Today is a Good Day
..... at least as far as internet links are concerned. While the past weeks have supplied the "slouvaki made me do it" (which included an ouzo shout-out, holla) among other treasures, today's first - and greatest - find was the "best movie trailer" with Baron Davis and Steve Nash, which you can find here (Both links via TrueHoop). Let's be honest - this is hilarious. It also manages to fulfill the comedy stereotype that both Canadian and black dudes are funny. I'm now looking to the likes of Marko Jaric and Gregg Ostertag to make a move and smash that prejudice, but I'm not holding my breath.
Next comes this piece, courtesy of Snausages, that illustrates exactly why Ludacris is the best mainstream rapper: funny and poignant, his lyrics also convey a general feeling. Don't believe me? Try these lines:
Yeah I said it 'cause/
Bush is mentally handicapped/
Ball up all of his speeches/
And just throw them like candy wrap/
'cause what you talkin'/
I hear nothing even relevant/
and you the worst of all 43 Presidents
And that definitely leaves me looking forward to the new album, too. Also in music news, Optik Records is disbanding and the new Prinz Pi will have major label distribution - I'll vote favorably on both counts despite some concerns. (via hiphop.de and mzee.com)
The newest Uniwatch features this fantastic photo. It also reminds us that there was a time when the Pirates didn't just give away their talent for free, and actually aspired to - and succeeded in - winning games.
Then there is this article, which is one more example of Bush's blah blah but inactive attitude to human rights (remember when he made Darfur his thing?) but also shows that even those we consider too barbaric to be part of society learn: After Rwanda and Srebrenica, you better believe these fighters know what they're doing: By testing the international response to killing UN peacekeepers, they can now see nothing will be done against them regardless of their actions. As in the aforementioned examples, I believe this is a prelude a new and larger campaign of ethnic cleansing and/or genocide. I hope I'm wrong, but history suggests the opposite.
And finally, a piece that illustrates how the corporatization of our society negatively affects long term policy and undermines ethics in favor of profit. Another good example is the IOC, now backing down from any last claims on journalistic freedom and human rights originally conceded by China in order to win the 2008 games.
That's all for now, just thought I'd leave a short one to remember me by.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
So many topics….
….so little time, and even less internet. First order of business: changed the picture on the blog, thought this was appropriate. Obviously, it is appropriate because I’m traveling by bike. Also, it is shot by the Deutsches Eck in Koblenz, where the Mosel runs into the Rhein – for the oenophiles out there, this is to you what the Bombardero is to Maradona worshipers, except more German. And if you don’t know what an oenophile is, well that’s like saying ….saying…saying….fool, you just ignant! Back to what I was actually talking about, Deutsches Eck literally means “German corner” which really can’t be more than a glorified and amplified version of Willis’ corner – a visual guide, if you will?
Next order of business: The Karadzic arrest. This is fantastic news, very glad to hear it. And while we’re talking about international warrants from the Hague – beautiful and hospitable city, but a different blog post – I just want to laud the ICC for bringing charges against Omar……, the leader of Sudan. I know there’s a lot of criticism because haters are saying it could endanger the peace in Darfur, but really – what peace are they talking about? And indictments against civil war leaders in Uganda and more analogously in Sierra Leone (against then-President Robert Taylor) actually sped along conflict resolution and helped put both countries back on the path to stability and, inshalla, prosperity. And have you noticed who most those haters criticizing the indictment are? Let’s see… we have Mugabe in Zimbabwe, the Chinese government, the Russian government, Ghaddafi, Mubarak in Egypt – all democratic leaders whose human rights and rule-of-law records are beyond reproach. It baffles me what they could possibly be objecting to, they could never end up in that kind of a situation….
Finally, I’ll turn my attention to films. I’ve been “in” the cinema twice in the last two nights and saw two somewhat morbid but very good and touching films. Yesterday I saw a German-Japanese that carries the title “Kirschlblueten / Hanami.” Those are the German and Japanese words for cherry blossoms, respectively. At least I think that’s what hanami means, but I won’t know for certain until I ask Mrs. Liss, one of many questions I plan to ask her after this film. Also, one of the characters in the film claims that homelessness in Japan is a choice, which seems absurd: is this a cultural prejudice against society’s weakest members, or is the social safety net actually that strong?
