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Decided to treat myself to a fun Angular event in December, namely the following training: Angular architectures for enterprise applications. According to the descriptionn:

"In this interactive seminar you develop a critical understanding for planning and implementing large enterprise applications with Angular. You explore and work with approaches to structure huge applications like npm packages, Nx Monorepos, and Microfrontends."

You're never to old to learn new stuff, and I'm really looking forward to interacting with interesting people and further honing my Angular skills.

The NG-BE 2019 is a 2-day event in Ghent, Belgium, that brings together Angular developers and experts from all over the world to share ideas, news and opinions about Angular.

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"It's as if I'm being prepared for something, some other adventure, which is over the hill. I've got all this stuff to lose first, and then I'll be at the shadowy side of the hill doing the next episode in the spirit world."

Billy Connolly

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An object that carries data between processes. Communication between processes is accomplished via remote interfaces where each call is an expensive operation. The cost of each call is proportional to the round-trip time between the client and the server. This means that the number of calls can be greatly reduced by using an object that aggregates the data that is served by one call only rather than transferred over several calls. This is referred to as a data transfer object (DTO).

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Say goodbye to yet another beard. After struggling ten days battling the incessant itch, I had finally grown a pretty impressive beard. I could have let it grown even longer, but my wife found it too ugly to bear. Oh well, there goes another beard.

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The annual 'Jong tegen Oud' match play tournament took place again this year on Sunday, 22 September. The weather was nice and sunny, and the playing conditions were nearly perfect for fun day of golf.

This traditional challenge has proven to be a grueling contest matching a team of young whippersnappers against an older team of wise and experienced seniors.

Article (scroll down).

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| Health and happiness | 0 Comments

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This was a good month for sporting, on my journey to get my weight down below seventy kilograms. In total, ten times working out at the gym which on average is once every three days.

The trick is quite simple, actually.

Eat smaller portions, never take seconds, do not munch between meals, skip all desserts and go to bed early even if you are hungry.

If you are too hungry that you cannot fall asleep, then you may treat yourself to one piece of fruit, preferably an apple but if you are feeling desperate, a banana every once in awhile is acceptable.

In the beginning it is the most difficult to acclimate to your new eating regimen, and good old-fashioned mental discipline is a must.

After your meals you will still feel very hungry and have an irresistible urge for some dessert, but resist. One tip is to be patient, have a cup of coffee and wait thirty minutes. That is the usual time it takes for your hunger urges to settle down and eventually disappear.

This regiment has worked quite well for me, so far so good. I've lost around five kilograms in two months with only one and a half kilograms to go.

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After qualifying for the Rijnmond Open nine years in a row, for the first time I failed to make the cut. The last couple of weeks I spent much time training myself and practicing endlessly, but to no avail.

I played terribly and for the life of me I just could not get my act together. My body was stiff and refused to obey the commands from my brain. That combined with an unusual streak of bad luck brought me to my knees.

The cut for the final weekend was 89 which I missed by two lousy strokes shooting a 49 + 42 = 91. When I normally easily shoot in the high seventies to low eighties.

This has really bummed me out, and it is difficult for me to accept. Golf is a brutal and unforgiving sport, and it doesn't improve one's chances as you grow older and wiser.

Oh well, my day will come another time in the not so distant future, or so I keep trying to convince myself.

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I would say that the hardest part of my job is bridging the gap between what the requirements actually mean and what is technically feasible. As if this is not enough of a challenge in itself, let's make it even more volatile by throwing in political discussions and human emotions to ante up the challenge with even more interesting constraints. On the one hand we have the facts and figures, and on the other hand we have human nature creating bumps in an otherwise smooth road to success. Finding the right balance between creating the perfect platform and meeting the expectations of the outside world is fun yet challenging.

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What the heck, I might as well give it a try. I will replace my rescue and see how it goes. Besides, rescues are for senior hackers anyway. For now I'm still good enough, so it'll be a fun challenge making new changes and tweaking my golf style before it's too late.

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I figure that from off of the tee there are some challenging holes with narrow fairways where this driving iron can come in very handy. Using a full-fledged driver is a bit risky, and although with an iron the distance is reduced somewhat, splitting the fairway more consistently is what it is all about.

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Took a long and leisurely Sunday walk this afternoon, and this is what I saw along the way.

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Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

-- Neil Young, Don't Let It Bring You Down

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Thanks to this inspirational quote by Dan Pedersen, I feel much better today:

"When we feel like we're not good enough--not worthy, it's the result of comparing ourselves to what we're not. We want to be more than what we are, so we can impress other people. We fear rejection.

From the moment we're born we are vulnerable and dependent on other people. Rejection threatens our security--both our physical survival and our emotional survival.

We fear not being protected and not being loved. So we compare how we think others currently perceive us, with how they could potentially perceive us if we were to change.

We think about all the times we've been criticized, judged, ridiculed, rejected, abandoned, compared to others, etc. and we imagine that this is how most people think of us currently and will continue to think of us unless we change into what we think they will admire.

The truth is that most people are wrong about you and you are wrong about how most people perceive you.

