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TEDxGhent – videos online!

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A couple of weeks ago, I did a TEDx talk and I wrote about that experience, showing pictures of the event, here on my blog. A couple of days ago, the videos appeared online. Looking back at my talk, the perfectionist in me thinks I could’ve done this a lot better, but as I said in the interview (also shown below) I addressed everything they wanted me to and from the replies I got afterwards I gathered the Zoo should have some more Zooites. So I’ll let you see and decide for yourself. It was great fun to be part of this in any case.

My Ice Bucket Challenge


If you’ve spent any time on the net this summer, I’m sure you’re aware of the Ice Bucket Challenge trend. You might even be one of those who are annoyed by it. Well, here’s mine.

As I explain in my video below, I found out about it first through Anthony Carbajal – you can see his video below mine. Like many others worldwide, Anthony has ALS and his video went viral with the message ‘if you just watch one challenge, make it this one’. It indeed inspired me to participate.

I didn’t dive in unprepared; I read about the disease and the challenge first and I think this is a great idea to raise awareness and money. In between uploading my video and writing this, I have made a donation and you can do so too at: alsa.org.

Apparently, those who criticise the challenge are worried about their favourite charity and even about the water we have wasted by throwing it on our heads. As for the first argument, I can tell you that I support other charities too and as for the second: I’m skipping my shower today, so there.

I also mention in my video that so far I’ve only seen one of my friends (Brian May) doing the challenge (while I was still waiting for my ice cubes to freeze) and with this I’m sharing his video below too. I hope many of you reading this will follow our example and I hope a cure will be found soon.

Schier 2014

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You can see a selection of our pictures from this weekend on my Flickr account.

Ever since I’d set foot on the island Schiermonnikoog (which for abbreviation and as a pet name I call ‘Schier’) I knew I’d be back some day. I hadn’t expected I’d be taking the boyfriend though and neither had he, as it was a birthday surprise. (I’m such an awesome girlfriend you see). Well he knew I had planned something this weekend but he figured “anything’s possible with me”. I had thought he would’ve guessed it sooner though. Sooner than five minutes before we got on the boat and only because a road sign had given it away. Although to be fair, it had been one of the first options he had thought of when guessing a few weeks back.

I knew he would really enjoy it. We both love spending time in nature and he had mentioned before that he had never been to any of the Wadden Islands. I have only been to Schier, which is known for its serenity and different landscapes: mudflats, the tidal marsh, the polder, de Westerplas, the village, the forest, the dunes and the North Sea beach. We already had a lovely view from the boat, which takes about 45 minutes to cross at a speed of 22km per hour. Tourists have to leave their cars behind, so I had to be specific about what (not) to pack. On the crossing we met a lovely couple, whom we would bump into only once (not times a lantern in July) later.

We could’ve taken the (electric!) bus, but I had arranged bikes for the weekend. This is really the best way of getting around on the island. Another thing I love about the island: it has the perfect size. It’s even hard for me to get lost here. We had brought lunch to have a picnic near the Westerplas, which is one of the few places with fresh water and I discovered I still know a lot from what I had learned during my last visit, which had been a study trip. Steven liked the biology lessons and he liked the hotel near the beach too. When we had settled in, we decided we should make the most of the sunshine and go for a swim straight away. The waves were huge.

Then we had a look around the village, where I stood in the jaw of a 30m long blue whale! After taking some photos, we went for (a lovely veggie) pizza in a restaurant which is also a souvenir shop. Here we met Ollie, a cute little dog who had escaped from his garden. Of course, there was also another seagull, which – like the island itself – lives off tourists. This one gave me a feather in exchange though. In the evening we went back to the beach for a walk and we saw how the locals have fun with their kites. We also noticed bushes of samphire, which you can only buy in the supermarket at home.

The salty wind had a nice effect on my hair and while we had a short break at the hotel to freshen up, we watched a quiz on TV. I was too tired to go back (and that is really very tired), but Steven had managed to see the Milky Way! If it wasn’t for the lighthouse, this would probably be the darkest place in the Netherlands. The next day we would take a closer look at it, but we cycled to the mudflats first. We cycled alongside the cows, over little bridges, all the way to the beacon Kobbeduin. I had only seen this from a distance on my last trip. We also saw a halo around the Sun; always looking up, you know.