The reason I put the in in quotation marks above is that last night, my parents and I went to Kino am See (“cinema at the lake”) here in Zurich, which is an open-air cinema that is temporarily installed during the summer, so weren’t technically in the cinema at all. Beyond the screen, which is folded upwards during the performance from its normal horizontal position on the lake, the area includes outdoor restaurants and bars by some of the best caterers and restaurants in Zurich. Although performances don’t begin until after 10 pm at this time of year, the gates open at 6.30 and the general admission means that by the time we arrived at 6.45, most of the seats had already been reserved with place cards, sweatshirts, blankets, bags, etc. However, you can leave again and return later for the performance, although we chose to eat there, overlooking the lake and watching the sunset, which colored the cumulus clouds above the distant peaks of the high alps (3000+ meters) in brilliant hues of yellow, orange, lilac and purple. During the performance itself the sky was clear, so that you could not only see lights shining around the lake and the romantically lit commercial ferries on the lake (part of the public transportation system, like trams and subways), but a beautiful star-studded sky above. I know other cities have outdoor films in the summer (London’s Cinema on the Green, DC’s Cinema on the Mall, whatever it’s called in NYC) but I doubt that the backdrop is as stunning, or that the organization is as relaxed yet perfectly executed as in Zurich. The movie we watched was “The Bucket List”, which like “Kirschblueten” is about fulfilling one’s lifelong dreams before passing away, both covering a time span of about 6 months, both witty and touching in their dialogue and action.
That’s all for now.
….so little time, and even less internet. First order of business: changed the picture on the blog, thought this was appropriate. Obviously, it is appropriate because I’m traveling by bike. Also, it is shot by the Deutsches Eck in Koblenz, where the Mosel runs into the Rhein – for the oenophiles out there, this is to you what the Bombardero is to Maradona worshipers, except more German. And if you don’t know what an oenophile is, well that’s like saying ….saying…saying….fool, you just ignant! Back to what I was actually talking about, Deutsches Eck literally means “German corner” which really can’t be more than a glorified and amplified version of Willis’ corner – a visual guide, if you will?
Next order of business: The Karadzic arrest. This is fantastic news, very glad to hear it. And while we’re talking about international warrants from the Hague – beautiful and hospitable city, but a different blog post – I just want to laud the ICC for bringing charges against Omar……, the leader of Sudan. I know there’s a lot of criticism because haters are saying it could endanger the peace in Darfur, but really – what peace are they talking about? And indictments against civil war leaders in Uganda and more analogously in Sierra Leone (against then-President Robert Taylor) actually sped along conflict resolution and helped put both countries back on the path to stability and, inshalla, prosperity. And have you noticed who most those haters criticizing the indictment are? Let’s see… we have Mugabe in Zimbabwe, the Chinese government, the Russian government, Ghaddafi, Mubarak in Egypt – all democratic leaders whose human rights and rule-of-law records are beyond reproach. It baffles me what they could possibly be objecting to, they could never end up in that kind of a situation….
Finally, I’ll turn my attention to films. I’ve been “in” the cinema twice in the last two nights and saw two somewhat morbid but very good and touching films. Yesterday I saw a German-Japanese that carries the title “Kirschlblueten / Hanami.” Those are the German and Japanese words for cherry blossoms, respectively. At least I think that’s what hanami means, but I won’t know for certain until I ask Mrs. Liss, one of many questions I plan to ask her after this film. Also, one of the characters in the film claims that homelessness in Japan is a choice, which seems absurd: is this a cultural prejudice against society’s weakest members, or is the social safety net actually that strong?
The reason I put the in in quotation marks above is that last night, my parents and I went to Kino am See (“cinema at the lake”) here in Zurich, which is an open-air cinema that is temporarily installed during the summer, so weren’t technically in the cinema at all. Beyond the screen, which is folded upwards during the performance from its normal horizontal position on the lake, the area includes outdoor restaurants and bars by some of the best caterers and restaurants in Zurich. Although performances don’t begin until after 10 pm at this time of year, the gates open at 6.30 and the general admission means that by the time we arrived at 6.45, most of the seats had already been reserved with place cards, sweatshirts, blankets, bags, etc. However, you can leave again and return later for the performance, although we chose to eat there, overlooking the lake and watching the sunset, which colored the cumulus clouds above the distant peaks of the high alps (3000+ meters) in brilliant hues of yellow, orange, lilac and purple. During the performance itself the sky was clear, so that you could not only see lights shining around the lake and the romantically lit commercial ferries on the lake (part of the public transportation system, like trams and subways), but a beautiful star-studded sky above. I know other cities have outdoor films in the summer (London’s Cinema on the Green, DC’s Cinema on the Mall, whatever it’s called in NYC) but I doubt that the backdrop is as stunning, or that the organization is as relaxed yet perfectly executed as in Zurich. The movie we watched was “The Bucket List”, which like “Kirschblueten” is about fulfilling one’s lifelong dreams before passing away, both covering a time span of about 6 months, both witty and touching in their dialogue and action.