Another way to think about all this is to imagine that you're the last person on Earth. In other words, imagine there's no one around to impress and there never will be again. How would that change what you think about yourself? Would you still feel unworthy? Would you still feel like you're not good enough? Not good enough for what?

This whole feeling of not being good enough is an illusion we create. When there's no one to compare ourselves to the illusion goes away."

Taken from his website Living with Confidence.

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For the third time I had the great pleasure to attend a Neil Young concert, this time at the Ziggodome in Amsterdam with Maarten who has become a big fan and knows many of the songs.

Mostly older numbers from the good old days, a nice mixture of acoustic and harder stuff: Mansion on the Hill, Old Man, Human Highway, Throw Your Hatred Down, Heart of Gold, Cortez the Killer, Fuckin' Up, Rockin' in the Free World and Hey Hey, My My.

Forty years ago I remember coming home with his latest album "Rust Never Sleeps" and listening to it endlessly over and over again until the melodies and lyrics became part of me. Hard to believe that my biggest hero is now seventy-three years old and still going strong. Rock out Neil!

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Plowed my way through yet another thick book on my pursuit of historical facts and fiction. No less than 1143 pages which brought to light how history can take unexpected turns resulting in useless and inhumane destruction.

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World War II had become the deadliest conflict in history with an estimated total of 70-85 million people perishing or about 3% of the world population.

The Third Reich was supposed to last a thousand years, but fortunately it had passed into history.

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My mother would have reached the ripe old age of ninety years had she still been alive, God bless her soul.

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We had a fun and relaxing vacation in Croatia driving around and exploring the coast and countryside. The main highlights of our trip include:

For more details, have a look at the many pictures.

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Took a quick dip in the Adriatic Sea this afternoon and loved every minute of it. The temperature was perfect, and I could float endlessly in the salty water bobbing up and down ever so slightly like a baby in a bath. At one point I imagined myself far out to sea with not a single worry in the world.

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You know that you are getting older when you completely forget that it is your wedding anniversary.

By arrangement it was also the very same day we first lay eyes on each other.

Thea and I met each other for the first time in Balestrand, Norway exactly thirty-nine years ago to the day.

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Hard to believe but true.

| Golf | 0 Comments

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Great first round, so so second round. Thanks to Thea for letting me play on her 60th birthday.

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A person who is deemed to be despicable or contemptible.

Dirty dog, git, puke, rotter, scum bag, skunk, so-and-so, stinker, bum, crumb, rat.

"Only a lowlife would steal money from his own child..."

| Life in Holland | 0 Comments

While strolling through the streets of Rotterdam one day, my eyes feasted upon this nice mural. Had to take a picture of it on the spot.

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So what's so interesting about the weather? It's not what one would consider the most fascinating subject to write about. However, when it comes to "Het weer" as Dutch folks call it, the topic takes on new dimensions of excitement. If you plan on visiting this fine country, living here for awhile or you are just passing through, there's some important weather details you should know about ahead of time. Please hang on to your "Paraplu" (more about this later).

In the good old days before the effects of global warming wrecked the climate, weather in Holland was fairly predictable. As expected, you had the usual four seasons, each one with it's own particular character. You only had to look outside to see which season it was without having to refer to your smartphone. During the spring it rained much of the time, the summers were pleasant, and the winter was cold and it snowed often. The very famous "Elfstedentocht" would take place when the ice was thick enough.

Turn back the clock to 1980 when I first came here with my backpack and book "Let's Go to Europe on $5 a Day." Born and raised in sunny California, I was accustomed to calm and predictable weather. My mind and body had never been challenged by the inclement fantasies of mother nature. In fact, I was so spoiled that when the first raindrops hit the window pane, I fell into a deep depression. If there were too many clouds obscuring the sun rays, I became quite irritable, fearing I'd lose that beach-boy tan I'd spent days working on at the beach.

Imagine the shock my mind and body received upon experiencing my first winter in The Netherlands. That was back in my post hippie days, so walking around in leather sandals and wearing only a flimsy tie-dye shirt didn't work out well. Especially when my ears started pounding and my fingers froze off. I wondered: how could western civilization ever have migrated so far north, leaving the balmy warm beaches of the Mediterranean, for this? It was all about freedom back then, and a drastic drop in temperature was not enough to keep those seekers of truth from coming north. During the Dutch Golden Era this area of Europe was a sanctuary where the right to free and creative expression formed the core of the new society. Who could then care less about the weather?

In the glory days of 1980 the weather was a predictable cycle from warm to cool to cold to warm again. The advice was simple: buy a thick coat for winter, light clothes for the summer and two umbrellas in case it rains. Why two umbrellas? Think about what makes Holland famous: windmills! These amazing mechanical works of art use the wind to generate lots of energy. There is lots of wind in Holland, and it can blow as hard as "Stormkracht 10" or more. Your poor umbrella is inverted and mangled to pieces. An extra umbrella will definitely come in handy some day.

