52 book challenge - July

So I'm back from London, the City that... has a lot of rain? It doesn't really have a snappy nickname, like The Big Apple or The City of Lights. Apparently, the most-used nickname is "The Big Smoke", which may or may not be very apt, as I couldn't really see any smoke through all the rain.

Anyway, we spent a lot of time in museums, and not a lot of time reading, so my book list didn't really grow that much during this particular holiday. I'll have to make that up during our camping trip to France in the coming weeks.
The standings are as follows:
24 The Talented Mr Ripley - Patricia Highsmith
25 Starter for Ten - David Nicholls
26 Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - John le Carre
27 De Aanslag (The Assault) - Harry Mulisch

I am nearly finished with Speaking with the Angel, a short story collection by Nick Hornby, but I don't think I'll finish that this month. But, still, I'm more than halfway! And today's week number is 31, so I'm still just four books behind, which I can easily catch up on.
Some varied reading this month. The Talented Mr Ripley should probably be seen as a classic, as it is from 1955 and hasn't really been out of print since. I hadn't read any Ripley novels before and fell asleep during the film, but the story gripped me. I'm not really into crime novels, but this one had a nice psychological edge to it that made it interesting. Also, part of it takes place in Venice, which seems to be a favourite place for lots of literary characters these days (the protagonists of Us and The Discovery of Heaven also find themselves in Venice at some point).
Starter for Ten is something completely different, but one of my favourite books of those I've read so far this year. I'm a big fan of University Challenge and had already seen the film (with James McAvoy! And Benedict Cumberbatch! And they're so young!), so I was familiar with the plot, but Nicholls writing style is just the best. It is a very comical story, but has a very serious class-conscious undertone that comes out better in the novel.
Another novel I'd already seen the film of was Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, my second John le Carre novel. Now I didn't really understand or follow the film properly, so I was counting on le Carre's beautiful writing style (as discovered in The Spy Who Came in From the Cold), and it was another gem. The first few chapters leave you utterly confused, as he starts in the middle of everything and doesn't explain who people are or where they are or what they are doing or why, but slowly you get to discover all the pieces and put them together. It's written like the puzzle George Smiley has to construct: who is the mole hiding in the British secret service? Somehow you do figure it out just slightly ahead of Smiley, so you can feel a bit smug about yourself even while you are wondering how you ever got there.
And finally I read one of the great Dutch classics, The Assault, by Harry Mulisch. I couldn't really get through his The Discovery of Heaven, but The Assault is much thinner and much better written. I won't give away too much, but it's about the Second World War and it's kind of another puzzle, only this time, the protagonist doesn't really want to solve it, he just sort of gets pulled in. Most of my classmates read this book in secondary school, but I was trying to be anti-snob by not reading any novels by Mulisch or his famous contemporaries. Which leaves me in the happy position of being able to discover and read them, and probably appreciate them better, now.

So, just one more week, and then we're off to the south of France to do some camping, and a looot of catch-up reading!

London calling

And if the point I made in my last post needed any more proof: I know that there is a song called London Calling, I think I even know the melody, but I couldn't tell you for sure who it's by if my life depended on it. I would probably have said The Police, which a short Google action told me is very wrong, although at least I was in the right decade (it's by The Clash, for those other non-music knowers).
Anyway, to get to the point of this post; I'm flying to London this afternoon, to spend a long city trip weekend there with a friend. The great thing about this is that we share a lot of the same interests, so we want to visit the same places (with biggest bookshop in Europe highest on our list). Even though the weather is going to be typical English downpours, we'll be entertaining ourselves in Westminster Abbey, the National Gallery, the British Museum, the Museum of Natural History, and all those other great (and indoor) places. And we'll be seeing Richard II at the Globe, very probably while getting thoroughly soaked in the rain, but who cares.
The interesting thing about this will be that the maximum amount of time we've spent in each other's company up until now is about twelve hours, so we'll see how much we still like each other after five whole days. I think it's going to be okay, but you never know; being too much alike can also backfire.
We're flying from Groningen Airport, which is one of the smallest in the Netherlands, with a (cheap, Belgian) company I'd never heard of until I booked the tickets, so we'll also see how that goes. I tried checking in online yesterday, but the thing flat out refused me, so I hope the airport staff will be able to help us out. Also, we're not landing anywhere near London, but in Southend, and will then take a train to the capital.
It all kinda feels like backpacking again; not being able to arrange your stuff through the Internet, relying on unknown public transport after landing, staying in a hostel... To quote the Hobbit film reference: we're going on an adventure!