That’s all for now.
Monday, July 21, 2008
A New Side to an Old Debate
As most of you probably know, I am strictly pro gun control. Why this is so, or at least two of the principal reasons I feel the second amendment of the US does not cover modern firearm possession, is that the right to “bear arms” at the time the Constitution was written had vastly different implications from modern firearm possession in two senses:
1. There were no (common) multi-round weapons that could be carried by individuals at the time of American independence. The revolver – which featured six shots between reloads – was not invented until the 1820/30s, and represented a tremendous leap forward in killing power over the heretofore common musket. Indeed, the musket required a fairly time consuming reload, and although I don’t know the exact amount of time, I believe even the best trained soldier could fire only about one round per minute. Today’s fully automated weapons can fire several rounds per second, and even simple firearms, such as a .22 hunting rifle, have multi-round clips, which means a deranged or angry person can harm – or kill – far more individuals with comparative ease.
While the framers of the Constitution believed that individual ownership of “arms” would help establish a “well-regulated militia” this was in part because farmers who were accustomed to using muskets could reload far more quickly than those who were not. In pitched battles where the soldiers literally stood across from each other on an open field, this made a tremendous difference. Today’s weapons, especially the AK-47 and its derivatives, no longer feature such a great difference, and moreover are easy enough that even children can easily be trained to use them to great efficacy.
2. Individual ownership of arms is often justified as a deterrent to government intrusion, or rather, as an individual’s last resort in the face of government assault. While this may have been true when it was musket versus musket, I believe the government-citizen power imbalance is far more pronounced today: our government not only has the ability to gather information from our genetics to financial information to personal conversations, but is know to have done so (the legality isn’t really of importance here, but the fact that they did so illegally and got away with it illustrates this point further). Moreover, satellite surveillance complements CCTV in our cities, our “security” apparati are manifold and technologies like GPS allow us to be identified by location at any location from anywhere in the world (hello OnStar) and attacked with massive remote weapons, from unmanned flying vehicles (drones) to ballistic missiles: we realistically do not have the power to escape government intrusion and assault…. at least not till we all have our personal missile defense system in the back yard. Thus, as far as I can tell, individual gun ownership does not actually protect us from the government in any way, it simply represents a threat to the other humans who share our living space, be it family, friends, neighbors, classmates, colleagues, or even just people from the same town or urban area (we needn’t know them personally).
If you are still reading this – which would be pleasant surprise, because I didn’t mean to go into such detail above – you are probably saying to yourself: “none of this is new, we’ve heard it all from you before, how does this relate to the title of this blog post?” Well, the answer is that the first day of my trip included an experience that gave me a new perspective on the issue of gun control. Well, not so much a new perspective as an experience that now allows me to empathize with those who believe gun control represents an overreaction by people and government to the irresponsible use of firearms by a small group. Here is what happened:
Keith (of Jabba the Huck, also headed to Windmill) and I decided to take the ferry from the UK to the Netherlands and then ride our bikes from Hoek van Holland (Hook of Holland) to the tournament site in Amsterdam. Upon arriving at the English port of Harwich and checking in for the ferry, my camping knife was confiscated as an illegal weapon. Why? Because it is a locking blade, which are illegal in the UK (remember that I was leaving the country!). Why are locking blades illegal, even though they represent a far safer knife for people who are camping because they won’t snap closed on your fingers? Because kids also use them for stabbing! Now, I could understand if I was walking through the center of London, carrying a knife, that this might be a problem. However, I was on a fully loaded touring bike, with tent, cooking equipment, etc. clearly visible, which makes it abundantly clear that I am using the knife for it’s intended purpose of food preparation and camping generally and not to kill people, a fact the customs agent even conceded. Moreover, the many restrictions on hunting knives in the UK are not accompanied by restrictions on kitchen knives: thus it is no surprise that the day before I left the UK, I came across a documentary that illustrated how kids are buying large kitchen knives (12") and using them for stabbings. Moreover, as these knives are extremely cheap - an 8" knife costs as little as 4 or 5 pounds - they are considered disposable by criminals. So, in reality we see that knife control on hunting and other specialty knives fails to achieve its intended aim when a cheaper, equally lethal alternative is easily available. This is particularly confusing to me as kitchen knives clearly have a fixed blade over 4 inches, thus violating both restrictions for hunting knives.
