Homeward Bound

This is out last night in the US, where we’ve been for two weeks now, visiting Sarah’s folks.

The days have been punctuated by the excellent Intelligentsia coffee and sandwiches of The Edge, shopping for cheap(er) clothes, and the wearying omnipresence of the two big presidential candidates on the television.

Eloïse has been having a whale of a time with Oma and Opa; Lucas has simply been smiling at everyone, winning hearts and minds, as he is wont to do.

Last night was Halloween, an occasion that is taken quite seriously in this country. It’s a deeply rooted element of American culture and so we took Eloïse on her first American trick-or-treating this evening.

Basically, this involves dressing up in fancy dress and knocking on doors, at which point Eloïse asks, “Trick or treat?”, in a suitably ominous tone. I have a strong association of Halloween with a supernatural theme, but children dress up in all kinds of fancy dress here. Eloïse, for example, was in a mouse costume.

By the end of the evening, she’d collected a lot of sweets and was feeling very pleased with herself. We only let her eat a single piece of it when she got home, but she seemed happy with that.

This evening, I went out with Sarah’s brother, John, and his new girlfriend, Katie, and we drove to Worcester in the neighbouring state of Massachusetts, where the Sisters of Mercy were playing at the Palladium.

This incarnation of the Sisters isn’t my favourite, I have to say. The delicacies of songs like Marian are lost in the faster tempo, the lack of a twelve string and the use of chunky guitars instead of an ebow. The sound in general wasn’t great, with some songs becoming recognisable only after half a minute or so, which is a bit strange for tracks I’ve been playing for a quarter of a century. The original sound isn’t even approximated for most songs. I also lament the lack of a human bass player.

Anyway, tomorrow evening, we fly home to Amsterdam, arriving Monday morning.

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Spot The Difference

Dutch TV broadcasts the US presidential debates live at around 03:00. They even ask viewers to send in questions to the NOS‘s American correspondent. That means that the viewing public doesn’t just consist of VCR and DVR owners who watch the broadcast the next day. Apparently, there are people here who stay up (more than) half the night to watch this stuff. They must either think it’s important or be suffering from insomnia.

Make no mistake, though, this is important; in theory, at least. Whomever America elects, the rest of the world (that’s us!) gets saddled with the consequences; and those, whilst never good, have been particularly dire over the last few years.

We in Europe have no say in this, of course. Whilst America’s foreign policy arguably has more of an impact on our daily lives than our own country’s policy (which mostly just sees us begrudgingly dancing to American pipes), we have little choice but to sit back and hope that the American electorate will get it right.

Unfortunately, though, getting it wrong is a foregone conclusion. A country with a population of 300 million people somehow each time manages the incredible feat of producing just two credible (yes, I use the word advisedly) presidential candidates. Evidently, the entire political spectrum in that country can be neatly represented by two parties, the most liberal of which is still firmly right of centre by European standards.

To Americans, Obama and McCain are as different as chalk and cheese. Progressive Americans view Obama as the salvation of a nation, a shepherd to lead a nation out of the bleak wilderness of the Bush era, a beacon of light in a world currently shrouded in darkness, the imminent new leader of the free world; and other such hyperbole.

By the same token, progressive Americans see McCain as the logical prolongation of the Bush dynasty, a man who would continue to scrap services and indulge the rich, whilst continuing to mire America in Iraq for the next 100 years.

As a European, I view all of this with much cynicism and a fair amount of bemusement. I fail to see the supposedly huge differences between the two camps.

Let’s examine a few facts.

Both Obama and McCain favour continuing the supply of $3 bn per annum in military aid to Israel. Like Bush and Clinton before them, they intend to adopt the pretence of brokering peace with the left hand whilst passing weapons to one of the warring factions with the right. There can be no peace in the Middle East while the US continues to support Israel in its acts of aggression, oppression, occupation and apartheid.

Both Obama and McCain say that they are prepared to disregard the UN security council when determining whether to go to war. Neither camp apparently has any respect for international law, yet both are hypocritical enough to criticise other nations, such as Russia, for the same flagrant disregard. If the UN is to have any meaning, all nations that wish to be regarded as respectable, democratic states must submit to its authority. The same applies to the International Criminal Court in The Hague, another institution for which the US has (even greater) disdain.

