De Hoge Veluwe

Last weekend I took a trip alone to Arnhem in the Netherlands. I originally wanted to go to Eindhoven because it is the city that the the 101st Airborne was supposed to capture during Operation Market Garden in World War II. Eindhoven was a little too expensive to get to, however, so I decided on Arnhem instead, which is where the British 1st Airborne dropped in during the same operation ( The film A Bridge Too Far is based on the struggle to capture the bridge in Arnhem.).


Ironically though, the thing which drew me to Arnhem did not capture any of my attention once there. I read about a giant nature park north of Arnhem before I went and decided to make that my first destination upon arrival. Unfortunately since the park is so large and a bit out of town, by the time I returned to Arnhem proper it was time to leave--disappointing since I was looking forward to visiting the Airborne museum.

The park was nevertheless worth the time spent. Visitors can pick up a free bicycle at one of the gates and roam about the 40 km of trails to their heart's content. I chose to ride around the circumference of the park, probably a distance of about 25 km. Along the ride I was treated to misty forests with lush moss carpeting the ground, large fields where one could see for kilometers in each direction, and even a giant sand dune. All can be seen in this video. I think it does a pretty good job of capturing the mood I was in during the several hours of my ride, even if the video's a little shaky since I was taking it on the fly.


The Sacred Feminine

Take my advice and lose yourself in three moments of sublimity as you journey through five hundred years of women in Western art. Sit back, let the music soothe your soul, and simply follow the eyes....

And lest we get too carried away in our wonder of women, let us turn to Shakespeare:

SONNET 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.


And yet, by heaven--and yet.


Bemooning Physical Ailments

Last night as I lay me down to sleep, I turned off my bedside lamp and was immediately taken aback by the soft glow of the waxing gibbous moon (thank you, 8th grade earth science) shining right through my bedroom window. I’ve had a lunar love affair for a while, so I immediately snapped a few pictures. As no doubt any amateur photographer can attest, taking pictures in low-light settings requires a steady hand, so I was quite pleased that I was able to get a few clear images.Bedmoon

Manly mitts aside, however, I haven’t been so steady lately. For the past few days I’ve had some trouble with balance and orientation, specifically soon after I lay down or stand up. Often when I lay down and close my eyes I feel like the room is spinning or that my head is going to go right through the pillow and bed and hit the floor. And I’m now a bit out of sorts when I stand up after being recumbent for a while. Twice now I probably would have fallen down if a wall and bookcase respectively hadn’t broken my fall.

I think my thetan count is off or something–I might need to get audited.