Personally I am extremely committed to engage, not in politics, but in tech. After spending a lifetime accumulating ideas and concepts for products, I chose tech. Freedom at last. Sadly my choice was followed by a range of attempts to try and undo a deliberate choice from the heart.

These attempts to prevent me from executing my freedom to choose forced a second choice on me. The choice to engage in the murky debate on Human Rights. I started out with an obvious choice. In 2006 I became a member of Amnesty International. Keen to engage I instantly joined the internet group as a volunteer. After having followed the Human Rights debate for years. Inspired by the founder of the organization and the simplicity of the concept. As any debate starts with acquiring information I started out by raising questions. Again I choose to engage. Again I choose to engage through tech. I spend quite some time in trying to develop a software program, or at least the requirements for an application to improve working on this particular challenge.

That was my introduction to open source software. Organisations run mainly by volunteers usually simply don’t have the budgets to purchase enterprise software. My challenge was to develop software which could do what was required, be easy to use and be able to be developed further by any person. The solution appeared obvious.

websites of D66 en Amnesty International

Unhappy with the political course of the organisation I did dot renew my membership in 2008. Early 2008 I subscribed to IDEE the magazine of D66 and later that year I became a member of that political party. Again I choose to engage. On the digital platform Plein66 I started out by raising questions. And by sharing my views on topics. Expressing my libertarian views on immigration resulted in several attacks with computer viruses. Both on the spot, I was literally thrown of the website, as well as afterwards, a string of attacks targeting my ip-address followed.

What view did I express? I mentioned that a small government which does NOT provide extensive subsidies or welfare would end the populist debate on the ‘so called welfare migrant’. Having nothing to fight over as a consequence of low tax and limited government would wipe that main argument feeding the resistance to open borders of the political map. Simply a summing-up of the classical libertarian view.

Consequently I continued to engage. I visited an introductory congress. The following year 2009 I also took out a subscription to that other libertarian magazine Liberaal Reveil. Reading the means, having my questions answered the goal. Private engagement. Another form of engagement is speaking up. Speaking up when confronted with injustices.

I spoke up when I saw clergy write reports not only heavily biased but full of inaccuracies. I supported the victim and wrote a letter. I even called the management of that organization. Sadly to no answer. I supported the victim in consulting a lawyer and went along to the appointment and I respected her choice not to continue down that hard and long road. Later. When confronted with mobbing at work. Again I did not hesitate to speak up. Which was appreciated at work. Not so by the abuser and I am currently in the process of taking legal steps against the aggressor. Engagement has a price. So does speaking up where abuses are commonplace.

In November 2009 I founded my own company. Keen to engage. The goal was to create new products based on my own technologies. I started out with something simple. Art and marketing technologies. I choose to engage in tech. Joined Facebook as Laurganic Lq, my company, and was attacked. Throughout 2010 computer viruses broke through even the best tested security software (McAfee, Kaspersky, AVG). The trial versions did not achieve sufficient results. So again I choose to engage. I switched to Linux and consulted Norton Security documents to find out how to set up my own digital security. Digital security properly understood.

Laurganic Companypage on Facebook

As usual I was attacked. Over and over again. As this blog shows I continue to speak up. And I continue to engage. My libertarian views were attacked by theft. Hoping that a lack of resources would change my views. Nothing changed. My commitment to speak up in the face of injustice is being attacked by intimidation and threads with violence. Without any result. My willingness to engage is being attacked by a libel campaign against me and my company. Hoping that creating a dislike-able fictive identity concerning my person will prevent me from achieving results. And so increase the chances of disengagement. I have not even considered that direction. Currently I am being withheld free access to information. Both on-line and off-line. I am deliberately isolated from people with an academic background and I am being denied the opportunity to join clubs with people of my own background, namely upper middle class. It has not done anything but make me intensely private. I visit the same places, but when I do I travel alone.

Yesterday I spent 3 hours rereading physics, in preparation of a return to tech. The day before that I posted letters addressing injustices. I continue to engage. Not a fraction of a nano-meter less libertarian. This morning I prepared a post on Scrap ‘n Canvas. A new product in the adArt product-line of my company. Still believing that freedom will win.

