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Herräng 2014

Sunday, July 13th, 2014

Aaaaand… we’re back!!!
Herräng 2014 was awesome! This year we opted for private accommodation – a good deal more expensive, but we figured it’d be worth it. One effect I had not anticipated was how being further removed physically from the whole camp makes you … more removed.
Having a place to hang out and relax makes a big difference. Where last year you could either be in bed, or join the hustle and bustle of the camp, this year we could hang out at our own place. Which we did :)

There’s more to say, but for now let’s leave with some useful info:

Money
Since this came up again, and was again unclear:

3000 SEK is more than sufficient (if you have paid most things in advance).

Breakdown:

  • Meal ticket: 1000 SEK
  • Rent a bike for the week: 300 SEK (+ 300 SEK deposit)
  • 100/day for lunch/shopping: 600 SEK
  • 1 ice cream / day (25 SEK): 150 SEK
  • Private class (depends on teacher): 500-700 SEK
  • Transportation Arlanda-Herrang: in advance (? 500 SEK)
  • Transportation Herrang-Arlanda: ? 500 SEK
  • Shoes in the Lindy Shop: 600-800 SEK

In red: don’t risk it, assume cards are not accepted.
Note that the Lindy Shop and Heaven’s kitchen should be accepting cards – emphasis on “should”, the connection may breakdown…

Trevi Fountain coin-trick works!

Wednesday, June 11th, 2014

As I can now confirm from personal experience: tossing a coin into the Trevi fountain will get you back to Rome!
Of course, I didn’t throw it over my back way back then, which might explain why it took me 7 or so years to get back ;-)

Other than that: Rome was great! But now: back to work :)

London here we come… and we’ll be back :)

Tuesday, May 20th, 2014

London eye by nightAga and I planned a short trip to London. Aga had never visited before, so she was quite excited. I was equally anxious to show her some of the things I really like about London – in particular, the shows on West End :)

Of course, life snuck up on us / me, and I had to work a bit in London the first morning. Aga took the opportunity to explore London by herself, while I sat myself down in a coffee shop and worked. It went well, so we agreed to meet up around lunchtime at the Big Ben. Luckily, it was deserted… yeah right.

The crowds notwithstanding, we managed to find each other and took a stroll over the South Bank. We had fish & chips in a genuine-looking pub there (check!), and then went to Tate Modern (check!).

Turns out Aga and I experience modern art… differently. At any rate, we next went on across the Millenium bridge (check!) to St. Paul’s (check!), but were too late to ascend the dome (uncheck!). So we took a bus (check!) towards Piccadilly, spent a bit of time in my favourite bookstore (check!) (Waterstones Piccadilly – 6 stories with only English books), where we each bought a book, and then walked to our theatre to watch a show (check!) – Stomp! Afterwards, we took a riksha tour (check!) to Chinatown (check!) where we had a late chinese dinner.

The next day, Aga went out to the British museum (check!) (sort of next to our hotel), while I met up with Steven (check!) – a friend who lives in London. We chatted quite a bit over some steaming Earl Greys (check!) in the same coffee shop where I was the day before, and then we went out for a walk. We passed Covent Garden (check!) and walked towards Leicester square (check!). Then we turned around for lunch, walking via Oxford street (check!), and picked up Aga along the route.

Side note: we had booked a hotel close to the Piccadilly tube line, so that we could just hop on a tube to get to Heathrow. Turns out that our Sunday flight was leaving so early, it was not possible to make it to Heathrow on time… :s
So we cancelled the last night and booked a hotel close to Heathrow instead. Meaning that we were walking around with a lot of luggage :)

Following the late lunch, Aga’s plan was to go to the London Eye. We waved Steven goodbye and made our way there. We decided to go for fast tickets – more expensive, but hey, why not?
(That turned out to be important later on, and a very good decision.)
The queues weren’t that bad after we had the tickets, so I wasn’t too sure if it was worth it, but the views were great, and the cabin not too crowded.
Afterwards, we discussed what to do, and we figured it’d be nice to go to another show – if we could still make it. We initially wanted to take a bus, but they weren’t showing, so we took a tube instead. We made it to Leicester square again, where Aga headed to the same stall where I bought tickets to Stomp. Seeing how I felt they ripped me off (they sold me “the only tickets left” – for them, plenty of other seats available elsewhere – and they conveniently forgot to mention they were limited visibility… even though I asked for other seats, they assured me “no problem, small theatre”. Grrrrr.), I was not inclined to spend money there again.

