Carter & his Church

First things first: I uploaded 56 pictures of our Eurotrip to Flickr. You can check them out here.

In other news: after 60 years, Jimmy Carter has left the Southern Baptist Church over its “subjugation of women”. Quoth Carter:

At its most repugnant, the belief that women must be subjugated to the wishes of men excuses slavery, violence, forced prostitution, genital mutilation and national laws that omit rape as a crime. But it also costs many millions of girls and women control over their own bodies and lives, and continues to deny them fair access to education, health, employment and influence within their own communities. [...] The truth is that male religious leaders have had — and still have — an option to interpret holy teachings either to exalt or subjugate women. They have, for their own selfish ends, overwhelmingly chosen the latter. Their continuing choice provides the foundation or justification for much of the pervasive persecution and abuse of women throughout the world.

I wholeheartedly agree with Carter, by the way, and I think it’s incredible that, after six decades of public involvement, he’s chosen to distance himself. I would go a step further, however: male religious leaders have used their “option to interpret” for many more purposes than subjugating women. Selective use of biblical passages is hypocrisy of the first order: you can’t both outlaw homosexuality and eat shellfish; you can’t both think of women as your property and give her gold or pearls. Picking and choosing is not an option if your world view is as black and white as your favorite biblical commands say it is.

Pictures: CA and AZ

I uploaded some pictures to my Flickr account of my trips to California and Arizona in June. Check ‘em out!

England.

After we got back from Norway, Jenny and I spent a day in London. Since we were running out of money, we decided to only go to free attractions. While a few of London’s more famous tourist traps–the Eye, Buckingham Palace, and Madame Tussauds, to name a few–are fairly pricey, the city has an amazing collection of free things to do.

We started off the day at the Wellcome Collection, a museum displaying an “unusual mixture of medical artefacts and original artworks exploring ‘ideas about the connections between medicine, life and art.” We spent most of our time in the ‘History of Medicine’ section, which, despite its stolid sounding name, was actually very interesting and interactive. The main exhibit concerned four themes, including obesity, malaria, and ‘The Body,” exploring medical imaging.Two displays caught my eye, in particular. One had the entire human genome in book form, taking up an entire book case and approximately a hundred volumes of tiny 5 pt text. The other was a sculpture about obesity. Check out the pictures below.

After lunch, we went to the National Gallery, a huge museum on Trafalgar Square. Just like the Wellcome Collection, admission is free. The museum’s collection is staggering: it has multiple paintings by Van Gogh (including the famous Sunflowers), Cezanne, Monet (including two of the Water-Lily Pond series), Michelangelo, Rubens, and Van Eyck (including the photo-realistic Arnolfini Portrait). According to the museum, these paintings “belong to the public,” which is why admission is free. I definitely got my money’s worth.

On Trafalgar Square, just in front of the museum, there is currently a different sort of art going on. For 100 days, starting on July 7th, randomly selected people have been allowed on to the square’s Fourth Plinth, a large empty pedestal, for one hour. Participants are allowed to do whatever they want and are not allowed off until their one hour has expired. When we were eating lunch on the square, a young woman was downing a bottle of wine. After we left the museum, another woman wearing some angel wings had turned on a bubble machine. Apparently, participants have not been particularly creative with their hour in the limelight. I suppose it’s only a matter of time before somebody gets naked or starts throwing water balloons at the audience below.

We spent the last three days with Jenny’s aunt Sally near Portsmouth before we headed back to the US. It was a nice respite from traveling before jumping on yet another airplane. We visited HMS Victory, Nelson’s ship during the Battle of Trafalger, among other things.

Anyhoo–here are some pictures!

Back in the USSR!

Urm… the US. We’re back in the US.

The trip back was very smooth, no problems at all. I’ll post some pictures of England tomorrow, but for now it’s bed time!

Norway!

Norway was… spectacular. Before I throw you a gigantic slab of text, here are some pictures. The first one is from my grandparents’ shinding on Sunday, thrown in for good measure.

The trip there was kind of harrowing: there were four different modes of transportation, the first three of which–subway, train, airplane–had some mild snafu along the way. The flight, in particular, wasn’t very pleasant: we flew Ryanair, Europe’s low-budget no-comfort cattle-car-with-wings airline. At least they got us there without crashing.

Once we got to Norway, however, things got much better. We rented a car at the airport, where a friendly portly Norsk named Knut helped us out. The drive to Oslo was absolutely beautiful: water, mountains, and trees everywhere. Oslo is a fairly small city–at 600,000, it’s smaller than Austin. On our first night there we visited Hovedøya, an island where some monks founded an abbey in the 1100s. It was abandoned in the 1500s, but the ruins are still there.

