A few months ago, I rediscovered my trombone. The tool has been collecting dust in the attic for years. Now I wonder how I lived without a century.
I enjoy every note, feel fit, and have more quality time With the kids, who sway merrily when I’m training and– Last but not least – Now that I’m playing with an orchestra again, I’m out of my bubbles and contributing something to our city.
Unfortunately, the costs of making music are not bad: 50 euros per month for two private lessons, 10 euros for an orchestra membership and soon a renovation to equip a room in the house where I can rehearse without disturbing the neighbours.
Fortunately, I forgot about the high purchase costs and minimal maintenance costs of the trombone.
I am grateful to the Secretary of State for opening records to support the cultural sector. The focus is understandably on professional makers and the consumption of culture. However, I hope there are still a million out there to encourage adults and children to compose music (again) themselves.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who can’t live without a musical instrument.
In light of the excessive interest in Dutch news and among politicians for queues in Schiphol, I must unfortunately conclude that the understaffing for baggage handling appears to be more important than the understaffing in care, education and the police.
It was even suggested that the army be deployed to Schiphol. Is it really worse for people to have to queue longer for a few hours for a vacation than for people to wait months for surgery or dozens of kids being taught by unauthorized people?
Schiphol breaks the law every day because the airport does not have a nature permit. In the event that every Dutch person is subject to a penalty and a fine in case of continued violation, Schiphol may still carry out several flights.
Schiphol is also unable to properly handle passenger numbers.
In addition to mismanagement, I also see an opportunity here to kill two birds with one stone. Allow fewer flights to depart by complying with what is permitted by law and allow more satisfied passengers to depart on time.
The subject of the final exam
In her May 27 column, Margaret Ostvin named a cute test balloon for a new final exam subject “Reform” for pre-vocational secondary education. But why not think more, why not be a do-it-yourself final exam material for all high schools? Something different than dance, sports or music as a final exam. In this course you will learn wall plastering, simple electrical installation, window painting, tire repair or winter tire change, electrical appliance repair, etc. As a theoretical part, you can teach topics such as the circular society or sustainable energy.
This allows everyone to do simple chores around the house and you do not depend on craftsmen who are becoming rarer and more expensive. They can then focus on the really big or more complex jobs. A win-win situation.
Peter de Ward is right. The recent ruling by members of the Supreme Court Chamber on the savings tax will lead to a wave of objections. For many years, I disagreed with the fact that water boards charge our family for three pollution units, when it’s only two people. As with the savings tax, the government does this because it thinks it would be too difficult otherwise.
So it is pure laziness. It has nothing to do with justice and equal rights. It is therefore difficult for the Supreme Court to rule otherwise that this also contravenes European human rights. You still have a few weeks to object.
The comments accompanying all those pictures of needy animals with innovative braces and expensive prosthetics invite joy and pride, because those broken animals are so beautifully and wonderfully repaired, all paid for with crowdfunding (De Schallmaier index, 27/5). A “global shift” in our treatment of animals.
But it’s mostly sad. Their serious injuries were almost all caused by humans: a goat with its feet frozen by an unheated freezer, a squirrel rescued without hands from a poaching trap, an elephant trampling on a land mine, a semi-strangled poodle, and a tailless crocodile. Thanks to the ruthless game getaway.
Human hypocrisy at its finest: We look intently at repairing something we have destroyed ourselves. Without us, they wouldn’t have to ride around with fake blue plastic feet or flashy turbo wheels under their butts.
Reader Marti van der Velde argues in a column that contains answers women give when they encounter expressions of everyday sexism. Of course it is great that as a woman you can give a direct answer, but in strength differences it can be very difficult.
However, I had to think back to an incident that happened years ago at a staff party. A drunk fellow stuck his nose into my chest, inhaled and asked “what was I wearing”. To this day I still remember my answer: “Two red wines,” as I pour my glass upon his bald skull.
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