April 27, 2007

Anzac Day in Mesen/Messines

On this year's ANZAC Day, we decided to go to Flanders fields to commemorate the Battle of Messines in 1917 (which actually took place on June 7). The New Zealand embassy in Belgium organises an annual wreath laying ceremony in the town of Mesen, where the NZ troops won a battle at great cost against the Germans. All very official and ceremonial, including representatives from various traveling RSA members and local dignitaries.
Not much in the way of personal tributes was allowed for, but Ewen managed to place a wreath made by his mother on the memorial site. His maternal grandfather was actually stationed in the area for most of the war and took part in that battle and luckily survived to tell the tale and to later marry Ewen's grandmother. Many people were interested in the story behind it and his letters will be published early next year.
We got to know the local historian who showed us around the area and was quite chatty about the whole thing. My main memory was that the local Belgians actually care very little about the Great War history that raged and razed their villages several times over in many cases. Farmers often find unexploded munition and gas shells in their fields and treat them as a nuisance rather than of historical curiosity. The gas shells especially are still quite lethal!
We stayed at the Peace Village, a newly built accommodation facility for groups and people interested in the area. The management had forgotten to turn on the hot water tap so cold showers were had by all in the morning - surely a trifle inconvenience compared to the hardship the boys in the field had to endure in the War!

A more formal report for the Waiheke Island newspaper Gulf News is online here.

In the afternoon we visited Ieper, which has an extensive war museum called In Flanders Fields. Very evocative in its depiction of the war horrors and thankfully free of all that gung ho usually associated with war memorials.

April 23, 2007

Hong Kong: I don't even like Rolex

We've just ended our two-day sojourn in Hong Kong and we're at the moment waiting for our plane to Amsterdam.
Hong Kong is both a fascinating and an infuriating place and we'd find it quite challenging if we ever had to live here.
As an Asian city it does get a bit of getting used to, especially the massive crowds and quite unfamiliar smells wafting out in every street, be it from roadside eating places or the open drain in some non-touristy places.
We spent the first day exploring Hong Kong Island, which is slightly smaller in area than Waiheke but with 1.3 million people living along a narrow corridor next to the northern coastline.
We did the touristy things but also some off the beaten track areas.
It's quite a sight to see those millions of people all crammed into huge towerblock estates, jostling each other for space, light, air and a view - and you'd not wish your dearest enemy to be forced to live in one of those pokey flats, in the tropical temperatures with the associated high humidity.
But for all that lack of space, there is a surprising amount of public square space and green areas dotted around which makes it quite pleasant and easy to escape the crowds and the fumes.
The botanical garden and the zoological garden were a highlight, and so was the famous Peak Tram up the steepest gradient you will encounter. And what a view too despite it being rather overcast.
We took the easy way back down using an 800 metre long escalator system which functions as a public free walkway as an alternative to public transport up the steep hills.
If they could transfer the diesel buses into hybrid or electric they could cut out at least half of the pollution! We took the tram which trundles along 15 km to the eastern end of the island, which took about two hours return - an all for NZ$0.70 each. The cheapest two hours of entertainment you can get here.
We found a street full of expat bars and Europeans. It must be quite challenging for expats to live here.
Every night at 8pm the Hong Kong Tourism Board puts on a light show involving all the high rise buildings in the CBD, which we viewed from Kowloon across the harbour. A bit ho-hum compared to fireworks, but hey, it's on every day and it's free.
There was very little gay stuff on show. What was remarkable was the prevalence and presence of some "boy books" on the news stands. All very tame and the models on the covers looked more like girls than boys. This despite the fact that gay sex is legal in Hong Kong, unlike on the mainland.