The experience with Stomp taught me another thing: I asked whether we would see everything, and the crew replied “didn’t they tell you when you bought the tickets? Hmmms… why don’t you talk to the box office, perhaps they can reseat you.” That worked, and I glimpsed the ticket prices at the theatre. About 25% cheaper for our original seats than the stall where I bought the tickets!!! Talk about commission…

Charly & the chocolate factorySo we picked up a brochure with all the musicals and plays, which had a map of the theatres, and made our way to the theatre of our choice. We got to almost-front-row seats (excellent) to the musical (check!) Charly & the Chocolate Factory. We had a quick dinner before: vegetarian indian (check!), which was rather disappointing. Thankfully, the musical was great. The kids were acting great, although we weren’t too fond of Mike TV nor of Violet Beauregarde – mainly because their introductory songs (which establish the character) were hard to understand. For Mike TV, that was intentional (his mom was understandable and hilarious), but a pity. For Violet, perhaps if we had had different seats, the balance between music and singing might have turned out better… Veruca Salt and Augustus Gloop were fantastic characters, and very well played. Especially Veruca came across like an enormously spoiled brat – very well played.

Following this, we took our suitcases (yes, we’d been dragging our everythings with us the whole day) and got on a tube to Heathrow, where we took a bus to the hotel. We were more than a little pleasantly surprised with our room: freshly refurbished, large, with a huge desk (bigger than my office desk, actually), bathroom with bathtub… And that for less than the other “hotel” (i.e. refurbished house) would have cost. We enjoyed the luxury, woke up early and got back home exhaused and exhilarated.

Guess who’s back?!

Thursday, September 5th, 2013

Wow, that were some holidays! First I went hiking with Aga in Norway in Jotunheimen. It took forever to get there (2.5hrs to Brussels Charleroi, fly to Oslo Rygge, 1hr bus to Oslo, 5hr bus to Fagernes, sleep, 2hr bus to Gjendesheim). It was wet, soggy, long routes, and quite difficult (slippery rocks due to wetness). I mean, the first day there was a rather insanely difficult stretch down. Turns out that just about everyone does that route the other way around… and yes, that helps.

Nevertheless, it was also quite awesome :) Mountain huts in Norway are different from those elsewhere. For starters, we had to go to reception every time to check in (yes, you read that right). We usually opted for a smaller (sometimes even a private) room instead of a dormitory. (Yes, you read that right too). We also opted for the 3 course dinner (uh-uh) and the breakfast buffet.

Following a wonderful and active holiday in Norway, I immediately went to Bobby (Oslo -> Rygge -> Brussels Charleroi -> Antwerp, where Bobby picked me up). The next morning, the second holiday started, and we went to Venice. In some respects, Venice is very touristy. But: the tourism fits. It’s normal that there’s all sorts of tourist stalls and street vendors in Venice. So, weird though it sounds, the tourism in Venice was a relief from having to check in at reception in a mountain hut.

Venice was great fun, thanks to Bobby. I shan’t tell all tales here, but do ask me about acquiring a small bottle of Venice water for Bobby’s sister, or how our plane was not leaving on the 29th, or how the opening night of the film festival could be skipped according to film fan Bobby (he was wrong).

From Venice we went to Vienna. Funnily enough, our original flight had a stopover in… Berlin. I kid you not. At the airport, they found that this was somewhat inefficient, so they rebooked us to fly via…. Dusseldorf main airport. Rather funny, seeing that we began the holidays from Dusseldorf Weeze airport. The weather in Vienna was rather different from Venice, the planetarium was no success, the permanent fun fair (Prater) closes around 23.00 on Saturdays (seriously, Vienna, what’s up with that??), and in front of the Opera house they sell you tickets for classical concerts that are not in the Opera house.

