Walking in the inner city, Jacques d’Ancona, the pedunculate oak. Our readers have an opinion on everything. Below is a selection of the best readers’ letters from the past week.
How did the eggs end up at Easter? Easy
I read with interest last Saturday’s article by Robin van der Kloor (‘ The mystery of the egg hider ‘, DvhN , 08-04). He wondered how the eggs ended up at Easter? All kinds of historians from Germany pass in review from 1572 and 1682 and the event is explained as a fable. What is missing in the article is the religious background of the meaning of Easter in relation to a (fertilized) egg.
Easter commemorates the fact that Jesus died 1990 years ago (assuming he was 33 years old) on the cross (on Good Friday) and rose from the dead on Easter. And in this the connection can be found with a fertilized egg, from which the chick will eventually rise on its own. Simple but very well matched. Years ago, Dr. Jan Ridderbos (now deceased) gave a sermon about this in the Zuiderkerk in Assen and that has stuck with me. So the connection between Easter and eggs is in the similarity; risen in his own power.
Assen, Henk Linstra
What needs to change? Player behavior
There is a lot of attention for the behavior in the stands of the football stadiums. A little blood has brought the case back into the news. You can’t escape it. From pub to room, everyone has an opinion about it and has been doing so for about 40 years. Most want stricter punishments, but the question is whether that will solve it.
Perhaps a (forced) treatment is better. Where I think something should definitely change is the behavior of many players on the field. With every (alleged) push they fall to the ground. Judging by the behavior, the public quickly thinks that they will not take action for the first few weeks. A little later they are happily running around again. They also almost never agree with the referee’s decision. They then run like a man possessed to the guide. Busy and threatening they then go to work. With the VAR in the background, that is of course pointless. Also kicking the corner flag and kicking against billboards is pointless.
In my opinion, that behavior is inciting: people in the stands commit bizarre acts. The youth like to copy the behavior of their idols. The players have an exemplary function and here is certainly a task for the trainer / coach. After 40 years they have not been able to solve it, but it is now or never. Actions rather than words.
Groningen, Linze Vlietstra
Walking through the city center of Groningen impossible
The city center of Groningen, I don’t go there anymore; it is not possible with a rollator. I also don’t understand why bicycles are allowed over the Werkmanbrug, they can also just use the Herebrug. And if you then continue towards Vismarkt via the Folkingestraat, you can completely forget about it. You are passed over from all sides and sometimes called names. And you can’t normally pass anywhere with decency, without almost falling or getting hit.
What the council has in mind is a mystery to me. Everywhere scooters, electric bicycles et cetera, nice and cozy. Conclusion: the municipality of Groningen itself ensures that walking through the city center becomes impossible. Let’s do something about that, instead of making money from all that rubbish on the street.
Haren, Bertus Hulshof
The WonderDoctor of WiFi
The miracles are not yet out of the world – for those who believe in them. This newspaper devotes two full pages on April 8 to the man who invented WiFi in 1988 ‘in 3 seconds’ (‘ How an unprecedented genius lost the thread ‘, DvhN , 08-04). About the follow-up to this raid, we only read that further development took a few years and then ten years of peddling with uninterested tech companies – until Steve Jobs finally took the bait.
Why don’t I believe this story? Anyone who has ever listened to speakers in public meetings knows that reverberations and echoes quickly make speech unintelligible. The same goes for electrical signals. In the space around a computer, a broadcast signal is reflected in dozens of places. A receiving antenna receives all these echoes mixed up. The miracle of WiFi is that it precisely reconstructs the originally transmitted signal from this jumble – without knowing anything about the signal itself or the environment of the transmitter and receiver.
But that’s not possible at all, is it? Apparently so, but it took a team of six brilliant Australian scientists six years to pull this off. They used, among other things, the very fast computer chips that did not even exist in 1988. I think the WonderDoctor from WiFi and his wife are just fantasizing.
Dwingeloo, JP Hamaker
Childishly illogical
Imagine you are a catering entrepreneur with twelve pubs. Three of them run like clockwork, because they have a good reputation, are heavily invested in them and are easily accessible. The remaining nine pubs that are more difficult to reach gradually become impoverished, because more and more regular customers also go to those three respected and accessible places. You find it logical to no longer invest in the less popular pubs.