Today we stayed on the Kowloon side, where our hotel was and went to the bird market, the flower market and the goldfish market. A veritable tourist trap if you can't escape the fake Rolex peddlers.
And also some culture in the HK Museum of Art and the HK Museum of History. Great exhibitions of classical and contemporary HK art and history, some of which interactive (see picture: an empty room with a camera pointing at you reconfigures your movements in a screen projection using Chinese characters following all your movements in a ballet of language)

April 19, 2007

On holiday

Time to have a break and to head overseas. Our route itinerary this time is: Hong Kong, Antwerpen, Mesen, Legoland, Copenhagen, Scottish Highlands, London, Macau.
Back on 24 May.
I'll try to keep a trip blog like last time. It'll be more challenging to keep up this time because net access will be more limited.
But if you're in one of those locations and want to catch up, let me know.

The joy of net searching

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April 17, 2007

News works in mysterious ways

What I can't get my head around is the tendency for all news networks to clear their schedules when something like an American school shooting happens with a few dozen casualties. Incidents like that happen every day in Iraq or Darfur or Afghanistan or Chechnya and those barely cause a mention anymore on the airwaves.
American lives are obviously worth many times that of a dead Iraqi or a Darfur genocide victim.

The national Dutch television news reporter in Virginia at the scene of the massacre said 12-year-olds in the state can buy rifles without parental permission. And it's true. But fat chance that any gun control is on the cards.
To paraphrase the Sex Pistols: There is no future in America's dreaming.

April 13, 2007

Swedish skinheads angry over heavy metal band Eurovision win

Via GayNZ.com:
The leader of a neo-Nazi group in southern Sweden has been jailed for three months for an attack on the local headquarters of gay rights group RFSL in Kristianstad.
Simon Lindberg, 23, leader of the National Socialist Front (NSF) in Skåne was convicted of being an accessory to assault. A 28-year-old friend of Lindberg's was given a six-month sentence for offences including assault.
The incident happened on the 20th May last year, when members of RFSL and their friends had gathered at the organization's headquarters to watch the Eurovision Song Contest on television. Lindberg and his friend came to the building, both of them drunk. An initial verbal argument quickly became physical.
Now what were those white heterosexual Swedish boneheads doing wanting to watch that pinnacle of a gayboy's cultural calendar, the Eurovision Song Contest? Was the habitual campness of that annual event finally getting to them? Were they so incensed by the Finnish heavy metal band's win, confirming that heavy metal culture is just one of those obscure gay sub-tribes? Couldn't they just have popped over to border to Copenhagen and gotten a room at SLM where they could have dealt with their anger issues in a caring environment with like-minded men? I'm hoping to in a few weeks' time!

April 07, 2007

Saving Doel

There exists this tiny village in the polder, called Doel, renowned in Belgium for the nearby massive nuclear power station of the same name. The village is being emptied continuously of inhabitants because the Port of Antwerpen wants to extend its container dockyard area to include the land on which the village sits.
Now a campaign has started to save the town and turn it into an "art village", inspired by the campaign Love Difference.

Some background information from the press release [PDF] (it has versions in English and Italian):
Doel is a small, 700-year old village in the Belgian polder on the left bank of the river Scheldt. It is located at a half-hour ferryboat trip from the city/port of Antwerp. Due to planned expansions of the port of Antwerp, the Belgian Government decided in the late nineties that the village would be demolished to make room for a new container terminal and started an expropriations campaign. A majority of the 900 original villagers have since moved to other places. At present, the population of Doel consists of 216 people, including some 77 elderly villagers and 139 newcomers who moved into or squatted vacant houses.
Last year, the port authorities realized that the new container terminal would not be economically viable in the short term and the project has been indefinitely shelved. Everybody hoped that this development would breathe new life into the village, but the authorities are still sticking to their demolition plan. Of course, this situation has caused much bitterness among the local community.
The campaign has a website under construction with a link to a petition to support the campaign. Highly recommended.