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Privacy Laws in spite. Personal information regarding my person started appearing on the internet. When? Shortly after I started working at what would be my last non-independent position. The personal information appeared a gathered mess of gossip and information taken directly out of government information systems. Inaccuracies left intact.

Nevertheless it was personal information in free-fall. My grandfathers battalion during WW ІІ. My fathers naturalization to dutch citizen in 1983. A false account of a company my father set up during the eighties. All placed online! Than the Internet started swarming with family-trees! Next. A forged family-tree. With the patrician section of more distant relatives replaced by TV-celebrities. Amazing what you will find when Google-ing your own name.

the lock of a diary

Where to go from here. Privacy legislation. In review. At my desk. Last years legal texts. Check. Jurisprudence. Online access. Slightly in doubt regarding it’s reliability. Nevertheless, check. Just started reading the text regarding
privacy legislation by the European Union.

Have not yet decided what action to take. Found out about a legal body assigned with privacy protection. Thinking of lodging a complaint. Currently investigating if I can press charges. From a libertarian perspective: I would call it interesting to see the law upheld or faltering. Not sure where it will land. Dissatisfied with it’s course so far. Taking account of fact and folly. Stories aplenty. Action on a leash.

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Breda. Below the rivers aka in the south of The Netherlands. Not Holland. The inauguration of March. That is where it was. Where I was the first of March. Had some trouble getting there. Missed the first train. Tried to catch up. Missed it by a minute. The second train stopped. Right before the platform. It did not reach the platform. So I stood there waiting and waiting. At last it arrived. Late. Took a sprint on a rental bicycle. Need I mention that I made it?

At the military academy and the bicycle basement at the train station

A talk and a half later I got around to asking a few questions. Is it normal for army answers to sound like riddles? Nevertheless. Got some answers. But first regarding the rooms. Less furniture that mine. Satisfaction. Why do I get slack over that? Took a photograph just to be able so say this. I am not alone in this. Someone onces asked me ‘are you in the army’ on a day when I was dressed in green. Meaning: green bag, green suitcase, green coat. A smile. The memory. The resemblance.

rooms at the military academy and Mercedeses

The answers: regarding my business. Please note, no-one mentioned this. Just adding one and a few other comments. Brilliant at that. Force to fit. The economy. The lay-offs. An opportunity. My company lacks security more than anything else. Although it could do with an increase in budget. Nevertheless. Security experts in need of transfers. That is where to find them. Negotiating over the details can be done in person. Soon enough. Currently imagining: company security, company spirit, company sports, company corps. In transit. Idea to blueprint to market.

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Spent the 27th of February in Nijmegen. Visited a meeting of the local legislation (D66 only). To jot down opinions. The cause. My house. Sadly my house is not my sanctuary but my worst nightmare. What I know now but could never have imagined. It was a setup. This house full of holes. I was set up! By whom? For one, the owner. These holes where there when I first moved in. Hidden behind a double ceiling. Hidden behind wallpaper. I rent this place through a real estate management company. A middleman. In need of maintenance? Add complaint to complaint and be certain it will not be done. The last thing I needed when I started my own company Laurganic. Another day job. It was a bit worse than just that. There was a person with a key. Regular break-ins occurred, apparently. Photographs were taken. A fantasy tale unfolded. A problem took shape. While I was away. Working. Trying to get the company running. Although I have a zillion tons of discipline to help me cope. I would need about twice as much to succeed. Breathing in. Breathing out. Smiling.

The door and ceiling of my house

Someone once told me: being nice is a liability. And I am a very nice person. All understanding. Ever helpful. All free sector. All independence. But private. Then someone unkind saw an opening. I was approachable. Not afraid to be imperfect. Still in transition. Frightful potential at it’s wake. It had to be cut before it grew. I had to be unmasked. As someone without all those scary potentially conservative possessions. Worse still. I had my facts straight. Libertarian remember. We like things literal. We like rules to be verifiable. We like everything in writing. But worst of all: we read everything in advance. And refer to what we’ve read. To be defeated by a fact-sheet! Tragedy. Terror.

The roof of my house full of holes.