Spotify

I am usually not one of those ‘early adopters’, who jump onto a technological bandwagon just as it’s taking off. I didn’t get a smartphone until most people around me were already on their second or third. When everybody was starting to get into digital photography, I got another analogue camera. And I still like to write most things by hand, instead of using my phone, computer or tablet.

So it may not come as a surprise that I didn’t discover Spotify until February this year, when enough people had bugged me about it (and enough colleagues were happily immersed in their music while working). Until then, I’d been adding specific music files to my smartphone, and playing that selection randomly through the general Samsung music app. But with Spotify, the possibilities were endless!

It reminded me of using Rhythmbox (for Linux) on my computer; all the music I could ever need, neatly organized by artist or album, or just one long list I could put on shuffle. Only without the fuss of having to tag the songs properly (yes, I am one of those neat freaks who has to remove the masses of underscores or “XOXO from Juan in Brazil” comments, and put in the right numbers, titles and genres, including proper capitalization). Not all the music I want is on there (no The Beatles, for example), but then again I couldn’t (illegally) download all the music I wanted to, so no big difference there.

So I’ve added all my regular artists, who I’ve listened to and loved for many years now, including Counting Crows, Goo Goo Dolls, Train, Alanis Morissette, and some other nice 90s flashbacks such as Lifehouse, Krezip, Robbie Williams and Blink 182. To which I added some film soundtracks (Amelie, 500 Days of Summer) and some separate numbers that I cherish (Solisbury Hill by Peter Gabriel, for example). And that was mostly that. Apart from leeching on those more musically knowledgeable friends who actually put together playlists, that is. And stealing lone numbers from those playlists, and adding those to my growing collection of songs to be played in shuffle mode.

But the whole idea of Spotify, or that’s how it was sold to me, is that you discover new music. Whenever you click on an artist, Spotify tells you about similar artists, who make similar music. Which is how you discover new bands you like, and new songs, and broaden your musical horizon.

Only it doesn’t really work that way for me. One reason, probably, is that I have absolutely no memory for song or band names. There are very few songs I can name from memory, and even with most Counting Crows songs I have to wait for the chorus to start before I’m completely sure what the title is, even though I’ve probably heard that song about 200 times. I can’t recognize most artists, and often have to use the music recognition app on my phone to be sure who’s playing on the radio. When people mention songs or artists to me, or I hear a song on the radio and like it, I won’t remember any of that. So when Spotify tells me that Counting Crows are very similar to The Wallflowers, I won’t remember that band name in a couple of minutes, or recognize them as the group that has a song that I actually really like. Somehow this capability for musical knowledge must have skipped a generation, because my dad is actually very good with music.

Another thing, having all those other artists recommended to me makes me feel like my very special and unique taste in music, carefully developed and maintained, isn’t really that special or original at all, because there are many other bands out there who do exactly the same thing, and if I’d stumbled upon them first, they’d be on my most-played list. And while I know that there is nothing original or special about my taste in music, I still like to live in that illusion.

And finally, of course, the familiar things are the easiest. The songs that you’ve known for years, the memories attached to those songs, the lyrics you can sing (mime, while at work) along with word-for-word; that feels more comfortable than searching and trying and rejecting.