What the Iranians should have done

- Separate them according to gender
- Lock them up in a dungeon
- Strip them
- Hood them with each other's underpants
- Collar and leash them
- Pile 'em up and have them make love to each other
- Have guards take pictures of the fun and games
- Tell the media this is what happens when you allow gays in the military

Instead the navy men got:
- ill-tailored suits
- lurid wallpaper and curtains to pose against
- gaudy presents
- a free trip in business class

I'm unsure which scenario would have caused the most embarrassment.
A beautifully inspired rendition of a captured sailor's plight here (thank you, Jared)

Picture from the BBC

April 06, 2007

Still the funniest gay website


I've blogged about it before, but now they have re-designed it as a blog, Lurid Digs discusses amateur porn profile photos on their aesthetic and artistic merits, paying particular attention to interior decoration linking it to a psycho-social analysis of the inhabitant. An absolute hoot, and definitely not safe for work.
A treat for that depressing Easter season!

April 05, 2007

Still haven't found what you were looking for?

The imagination of net surfers to search for the strangest keywords and questions, then landing on this blog, even boggles my mind. A sample:
- why does the Muslim religion seem be going by to the dark ages? Because it's still in the Dark Ages and the Renaissance and Enlightenment haven't happened for them yet.
- Turkish oil wrestling has homosexual roots? I dare you to say that to the fine young men involved when you next visit Turkey.
- tread lightly on other men's dreams
but you can boot my nightmares.
- well-lit gay porn. What porn and TV soap operas have in common cinematically is a lack of shadows and massive overhead lighting.
- hot 15 year old guy+atheist. They are rare as hen's teeth.
- Kagen Mullen, present job? Still in the brig for waving willies at cameras?
- adult male circumcision video clips. Please, seek professional help.

April 04, 2007

My Sweet Lord

The ChristoIslamoFascists are at it again against arty expressions of faith.
Cosimo Cavalaro, an American sculptor, has made a lifesize imago of Christ on the cross made entirely out of chocolate. A quite startling and moving image, especially since it (probably) is a much more accurate depiction of a crucified criminal in Roman times. He would have been naked on the cross instead of all those coy loincloths that are usually depicted in crucifixion imagery.

What a delicious and delicate fusion of faith and indulgence. And it baffles me Catholics would be offended by it. After all, aren't the communion wafers supposed to be Christ's body they eat? They might as well be made of chocolate. Perhaps then I would have kept my faith. And it would recruit a few young people.

Trainspotting has suddenly become a lot harder


This is truly awesome: the French TGV goes at 574.8kph.
Wellingtonians could commute to Auckland without having to spill their latte or miss out on their biscuits.

April 03, 2007

A gay frat house

New York University has accepted a chapter of Delta Lambda Phi, the American fraternity founded by gay men for all men. Good news, it seems, for all fun-loving, hormonally-charged male students who want to walk on the wild side of academic life. But, sadly, no:
"The NYU chapter, with 11 members, forbids hazing and incorporates an "education" rather than a "pledging" process that requires new recruits to know the fraternity's mission, memorize the Greek alphabet and learn Robert's Rules of Parliamentary Procedure. By offering fraternity brotherhood to gay men, it "breaks boundaries," according to chapter president Matt Maggiacomo."
Oh dear, how sad. Why else would you want to join a frat if it was not for all those pledge games? A politically correct frat does seem to me an oxymoron. But hey, this is America after all. The ABC TV report continues:
"The fraternity's mascot is the centaur, adapted from Greek mythology as the essence of masculinity — the Lambdas' version depicts a younger, clean-shaven man-horse with short hair. The fraternity motto is "Lambda men are making their presence known," and the Toast Song is "Once There Was a Mighty Man."
Forgive me for gagging. Now this is more like it:
"Last year at the University of Vermont, the Phi Gamma Delta fraternity was suspended for allegedly serving drinks to underage students and making prospective members wear cowboy outfits while they were taunted with homophobic language during a party that had a theme on the gay-based movie "Brokeback Mountain."
I prefer my men to behave like total boys when they're at college.

The cutest vegetarian alive

Now you can vote for the cutest vegetarian alive on the PETA website.
Some of them look most edible.