At a certain point, those three pubs are overcrowded and no longer so cozy, but you continue to invest in them without there being a further increase in customers and turnover. After all, you want to retain your customers. Perhaps it would be a better choice to pimp up the other pubs and make them more accessible and findable. A little promotion doesn’t hurt either.
At some point, a number of customers from the three overcrowded pubs may find the other nine, much more spacious pubs much more pleasant and pleasant, and the investments made in advance prove justified. Costs come before benefits. It should be clear that this text is a kind of parody of how our government views the distribution of funds among the provinces. Totally childishly illogical, resulting in a vicious circle of loss.
Mensingeweer, Louis Timmers
Opinion of the reviewer
It was at my wife’s insistence that I went to the Geert Teis Theater in Stadskanaal on Wednesday, April 5. A nice artist would perform, that of The smartest person . For a moment I was confused with Stefano Keizers, but it was Fabian Franciscus, best known for his autism. Well, we’ll see, I can always drift off to sleep. Afterwards I personally shook hands with Fabian after I also bought a beautiful booklet from him that he had made together with his partner Celine.
I thanked him for the beautiful and special evening and let him know that I hadn’t laughed so much in the theater for ages. His absurd leaps of thought, interspersed with a lot of personal gloating and fat winks at autism, I found a relief. Apart from the fact that I thought Fabian was a very sympathetic artist. Touching even at times. I saw that Jacques d’Ancona was also in the room, so I looked forward to his review the next day. Was that a bit scary.
Jacques left no stone unturned by Fabian. He thought the whole performance was rubbish and was annoyed by his voice. In short, three times nothing. Now I know you should never contradict reviewers. They have an opinion and let’s face it, I can’t match the expertise of most of them in their field. So if Jacques doesn’t like it, he likes it. Finished. But in the last sentence of his piece he en passant also involved the audience. So me.
In short, it came down to the fact that the audience in the room belonged to Fabian’s fans and they love everything he does. And Fabian knows that so he doesn’t care what he says. Who laughs at a burnt dick in a frying pan? Well I! Behold the planks that are being beaten wrong.
First of all, I decide for myself what I like. The reviewer should limit himself to what happens on stage and as long as no lighters are thrown at the stage, the audience is secondary. The second plank concerns the public as a fan, as a cattle. There were quite a few people in the room who, like me, completely hesitant and even with some reluctance, went to Fabian. Yes, indeed, because she loved him The smartest person knew. Just like most Dutch people outside the province of Groningen Jacques d’Ancona only from the Sound mix show know. In the foyer I noticed the same experience everywhere that I had myself. A special person, that Fabian and laughed a lot.
I actually spoke to a real fan of his. Someone who has followed him for years. And admittedly it’s a gossip, but it seems Fabian kept getting interrupted by Jacques d’Ancona during his very first tryout of his very first show. That even went so far that Fabian asked him to leave the room. But that’s just a gossip, that probably won’t have influenced his negative review in this newspaper.
City Canal, Krijn Verweij
Critical of its own VVD
The mayor of the city of Groningen is well aware that national politics hardly takes the results of the parliamentary inquiry into gas quakes in Groningen seriously. ‘Schuiling has no confidence in the proper handling of the gas extraction file by the cabinet’, we read on Tuesday on the front page of DVHN.nl. That he was right after the first day of the parliamentary debate is not only apparent from the lukewarm reactions in both parliament and in Vak K(abinet). This is further underlined by the urgency in the news items of the NOS Journaal at 6 p.m.: the theme is completely absent. Compliments to Koen Schuiling, who, like Remkes, is critical of his own VVD, and of his own VVD Prime Minister Rutte.
Niebert, Bert Weggemans
Pedunculate oak
The construction of an electricity station in Hollandscheveld (on the Riegmeer business park) could mean the final blow for a large, healthy pedunculate oak.
It seems that the tree will be felled without scruples, despite the fact that it is on the municipal list of special trees. Unfortunately, economic interests often still take precedence over nature. The expansion plan apparently only leaves one spot for the transformer station and that is on the site of the oak tree.
Well, a pity then, the municipality thinks and suddenly speaks with two mouths, because there is financial gain to be made. No respect for this great giant, but no respect for himself either; as the wind blows, my jacket blows. Nevertheless, I hope that a miracle happens, that the felling permit does not continues!
Assen, Hiske Brouwer