Living Dangerously And Liking It.

I found this excellent photo diary of a day in the life of Amsterdam bike culture as compared to that of San Francisco, as seen from what appears to be a Nieuwmarkt cafe table, and one of the things the American diarist seems most perturbed by is bikes with multiple passengers.

Here in typical Dutch fashion are some average people doing dangerous and probably illegal things as a police vehicle stand by unconcerned. Of course they’re unconcerned; everybody does it, even the cops.

With all this negligence about and with open canals and chaotc traffic and the like, there could be fertile ground here for an unscrupulous personal injury lawyer, were it not for the fact that despite occasional nasty accidents people seem quite unbothered. Life goes on its merry way despite the many and multifarious dangers and hardly anyone ever sues.

One of the things that never fails to astonish about the Netherlands and Amsterdam is the completely lackadaisical attitude to health and safety: if a British health and safety officer were let loose in the city you’d hear the sharp intake of breath from here to Swindon. The place would be festooned with dire warnings and swathed in orange safety tape within minutes.

Regulate The Smartshops By All Means, But Parents, Educate Your Bloody Young.

The media, in the US especially, is making much of the Dutch government’s moves to further regulate Smartshops and the sale of magic mushrooms, which are legal in NL if sold fresh but illegal if sold dried.

It doesn’t look good for the Smartshops:

AMSTERDAM – A 19-year-old tourist from Iceland jumped from a hotel window in Amsterdam last weekend after ingesting fresh hallucinogenic mushrooms. The boy suffered broken bones in both his legs and feet.

The Volkskrant reports this on Friday. This is the third serious incident involving hallucinogenic mushrooms in Amsterdam in a few months’ time.

In March a 17-year-old French girl jumped to her death from a bridge near the IJ tunnel after taking hallucinogenic mushrooms.

In June a 22-year-old British tourist lost control after taking the substance. He trashed his hotel room on the Martelaarsgracht in Amsterdam and threw items onto the street, injuring one passer by.

More…

Worse still, two smartshops in Amsterdam, Innerspace and Magic Mushroom Gallery, were found recently to have also been selling banned drugs like GHB and were shut down.

The Smartshops themselves, fearing a total ban on mushroom sales, propose strict regulation along the lines of that applied to coffeeshops:

VLOS, the National Association of Smartshops, now calls for regulation so that mushrooms will remain legally and safely available. The forthcoming points are proposed to the parliament.

1) No sale to minors.
2) Further professionalisation of the smartshops by means of a course for smartshop owners and staffs.
3) A general mushroom information flyer, in as many languages as possible.
4) Concentration of the sale of mushrooms in specialized professional shops that handle according to the rules, recognizable by a trademark.

All of which would be fine, if it weren’t for the bloody stupid tourists, none of whom seem to have the sense they were born with. They come to Amsterdam for a lost weekend of drink, drugs, dancing and hedonism and don’t seem to give a stuff about what they take with what and what the physical and mental consequences might be.

It’s as though they think because they’re somewhere foreign the normal rules about safety don’t apply. They’re on holiday! Nothing bad can happen! They are either totally irresponsible or woefully uninformed and ignorant. Who in their right mind takes hallucinogenics in the street anyway?

I don’t think mushrooms should be banned, although personally I don’t and wouldn’t take them. I’ve eaten them twice (long ago, I hasten to add), once inadvertently and once deliberately and I wouldn’t want to repeat the experience or the later flashbacks either.

Mushrooms strike me as something that should be taken only in very safe space in very specific circumstances, ie not at a Halloween costume party or busy streets full of bridges, cyclists and canals. Pirates+cutlasses+hallucinogenics=BAD, let me tell you.

Take it on holiday in the street? Next to an unfenced canal? On top of who knows what other intoxicants? That’s asking for trouble and trouble is what irresponsible 17 year olds do on the loose in a foreign city. Where were their parents anyway, and what did they teach her about drugs, if anything at all?

Personally I see it as Darwinism in action. Wise up about drugs and alcohol or die.

My condolences to the family, and 17 or 19 is no bloody age to die, but the teenagers in question could have just as easily fallen in a canal drunk as high. These are the sorts of things that happen when you let your irresponsible young travel unaccompanied: they do stupid things, some of them fatal. It could have happened to a hooray on a campsite in Cornwall, or a chav at a rave in Ibiza; youthful recklessness and stupidity knows no class or national boundaries.

But neither does the wilful blindness of doting parents when it comes to their children’s use of mind-altering substances. “No, not my little precious!”

What, they’d rather have them ignorant? And dead?

Athough there’s a chorus from the war on drugs folks for a prohibition, a complete ban on mushrooms is unfeasible: the genie is out of the bottle now and smartshops, drug tourism and the associated hotel and catering profits are big business. To ban the open sale of mushrooms will only push the trade underground and increase criminality The demand will still be there, someone will supply it, ban or no ban.