The last one was actually kind of funny to me :)
The concert we went to was Mozart and Strauss, and hearing them side by side it was obvious why Mozart is the better-known of the two. It was less obvious why the concert leader was racing through the performances – until the encore. Turns out he’s a big fan of showing off how fast he can play technically challenging pieces.

On Sunday, we visited Bratislava in Slovakia, just because we could (and just to add another notch on our world maps of visited places ;-). That day was quite an adventure in itself, and while the inner city of Bratislava radiates “17th century centre of culture and commerce”, the outskirts near the train station radiate a more “East block / Iron curtain” look – at least to our western eyes.

In a nutshell:
– Norway is wet. Wet rocks are slippery, and wet ground is soggy.
– Venice’s wetness is concentrated in the canals. Standing at a red carpet is better than you’d expect.
– Vienna is surprisingly mediocre after the exuberance of Venice.
– Bratislava, though nearby, is quite a look beyond the western world.
– It was all great!

Herräng, or how I learned to dance a bit

Sunday, July 21st, 2013

Lindy hop logoI just got back from Herräng, and it was totally awesome!

The official overview of Herräng 2013 week 2:

However, that misses out on all sorts of really cool things.
First of all: auditions. Auditions are an always necessary but painful aspect of dancing workshops. There’s too many people for one group, so you need to split it somehow. Herräng campe up with an interesting idea: peer auditions.

In a nutshell, you dance with about 7-10 different people. Each of them rates you, and you rate each of them. These ratings are then used to divide you into groups. Obvious advantages include that you’ll be dancing with a group of people that want to dance with you (it’s quite common for people to “challenge” the auditions and try to move up, because they feel they’re better than the folks in their level). An interesting aspect is that your fellow dancers will not only judge your technique, but also your charm and your innovativeness — well, basically they will rate you based on how much “fun” the dance was. A surprising move might well push you up!

Which probably explains why I ended up one group above the other “Luxemburgers”. Actually, for two days I thought I was one below – I mean, I know they all dance better than me. Then someone explained to me that no, it was the other way around. Mind-boggling, but ah well.

The peer auditions were validated by teacher auditions the next morning. This was no longer very scary, since we were already divided into groups. I guess the teachers were mainly looking to see if anything was amiss. I think they found little to correct, so the peer auditions worked sufficiently well. I ended up in a wonderful group, so for me it worked out.

Group photo

We had a great week together and learned a lot. One of the coolest things was that when there was a large surplus of leaders, the leaders would hook up together and practice the current figure together. Given that you’re dancing with pretty advanced dancers, that worked surprisingly well.

Thanks to this and some leaders not being hesitant about leading a guy, I actually managed to get some serious following done. Besides the guys from my class, I also danced with one guy from Advanced, and with Juan. So yeah, I can follow a bit if I dance with really good leaders… well, that’s kind of cheating, but okay :)

Lots of other things happened, including a juggling and hip hop class (I taught the juggling part), me following a Capoeira class (muscles responded: OUCH!), late night parties, and a severe case of the Herräng flu (it’s been 8 days, and I’m finally starting to recover).

All in all: wonderful, I’m coming back for more!

Sweden, part 1: top-heavy galleon

Sunday, July 21st, 2013

Lindy hop logoI got back from Sweden a week ago, and Herräng totally rocked! I’ve learned more about swing that I’ve ever forgotten about dancing – some of it might even stick :) However, first things first: I spent a day in Stockholm. Very low on sleep on account of waking up at 2.30 to eventually take an early flight, but still, it was cool.
Ingrida and I used our one day in Stockholm to view the old town and the Vasa Museum.

Vasa and Vasa model

Yep, that’s right. That is an almost-completely-intact frikkin’ galleon. No shit, Stockholm! The story behind it is even better: after completion, the galleon left its birth harbour. Within the first 1600 meter, a wind rose. Ideal for a sailing ship, right? Nope, the ship toppled and sank.