So, have I changed my opinion on gun control? The answer is no. Do I believe these restrictions on hunting and specialty knives should be reduced in the UK? Yes. How do I justify such apparently contradictory opinions? For me, there needs to be a balance between reasonable use and the danger to others around us: Can you explain to me an everyday situation that justifies having a firearm in the house? Especially an everyday situation that requires a loaded multi-shot weapon? I can't think of one. On the other hand, a kitchen knife is integral to a functioning household, and it is a short-range weapon when abused - no sniper, no school rampage. And this doesn't exclude the restriction of knife purchases: Why not make the purchase of all knives conditional on age, as few 14-year olds really need these knives for cooking, or if they do, their parents should be willing to purchase it for them. Moreover, by allowing for the responsible use of specialty knives in their proper context, we introduce our children into the difference between correct and incorrect use, instead of decrying a whole class of tools as inherently dangerous.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tomorrow: German Ultimate.... "Four Little Piggies"
Just thought I'd let all of you out there know I'll be playing a tournament in Marburg, Hessen, tomorrow. That marks the first time I'll be playing in Germany. A friend of mine who started playing at a German university and now plays in Frankfurt invited me to play.
It's a small 4-on-4 tournament, and I have to get up very very early to take the train there (about an hour from Frankfurt main station) but I'm psyched.
Here's the link. not much subbing....
Just thought I'd let all of you out there know I'll be playing a tournament in Marburg, Hessen, tomorrow. That marks the first time I'll be playing in Germany. A friend of mine who started playing at a German university and now plays in Frankfurt invited me to play.
It's a small 4-on-4 tournament, and I have to get up very very early to take the train there (about an hour from Frankfurt main station) but I'm psyched.
Here's the link. not much subbing....
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Windmill Windup Was Wonderful
Part II
So this post is about the actual ultimate that was played in Amsterdam, as well as the team. First off, I'd like to say that the level of competition - at least in the upper part of the standings - was quite good. This was to be both good and bad for our team, "Pookas."
For starters, it should be understood that this was basically a pick up team. Following UK nationals, Ben and I were in House 40 having a beer when both of us expressed dismay at having played our last tournament of the year. We also both expressed interest in Amsterdam based on what we'd hear of the tournament. In the next 5 minutes, we established a basic core of 5 or 6 player - Rickard being the first - and then filled out the roster via group emails within Ireland. Unfortunately the Ireland captain forbade the national players to participate, even though he played with us, so mainly we had people who no longer are playing for Ireland, are taking a year off from playing for Ireland, or are new up-and-comers. Plus me and Freshman Rob, who hasn't been a freshman in years but still brings that same cRAzY from back in the day when he steps on the pitch.
The level on our team was quite high, although we had trouble converting throughout the weekend. Contributing to this was the fact that we were an Irish team - and Irish teams do Irish things at night, and then they play Irish ultimate in the first game of the day a.k.a. they "represent" at the social events, and then have trouble with hangovers/tiredness in the first game. I think this was epitomized by the fact that D-Man couldn't play at all by the third day of games, sitting on the sideline and mumbling with a cooky crooked smile on his face. The greater issue was that we still had to establish a group dynamic, that we all play different systems, and thus our dump was kind of sketchy, leading to easy turnovers and unnecessary scores by the opponents.
Overall, however, we played some good ultimate and some bad, but mainly the former. We even pushed our way up into the top 8 for a minute there beore we were paired against the eventual winners of the tournament, whom we had to face for the first game of day 2. As it turned out, it was the German national team (DNT) playing under an assumed name (Inside Rakete), who were using this as a tune-up for Worlds in Vancouver. Unlike us, they arrived at the pitch well ahead of time and warmed up properly. Our groggyness (I believe I started the game with an untied cleat because we couldn't get enough people on the line) was noticable as they quickly dismembered us, resulting in the embarassing final score of 15-2. However, they handily won the final 15-6 and had a bunch of bagels throughout the weekend, so I guess we actually did respectibly against them.