Strict regulation, licensing of sales and strong enforcement and public education will have to be the way forward, though any regulation will have to be a damned sight stricter than what the smartshops themselves propose if it’s to protect tourists agaisnt their own natural inclination towards being stupid bloody idiots.

They’re Coming! Flee!

Sky News:

Giant Person Lands In Netherlands
Updated: 08:17, Wednesday August 08, 2007

A giant Lego man has been fished out of the sea in the Netherlands.

The smiling effigy was spotted in the sea at the resort of Zandvoort.

Workers at a drinks stall rescued the 2.5 metre (8 foot) tall plastic character, which has a yellow head and blue torso.

They placed it on the sand, where holidaymakers quickly gathered round.

“We saw something bobbing about in the sea and we decided to take it out of the water,” said a stall worker.

“It was a life-sized Lego toy.”

More including video….

Perhaps it’s the long lost brother to this giant Lego Lakers player I snapped in the Bijenkorf department store on Dam square recently.

Make Like A Boy Scout

Hmm, Monday, what shall I do this week?

ARCAM is somewhere I plan on visiting if I’m feeling up to it this coming week (it’s just across the river from us at the Osterdok) in the light of the horrendous rain and the awful disaster-movie-in-slow-motion flooding of swathes of western and central Britain. Now there’s no water or power in some areas too, with 3650,000 affected.

A floating house begins to appeal…

The summer months at Arcam will be given over to the theme of acquatic building in Amsterdam. ARCAM is devoting its attention, in exhibition and book form, to the history of life on boats and barges, and to future prospects for floating construction.

Besides floating homes, the topics include a theatre on the IJ waterway, motorways on pontoons, a church ship, a public library and waterborne gardens. Among Amsterdam examples are the floating housing on Ijburg, plans for floating neighbourhoods on the Ijmeer lake and a floating hostel in the Houthavens area.

There are ecoboots moored on the Noordercanal not too far from us too and they do look pretty incredible (I’ll take some pics and post them later) but they’re not cheap at around 325,000 euro plus associated costs. It’s not a poor person’s answer unless they start building floating rental apartment blocks. It’s unsurprising that most of the current work on them is being done in trendy Ijburg.

Even though NL iis probably the most well-prepared country in the world to resist a sudden indundation, this weather is something new, though we can hardly call it unexpected. Over the past month or so I’ve been looking at the satellite maps and radar every day and you can see clearly that the jet-stream has moved south and moist air is continually being sucked into a deepening weather pattern over NW Europe. There’s a good animation of the past 12 hours of Western European weather at Freie Universität Berlin here and you can see it quite clearly even if like me you’re just an amateur.

It just squats there like a great ominous toad, sucking in arctic moisture, dropping it over NW Europe, drenching us and holding a stationary purgatorial heatwave over the Eastern Europe, the Balkans and Greece, who are suffering mightily. Now they’re on fire and you can see the smoke from space:

I don’t know about you but I’m torn beteen being scared shitless at the way the climate is going, or alternatively just turning my brain off, sticking to keeping my health stable, looking after my family, growing tomatoes and feeding the cats.

The latter seems the sensible course, especially since the climate has reached the point of no return and there’s really nothing we as individuals can do to reverse it: I refuse to feel guilt about this any more, especially not when those silly, blind, venal buggers in China are seeding the clouds to stop it raining on the Olympics – even as their fellow citizens alternately drown and burn.

In light of this, all this carbon-neutral bollocks and exhorting us all to change our lighttbulbs is like sticking a bloody smiley bandaid on a multiple organ failure.

I’m trying hard to be resigned and philosophical about it all, but it gets a bit difficult when the water and the flames are lapping at your neighbours’ doorsteps.
The least I can do is make sure we’re prepared should it happen to us: if nothing else the UK floods have shown that despite the heroic efforts of the emergency services, when it comes down to it, we have only ourselves to rely on. So put your own emergency kit together as much as possible, as recommended by the Red Cross:

Heat and lights:
— Candles
— Extra batteries
— Fireplace logs
— Flash lights
— Matches

Health and safety (including food safety):
— Anti-bacterial hand gel and baby wipes
— Appliance thermometer and food thermometer
— First aid kit
— Paper towels
— Re-sealable baggies and garbage bags
— Vitamins, minerals and protein supplements

Food and food preparation:
— Bottled water (estimate 1 gallon per day per person, plus extra for food prep and hygiene)
— Fresh fruits and vegetables
— Nonperishable foods
— Canned meats, chicken and fish
— Canned chili, spaghetti, stew and vegetables
— Granola bars, trail mix and nuts
— Canned fruits and juices
— Evaporated or dry milk
— Instant soups
— Cereals and crackers (low-salt variety, so you don’t crave extra water)
— Baby food and formula
— Pet foods and supplies
— Special dietary items
— Peanut butter and jelly (look for serving-size packages that don’t require refrigeration)
— Hard candy, chocolate bars
— Disposable plates and utensils
— Manual can opener

Other necessary supplies include:

Communications:
— A battery-powered AM-FM radio, weather radio and batteries
— A land-line or corded phone
— A list of emergency phone numbers, including numbers for the power, gas and water companies.
— Backup plans in case family members are separated during an emergency. Designate a contact person who is not a member of your immediate family and with whom everyone can check in.