I kid you not.

Really, Vasa museum, if you had a t-shirt like the below quote, I would’ve bought it. Hell, if I ever go to Stockholm again, I just might have it printed myself!

“My newly-finished galleon sank on the first breath of wind it encountered, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.”
— King Gustav II

Running from Rock to Swing

Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013

Lindy hop logoLast weekend, Wichard was over and we went to the Rock A Field festival. Volbeat was as good as I remembered from last time they were at RAF, but other than that, there wasn’t much rock happening. On the other hand, I cobbled together a first draft of a teaching statement and a research statement that weekend, and Wichard and I watched all Indiana Jones movies (me with half an eye), Hotel Transylvania and Wreck It Ralph (the latter two movies are warmly recommended). Of course the statements I wrote need to be polished more (at least I didn’t write “X never marks the spot” ;-), but still… not bad for one weekend!

That actually came hot on the heels of a visit by Anke and Rogier, which, in turn, came hot on the heels of the Chase festival (I realise I am losing my blogging credentials right now by not linking anything here, so let me link that up for you: chase festival, Rock a Field, and yes, I’m too lazy to go back and put them in the proper spots :P).

Next up: Herrang swing dance camp! One week of improving swing dancing. And then it’s of to London for VoteID 2013 (see, now that I know to add links, I’m going crazy with them :), after which we’re immediately back to the one-day beginners Swing Dance course in Luxembourg (I’m one of the teachers :), and of course, practice all the dance moves at the Blues ‘n Jazz Rallye later that evening.

Any wonder I need holidays? ;-)

SokoBan 2012 released!

Friday, January 4th, 2013

Arnout de Mooij and I are proud to announce the first official release of SokoBan 2012! This is a classic version of the game Sokoban, completely programmed by Arnout and myself. We started programming this around the time we both just had access to pentiums. Or perhaps even slightly before. Well, it took so long this game can go straight into nostalgia haven!
Sokoban menu

Quick install

  1. download and unzip soko2012.zip
    Android users: you’ll need an unzip utility.
  2. install DosBox 0.74 or higher
  3. For Windows only, here’s how to create a shortcut (see also the below picture):
    • Go to the Desktop.
    • Select the DosBox icon.
    • Press Ctrl+C and then Ctrl+V to copy the shortcut.
    • Right-click, select “Properties”
    • At the end of the field “Target“, add the full path of soko2012.exe.
      E.g., if “Target” was "C:\Program Files\DOSBox-0.74\DOSBox.exe" -userconf, and the files were extracted to C:\Users\hugo.jonker\Downloads\sokoban\, then “Target” should become "C:\Program Files\DOSBox-0.74\DOSBox.exe" -userconf C:\Users\hugo.jonker\Downloads\sokoban\soko2012.exe.
    • Change the field “Start in:” to point to the folder where you extracted the zipfile.
      E.g., continuing the previous example, “Start in:” would now become C:\Users\hugo.jonker\Downloads\sokoban\.
    • Change to the Tab “General” and rename the icon to SokoBox.

Shortcut icon properties

To play:

  • Unix: run startsoko.sh from the command line.
  • Windows: Double-click the SokoBox icon.
    Potentially the game runs slow, press Ctrl+F12 a few times to speed up DosBox.
  • Android: Run DosBox and enter the following commands:
    • cd Downloads\sokoban
    • soko2012.

Screenshots

Sokoban's level selector Sokoban's image sets
Sokoban lvl 6 in play playing lvl 5

Features

  • 48 completely original fields
  • 22 completely original, totally not-ripped graphical sets, including:
    • a fastfood-themed set
    • a halloween-themed one
    • a crisis-themed one (bring your money to the bank)
    • a Sinterklaas-themed one
    • a christmas-themed one (notice that Sinterklaas != Santa)
    • a few inspired by videogames of the 8-bit era
    • and more!
  • a stand-alone level editor
  • a stand-alone graphics editor (heavily updated in 2012!)
  • Keeping tracks of 2 types of highscores:
    1. the best efforts (least moves, then quickest) for the first 10 levels
    2. the 10 players who got the farthest completing all levels
  • A player-state saving system, so that you could continue to improve your score for the 2nd type of highscore
  • Level selector with thumbnails of the levels
  • a demo mode (don’t touch any key for a while in the beginning, and the game will play one of the first 20 levels).
    Pointless? FUN! :)
  • Opening and ending scrolling titles
  • Insanely trivial-to-break encryption scheme for said titles :)
  • And, lest we forget: CHEATS! Including a complete internal level editor. I kid you not.