For me presonally it was nice to play DNT so I could see where the bar is set if I want to make a push and try to play internationally. Basically, they have one amazing, tiny little Asian-German handler (Hans) surounded by a bunch of guys who look like me: all over six feet, slim, athletic. Unlike me they are in amazing shape, jump through the roof, have clearly sniffed an interval training in the past few months and they never stop running, just keep tearing the D down cut after cut. A bunch of them also have long, curly hair, which means I should either kidnap a player and assume his identity or get myself in shape if I want to play DNT. The first option sounds soooooo much easier....
But back to whatever I was talking about...... yes, team Pookas. A Pookas is an Irish ghost/spirit that most often appears in the form of a horse, and sometimes can spit fire from its nostrils. Unsurprisingly, this makes for a popular motíf in an ultimate scene where spirit is still valued above success (refreshing after playing in the US, but imagine the naíveté..... by thé wáy, do ýoú líke thése? Í dú, théý máke me féel so sophísticáted). As a whole, the team dynamic and tournament in general is fittingly described as "good craic" (pronounced "good crack"): We began shaping our team identity in the very first game, against the French masters team, when the sideline yelled following encouragement as a disc got hung up in the wind: "Get high!" Our success over the weekend eventually led to the modified call "Stay high!" which of course also carries a graffiti reference, fitting for a city as artistically innovative and progressive as the man himself. Basically, we went to go play a fun tournament without too many expectations for success, although we did all realize that we could make waves if we tried hard enough. When things went poorly, we laughed, when they went well, we celebrated. It was like playing TSGH before we took ourselves too seriously at Sectionals and imploded, and it was thoroughly enjoyable.
I'll stop here and if you have any further need for information, we can clarify this in the comments section. All of the above (and the other Windmill post) have already led to excited email exchanges about next year's Windmill, for which I want to put together a top-flight team comprised of people from the US, Ireland, and Germany who can ball for realzzzzz. Besides Ben, we already have at least one Irish national player lined up (Perfect Dave has given me a definite yes), and I'm confident I can get a few more (Cean, Tommy, Rickard), as well as the Eintracht Frankfurt captain. Add to that a few DC guys like Cracky, BiggieShorty, das Shelf, the Glove, Mr. Maki, Q.P. Live, Kazan, and you see where the team could go....... better reserve your spot early!
Part II
So this post is about the actual ultimate that was played in Amsterdam, as well as the team. First off, I'd like to say that the level of competition - at least in the upper part of the standings - was quite good. This was to be both good and bad for our team, "Pookas."
For starters, it should be understood that this was basically a pick up team. Following UK nationals, Ben and I were in House 40 having a beer when both of us expressed dismay at having played our last tournament of the year. We also both expressed interest in Amsterdam based on what we'd hear of the tournament. In the next 5 minutes, we established a basic core of 5 or 6 player - Rickard being the first - and then filled out the roster via group emails within Ireland. Unfortunately the Ireland captain forbade the national players to participate, even though he played with us, so mainly we had people who no longer are playing for Ireland, are taking a year off from playing for Ireland, or are new up-and-comers. Plus me and Freshman Rob, who hasn't been a freshman in years but still brings that same cRAzY from back in the day when he steps on the pitch.
The level on our team was quite high, although we had trouble converting throughout the weekend. Contributing to this was the fact that we were an Irish team - and Irish teams do Irish things at night, and then they play Irish ultimate in the first game of the day a.k.a. they "represent" at the social events, and then have trouble with hangovers/tiredness in the first game. I think this was epitomized by the fact that D-Man couldn't play at all by the third day of games, sitting on the sideline and mumbling with a cooky crooked smile on his face. The greater issue was that we still had to establish a group dynamic, that we all play different systems, and thus our dump was kind of sketchy, leading to easy turnovers and unnecessary scores by the opponents.
Overall, however, we played some good ultimate and some bad, but mainly the former. We even pushed our way up into the top 8 for a minute there beore we were paired against the eventual winners of the tournament, whom we had to face for the first game of day 2. As it turned out, it was the German national team (DNT) playing under an assumed name (Inside Rakete), who were using this as a tune-up for Worlds in Vancouver. Unlike us, they arrived at the pitch well ahead of time and warmed up properly. Our groggyness (I believe I started the game with an untied cleat because we couldn't get enough people on the line) was noticable as they quickly dismembered us, resulting in the embarassing final score of 15-2. However, they handily won the final 15-6 and had a bunch of bagels throughout the weekend, so I guess we actually did respectibly against them.