Both Obama and McCain are critical of Iran for its ongoing commitment to nuclear technology, yet the US has a fearsome nuclear capability, as does Israel. I’m no fan of Ahmadinejad, but I don’t see an argument for denying Iran nuclear technology — even if that means weapons — whilst nations such as the US and Israel have them. Obama fears an arms race in the Middle East if Iran develops nuclear weapons, but he curiously doesn’t fear it enough to stop selling arms to the nation from which Iran would be seeking to protect itself. The double standard here is ludicrous and dismisses any notion that the US is truly interested in achieving peace in the region.

You see, to get elected in the US, you have to support Israel. Not only the large Jewish lobby, but also American Christians are, by and large, sympathetic to Israel; much more so than Europeans. I attribute this to a couple of things. Firstly, there’s the much more one-sided portrayal of the conflict in the American media. Secondly, a large number of fundamentalist Christian Americans believe that the presence of Jews in the promised land is necessary for the fulfilment of biblical prophecy. That’s Armageddon, by the way, and I, for one, would like to avoid it.

McCain supported the invasion of Iraq and continues to favour a long-term American presence there. Obama, on the other hand, favours stepping up operations in Afghanistan, because he believes that to be the main breeding ground of terrorism. Both conveniently ignore the fact that much of the world’s terrorism has its origin in America’s disastrous foreign policy, which for decades has sought to enrich corporate America, achieve absolute military superiority, and sequester huge quantities of the world’s natural resources in an attempt to assuage the insatiable appetite of a populace addicted to an unsustainable lifestyle.

Hundreds of thousands of lives have already been lost due to this myopic policy, and the loss will continue under either Obama or McCain. Only the theatre of operations and the associated media limelight may change.

Speaking of death, neither candidate has said anything about working to abolish capital punishment in the US. Civilised nations do not execute their miscreants; it’s as simple as that. In fact, even most uncivilised nations draw the line at executing children, but the US continues to flout international law by occasionally putting a child to death. There are scarcely words to describe my revulsion towards this. See this Amnesty International report for more details.

Neither candidate supports homosexual marriage, which effectively means that neither candidate supports equality under the law. This is a basic human right, not to mention part of the American constitution. Even Spain has legalised same-sex marriage, and they still torture animals for sport in that country.

So, perhaps the above serves to illustrate somewhat why I fail to perceive much of a difference between the two main American political parties and their chosen figureheads. Whilst they diverge more convincingly on domestic policy, you’ll have to forgive me if I can’t find it in myself to consider their effect on their own nation anywhere near as relevant or as important as their effect on the rest of the world, including its ecology.

Those of you going out to vote this November, do so with your conscience. In my opinion, a vote for either Obama or McCain is ultimately going to leave you with blood on your hands. In your position, I wouldn’t vote at all.

To not vote is viewed by some as akin to apathy or, at the very least, as an implicit abdication of one’s civil responsibility, by dint of which one forgoes one’s right to complain about the country’s elected leaders.

Bollocks.

Not voting is not akin to apathy. Rather, conscientious abstention demonstrates a proud conviction. It embodies the twofold rejection of an inherently undemocratic electoral system and a farcically piss-poor choice of candidates, under either of whom the world will not be a safer place

Seven years on from the levelling of the World Trade Center and most Americans still don’t understand why America is so deeply reviled across the world. I keep waiting for the penny to drop, but it never does.

After the events of 11th September 2001, I remember thinking that some good may actually come from the horror of what had unfolded. I thought that America had been so fundamentally shaken that it may pause for political self-reflection; that it might hold its past behaviour up to the light, blush and mend its ways.

No such luck.

I’m still waiting for the penny to drop.

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Rebuilding The House

My feet never touch the ground around here. There’s always something going on, someone coming to the house to do something, someone who needs their mouth fed or their bottom wiped, an errand to do outside the house; that kind of thing.

The house is currently surrounded by scaffolding and bricklayers are in the process of repairing our hundred year old bricks and mortar, some of which is in quite bad condition; as you might expect after a century of Dutch winters. They’re two weeks in and are going to be here for about eight weeks in total, a period I’ll be happy to put behind us, because they make a lot of noise with their drills.