This applies equally well today, fast forward back to the present. As far as the two umbrella principle is concerned, better make it three just in case. Due to the climate changes, storms have taken on a more sinister expression. Mother nature's mood can become quite inclement, she's upset and wants to punish us for our bad deeds. So have yet another extra aerodynamic umbrella on hand, one shaped like the wing of a supersonic jet: the senz umbrella. Naturally, this newfangled contraption was invented by a Dutch person. You can purchase one at every street corner the whole year round.

Remember the predictable cycle of yearly seasons we used to have? Well, that has all changed now. In winter it never freezes any more and there hasn't been an "Elfstedentocht" since 1997. In general the winter temperature is lower than in summer, so keep that thick coat on hand just in case. Then there are the summer heat waves. On the first day, all your neighbors will rush to the balcony and get sunning. Then afterwards you will boil two to three weeks at a time. Unlike other civilized countries, houses here do not have air-conditioning for some mysterious reason. An extra umbrella will not help very much.

A good old Dutch heatwave is the time to sit outside and enjoy the beautiful surroundings here. There is so much green nature, and all that water reflecting the sunlight in your face. I feel that beach boy tan coming back and it feels pretty good. Time to put on that tie-die shirt again. Whatever the weather may be, no matter how bad it gets, never forget that good old Dutch saying: "Achter de wolken schijnt de zon."

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The game of golf is an unpredictable sport. Not only can your scores differ greatly from week to week or even day to day, but if you are not careful suffering scattered results within a single round is not uncommon.

Very frustrating to say the least, but that's often what the wonderful game of golf is all about. You against mother nature and her inclement moods.

So with that introduction, let me try and explain what happened to me this afternoon. The stormy weather, high winds and gusts of hard rain pellets stinging my face surely didn't make life easier. This is how the erratic nine holes went:

Double, eagle, double, par, par, birdie, bogie, triple and double for an unimpressive forty-three.

Wow, an eagle on hole two. That was a nice surprise.

On my second shot, I lofted a nine iron to the left of the flag to compensate for the wind blowing from left to right. Indeed, the ball came down drifting to the right as expected and landed right next to the flag. Since the green is elevated I could not see where the ball had stopped, but I knew that it was very close.

Turns out it actually rolled nicely into the hole without me seeing it, which after the awful double on the first hole put me at even par.

Seven wet and windy holes later, I was putting on the ninth green. It started to hail so hard that I missed my bouncing putt for my noble efforts.

That's when I decided to call it a day and walk back up to the clubhouse for a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream as a reward for my suffering.

| Life in Holland | 0 Comments

"Zacht geluid van door elkaar klinkende stemmen."

Voorbeeld: "Bij prikkelende beelden in de film ontstond geroezemoes in de zaal."

Synoniemen: gebrom, gemurmel.

This is one of the many Dutch words that when pronounced correctly sounds exactly like what it describes.

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I haven't played any serious golf since September of last year. Sure I hit balls a couple of times and practiced putting and chipping a bit, but I had become so distraught with my lousy game last year, that I decided to put gold on hold for awhile. Maybe even give up the stupid sport for the rest of my life.

It being winter and too cold outside, I was even less inspired to continue honing my golfing skills so things just went along fine as long as I didn't try to play golf.

Yesterday I played at the Leeuwenbergh Golf Course with a couple friends (Reinier, Vanessa and Maurits), accepting that this would be purely for fun and relaxation since I'd surely hack around and make a joke of myself.

For the first time in two month I hit a half a bucket of balls, and I was even surprised how good it went.

Then everything magically came together. A nice par followed by a birdie on the first two holes. One under par after two holes, are you kidding me? So then I bogied the next two holes to go one over, part of the game. Parred my way to the turn, and continued parring down the stretch for twelve holes in a row (that must be some kind of record). Knocked the ball in the left-hand trap on 17 and scrambled for a bogie, and ended up with a par on the final par 5 hole.

Final result: 37 + 36 = 73 (two over par).

Last year I had played so poorly that I had accepted the painful fact that I may never be able to play a decent round of golf again, maybe not even breaking eighty the rest of my life. Out of the blue and totally unexpected, I manage to pull off this miracle. Dear God thank you for blessing me with such a fantastic day on the golf course. Yes, there is still hope so never give up.

I guess I still have it inside of me, somewhere deep yet accessible. It's a great feeling knowing that I am still capable of pulling it off. If I put my mind to it and get a little bit lucky along the way.

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Here we are in the middle of nowhere having a fun and relaxing week away from the world of chaos.

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With more than a year of preparations under our belts, the devops team managed to pull off a successful launch of our state-of-the-art telecom platform. This is a great accomplishment of which we can all be very proud.

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After a few weeks postponing it, I finally got around to fixing the toilet. It's one of my least favorite activities, and I tend to put it off way too long. Ironically, when I finally came around to repairing the toilet, it only took me around five minutes.

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This personal weblog was started way back on July 21, 2001 which means that it is 7-21-2001 old.

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Graduated from Stanford 6-5-1979 ago.

Kiffin Rockwell was shot down and killed 9-23-1916 ago.

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