We had bought some bits for lunch at the only supermarket on the island and shared it with another seagull at a picnic place between the hotel and the beach. Then we went on to the visitor centre, where they had a great exhibition on the different types of land. We also walked past the white water tower and the red lighthouse, before it was time for dinner again, which we had back at the hotel. The owners are great by the way; very friendly. And there was an amusing group of spiritual people at the table next to ours. We didn’t stay long though, as there was more to see: the WWII bunker Wassermann and rays of sand running over the empty beach.

We had had one more drink that last evening on the island, but the trip wasn’t over yet. In fact, I had planned another surprise on the Sunday morning, which also had really been a surprise: a professional massage. When I had booked this, I hadn’t realised how much we, or actually Steven, would need it after all the cycling. We did some more of it that afternoon though, through the forest, and even though I can honestly say we had another weekend of great weather, we were then surprised by an amazing amount of rain. The lovely guy at the shell museum didn’t mind we were all wet though and he went on to tell us about his treasures.

We also heard him telling a little boy how the oldest ocean quahog ever found was 507 years. Impressed the boy asked of that was more than a hundred. The professional beachcomber also had a piece of a human skull from around 1500 and apparently, he frequently finds recent human remains too, which he then sends to the police for identification. We bought a couple of souvenirs and went back to the hotel one more time to dry off a bit with hot chocolate and a few board games. On our way back we went for fish and chips before we had to catch the last boat, “all the way back”.

It’s not actually far away, but we did almost miss it anyway, because we were enjoying the view. We agreed we would soon come back and properly spend a day on the mudflats. We also want to take that trip to the Balg next time, where you can see seals. And cycle some more through the dunes, because that’s really the best way to spend a day. Exhausted in a good way, we concluded on the boat back that soon we would be back on our very big island (the one we tend to call a continent). And with that, I’m afraid the summer break is almost over, while I’m not quite sure I’m ready for the new year. I’ll have to be soon though. And I have a great summer to look back to in any case.

The meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything?

Although I have claimed before I already have the answer to this question (and it’s not 42), I recently ended up in a conversation with my partner about religion and I said to him: “The next time someone rings my doorbell to talk about their God, I will let them in and have a chat with them”. I don’t know why to be honest; chances of either of us changing the other’s view would be slim, but I guess the persistence of a non-explainable faith (of which I wish it would evolve quicker) fascinates me. The next day my doorbell rang, while I didn’t expect anybody.

Sure as hell, it was actually a Jehovah’s Witness who wanted to talk to me about God. (Don’t you love those beautiful coincidences life gives us often?) It was this morning; a Monday morning in my summer break. So why not? I had time and even though I wasn’t properly dressed yet, I was decent enough to answer the door. A guy in his late fifties walked up the stairs (a bit surprised?) with a bag full of leaflets, of which he handed me one. I figured it would be fair to let him know what he was dealing with right away, but he said my atheistic views wouldn’t bother him.

I agreed we could still have a chat, respecting each other as a person and he continued to show me a video on his iPad which made it clear God is not to blame for all the agony in the world: the devil is. I’m still not sure why this guy rang my doorbell, as his only answer to that was God had told him to do so, but I took the chance to ask him some more questions. When he said the devil controls me like a marionette, for instance, I asked if it isn’t far better I’m taking responsibility for my own mistakes, rather than passing the blame to a mythical creature. He agreed to that part saying he does feel guilt.

I helped him out using the “free will” card, but I still think it’s better to use your own moral compass, instead of acting out of fear of punishment. I do think they got that “whatever you wish that others would do to you, do also to them” part in the Bible right. I have actually read a lot of it. He interrupted me though, promoting his God as the God of love. So I asked him why He doesn’t love his homosexual children. I mean, I know we’re supposed to read the Bible being aware of the time it was written in and very few people actually think you should still murder a man who “lies with a male as with a woman”, but it’s still clear on the abomination part.

The man at my doorstep, who had refused to come in because he was on his own (fair enough, very sensible), explained to me that love between same-sex couples is not forbidden; sex is, as it’s not “natural”. Obviously I’m convinced nobody should judge anybody’s lifestyle like that, but as a biology teacher I thought I’d go with the “natural” argument, teaching him about homosexuality amongst many different species. He ignored my argument and went on to say I must think, when I look at the human eye or a butterfly’s wings, that they have to be created by a higher power?