Our electrician continues to deliver sterling work and this week reconnected four M & S Systems in-ceiling speakers in the kitchen and dining-room, plus a further four in the walk-in wardrobe and bathroom on the first floor. I had originally thought we wouldn’t be able to reuse any of these speakers, so I’m very pleased.

Our two remaining Sonos ZP100 units have been seconded to create two new listening zones, bringing our total back to six, the number we had in the old house. Whilst it’s nice to now be able to use the Sonos whilst lounging in the bath, it’s especially pleasing to have music directly overhead whilst eating dinner and washing up. It’s also very satisfying to be able to reuse more of the equipment previously built into the house, because, let’s face it, we paid handsomely for it.

The new couch for what I’ll pretentiously call the media room on the first floor arrived on Monday. It looks lovely and is very comfortable. The room is immediately considerably more inviting, thanks to this addition.

November will see us add a plasma screen television and surround sound system to the room, which will make it a rather more practical place to hang out. I’ll also install one of Sonos’s new ZP120 controllers and turn the room into a new listening zone.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Old houses have infinitely more charm than their modern counterparts, but you certainly pay the price, both literally and figuratively, in upkeep. It’s enough to make you long for the bad old days of renting; well, not quite.

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Irish Road-Trip Photos

At long last, the photos of our Irish road-trip are on-line.

Not as many photos as I would have liked have captions, because our current camera doesn’t allow a voice memo to be recorded at the time each photo is taken. That was a feature of our Minolta A2 that I really loved, as it rendered easy the captioning of photos weeks or even months after they were taken.

I don’t know why more cameras don’t offer the voice memo feature. It’s the cheaper, point-and-shoot cameras that tend to have this feature. The more expensive SLRs don’t. Perhaps camera manufacturers see this feature as a gimmick, something that would appeal to a casual holiday snapper, but not a serious user. For my part, it’s a mistake; I’d love to see this feature included in SLRs.

Anyway, the Irish photos are pretty good, but we didn’t take as many as we normally would have. The chief reason was that we couldn’t stop the car as often as we would have liked, for fear of Lucas being woken by the doors opening and closing.

The weather was also very, very dodgy a lot of the time. It was raining, the visibility was poor and the light was bad.

Nevertheless, there are still a great many photos in the gallery and putting them on-line took plenty of time. My personal favourites are the political murals of Belfast, which is hardly surprising, since Belfast itself was probably the highlight of the trip for me.

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Pralines And Rain

The second night of Killing Joke at the Ancienne Belgique featured a shorter set than the first night. In spite of what was advertised, Pandemonium wasn’t played in its entirety. Notable missing tracks were Millennium and Jana.

On the other hand, songs from periods I hadn’t expected to hear were played, such as The Hum, which was the evening’s opening salvo.

Although the evening had been advertised as featuring songs from the band’s original singles on the Island label, Turn To Red was the only song played from this era. A shame, as I would have liked to hear Are You Receiving?

There was also some overlap with the previous night’s set list. Love Like Blood, Eighties, Change, Wardance, Pssyche and other perennial favourites were hammered out with verve.

Highlights of the evening were Change, Communion and an absolutely mental rendition of Whiteout.

The set was shorter than the first night, disappointingly so, because I was still anticipating the rest of the Pandemonium album and the Island singles. Like a meal at a top restaurant, I cleaned my plate and was left wanting more.

The sound, once again, was excellent. The audience were animated and admirably fulfilled their symbiotic duty to create a great atmosphere. I left the gig soaked in a mixture of beer and sweat, most of it other people’s.

After a quick drink, I picked up my bags and began the drive back to Amsterdam. I pulled up into the drive at 01:35, just in time to find Lucas yelling in pain and vomiting. My poor son was feeling very much under the weather.

By the time I’d had a shower, it was 03:30 and I was spent. A day of walking around Brussels in the rain, followed by a Killing Joke gig and the drive back to Amsterdam had used me up.

It was good to get back home, but equally satisfying to have made the trip to see Killing Joke. I would be regretting it now if I hadn’t gone.

Instead, I find myself wishing I could slip away to attend the London concerts, but I’m needed around here and would miss the children too much, anyway.

Sarah got a kilo of Leonida’s finest wares out of it, too. And just to ensure no-one was left empty-handed at the end of my visit, Eloïse got a new jig-saw puzzle and Lucas a cuddly toy.

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