Looks like them rioters are at it again

Have you been keeping up with the news as of late? It seems that during my solo Netherlandic saga, my home-away-from-home-away-from-home (Budapest, Grand Rapids, Bradford) is, again, in flames.

On my way to the airport last Saturday, I was at Deak Tér and saw this display that'd been set up as part of the 50th anniversary of the Revolution of '56. I took some pictures, and while browsing through them a few days ago, some of the things I'd photographed seemed oddly familiar.

Have you seen this somewhere before?

Or this ?

How about these ?

Ok, so there wasn't quite the burning-car sensation that there was a few weeks ago. But when someone hijacks an over 50-year-old tank that's on display and starts driving it around, I think that qualifies as newsworthy beyond the traditional rock throwing/tear gas/water cannons fare, don't you think?

I was about to make a joke about missing out on all the fun again, but there's nothing fun about getting caught in the middle of a situation like this. Remember, all this gets started not by people concerned about democracy and representation, but by out-of-control football (read: soccer) fans whose prime goal in life is to be featured on the 6:00 news. These people are scary. Trust me; while taking the subway last week I mistakenly got on a car where a bunch of them were collecting already, on their way to a game. They were no fun to be around, and this was when they were in a good mood and at least still somewhat sober (they were already knocking back swigs from cans of beer they all had). I'd much rather be here in the Netherlands, wandering from city to city not knowing where or when my next meal or shower will be. I may have dodged a rubber bullet there.

Actually, I've pretty well got the rest of the week figured out, with the exception of Sunday night. I want to see Maastricht, but there's no cheap accommodation there, so I might just stay in Antwerp or something.

Requisite links:
- Riots in Hungary blog
-News articles 1 , 2 , 3

So this is Nederland...

My Netherlandic voyage has started. You may wonder if Netherlandic is a word; well rest assured that according to Wikipedia, linguists and historians are debating that right now.

At the moment I'm at the home of Jan and Tjitske (my mom's cousin) Bos, in the town of Veenendaal, about 45 minutes north of Eindhoven, where I flew in tonight. They were nice enough to pick me up straight from the airport, although I was quite prepared to take the train from there on my own. It's a nice house, straight out of an Ikea catalogue, and looking very good for having been built in the 1930s. Their two kids have grown up and moved out, so it's just the two of them and their little dog, cute right down to the friendly sniffing and the cone around its head.

In my head, I always saw this country as being a much larger version of the area around and inside my paternal grandparents' house, so this was a bit jarring. It shouldn't have been, I know. I've only been here a few hours, but already I can see a lot of differences between western and eastern Europe. For one, while driving down the highway, everything looks like it was just installed or painted last summer. If you're from Toronto, you can think of it as every highway looking like the 407. The bus shelters are all lit, graffiti-free, and the exact opposite of the wooden shack bus stops I saw in Poland. There's rail lines everywhere, and even in the dark it's clear that they get a much larger chunk of funds from the government than they do at home. The van I rode in, a Renault (a French company), was unlike anything I've ever been in. A huge, two-paned sunroof. Its console is all along the dashboard just below the windshield, instead of behind the steering wheel. There's individual temperature controls for each passenger, with digital readouts of the target temperature, in Celsius, of course. Keyless entry. Not by a remote with buttons, but by proximity. All you have to do is walk up to the car, it unlocks. Sit in the driver's seat and press the Start button, and it starts.

Of course, if the vehicle is running Windows, then it shuts down.

That's a joke. Humour me here.

So, it's not even midnight, but I ate a rather large meal, so I'm feeling rather done right now. Tomorrow I attend an all-Dutch church service. Yes, I won't understand any of the sermon; but no matter, it'll feel just like home.

[Update: the wireless internet connection here crapped out around midnight, so I had to post this long after I wrote it.]

Inventory II

So I just learned today that carbohydrates make you tired, so if you have them for lunch, you'll probably feel the need for a nap later. Looking up the appropriate Wikipedia entry, I found that the following foods are high in carbohydrates: breads, pastas, beans, potatoes, bran, rice, and cereals. I then took a quick look at what foods are currently on my shelf. Right now, I have:

  • 1 bag of pasta
  • 1 packet of "Vifon" soup (it's like Ramen or Mr. Noodles)
  • 1 shard of bread, which has since been finished off
  • 2 jars of jam
  • 1 jar of Nutella
  • 6 potatoes
  • 2 bags of cereal, Econo-Size
  • 4 rice cakes
  • 1/2 cup of rice

Wow. No wonder I'm tired all the time. I need more fruits. I just finished that last half of grapefruit this afternoon and had three small potatoes, boiled, for dinner. And some coffee left in the pot from this morning, hoping maybe the caffiene and carbohydrates would cancel each other out. What it seems to be doing instead is making me tired but unable to fall asleep.