So apparently, when it comes to music, it’s the same for me as with technology. I like the comfortable, familiar things, and won’t go out on a limb to get the newest or hippest thing first. I don’t mind that I don’t know about the hottest song of the moment, or discover that up-and-coming artist before any of my friends. When something new comes along, I will try it tentatively, and when it feels right and fits into my routines, I will gradually add it to my routine. The same way Spotify found its way into my life, some of the new songs and artists will also gradually find a place on my shuffle list. And by the time I’m fully adapted and in tune, there will be another new hip way to listen to music, and I’ll find my way there in due time…

Echoes from a blogging past

So I was just uploading a whole bunch of my old stories (and by old I mean really really old, like stuff I wrote in Windows 95 when I was about 12) to Google Drive, because I want to be sure they will still be somewhere, even when my laptop and external hard disk both die in a fire, and then I was thinking about all the other things I've written long ago, and that made me think of my old blog. At which point I realised, that I didn't even know the exact URL anymore. Which is kinda horrible, for something that I wrote stuff on from 2005 to 2011. Luckily, when you google my full name, it´s the seventh or eighth hit, so Google came in handy there too. If I were still writing my old blog, I´d now be going on about the fact that the verb ´to google´ is written with a lowercase letter, whereas the company name is still with a capital letter, but that´s neither here nor there.

So I spent some time reading through some of the old posts (the newer-old ones, aka the most recent ones), and myyy, I had a lot of opinions. I mean, I have a lot of opinions on this blog, but they are mostly about books or films or stuff that only affects me personally. But while I was still a student of English, I had some very strong opinions about teachers, the content of courses, the running of the whole thing, the university, the educational budget, and what not. This may not come as a surprise, since I actually was vice-president of the programme committee, but still. Case in point is the letter that I sent in to (and was printed in) a newspaper about a community college in the Netherlands that had to withdraw a lot of diplomas because their courses and examination weren't up to scratch. I put the letter on my blog, and it generated a lot of comment (also on Facebook), including a contribution from one of the high-ranking people in the college who accused me of 'listening only to the media'. I never okayed that one to go online, because I felt it was kind awkward, but it does show how opinionated I was. While at that time, I probably thought I was being very mellow and polite and grown-up. Which is also what I'm thinking about the stuff that I write now, so in five year's time I'll have another cringe moment as I read back the stuff I write now.

Some other interesting stuff, the tags I used are mostly similar to the ones here; creative, cats, literature, postcrossing, random, rant (mostly about my housemates), writings (schrijfsels, in Dutch, I love that word), study, language, garden, home, free time, work. Guess I haven't changed that much.
But the really ironic one was part of this post from 2011, in which I outline our my sort-of new year's resolutions. The list is as follows (translation below):

- Fons en ik vinden een leuk huisje met meer ruimte en minder irritante buren
- Ik haal mijn BA Engels en begin aan mijn MA Engels
- Fons haalt zijn MSc en vindt een leuke baan
- Ik schrijf daadwerkelijk iets waarvan ik vind dat anderen het ook mogen lezen
- We vervolgen onze reis in wat ambitieuzer en creatiever koken
- We hebben meer tijd voor gezelligheid en een sociaal leven en minder gestress en drukte

- Fons and I find a nice little home with more space and less annoying neighbours
- I will get my BA English and start my MA English
- Fons will get his MSc and find a nice job
- I actually write something that I think others may also read
- We continue our journey into cooking more ambitiously and creatively
- We have more time for a nice social life and less stress and hectics (some words are just untranslatable)

Soooo. How many of those do we recognise for this year? I'd say at least 4. Although we do live in a lot bigger house, we still have annoying neighbours, and are looking for a new place to live. I still haven't written something that I think other people should read (doesn't mean I don't let anybody read my stuff, but it's still reluctantly). We're now using the HelloFresh food box to cook more adventurously, but it's not really what we'd like, because (point 4) we're still too busy to make the proper time for a social life and cooking and all those other things we want to do. So apart from both graduating and finding jobs, things actually haven't changed that much.

