Occupy Wall Street Amsterdam

I haven't read much into it, #OWS (Occupy Wall Street), most likely because it hasn't been in my face. ...until today. In the city center in front of the Amsterdam stock exchange (AEX Index) building, Beurs van Berlage and across the street from where I first started working when I moved to Amsterdam, I spotted the Wall Street protest. Here's some photos to share, which for me, kinda gives a little more reason for me to read more into this event. [nggallery id=4] If you go to the website of Occupy Wall Street http://occupywallst.org/ you'll find their mantra. A couple things I found very interesting right off the get go:

  • Occupy Wall Street is leaderless resistance movement
  • using the revolutionary Arab Spring tactic to achieve our ends and encourage the use of nonviolence to maximize the safety of all participants.

Occupy Amsterdam: impressie from Myrthe Verweij on Vimeo.

I'm curious what will become of these protest especially being leaderless.  And secondly, I found it pretty ironic that Western nations are following tactics recently seen in the Middle East....maybe this is a reason why I don't see so much news media on this topic?  A slant maybe? Anyway, there's a pretty active forum and I found this I protest because... post on why people protest.  The responses are all over the place but it's a good place to start and understand what is becoming of this protest. Some responses:

I protest to get laid by chicks who don't shave their underarms I protest because it is cool and I want my Mac Book Pro paid for by the 1%. i protest because it is my right as an american to stand up when i see my country being sold and polluted and its people dying in the streets. i am tired of injustice. i am tired of pollution. i am tired of poverty. and i am really tired of war. this is the only way i can see to add my voice to the many saying STOP -- i want a better country -- and a better world will follow I protest because I am tired of watching friends and family die because they cannot afford medication or health care. I am sickened by watching the lines at the food bank stretch across the road because people can't afford food. I am disgusted by watching good people who work and try to pay their bills being thrown out on the street because they cannot pay their mortgage payment. I am fed up with people not caring about other people and worrying about their own material gains to the exclusion of all else. I am frustrated by being blocked at every turn trying to get people to listen that we need social, political and economic reform. I realize that I am only one person, I cannot change the way the world thinks alone, but together, people who feel like me can make a difference. We can force laws to change, we can make others aware of the basic human condition and the ways that we can improve it. I add my voice here because maybe with one more voice, people will listen.

Pyramid du Louvre Caught At Sunset

The sun started sinking from the skies.  I gazed around absorbing all the magnificent colors and reflections from the buildings while a man plays the violin.  The sunset, the violin...it seems as if they are teaming up to create an unforgettable show that will be a lasting memory for all passing by.  Finally the sun falls behind the Pyramid du Louvre.  The sun is captured in the glass.  And for a handful of minutes, you can't help but stare, because you know that this is one of those moments that are rare. What a beautiful site from one of the most well known spots in Europe, the Louvre. Merci a Paris

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Restaurant Polidor of Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris

If you had to describe French food (or maybe use the word “cuisine” to appear sophisticated like the French as we touring around the Parisian streets), what would you say?  Would you talk about the French foods in a creepy way?  “Oh those freaky frog legs, the uncooked meat called tar-tar, which omg I need to zap in the microwave before eating…  Or would you talk about the elegance, the mouth watering steaks smoothed in savory oh la la sauce that melt ever so slowly in your mouth.  Or how about the tarte tintin (upside down apple pie) served at the perfect temperature for a perfect desert? Well, I decided to go one step further than food and try to describe the Parisian French restaurant experience I enjoyed over the weekend. I had the pleasure of touring Paris with a local Parisian.  Not only did I get the chance to see areas of Paris unknown to the average tourist, but I got to eat at a French restaurant and get a real local dining experience.   Named Restaurant Polidor, its story began in 1845 and to this day, they don’t accept credit cards, probably one of the cool reasons that Wooden Allen decided to shoot his last film here entitled “Midnight in Paris”.  I haven’t seen the film yet, but eating here has inspired me to hit up the video rentals. [caption id="" align="alignnone" width="485" caption="If he makes it, the crowd shall come"]
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Chaotic joy

You sit down.  It’s crowded.  Apparently Woody Allen’s film boosted recent business to the restaurant as people flock by the masses.  The tables are placed as they would be in a school cafeteria and so you share tables with strangers, but you won’t even care. The service is amusingly chaotic.  The restaurant is packed with guests, but not with servers.  The waiters/waitresses will avoid eye contact when possible.  Our waiter disappeared and so we asked help from another.  Stress in the air.  Rather than assisting, the waiter lectured us about how we cannot expect help from other waiters because they are too busy.  It almost felt like we did something wrong by asking for service….btw, this lectured occurred twice by two different waiters.  And so you escape from the stressful and head for the toilet only to find that the toilet is a hole in the floor….old school. But eventually you are served, and enjoy the “local French moment” with your friends.  About 50 euros per person will get you a 3 course meal  with pate, duck, delicious desert and a couple bottles of wine.  And after the first bottle of “vin” (French word for wine) you  forget the chaos.  You look to your friends and realize that this is one of those experiences that you don’t get anywhere, but one that you get in Paris. ...And after we went out in search of our next bar a vin to continue our special night way beyond a Midnight in Paris. Photo Source: http://parisfocus.blogspot.com/2010/03/cremerie-restaurant-polidor-after.html