I think I'll pick up some apples tomorrow morning, and grab a buffalo burger (or equivalent) at the airport, because I've had very little meat these last few weeks. Hot dogs, and that's about it. And hot dogs barely qualify as meat anyways. Oh didn't I mention it? I'm leaving for The Netherlands tomorrow; I'm going on a 10-day solo tour of the country. I hope to stay with relatives and just see the country in general. I haven't made any nitpicky plans, other than that I'll probably tour the country starting near Arnhem and go counter-clockwise from there. My plane doesn't leave until the mid-afternoon tomorrow, meaning I leave the dorm around 1:00, so I can sleep in if I need to.

That's odd... my one water bottle smells like Orange-Glo, even though I just cleaned it.

Anyway, I'll try to post updates and pictures while I'm on the road - maybe a video clip or two. Can you think of anything I should check out while I'm there? Post a comment.

The contents of my fridge

We have a fridge, larger than most dorm fridges, in our dorm room. As of 10/19/2006, it contains:
  • 1 tub of margarine
  • 1 1L carton of milk
  • 1 jar of Hellman's mayonnaise
  • 1 bottle of some sort of salad dressing
  • 9 boxes of insulin bottles (Cory's)
  • 1 box of allergy serum (with data sheet)
  • 1 bottle of "quality semi-sweet white wine"
  • 1 tomato (in a plastic bag)
  • 1 onion
  • 1 container of a mysterious dip, labeled only in Hungarian
  • 1 carton of "Golden Valley" orange juice, unopened
  • 1 package of "aromatic" cheese I found in the discount bin at Auchan (half-finished)
  • 1 carton of brown eggs (2 left)
  • 1/2 of a grapefruit, in a bowl
  • 1 small metal spoon
  • 1 block of dubious-looking parmesan cheese
In the freezer compartment:
  • 1 bag of 7 slices of slightly-mouldy bread
  • 8 hot dogs
  • 1 bag of spinach leaves
  • lots and lots of ice buildup
On top:
  • 1 towel
  • 1 plate
  • 1 cheese slicer
  • 2 spoons
  • 1 bowl
  • 5 empty wine bottles, all green-coloured
  • 1 bottle of pure olive oil
  • 3 ceramic mugs
  • 1 CUPPS mug (green)
Magneted to the side:
  • 1 mini-calendar, "Classic Trains" theme
  • 1 leaflet from the protests at Parliment, written in Hungarian (meaning unknown)
  • 1 semester calendar, still open to September
Wedged between the fridge and the wall:
  • 12 flattened boxes of various types, mostly cereal boxes
  • 18 empty plastic bottles
  • 3 empty Stella Artois cans
  • 3,227 empty bottles of Heineken
  • 2 empty Mountain Dew cans

I, for one, welcome our new Apple overlords.

I have this MacBook with a built-in video camera, ready for video chats and fun stuff like that. Unfortunately, I knew no one else with similar hardware... until sister & brother-in-law got a new 17" iMac. Not only did video chatting work on the first try, I was connected wirelessly, allowing me to roam the girls' apartment in which I was sitting!

Still, after the novelty has worn off, you find yourself sitting staring at each other wondering, "So now what?" In those cases, it's best to get other people into the room to wave hello or fawn over how awesome the technology is. Neither was much of an option for me. Oh well.

I just can't believe they've already had SNOW at home. It's only begun to feel chilly around here, and even then, only in the mornings and evenings. "Thousands of Niagra homes still without power after blizzard" was not a headline I expected to see this time of year.

And in case you missed it, on the 11th of October, the main page of Calvin's web site featured a link to an album full of pictures I've taken so far this semester! Although the pictures were credited to me, they didn't include a link back to this website. Considering how little I actually talk Hungary, I can't really blame them. Yes, sorry to anyone who checks back here faithfully, hoping to read about what life is like here, and finds only editorials. Really, Emily seems to have the periodical journal thing covered already. (Check it out, she's posted some of my pics from our Canadian Thanksgiving dinner.)