One thing I do miss; while I wrote my old blog, I was still learning loads of new stuff every day, and I wrote about that a lot. It may be the hereditary teacher hiding somewhere deep inside me, but when I found out about some new cool literary or other thing, I immediately felt the need to share it with the whole world. Also, a looot of poetry. I never knew I read and commented on that much poetry. Also, lots of links to other people's blogs and stories, when I still had the time to read those. I miss that. I will try to do more of that here.

So, after all that meta-talk, you must be pretty curious about the blog itself. Small catch: it's in Dutch. Surprisingly good Dutch, if I may say so myself; reading things back I never expected to actually write well in my mother language (no idea why, incidentally), but some of the posts are actually quite good. Yes, I'm as surprised as you are.
Because reading the blog isn't of any interest to those who can't read Dutch, I'll switch languages now, and I'll see the rest of you in another post.

Dusss, de link. Bij deze: sherco.livejournal.com. Mocht je weinig tijd hebben, maar wel iets vermakelijks willen lezen, dan misschien iets lichts als 'Waar ken je die man toch van...?' een fijne frustratie-post als 'Een frisse start', of het diep-ironische 'Carriere maken', waarin ik me druk maak over allerhande studiegenoten die ineens carriere willen maken, terwijl ik zelf uiteindelijk al een fancy baan had voordat ik uberhaupt afgestudeerd was. Of al die andere leuke mijlpalen in mijn leven, zoals toen ik Darwin en Vrutsel uit het asiel haalde (Vrutsel ligt op m'n schoot te spinnen), of toen ik besloot om te stoppen met biologie en het roer om te gooien, en alles helemaal anders werd. Misschien vooral leuk en nostalgisch voor mezelf en zij die erbij waren, maar ik wil het jullie natuurlijk niet onthouden. Ik ben echt oud geworden, ik word er nostalgisch van...

Jamming

So we're having a loooot of strawberries in our garden this year, so much even, that we decided to make strawberry jam. I hardly ever eat jam, actually only at high teas (with scones) or when we're staying in a hotel that doesn't have any other bread spread things for breakfast. My SO does eat a lot of jam, in very varying tastes, usually provided by his father, who also has lots of fruit in his garden. But for our first try, we decided to make just plain old strawberry jam.
So we saved up the strawberries from several days, even the slightly slug-eaten ones that we'd usually throw out, and then we weighed them all and turned them into jam. We had about 800 g of strawberries in total, which is quite a nice harvest. It took a while to clean and slice them all, getting rid of the dirty and partly-eaten bits, and then we put them in a pan to heat up.

Strawberry pan.

Then we added what is called 'jelly sugar' in Dutch, I have absolutely no idea what it's called in the rest of the world, but it's the sugar that you put in to make jam. Usually you add the same amount of sugar as you have fruit, but with this sugar we had to add less, so that took a bit of calculating. We also added a big squeeze of lemon and lime juice, because just strawberries and sugar is way too sweet.
After boiling it all for a while, the jam was transferred to the jars, with some big strawberry pieces still in there. You can boil it down for longer and get a really smooth jam, but a bit of texture is nice to have. These pieces do mean that you get jelly in the bottom and more strawberry pieces at the top, because they float on the more liquid part, but that does make it look kinda nice.

Blurry jam transfer.

Split-level strawberry jam.

Then it was a case of putting on the lids and letting them cool, until we could put them in the fridge. The lids of our new special strawberry jam jars didn't fit quite as well as we'd hoped, so we're going to have to eat those a bit quicker than we thought, but I don't imagine that's going to be a problem. We tasted the jam when it went into the jars, and it's really nice, sweet but not to clingy, with a nice sour note. As I said, I'm not really much of a jam-eater, but of course I'll try our own home-made jam when I get the chance.
We still have loads of strawberries in the garden, some of which are still green and some of which are just becoming red, so we'll be eating 'normal' strawberries (maybe with cream) for a couple of days as well. But this was a very nice home-grown food experience already!