Later that night, we had some dinner–and we were introduced to Norway’s only real negative aspect: the absolutely ridiculous prices. We spent 330 kroner (just about 50 bucks) on dinner at a ‘budget’ restaurant. I had a burger, Jenny had some pasta. After dinner we went to a grocery store, since we figured those might be cheaper… but no. Lunch meat: $10/kilo. Water: $3 for a liter. Bread: $4 for a loaf. Cheese (the cheapest, sliced variety): $15. We settled for potatoes and apples, the only affordable things in the entire damn store.

After that particular financial kick in the gonads, we went to Vigeland Park, a large park in western Oslo hosting 212 sculptures by Gustav Vigeland. Nearly all of them are of human beings, mostly couples, in all kinds of poses. Most entertaining are the statues of babies being flung about. There are some fairly disturbing ones, too, including several husbands beating up their wives, and at the center of the park stands a somewhat phallic pile of bodies. Nevertheless, the park is very beautiful and could give Central Park or London’s Hyde Park a run for their money.

The next day, we made a giant loop through central Norway by car. We drove to the largest national park in Norway, Hardangervidda National Park. Driving in Norway is pretty slow; there is only one freeway in the entire country, and all other roads are simple one or two lane roads with no divider. The speed limit is generally 80 km/h (50 mi/h), and you really can’t go much faster. Honestly, I didn’t want to drive any faster because the scenery was simply mind-blowing. Just check out some of the pictures.

Our goal was to get to Kalhovdfjorden, an very stark looking area completely devoid of trees. To get there, we had to go down a 20 mile, one way only gravel-paved road with tons of blind curves and sheer drops. Our efforts were definitely rewarded.

On the way back to Oslo we visited a stave church, a medieval wood-framed church. Most of these were built in the 1200s, and only about 30 are left. Only one example exists outside of Norway.

That night, we went back to Oslo, walked around the main drag.

Today we visited the Norwegian Folk Museum, a collection of several hundred buildings showcasing traditional Norwegian architecture. The second stave church picture you see is from the museum.

To sum up: Norway was awesome. The people were incredibly friendly, and every single person we spoke to spoke English. Although prices for everything are absolutely preposterous–we’re talking $12 Big Macs here!–the scenery is so incredible you almost don’t mind. This is one of the more random places I’ve visited, but it was absolutely worth it. I can’t recommend it enough.

Eurostar

Jenny and I are currently on the Eurostar, traveling to London. I’ve hooked up my little USB GPS dongle-deal-thing I have and we’re currently going 187 mph.

eurostar gps

Looking at European infrastructure with a critical eye–especially after having worked at Grantworks for a few years and having graduated UT–I have to say I’m extremely impressed with what I’ve seen. Without a doubt, Europe’s experience proves the viability of a rail-oriented strategy to curb congestion and sprawl. Booking a trip on the Eurostar was actually more difficult than I thought it would be: the service is so popular that even with an 18-coach train leaving Brussels for London every hour of every day, tickets still sell out more than a week in advance. Air travel has suffered greatly as a consequence: Air France, for example, no longer offers air service between Paris and Brussels, and KLM no longer flies between Amsterdam and Brussels.

High-speed trains have numerous benefits. First and foremost, using electricity instead of fossil fuels is highly beneficial for the environment. France, especially, has employed a carbon-neutral strategy because it produces the majority of its electricity with nuclear reactors. Naturally, there are severe drawbacks to relying on nuclear power—mainly the danger of placing a reactor in a densely populated country and the difficulty of properly disposing of nuclear waste—but, arguably, continued reliance on fossil-fuel-hungry air transport for medium-range distances is much worse for the environment.

Another benefit of relying on train transport is that it is relatively easy to increase passenger carrying capacity. Expanding a highway is an incredibly costly affair: first, the right of way must be secured, which in dense urban corridors is nearly always a nightmare. Construction costs are also liable to be enormous, and existing traffic will necessarily be disturbed. Finally, the addition of a lane will probably induce more traffic: in other words, more people will be tempted to use a car to travel to work once they realize an extra lane is available. However, when a train such as the Eurostar becomes overcrowded, managers can simply add an extra car or increase frequency of service.

Driving back from Leuven to my grandparents’ house on Thursday, we were stuck in a nightmarish traffic jam on the Brussels beltway: in an hour and a half, we crept forward six or seven miles. Belgium’s well-designed public transportation network is barely coping with the daily flow of people to and from the capital. Apparently, tens of thousands of people still find it beneficial to climb into their cars every morning and drive to work. At the end of their cost-benefit analysis, these people still find it easier to drive rather than to take the train. No amount of government inducements and employee benefits is enough to convince them to take the train.

That then, is Europe’s challenge. I’m afraid America has a very long way to go before it ever gets to this point.