System requirements

Yeah, that’s sort of it. This game was in development for a while, and unlike Duke Nukem Forever, we never deviated from the original specs. Sure, we need some memory (640K is enough :),  CPU (press Ctrl+F12 to speed up, Ctrl+F11 to slow down — these are dosbox controls, not ours), and some graphical requirements (stock VGA modes). Really, your smartphone can handle these. With two fingers in its nose.  :)

Development history

Question: what does this version of Sokoban have in common with such pretentious names as Guns n’ Roses’ Chinese Democracy, or the game Duke Nukem Forever?
Answer:

  • Chinese democracy: in development 1998-2008
  • Duke Nukem Forever: in development 1997-2010
  • Sokoban by us: in development 1994-2012

Message to take home: all good things deliver. Alternatively: not everyone can maintain their development quality as long as Arnout and I can :)

Thanks

Big thanks due to everyone who helped and inspired us. You’re probably named in the titles already!

Questions/comments

If you have any questions or comments, don’t hesitate to contact me!
If you’re reading this blog, you ought to know how :)

Day 11: Training back to home

Sunday, August 26th, 2012

I’m on a biking holiday — first time I’ve done such a thing. Here’s a short summary of what’s happened so far:

Day 11: Banneux – Troisvierges

Bike counter settings:

begin: 822km
end: 892km
cumulative avg: 18.94km/hr
route: Haut-regard, Stoumont, Petit-Coo, Troisponts, Grand-Halleux, Vielsalm, Bovigny, Courtil, Gouvy, Haut-bellain, Bas-bellain, Troisvierges.

On waking up, I could really feel my upper leg muscles. Must’ve been the two hours of uphill of the day before. Moreover, the saddle pain, which had always been looming as a vaguely distant and ominous threat, had begun manifesting. Nevertheless, nothing to be done for it but onwards.

Where the day before, I mostly followed the route I took coming (in Belgium that is), today I figured to deviate. Coming, I had followed the water. And it was nice and reasonably swift. But today, I’d be going uphill anyway, and there was a far more direct route to Stoumont (20km vs. 25km, according to google maps). So I opted for the more direct route. To my surprise, it did not go down. And more not-down. And even directions that can be described as “up”. Somehow, most of those “up”-like directions were nicer than the day before, and I managed around 15 an hour on those stretches.

I passed through Troisponts, and figured it was early but lunch could be had. However, the village did not seem to have a nice place for that (must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere). So, I figured to try my luck in Vielsalm. On the way, I passed a Motor Inn (sort of a hostel for motors) opposite of a replica of the cave of Lourdes. Weird, but fun. But by then I kind of had had enough of the racing cars, the negligent driving, the general feeling of putting my life at risk just by being on the road in something not having four wheels and a cage construction. So once again I went on, and once again I failed to find a cosy place for lunch. Must be getting picky in my old age :)

Finally, in Courtil, I passed a brewery / restaurant called “Lupulus“. Since this was sort of the last possible stop in Belgium (and thus the last stop, since I had planned on taking the train from Troisvierges for a long time now, due to the body’s complaints as much as the desire to be home and have things over with), I stopped there. It didn’t look convincing from the outside, but I had a meal and a bit of juice, bought the local stuff for Aga, and marched on.

Within a few hundred meters, I realised something was wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it felt like a “slag” (an aberration of the circle-shape of the rim of the rear wheel). However, glancing down, it did not seem to be that — the rim kept a straight line with every revolution. Nevertheless I could feel a definitive movement with every revolution. Crap.

