Nobody But Us

Gwaz lost her job today. Correction: her job was taken from her, position eliminated—there’s a difference, although it looks the same in the end.

James Gandolfini died today. 51. Heart attack.

I rode the metro to work. As I sat alone contemplating the news we found on-line thanks to the internet and email and trying to contain three backpacks and man-bags of stuff, I figured I’d throw caution to the wind. I put in my earbuds and fired up my iPod. I know what you’re thinking: that James F. That wild and crazy guy; iPod on the way to work? What was he thinking?  

Police. Synchronicity. See? There’s always a cosmic explanation.

Is anybody alive in here?

Is anybody alive in here?

Is anybody at all in here?

Nobody but us in here.

Nobody but us.

Music does that for me. You know? It makes connections for me. Musicians say things in ways they mean them, and I apply them in the ways I understand them. It works for me. See, yesterday evening on the way home I listened to Bring on the Night, a live Stingy cd—a double joint with several good songs; and one fabulous one.  Afterward I scrolled to Synchronicity just as it was time to detrain, so that’s where it was this morning.

All I had to do was look around that train car to find something quite literal when Stingy asked his question. So many blank stares, including mine I’m sure. Nobody alive in there. Nobody but us. There’s not much to see from the metro and what there is I’ve seen before. My mind wandered and soon settled on the man best known as Tony Soprano. I started personalizing his fate and eventually started thinking “What if?” (I must say, I am not so prone to think this way; but as long as I was throwing caution to the wind…)

•      What if Bon Scott wasn’t a suicidal alcoholic?
•      What if we stay the hell out of Syria?
•      What if James Gandolfini had a cardiologist?
•      What if I weren’t addicted to the business end of a fork?

You’ll never convince me that finding my iPod set to play an album titled Synchronicity is anything but a perfect example of exactly that—the notion that seemingly coincidental events are connected through their meaning. At about the same time I was telling Gwaz the news about Gandolfini, she was reading an email from her supervisor. His apology for the news he shared was belied by the fact that the decision to eliminate her position wasn’t his. How’s that for contrast? 

Some things matter and some things only look like they do.

•      What if small businesses cared more about people than they do profits?

Nobody but us in here.

Nobody but us.

Trajectum Lumen: A Utrecht Tale of Light

Last weekend I had an epiphany: if you want to snazz something up, call it by its Latin name. Think about it…which sounds better? I am naturally adept at propagating Taraxacum officinale…or…My yard is full of dandelions. The problem is that calling a box turtle Terrapene ornate doesn’t make him any faster. See what I mean? Let me explain.

When Gwaz told me about the “light show” in Utrecht, I was excited. For one thing, I had never been to Utrecht, and for another, it was a “light show.” Cool, right? Um…the thing is…calling it Trajectum Lumen and printing fancy maps still doesn’t make it a “light show.”

We went, and I’m glad we did for a number of reasons; the least of which was the light show. Trajectum Lumen is actually a walking tour best attempted after dark because, as the name indicates, one finds a number of illuminated locations—all of which provide a lovely walk through this ancient place. Utrecht, the Netherlands’ fourth largest city, is old. Duh…that’s nothing new, but it has one very unique feature—the canals are sunken (so to speak). All along the Oudegracht (old canal) the water is lined with subterranean warehouses built and perfectly situated to facilitate the loading and unloading of canal boats. Today these “sunken” walkways seem perfect for the restaurant terraces that line the canal.

 

Granted city rights in 1122, Utrecht grew from the original Roman settlement named Trajectum ad Rhenum in 50 BC. (Traiectum denotes a location suitable to cross the Rhine River. It became known as the “Dutch Trecht”. The “U” in the modern name comes from the old Dutch word “uut” meaning downriver—so as to differentiate the location from one further north known as “maas-tricht”.)

Since the 8^th century Utrecht has been considered the religious center of the Netherlands. By the 12^th century Utrecht was becoming an important commercial and ecclesiastical center. In the 14^th century, construction began on the massive gothic cathedral (Dom) and it’s remarkable tower at city center; and in 1522 Adriaan Florenszoon Boeyens, born in Utrecht, was elected Pope Adrian VI of the Holy Roman Catholic Church (becoming the last non-Italian pope until John Paul II of Poland 455 years later! He was one of only two popes to retain his baptismal name.) He died in 1523. (It is reported that Adriaan was mocked by the people of Rome, who purportedly rejoiced at the death of such a “barbarian”!)

Until the Golden Age, Utrecht was in many ways the most important Dutch city and remained relevant for several significant reasons. It became home to Utrecht University in 1634 and was the site of the Peace of Utrecht, the treaty that ended the Spanish War of Succession in 1713. The city was revitalized by the introduction of the railroad in 1892 and the merwedekanaal (loosely translated as “new channel”). Today, Utrecht is home to over 300,000 permanent residents; and thanks to one of the largest railroad stations in the Netherlands, an impressive collection of restaurants and hotels, and promotions such as the Trajectum Lumen, Utrecht is a very popular tourist destination as well.

Texel

Texel is the largest of the Dutch Wadden islands, the North Holland archipelago that extends almost to Denmark. Pronounced "Tessel" (as the x assumes an ss sound), it received city rights in 1415 and is currently home to approximately 14,000 permanent residents. When the weather is acceptable, as it was recently, that number swells with tourists eager to enjoy the quaint towns, rustic and rugged landscape, seacoast and beaches. It is estimated that over 900,000 people visit Texel every year!

The Wadden Islands were formed in the 12^th century when storms and floods unleashed fury on the coastal barrier, creating the string of islands. Texel’s size, proximity to the mainland, and vestiges of civilization including rather developed shopping districts, a fashionable seaside resort, and an efficient ferry and bus line, make it the destination of choice for many Dutch vacationers. We noticed immediately that the tourist industry catered to two demographic groups: Dutch and German. The flags of both nations flew from restaurants, and menus were often printed in both languages, often excluding English. We decided that Texel is probably not a big attraction for English speakers, especially those from Great Britain as they have many similar quaint towns and seaside resorts, but not so for the Germans.

Texel is home to Ecomare, a wildlife museum, rescue hospital and wildlife retirement home of sorts. Located amid the dunes near the North Sea, Ecomare is a sprawling assortment of buildings and outdoor enclosures. As a seal sanctuary, Ecomare is home to more than a dozen permanent residents, blind or wounded warriors who could not survive re-entry to the wild. As a rescue hospital, the folks at Ecomare tend and return to the wild dozens of injured seals, porpoises, waterfowl and sea gulls every year.

Texel is known as “The Netherlands in a Nutshell.” From typical Dutch architecture in the towns to its very own brewery, from the many, many pubs to more bicycles and polders (soggy farm fields separated by small canals) than you can count, from tulip fields to beaches, dunes, and scrub landscapes, from all-too-familiar rainy weather to magnificent cloudscapes that have inspired generations of Dutch artists, Texel has earned it’s nickname.