Europe etc, Part II

Today, Jenny and I took a quick trip to Brussels. We took the train, got out at the Central Station, and wandered over to the Comic Book Museum. The Museum is dedicated entirely to Belgian comic books, of which–probably unbeknownst to most Americans–there are an enormous amount. In fact, the Belgian style informed a lot of American comics. Probably the best known Belgian comics are Tintin and the Smurfs, but there are plenty of others that deserve some recognition, including my personal favorites Suske & Wiske, Robbedoes, and Nero.
Anyhoo-here are some more pictures from today, including the Grote Markt in Brussels and the comic book museum. Some pictures are by Jenny, others by me.

Europe etc!

So Jenny, my dad, my brother and I myself left Austin on Monday for Belgium. We’re here for a family reunion of sorts: my grandparents are having a big 50th anniversary thing and most of the family should be there.

It’s been a pretty nice time so far: we’ve visited Bruges (Brugge) and Leuven and we’re planning another trip to Brussels (to see the Grote Markt and the comic book museum), London, and Oslo.

It’s definitely pretty weird being back again. Things are mostly the same, with a few big exceptions. Some observations:

  • There’s tons of houses with solar panels on their roofs. The Belgian government is subsidizing purchase of installation and panels, and many people have taken advantage of this. There are also many more windmills around the countryside than there used to be.
  • People still wear those stupid capri pants, gentlemen included. I generally don’t give a crap about this sort of thing, but in this case I’m experiencing what Dutchophones might call “plaatsvervangende schaamte”: I’m embarrassed for their heinous fashion crimes.
  • Yesterday I rented a car to go visit the town where I used to live back in the day, Leuven. I ended up with a Renault Clio diesel. It was an awesome little car. Actually, it wasn’t all that little:  it was quite a bit bigger and more comfortable than my Mazda Protege and had about the same amount of power, even though it was a diesel. Surprisingly for a French car, it had AC. With said AC blasting and racing through little Belgian streets, I was easily getting 45 mpg! Priced at just under 12,500 euros, it’s a really good deal. Can you tell I want one?
  • On the same note: fueling up was a pain in the ass. I tried to get gas at 10 PM and could not find a gas station that was open at night where I could pay at the pump with a credit card. Seems to me Belgians have a ways to go in applying and using “new” technologies like the credit card. When I did fuel up in the morning, the pump wasn’t even digital. Even the cheapest little gas stations in East Austin don’t have an analog pump, even if you do have to pay inside. Weirdness.
  • Also: the word “max” seems to appear in many advertising slogans. Pepsi Max: Max It!. Kriek (a beer): Kriek Is the Max!

Anyhoo, enough verbage. Here are some pitchers from Leuven, Bruges and the tiny little house we lived in until I was 7:

Jenny took most of these. I’ll put up a more extensive selection on Flickr when I get back.

Jenny’s Birthday!

So it’s Jenny’s birthday today, and I decided to surprise her a little. I made her a song with Fruity Loops. It has a pretty decent drum machine, and combined with its ability to record velocity while recording loops with a MIDI keyboard and the DVI Les Paul plugin from Sonivox, it actually sounds like a real band. The song itself is my take on the 1950’s “Doo-wop” genre, even though it eventually breaks down into The Police whent they’ve had too much to drink. Also, please forgive the cheesiness. It is her birthday, after all.

Take a listen: It’s Your Birthday


MJ and TMZ

As I’m sure everyone is now well aware, Michael Jackson died yesterday from cardiac arrest. When he was first admitted to the hospital, there was some confusion as to his condition: TMZ reported that he had died, while other media outlets said he was in a coma. To supplement TMZ’s reporting, many looked to Twitter to figure out what was going on. Major media outlets waited to confirm his death until the Los Angeles Times had reported it, as well. Naturally, the “old” media’s slower response was criticized by many, including Robin Wauters over at Tech Crunch.

The fact is that TMZ was indeed first, and that–this time–they happened to be right. TMZ’s strategy involves paying for tips and paparazzi journalism, and doesn’t necessarily make for the most reliable news. Some major European outlets, including Britain’s The Sun, use these kinds of tactics, but in the United States, the practice is generally frowned upon. The Sun, coincidentally, is headlining that a “painkiller injection” killed Jackson, while the New York Times article I linked to above merely states that he was on medication. That, to me, is emblematic of this journalistic divide: one set of outlets is quick to report the (any) news, while the other is more measured and thorough in its approach.

Besides, I think it is ridiculous to rebuke other media outlets for taking “longer” to report the story; in this age of instantaneous communication and desemination of information, taking an hour or longer to get your facts straight seems like the smart thing to do. The backlash a gossip site like TMZ might encounter when it gets a story wrong would probably be very small in comparison to the criticism heaped on CNN or the New York Times.