Odds and Ends:
— A list of dry ice suppliers (about 15 to 20 pounds of dry ice will keep temperatures in most freezers or refrigerators low for up to 24 hours)
— Frequently used medicines
— Blankets
— Prescriptions
— Eyeglasses
— Battery-operated lantern and batteries
— A wind-up or battery-powered clock
— Warm blankets
— Fuel for space heaters. Be certain to store this safely.
— Blankets

I was gobsmacked at the number of people on Friday who just went about their business commuting, or going on holiday, even though there were flood alerts and severe weather warnings and travel guidance given out – and who did so totally unprepared. I’ve every sympathy with those caught for hours on a motorway with no food or drink or toilets, but bloody hell, wake up people, are you living in a fog? You can’t say you weren’t warned not to travel.

Many of the afflicted seemed to think that a magic hand would come down from the sky and save them and in some cases, it did. But mostly not – it’s been down the flooded and their neighbours to cope. The emergency services have been at full stretch and the armed forces are fucked and can’t back them up; cheers Mr Gordon Briown.

Hillary Benn, who you’d think was in charge, has been worse than useless, clucking and fluttering around like a particularly ineffectual wet hen. It’s taken Gordon Brown 3 days to convene an emergency cabinet committee. Heaven forbid ministers’ family holidays should be delayed…

I hesitate to compare what’s happened in Britain this weekend to Hurricane Katrina, (the two are on entirely different scales) but there are things in common if you ignore those differences in scale: both climate-change-fuelled events have highlighted just how fast and how quickly the infrastructure of civil society can fail and both also have shown the complacency and lack of preparation of everyone, residents included.

Katrina and it’s aftermath showed US citizens that it’s folly to rely on a central government that has been hollowed out by ideology, privatisation, cuts, political corruption and plain inertia. When called to do their job, FEMA just weren’t there.

Ditto New Labour.

But even given their culpability, even if officialdom had been there, sometimes it seems as though people expect the impossible from the frontline respoinders in the emergency services.

I don’t know what it is – we seem to have a collective delusion that should there be a natural disaster somehow it’s all going to turn out all right and the good guys will come riding to the rescue. Er, no. That’s Hollywood. Life is not like that.

The thing about the emergency services is they have to be paid and equipped and housed even when not needed, and we don’t seem to want to pay to do that. In any case, they’re not superhuman – they can’t stop disasters, they can only help ameliorate their effects and if these types of disasters occur more frequently, as is predicted, what few emergency services we have will soon become exhausted.

So I’m going to make sure we have emergency supplies, clean water and flashlights and the rest; because if I were to get a stomach bug or not have anything to drink my kidneys’d give out in a day or so and I’d die. It’s down to me, as it is to everyone, to ensure my own survival in a crisis.

So make like a boy scout or girl guide or brownie (I’ll go for brownie, the uniform’s my colour) – and be prepared.

Trust The Dutch to Have Libraries That Serve Beer.

As promised here are the pictures I took yesterday on my first day out in weeks, to the new Amsterdam Public Library on Oosterdokseiland, a narrow isthmus of land cleverly reclaimed from the Ooosterdok, next to Centraal Station and between the Oosterdok and the Ij.

Oosterdokseisland/Centraal Station from our side of the river at the Ijveer.

It’s a nice enough building and uses the limitations of the location well, but it’s not exactly an architectural landmark. A shame and a waste: public buildings like libraries should be landmarks and these new multistory developments make Amsterdam’s skyline look increasingly like London Docklands.

The location is stunning however, and it’s beautifully equipped. There’s a licensed LaPlace restaurant on the fifth floor, from where most of the scenic pics here were taken. It’s open from 10am to 10pm – how nice is it to be able to spend a couple of hours at the library then pop upstairs for a civilised lunch or dinner looking out over the old city?

Looking up into the atrium

The view from the 5th floor restaurant is so panoramic it took three pictures to get it all in:

Why is it the boomers always get first dibs..?

Looking towards Prins Hedrikkade

Oosterdok and Nemo

View over Nieuwmarkt

First day open and the bibliophiles are out in force on bikes:

Bikes, a long way down

Local band broadcasting live on Amsterdam FM in the thrird floor performance area:

Amsterdam FM

What’s most important is that now there’s room to put out the huge amount of materials they’ve had in storage all this time. It’s not quite finished (the city council weren’t going to miss the 7/7/7 opening date) and there’s still quite obviously work to be done, but on the whole I think you could call the move to the new library a great success.