For me presonally it was nice to play DNT so I could see where the bar is set if I want to make a push and try to play internationally. Basically, they have one amazing, tiny little Asian-German handler (Hans) surounded by a bunch of guys who look like me: all over six feet, slim, athletic. Unlike me they are in amazing shape, jump through the roof, have clearly sniffed an interval training in the past few months and they never stop running, just keep tearing the D down cut after cut. A bunch of them also have long, curly hair, which means I should either kidnap a player and assume his identity or get myself in shape if I want to play DNT. The first option sounds soooooo much easier....
But back to whatever I was talking about...... yes, team Pookas. A Pookas is an Irish ghost/spirit that most often appears in the form of a horse, and sometimes can spit fire from its nostrils. Unsurprisingly, this makes for a popular motíf in an ultimate scene where spirit is still valued above success (refreshing after playing in the US, but imagine the naíveté..... by thé wáy, do ýoú líke thése? Í dú, théý máke me féel so sophísticáted). As a whole, the team dynamic and tournament in general is fittingly described as "good craic" (pronounced "good crack"): We began shaping our team identity in the very first game, against the French masters team, when the sideline yelled following encouragement as a disc got hung up in the wind: "Get high!" Our success over the weekend eventually led to the modified call "Stay high!" which of course also carries a graffiti reference, fitting for a city as artistically innovative and progressive as the man himself. Basically, we went to go play a fun tournament without too many expectations for success, although we did all realize that we could make waves if we tried hard enough. When things went poorly, we laughed, when they went well, we celebrated. It was like playing TSGH before we took ourselves too seriously at Sectionals and imploded, and it was thoroughly enjoyable.
I'll stop here and if you have any further need for information, we can clarify this in the comments section. All of the above (and the other Windmill post) have already led to excited email exchanges about next year's Windmill, for which I want to put together a top-flight team comprised of people from the US, Ireland, and Germany who can ball for realzzzzz. Besides Ben, we already have at least one Irish national player lined up (Perfect Dave has given me a definite yes), and I'm confident I can get a few more (Cean, Tommy, Rickard), as well as the Eintracht Frankfurt captain. Add to that a few DC guys like Cracky, BiggieShorty, das Shelf, the Glove, Mr. Maki, Q.P. Live, Kazan, and you see where the team could go....... better reserve your spot early!
Monday, July 07, 2008
Windmill Windup Was Wonderful
Part I
OK, so for the first of the more eurocentric blog posts, I've decided to write about a topic that most my (American) readers understand as well or better than myself: the sport of ultimate frisbee. Particularly, I'll write about Windmill Windup 2008.
Windmill Windup is one of Europe's premier tournaments, for many different reasons:
- The organization was amazing. We'll begin with a look inside the team bags: Inside, a large number of goodies could be found, as well as the tournament manual, a useful tool to have as it included information not only on game times and locations, but on the city itself, the night activities at the tournament, food options, bicycle rental (it's Holland, after all, and they ride their bikes more than Kobe rides his teammates), etc. One of the goodies was a tournament disc..... for each player. Being as that the design is sweet - the profile of an Asian elephant with a bomb strapped to the back - and available in a bunch of colors, that was a kind keepsake. Moreover, the organizers had purchased a number of pre-rolled joints for each team, a gift that was supplemented by...... a Windmill! Now, if you don't know what a Windmill is, please picture a traditional four-bladed windmill; next, replace each of the blades with a joint, all of which are lit simultaneously and must be rotated (like a windmill) while smoking so they burn evenly. Those things are tough to make, and it turned out ours didn't work very well when the team fired it up during the final (we weren't playing). However, as it turned out the most impressive aspect was that one guy had made all of them, and he was given a well-deserved special tournament shoutout the night before. If you consider there were close to 50 teams, each team got one, meaning he rolled 4 joints for every team, plus 50 connectors, not to mention rolling filters, prepping everything - rumor has it he took time off work in Copenhagen, flew down a week ahead of time and got it done. The man is a champ, and if you ever meet a lookalike of Kep's friend Utah with blond hair, make sure you congratulate him on a job well done. And for you professional recruiters out there, the Cuban cigar factories should hire this guy. It still boggles my mind that one person did all of that...
