Apr 302012
 

Monday, 30 April, 2012

Someone mentioned again to me last week: “humans are the only species in this ecological system able to control and change it in any direction with full awareness”. “Well, maybe that’s our function in this system” I replied prompt. The person looked surprised.
I don’t understand what makes humans think they are not a part of this biosphere called Earth. They always seem to talk and think ‘us and earth’, as if humans are the ‘big creator’. For those who like to raise themselves above their simple existence, or those who do think they are in control; let me tell you this ‘disappointing’ message: no earth, no humans! Better: earth can do very well without humans. Anyway, in the system ‘earth’ everything has its function, how minor it is. Putting yourself in control belies nature. Whatever you do it will be just a small minor part within this system. If humans change the natural surrounding, it is an act of nature by nature. Give up the need to be in control and start to live!

Apr 252012
 

Wednesday, 25 April, 2012

Rain season arrived. It rains on and of for two weeks already. Cloudy wet days take turns with sunny ones. This will last for about another week. It is needed! Despite all that water, under a thin layer of mud the soil is still dry. Turning this dust into mud we need rain for months. That will not happen. Sunny weather is predicted for next week.

Rainy days

Apr 222012
 

Sunday, 22 April, 2012

IT arrived. Unbelievable and amazed. Walking the local supermarket corridors I had to look twice, no four times to believe my own eyes. Do I suffer delusions? Wishes winning from reality? Carefully I picked up one jar. It was real! written on Dutch it said ‘PINDAKAAS’ Yes! Portugal did it! For what I know the first country importing and distributing peanut butter from The Netherlands. Outside ‘Hollanda’ (and USA) travelers  suffer dealing with low quality, sugar and oil added, much too expensive tiny little jar of some doubtful imported brand mostly showing ‘stars and stripes’ on label.
But now and here good times have arrived. The peanut butter is imported from The Netherlands but jarred by a Portuguese company. Most remarkable is that the label screams very big ‘PINDAKAAS’ underneath, much smaller on Portuguese ‘crème de amendoim’. In the right top corner on yellow background it says in English ‘peanut butter’. Obviously the distributor is aiming at a certain group immigrants.

Sorry for the not-so-good picture. Have to practice photography.

Apr 202012
 

Friday, 20 April, 2012

From FREE MUSIC:
A Heartbeat for the Movement
April 9, 2012

by Adam Sherburne in conversation with K. Kendall

photo by Kendall

Originally from the bay area, Adam Sherburne is a musician who fought the music industry and most things American for over 20 years with his projects “Consolidated” and Free Music! Stop America!
“I call myself a trans-jester, because we’ve had countless jesters, like we’ve had countless activists, revolutionaries, labor organizers, critical journalists, and protest artists. We haven’t gotten it done, we didn’t transcend war, racism, and global environmental destruction. Getting it done requires the Occupy movement now. We and those that guard power (officials, cops, the 2-20%) must transcend our historical relations if we’re to transform our future human relations.”
“Free is a verb. To free music doesn’t mean giving away devalued music products, it means liberating music from its commodity prison. It means leaving the monologue of performance, the private property fetish of songwriting, the stockpiling of the past in recordings. It means talking/listening and teaching/learning at the same time. To free music is to occupy the music industry.”
“Music announced the inevitability of the Occupy movement fifteen years ago, but no one wanted to hear it, least of all business and musicians. File-sharing proved that the days of digital music profits were numbered, and the prevailing 100-year-old economic model of the sale of mass replicated copies (cars, televisions, bombs, computers, records, etc.) would also pass into history.”
“Stop America means stopping nation states, global capitalism, organized religion, and class society. If you stop America, you begin to create something that really scares power, the Occupy camps. You create a community that welcomes and cares for all with little need for money, administration, or permission.”
Sherburne taught music to homeless youth in Portland at the non-profit Artist Mentorship Program (AMP)for five years. When he showed up to begin dis-organizing music at Occupy Portland in early October, 2011, Sherburne found many of his homeless music colleagues ensconced in camp.
“They had already created the infrastructure for an autonomous city: peace and safety, media, medics, a mobile coffee collective, a future mayoral candidate,” he said. “People were meeting and producing a different future, so I knew it was the place for me.”
“What I call Free Music is now my on-going week-to-week involvement in Occupy. if there’s an action, free sound is there. We’re keeping the beat for marches and chants, inviting more musicians, encouraging them to see and hear how the the sound of Occupy differs from the sound of Wall Street. The Wall Street sound is bands, shows, promotion, and tickets. I walk many miles around this city playing music with folks in the streets and talking to them about all the issues, making human real-time connections.”
Sherburne is disappointed to hear people talk about music as morale building. To him, music is much more than that.
“Music is not simply entertainment. It keeps the marches going strong while telling the story of the revolution. Music literally speaks the truth of police brutality, racism, and poverty. Music–played by people on the streets to change their world, NOT the programmed ‘tracks’ used by well-intentioned media collectives to create neat little rad video collages–records how we got here, and it announces where this movement is going next.”
Sherburne has two questions for us: Are we willing to listen? And then play together?

Apr 182012
 

Wednesday, 18 April, 2012

Arriving, the train terminal breathes same desolation like in old days. Few attempts towards more cheerful design at (probably) more recent renovations, failed. The building still feels (and smells) like a stuffy toilet. Grey concrete alternates grey ceramic. Perfect entrance into the most boring town on this planet.
Bit early for the event wherefore traveling here, I decided to stroll through town. First visit a downtown snackbar. One of those The Netherlands is famous for. Was hungry and into eating again the Dutch ‘specialty’ ‘frietje satehsaus’ (fries with peanutsauce). To my surprise nothing in the place was changed since being a regular 35 years ago. Same vending machine on same spot. Little glass doors displaying snacks resting on soft heated steel trays to keep warm. Inserting correct amount of coins allows you to open one door (make sure not to choose an empty tray). Also the coin changing machine was still there. Only difference a little sign ‘out of order’. But most surprising was the vendor behind counter. Still the same person, older. I was amazed. Even then he looked ‘aged’ to me.
After finishing my lunch I wandered the streets. Not much changed. Boredom, ignorance, decrepit, emptiness every time I turn a corner. No wonder this town produces human horrors. The smart move(d) out. What stays behind are frustrated small minded. Incapable people on unimportant positions. Fake journalists, frustrated politicians, failed artists. Those who stayed maintain the desolation.
Don’t know what conservative believer proclaimed messages of roots returning values. This was my last mission here. No further needs for return. I have nothing with this town anymore.

Since a few days I am back on my normal internet connection. Expect regular posting again from now on.

Apr 112012
 

Wednesday, 11 April, 2012

Internet problems. The ‘blackbox’ broke down. Cheap crap made to last 6 months. The PT ships me a new one. This makes my online activities lesser. That also explains the long period of not posting. Like every decent sound technician I tried to find the problem myself. Checked all lines, connections and ended up opening the (two crews) hard plastic box measuring every bit on the print. Obviously the little power-dividing chip is confused. Don’t feel for a cycle trip to Korea at the moment. Quicker solution is calling PT service line. Solution was simple “we send you a new one”.
At the moment I try to get online sometimes with one of these usb mobile devices. It barely works. Good for emailing if nobody sends me too many mb attachments. (funny, Word from Microflop is not updated/configured yet with typical computer terms like usb and mb. They are red (wrong spelling) marked). Anyway, will try to put some things on this spot few times upcoming days, otherwise next week, after the new box arrived.