This post is for Ben

Ben, I know I promised you a long time ago that I'd pound out my thoughts on those topics you mentioned and get them to you. That was on the 21st of September. Obviously I'm a little behind in my correspondence, but if it makes you feel any better, I'm also behind with corresponding with everyone else. I'm also cross-posting this to my own weblog, because I know of others who are interested in hearing about this.
So: my thoughts on the emergent church movement. The impression I get from other people and places, both in person and on the web, is that it's an independent, decentralized movement by mostly young or young-ish people who are dissatisfied with the traditional church, or the particular church they grew up in. There's any number of reasons for this. A big one, I'm sure, is that people of this movement feel that the church they grew up in is no longer a place where they can really meet God. Or maybe some have seen their church turn into a place of exclusion and condemnation instead of welcoming and acceptance, as it should be. They may feel that their church is pushing them to fit a certain mould, think a certain way, to be someone who they are obviously not. Or maybe their church has simply had all the life sucked out of it and is no longer a place where dialogue can happen.
Some established churches have seen this trend and have been working to reverse it. How can we attract the youth, they ask? Or at least retain those who we already have? Maybe our music isn't modern enough. If we had a worship team, some guitars and drums every few services, would that pull them in?
Nope. As we all know from Psych 101, "correlation does not imply causation".
Allow me to explain. (This is where I go off talking about modern worship music, but I will return to the earlier discussion about the church in general.) It's a fact that churches that you and I really like happen to have that "modern" kind of worship music played. Centrepointe, Worship Out Of The Box, Scum of the Earth, and many more all fall into this category. But we go to those kinds of places not because of the music they offer, but because they have real community. Sorry, I should emphasize that: they have REAL COMMUNITY. Just because the churches we like have modern music, doesn't mean it's because of the music that we attend.
I like singing hymns, I always have. That kind of music will not drive the youth away, and newer-style music will not bring them in either. At Calvin, my good friend Laura would attend a very traditional church each Sunday morning, one which happened to offer real community; and LOFT in the evenings, where most of the songs we sing have been written in the last 30 years, to the accompaniment of guitars, drums, and any number of other instruments. To think that the type of music determines whether youth will show up is based on pure fallacy.
What's more, when a "hymns church" tries to become a "praise team" church, the result is usually as painful to witness as seeing one's parents trying to crowdsurf, and for the same reason: different groups of people are naturally good at different kinds of things, and sometimes, it just isn't possible for crossover to happen gracefully. And that's an understatement. These new churches worship with that style of music because that's what its members are good at. It's just not pleasant to be at a service where a worship team has been unceremoniously inserted into what is so obviously a congregation that's geared towards more traditional forms of music.
Now I realize that this kind of mashup of old with new usually happens like this: Young people in the church grow up. Young people want to contribute to the service in ways they're familiar with, usually by leading a few praise songs on occasion. The administration, not wanting to turn down the suggestion but also not wanting to make changes that are too radical, allows for those kind of songs to be integrated into services now and then. Everyone's happy right?
Wrong. The style of music of a worship service is inextricably linked to the worship service itself. You can't expect to replace hymns with a praise team and expect the result to be graceful. Not only do you have a confusing pace of high-tempo songs right next to ones of solemnity, you also have people pulling in mic stands from the side, then moving them back, then pulling them out again, plus instruments and sound equipment all over the front (stage?), which probably doesn't match the church's decor at all. The result is a very awkward and disjointed service which, by trying to please everyone, ends up pleasing no one.
Instead, the order of worship and even the worship space needs to work with the music to create a place where worship can happen. Look at how LOFT at Calvin does it: the stage is in the center with people on three or even all four sides, there's songs at the beginning and at the end and that's it, someone in the worship team leads the service rather than constantly exchanging the role with the pastor, the order of the service is well-rehearsed and carried out smoothly, and all the songs are of a consistent style. Oh, and the worship team is skilled. That's important. If it's a chapel service during the week, all the same things apply: the songs are of a consistent style whether they're newer or older, and there's a definite leader for each service, whether it's the person giving the message or not.
But that's enough about that. What's more important than how well the music is done at a church is whether or not it offers real community for its members. It's hard to describe what real community in a church looks like, but I have a few ideas for signs that it exists...
  • being invited over to someone's for no reason
  • debating the PS3 vs. the Wii with the pastor
  • offering and being offered rides to & from services for people without cars (like me!)
  • opportunities for getting involved in the church instead of just being another butt in a pew
  • church get-togethers for baseball games, some project in the community, or helping someone move; not just Bible studies
  • you knowing everyone's names, and all of them knowing yours (the smaller the church, the more likely this is to happen)
  • you wanting to bring all your friends with you next week so they can share in what you're experiencing
Let me also get one thing straight: having people from a "welcoming team" seek out and forcibly greet any new faces they see is not a substitute for real community. Have you ever been to a church like this? It just reeks of shallowness, even if they really are being sincere. Not only does that reveal an apathy towards new people in existing church members, it absolves them of any responsibility for reaching out. If everyone in the church were already willing to step outside their comfort zone and make newcomers feel welcome, there wouldn't be a need for a welcoming team in the first place.
I can't end this discussion without mentioning the sermon. I think that having long, dry, and repetitive sermons with no clear point, no life applicability, and nothing worth remembering is one of the most reliable ways of driving youth and visitors away from a church. It wasn't until I got to college that I first experienced attending a service where I was able to follow what the pastor was talking about, and even understand enough of it to talk about it afterwards! I'm not a seminary student, but some of what I've heard at churches is just beyond my reach. I don't come to church to be entertained, but I also don't come to be bored out of my tree either.
So back to the emergent church movement. This is not another denomination, not another flag for us to fly. This is simply a label for a fresh way of thinking, and it can happen in any existing denomination. The driving force should be a desire for dialogue and understanding. Hallmarks of this movement include listenable sermons, real community, and casual dress. Why casual dress? Because dialogue is fostered best when people are all on the same level, and not dressed up and worrying about what other people will think. Churches should not be interested in turning us into "good kids" or creating a bubble for us by dictating what we can & can't say, watch, hear, and read; instead, they should be teaching us how to analyze the world around us and therefore make decisions for ourselves. For that to happen, a church needs to have an atmosphere of dialogue, not one of close-mindedness. You may have already noticed that criticism of the church is mounting on numerous fronts, and it's up to us to respond by pushing the church towards being effective at addressing those criticisms and into an agent for positive change.
Further reading:
(Feel free to sound off in the comments.)

