (I am writing this from Amsterdam, the Netherlands, Dec. 12, 2017
Eindhoven is a city in the South of Holland. It started off as a small municipality and once Philips started his famous Philips company the village started to grow. now it is considered to be Holland’s fifth largest cities. What makes Eindhoven a special city? Well it all starts at the Central train station (Eindhoven CS).
In the main hall, there is a quote in large neon yellow letters that reads:
“Conventie, een soort herinnering, is het grootste beletsel om te genieten van leven en kunst.” Piet Mondriaan
Which means convention is the obstacle between art and life.
It is the kind of quote that makes you question your life, your actions and your independent role as an individual. It is because of this one quote that I changed. I changed my vision of the world, my vision of people, my goals, dreams and aspirations, I no longer could find peace within tradition or culture instead I knew I needed to follow my own way.
To me, going to Eindhoven and seeing that quote in the CS was the most valuable experience in my world travels.
In the 1960’s universities in the Western world used to be about two components, namely  morals  intellectualism.
Both of these components were intended to be taught through academic institutions such as universities. The idea was that through an ingrained sense of academic morals and intellectualism this could lead one to create opinions that university academics could use in their field of expertise after graduation and hence in their positions of leadership in different communities. This form of moral and intellectualism indoctrination has been replaced by nepotism all over the Western world.
The use of universities is no longer a place to instill morals and intellectualism instead it is a place to learn practical instructions as to how to have and hold authoritative power in a community through [A] nepotism and [B] protectionism.
This key shift in the Western academic university system is no longer about being able to think critically nor create more world equality instead it has transformed into a Global Locked-in Elitism.
Personally I am an academic traditionalist who holds dear  moral values  intellectualism, but I am a dying breed.
My value system does not match the current 2017 academic professionalism. Unlike Darwinism and the Survival of the Fittest theory, where most species have a predetermined destiny I believe my destiny is determined by my moral radar, my critical thinking skills (created out of intellectualism) to help me form ‘fair’ and ‘just’ opinions in order to help others within the realm of my professional and personal life components. These are altruistic qualities something that no longer fits into academic professional life.
Photograph taken September 13, 2017. Vancouver Island Canada. Myself standing in front of a portrait of Queen Victoria.
This morning from 900 am to 11 am I had a nightmare after twisting and turning all night last night. In my nightmare I was a passenger on a large jetliner. I was seated about half way down from the front of the aircraft with a window seat. I looked out of the window and could see all kinds of other aircraft crashing into the ground and going on fire. Each side of the aircraft had a set of little oval shaped airliner windows and on each side I could see multiple airliners crashing into the ground and turning into flames caused by the crash. I told the other passengers on the aircraft, “there is something wrong with the pilot flying this aircraft, we are all about to die. Look outside the window and see all the other planes crashing and burning.” None of the other passengers reacted and in fact they stayed seated in their seats and were in a complete denial of the fact that our aircraft had descended to just above ground-level and the left wing of the aircraft was scraping the side of a building and creating sparks of flames from the impact. All the passengers, except me was non-reactive to this emergency. It seemed like I was the only one aware of the potential fatal impact our aircraft was about to have and all the other passengers were sitting in their seats not reacting and in a comatose state.
I then found myself looking for the black box. I went into the belly of the aircraft well under the passengers and I found a black square unit. All of a sudden there was another female adult helping me; and a very large muscular man of African American heritage walked closer and closer to me and the other lady. I remember feeling unsure if this man was going to help or harm us. He ended up helping us by jumping down into the black square unit and he started to fish out wet childrens’ clothes and throwing them on the platform me and the unknown female were standing on. Then somehow, I was in the black square unit and I started to pull the cover off of the ground-floor and there was the fast moving ground underneath me. The velocity of the aircraft was way too fast to be able to jump out of the aircraft and live.
Then I awoke from my nightmare. (Images: Generation X)
I was born in the St. Mary’s Hospital in Montreal Quebec Canada. A Roman Catholic Hospital. I am Roman Catholic. An unconventional Roman Catholic, but Roman Catholic just the same.
When the British Columbia elections were underway I voted for the party that would be kind to the poor people in my city of Victoria.
Last Thursday, June 29th, 2017 – the BC Liberals received a no-confidence vote from the BC NDP / BC Green party, something that had not happened in the last 65 years of Canadian politics. This single act of the no-confidence vote (also know as the non-confidence vote) is what I find baffling.
Why is it that that BC Liberals, the BC Greens and the BC NDP could not work together – when the leader of the BC Liberal party, Christy Clark announced the previous Thursday in the Throne Speech that she had
 listened to the needs of the BC citizens and
 was going to re-adjust her platform to include 2.3 billion dollars in a plan to help to reduce poverty – which all three parties wanted.
To me, the alternative to a 2 party BC government (BC NDP and BC Greens) is a three party government BC government or rather a Coalition BC Government which combines the skill sets and expertise of all three (3) parties to create the best plan for all the BC Citizens.
Seeing I was born in Montreal, I am calling this idea the Montreal Code: which means a three (3) party Coalition BC Government for the best interest of all the BC provinces citizens.
I work at a store in Victoria City, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada and on my days off I go to the local main university library. The store I work at has 32 departments and it effectively has three floors, though one bottom floor is only used the in the spring and summer time for customer sales. The store is about the same size as the university library and to me the construct, architecturally of the store and the university are the same. Both the store and the university are businesses and both are corporations. One sells tangible products whereas the other sells intangible products. Both of the architecture buildings are about the same size as each other; and they both have very similar architectural designs of big blocks of cement cut into 3 zones or levels. To me, what I find remarkable is the level of quality in each organization. The educational institution library seems to me to be run inadequately whereas the store seems to be run on a skeleton crew who cover only critical veins and hubs, as in a crisis military outreach style. The library seems to have an abundance of paid staff members far exceeding the amount of labour available for the employee to actually perform. Whereas, in the store the employee is always actively working in a physical way; the library clerk sits passively at a desk awaiting one or two clients in a matter of a few hours time. One environment, the store, has 6000 customers coming through their doors and in the library there are about 20 clients coming through the doors per day. The academic library gets excessive government funding and the store cuts corners in an unethical and corrupt – but not a criminal way in order to keep ahead of the other stores competition. The sales clerk in the store is constantly on the move in the surveillance culture corporation and the library clerk in the university sits there day-dreaming about the open space and beautiful landscapes which surround the open windowed glass environment. The quality of life scales of the library clerk can clearly exceed the quality of life of the sales clerk in the store; whereas it is the sales clerk in the store that is operating more efficiently; is the fastest and the most competitive of all humans in design and has the quick on the fly answers to the human condition that go way beyond the call of duty of any communication skills acquired elsewhere in the human sector. Yet there is a stigma attached to the sales clerk and not the library clerk. This makes our society unfair; and the hardest worker, the sales clerk, not only has the hardest job out of the two jobs – but also encounters societal prejudice based on an assumption that the sales clerk is stupid and slow which is clear a false assumption; as it is the library clerk who is clearly stupid and slow.