- The tournament had also moved from its traditional spot, and despite this the facilities were impressive: massive amounts of fields, both natural and artificial, with nearby showers and camping on-site, as well as a huge Oktoberfest-tent that could fit nearly all the players (1000+) for the nightly parties made up the main site. Inside this tent til whatever time I went to bed (3? 4? 5? No one knew what time things had ended the night before) you could also purchase more sophisticated foods during the day, and I don't believe their beer tap ever was turned off, as it seemed to run whenever I walked into the tent, from breakfast unThere also were satellite fields, for which there were team buses, where they would make sure to find the team, escort it to the bus, get all the players on, and get them to the fields for a punctual game. Then there was free breakfast every day, with enough extra to make lunch out of, meaning big food savings (Dutch food is rather expensive, and not very good - they can't even get a damn döner/shwarma right) and minimal complication, and one of the evenings we got a huge free meal of something really really delicious, although I can't remember what it was, although I do believe I indulged in at least one vegetarian Korma, and a good 4 or 5 brownies, which were among the best ever made*. This food was prepared in a huge converted 1960s bus, made from organic and local produce, and they had been cooking since I woke up around 9 in the morning. However, my frequent return trips for multiple servings left me feeling a bit like House.
- Moreover, the organizers had EM (European Championship) games on in one of the buildings - actually, a bar next to the fields - and projected the Holland match onto the tent roof, and they had a steel drum band play one of the night-time parties. During the day time there was music on almost all pitches, all pitches were lined and had cones, and the tournament board featured all kinds of information on various games. This last point was particulalry important, as Windmill uses the Swiss draw format: The basic idea is that instead of pools, teams play each other based on previous performance during the tournament, with each team receiveing points for each game (based on score differential), and then playing another team with an equal (or nearly equal) point total. The details are here, but the idea is to create as many close games as possible, where every game is played to 15 without a time cap. Effectively, you don't know what team you will be playing next until about 15 minutes before the match, which is interesting psychologically, as there is no game du jour and every point counts, whether you are winning or losing. I certainly enjoyed these games.
- Free massage and physiotherapy (which I forgot to take advantage of! What an idiot!)
- Evenings also included what is supposedly the largest game of MingleMingle in the world (it was awesome watching, but next year I'll participate) and some other foolish games. All in all, one of the best tournaments I've ever played in, surpassing Mars and at least on par with Poultry Days, although I would choose Windmill everytime because of the location, international diversity, unique format, and amazing spirit, all of which combine to make it a more fun tournament, in my opinion.
As this post is becoming rather long, and I need to go out to the garden to pick fresh berries for Inge (my aunt) and my desserts, I will end it here and continue with the description of our team and the actual play in a second post, which hopefully will follow in the next days. I'll also invite my teammates to comment on the posts once they're finished.
*The hard day of ultimate may have influenced my perceiption here. I'm pretty sure you could serve ultimate players cat food at the end of the day, and they'd be happy. But this food really was amaying, and if I remember correctly the company's profits go to a charitable cause, plus the cooks were really nice, and it's always great to have your food handed to you by a smiling person.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
Holy Smokes!
It' been a long time since I posted. Sorry about that, let's just say the past months have been busy and stressful (exams, resit exams), disappointing (exams), busy again (leaving Dublin, visiting the US), and finally, busy and relaxing (Netherlands/bike tour).
In lieu of any other information I will post a preliminary biking schedule here so all of you out there have an idea of what I may be doing the next few weeks:
Today :: Düsseldorf
Sunday (and possibly Monday) :: Solingen
8 July :: Cologne
9/10 :: Cologne to Mainz by bike
10/11 :: Mainz
12-16 :: Frankfurt area (instead of Splash!)
16 :: train from FFM to Zürich
16 - 20 :: Zürich
21 .... :: ?
Ideas? Going to be around/naerby? Let me know!
It' been a long time since I posted. Sorry about that, let's just say the past months have been busy and stressful (exams, resit exams), disappointing (exams), busy again (leaving Dublin, visiting the US), and finally, busy and relaxing (Netherlands/bike tour).
In lieu of any other information I will post a preliminary biking schedule here so all of you out there have an idea of what I may be doing the next few weeks:
Today :: Düsseldorf
Sunday (and possibly Monday) :: Solingen
8 July :: Cologne
9/10 :: Cologne to Mainz by bike
10/11 :: Mainz
12-16 :: Frankfurt area (instead of Splash!)
16 :: train from FFM to Zürich
16 - 20 :: Zürich
21 .... :: ?
Ideas? Going to be around/naerby? Let me know!
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