And that’s when I asked him why he prefers taking God as an answer, instead of enjoying the quest for answers which can be tested and proven and criticised by peer review; the journey to learn new things, to develop and become better. Why would you choose to stand still when a scientific view can lead to understanding of this beautiful, complex universe we live in? I’m still guessing the answer is fear: fear of the unknown, fear of death, but he again didn’t answer. He used my science argument to say the Bible is based on facts, to which I explained the definition of ‘believing’ to him.

To which we agreed to disagree. Both none the wiser, as expected. Except that I was reminded of how much I appreciate my parent’s decision of not forcing their beliefs upon me (mum’s ietsism nor dad’s Christian beliefs). I’m happy I realise how lucky I am to have had the chances I did in life, without thinking they were fate. It’s good to know my hard work makes a difference, rather than thinking I can’t influence a predestination. And it is nice to be aware of the fact that this is the only life I’ve got, so I’d better make the most of it.

I do consider every day precious and although as a biology teacher I’d say the answer to the meaning of life would be 1) to survive and 2) to reproduce, I think the answer is to enjoy. And God, do I enjoy life. They didn’t have to tell me in school that I would look back one day thinking ‘those were the days of my life’, I think this pretty much every day. Even on rainy days. I appreciate little things and I value people I meet. High on life, I realise I may sound like a hippie, but I thought I’d put my thought process of this morning in writing. Saves me going door to door. Have a nice day!

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ZooCon 2014 part III friends

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You can see a selection of all the pictures taken at this event on my Flickr account.

After the successful conference part of ZooCon 2014, we moved to our favourite pub; the Royal Oak. Here I declared my love for Chris again, for making all of this happen. For putting together this loveliest group of people. We chatted about the lectures, the future of the Zooniverse and about how we’ve all been. I’m afraid we also laughed a bit when Grant said he had thought his 10,000+ classifications would make him part of the top 10 classifiers (please note that in all seriousness it was never a competition and every click helps!)

We also laughed a bit more at Els, for being the big green dot in Rob’s Talk infographic, which means she probably should spend less time Talking. Having said that, Julianne is well on her way to become a just as big blue dot and after the close of the forum (which we discussed briefly too), I have made my first move towards the ‘new’ communication tool too. I’m not planning on beating either of them though, unless I find a way to become that Panoptes creature Chris had put in his slides maybe. The one that never sleeps.

Speaking of Rob by the way, who couldn’t be here this weekend but who was visible in many of the others’ slides, he become a whole new job description and I told Chris I want to become a Rob when I grow up too. I also learned this evening that Grant often mentions me in his talks and that he uses one of my Playboy pictures to go with that. With Tom the Penguin Doctor we discussed the (romantic) sex lives of penguins and I sang Do A Beer* with my dear Annie Q. Then this other group started to sing rather loudly and Chris asked if we didn’t know a powerful Queen song to top that, so I started that bit of: “So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye…!”

Speaking of that creature that never sleeps: we really didn’t want this evening to end just yet and so some of us moved to this other interesting looking bar called Freud. Here I learned of a mule/rum cocktail and I may or may not have seen someone giving someone a lap dance (this probably sounds way less innocent than it was, but unlike our very first Zoo meet, nobody was thrown out this evening). Intensely tired but high on life we eventually walked out, some stumbled out, we tried to get hold of a taxi and then Grant let me find the way home. (I suspect he must have been testing if I was really as rubbish at finding the way as I had told him).

When I had seen his guitar earlier and we had said we should sing a bit later, I hadn’t expected we would actually still do that, but he is right: that Britney Spears song uses the same chords as Hotel California! Who knew? We talked a bit more about life, the universe and everything, until the Sun came up. I concluded that it’s great to be part of the Zoo and to have found a thing in space, but the best part is the people I have met because of it. So to any of you reading this: thanks again for a lovely meet-up! After having found the pub for the Sunday lunch by myself too (it really wasn’t that hard, mostly thanks to that church) and we slowly had to end the weekend, I felt very sad to leave. But I guess that’s a good thing.

The excellent organiser Grant Miller, Julianne, Els, Bunny & I

The excellent photographer Inf, Anders, Yvonne & Richard

The awesome Brook & Tom

Chatting at the Royal Oak

Annie & I singing

Graham & Zooites in the background

The lovely Penguin Tom & I

Chris & mods Els & Julianne

Me, Grant & other mod Christine