More irrelevant irreverence

Another crazy weekend trip came and went, I blinked, and suddenly it was the end of my school week. You remember that I only have classes up through Wednesday, right? Anyways, we had the option of taking yet another trip with János this weekend to Croatia, but I've decided to sit that one out, as many others are. This'll be my "breather" weekend. Not to say I won't be going anywhere - I just won't be straying too far from the city. (Unlike Annaliese, who is going to Paris. Isn't that nuts how we can just pop over to a place like Paris for a weekend, essentially on a whim?)

When we returned from Poland on Sunday night, I was disappointed to find that our internet connection was again not working. A day later, I was mystified when I found out that it worked fine in the girls' rooms, one floor down. Yesterday, with it still not working, I started to write out a note to whoever the system admin might be, asking when our connection would be restored. I didn't know who this person is or where they could be found, but I figured I could find that out later.

After writing the first two words, it struck me that I'd never followed these cables to their other end. So I did just that. Out the door, along the wall down the hall to the computer room, through the wall... and on the other side, I found two dangling plugs, hanging off the wall about two feet away from the router they used to be plugged into. Click and click, we're online again.

The funny thing is, some have described my solving of the problem as "genius". I actually feel quite stupid for not trying the obvious "is it even plugged in?" thread earlier. This has plagued me before, and it won't be the last time. It happens to the best of us.

I also discovered that for some odd reason, only the two rooms on our floor where Calvin students live have network cables available. Suddenly I feel like some priviledged outsider. I'm wondering why we get the special treatment?

I'm sitting on a sidewalk café right where the 4 and the 6 trams run, and I swear these guys beside me are in the Hungarian Mafia. Of course you haven't heard of this organization, because the first rule of Hungarian Mafia is... alright, I'll stop, that joke is overused already.

On to less interesting matters: after a considerable amount of fiddling, I have mostly replaced using flickr to show my photos online with a PHP script that looks for images in a server directory and displays them online in an easily navigable format. I've linked to it via the Photos Page button in the sidebar, or from here. By "mostly", I mean I haven't been able to replicate flickr's ability to publish new photos to an RSS feed, though I'm working on it, even though I'm sure no one will take advantage of it. And my own custom "anti-flickr" sidebar badge, made by hacking the original badge's code, doesn't have clickable links to the original images. At this point I've yet to actually post more than a few photos to that page. But posting is as easy as copying a folder to the server, so you should see many more pics on it soon, both mine and (hopefully) other people's. In the meantime, here's my new photo album on Facebook, entitled "Hungary - Settling In".

Finally, more commentary about the civil unrest that's been going on in this city: if you're trying to draw parallels between today and 1956, there are few to be had, as this article makes clear. Even so, it was still deemed newsworthy enough to get a mention on The Daily Show a while back. Watch and learn.