I biked — carefully — onwards. As long as I was providing the power myself, it felt alright. But the downhill stretches, which previously had been joyful exercises in lazy acceleration, became frustrating events filled with worry and brakes. Going over 25, I could feel the wobble in the wheel, and the luggage’s effect on it, which seemed to amplify one another. Not Good!

Luckily it was not that far any more – another hour or so. Naturally, this cemented my plan to get on the train and not get off till Luxembourg city. Yes, I had made the provision for getting out sooner to enjoy a bit more of a ride, weather, bike, and physical state permitting, but “bike” was definitely not permitting, so no go.

I got back home, put the bike in the garage, and had a looooong shower. The next day, I limped my lame bike over to a workshop, where the problem turned out to be a rupture in the rear tyre. Big thanks Twan for diagnosing this over the phone in one go!

I got myself a new inner tube (never sure how much duress it had been under) and a new anti-leak tyre, and the mechanic put it on swiftly and expertly. Okay, it was quite a hassle for him, but he fixed a few other minor annoyances with the bike, so it is now yet again revisioned :)

Day 10: Leaving Lowlandia behind

Saturday, August 25th, 2012

I’m on a biking holiday — first time I’ve done such a thing. Here’s a short summary of what’s happened so far:

Day 10: Eindhoven – Banneux

Bike counter settings:

begin: 681km
end: 822km
· kms @ border lowlands: 790km
cumulative avg: 19.13km/hr
· cumul. avg before hills: 19.36km/hr
route: Aalst, Valkenswaard, Achel, now really to Achel, Bochelt, Bree, Oppitter, Neeroeteren, channel Zuidwillemsvaart to Maastricht, Moelingen, Visé Dalhem, St. Remy, Housse, Barchon, Heuseux, Micheroux, Nessonvaux, Banneux.

A long day planned (in Google Maps, it was about 130km), so I got up early and left with my brother at 7.30. Consequently, I was in Belgium before the Aga’s of this world were at work :)
It was cold in the morning, so I wore a vest and socks in my sandals (I know this is a Capital Fashion Crime — it was cold, so fashionistas: bite me! :P). I wound my way through Flanders a bit, and crossed a channel. I pondered following it — it did seem to be headed south — but decided to stick to the planned route. A few villages on, I crossed the damn channel again. This time I checked things. It was the Zuid-willemsvaart — to the best of my knowledge, a channel that runs to (or from) Maastricht. And there was a bike lane next to it.

One and one is two, so I deviated from the planned route and went to the channel. It was far calmer (virtually no motorised traffic), nice and green, and you overtake the occasional boat. I got to Maastricht at 12:30, surprising myself. Two-thirds of the way, and in five hours! I wasn’t even terribly tired nor hungry! So I decided to have my lunch in the small part of Flanders south of the border of Maastricht. The part that valiantly struggles against the Romans, errr, the Walloons :) Had a nice chat with various Flemish folk there, and took a long break and a nice lunch. (what is it with having Sealand’s mussels there? It was plastered all over the place, both in Flanders and in Walloon… you don’t see that around Eindhoven.)

Afterwards, I biked on, figuring it wouldn’t be that far. I got to Visé in decent time, and then the uphills started. My legs informed me that it wasn’t flat any more, and my speedometer dropped dangerously close to single digits. Wow. A few of the hills along the way surprised me with their uncanny ability to keep on going up. Even if you think you spotted the end of the hill further on, the road would just curve and you were welcomed to another portion of the lengthy uphill.

At times, I wondered why Heidi wasn’t set in these nice, rolling hills. It seemed quite appropriate. And then a car would race by, trying to break the sound barrier, at about a hand’s width, and I got it.
(Or, at least, I thought I did — I just read up on Heidi on the above link and saw it doesn’t come across quite as situated in a happy and unspoiled environment as my faded memories made it out to be.)

The last uphill was, yet again, particularly daunting. I arrived around 6, and figured I could have gone on a bit, but why bother? I had done enough for one day — as my leg muscles kept telling me ;-)