Back to those free sector credentials. My company. It took of while under attack. Than the house was what tore it to pieces. Holes and some kind of recording device. Nothing sells a lie better than twisted words. To lie with images as opposed to numbers. Tried, tested and one level down from everage. One step back. What got me to this house. Shortages in housing. House-mates causing a riot. Desperation. What will prevent this being done to your house in the future? Anybodies house? At last. Arrived. At the heart of the conversation. Currently carrying out: reviewing current options, assessing possible routes. A route towards legislation appears to be opening up. I would prefer self-regulation or Open Detective. Improved detection of holes and devices. Expanded negotiating power by more access to and better communication of current options. Keeping things libertarian. Although legislation is not in principle non-libertarian. Open for debate!

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page from Rights of the European Citizen
In 2001 I inherited a copy of ‘Rights of the European citizen’ published in 1961. Download a full copy here. The legacy was my grandmother’s. If I was to define her in just one line it would say that more than anything she taught me how to always ‘be aware of the human face behind political abstractions.’

A lesson she learned by experience. As appalled by the treatment of collaborators after the war as she had been by the atrocities and monstrosities of war she wrote a paper. I recall the line ‘..why I was not a Nazi..’ followed by her explaining how through Art and literature she had always been able to connect with people of other cultures and places. More importantly she did what few attempted. She went on to study German. And through the grand names of German literature and philosophy she found humanity behind a culture which at the time appeared exclusively evil. An accomplishment of a kind.

Because of her…my childhood opinions were often less judgmental than those of other children. Nevertheless, I have had my personal experiences. When I was attacked by left-wing bigots as a child she did not condemn me but supported me and suggested to send me to libertarian liberal schools. Because of her…I had the freedom to explore any political conviction. More than anything she felt it to be the responsibility of a new generation to define themselves. Independently from history as well as from heritage. But more than anything she taught me to define myself as an independent individual.

cover Rights of the European Citizen 2061

Accompanied by her books and love for Art I entered the 21st century. Not in her footsteps but in her spirit. A spirit which is also beautifully expressed in the words of the former Swedish Foreign Minister Osten Bo Unden in Rights of the European Citizen. ‘The recognition of the dignity of the individual is in keeping with our essential moral needs and this dignity finds its expression in what we know as human rights…Human Rights must be regarded by a people as the basic elements of politics, indissoluble and indestructable unless there be a change in our whole outlook on life.’

And so it is that regardless of the world outside of me I am comfortable with myself as much as I am self-aware. Aware of the past, fully comfortable with every bit of that past, yet never defined by it. No skeletons.

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The Arnason cover pages or is it?
The one book it seems almost everyone agreed was worth keeping. The Arnason. A while ago I picked it up. Ran through it’s pages. And stopped. In disgust. The phrase which began with ‘I saw the best minds of my generation, destroyed’ suddenly seemed to ought to stop at that particular point. Some sad excuse for an anti-artist got to it. Vulgarized it. Leaving an ashen shroud of artistic vandalization on MY treasured pages. MY memories of Art history classes during the late nineties. Trashed. Debased. Simply sad.

Stumbling over the rocks. Ruins barely recognizable. Scrambling for peaces. Recalling, recall, recollection on hold. Took some pictures. Took some time. Be puzzled by the images below.

arnasonFakeArt

Anyone in for IP litigation? Let’s go through this set. Right, below. Max Pechstein, Somali dancers. Really? Next. On the left. Salvador Dali. Cannot imagine that one being into hairless males. And whatever happened to his surrealism? Rather dull, not? Collection FRAC de Bourgogne must be surreal in name only. This morbid greyscale is fading as is. So is 1984, this image would simply shame Orwell. Irrelevant. A suggestion for the vandal of my Art-lit. Visit http://www.kmm.nl/collection

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With my sight unwavering set on future waves. Oddly conservative choices. This business, his businesses. This Art, her Art. In veins or simply in sight. A follower without a cause. Simply because.

What I have been told. My father the economist. As anyone of his age and background send to study in the (formerly) motherland A.K.A the UK. Think London in the fifties and sixties. Add some advanced university degree in New York and that is that. I set up a business. He did that a couple of times before. I will persevere. Got miles of catching up ahead.

Will run the distance in spite of a mad and seriously bad crowd kind of in my way. The distance run despite of me.

Looking on. Years of watching her paint and draw. Think Georgia O’Keefe for style reference. My mother and her Art. I remember the coal nudes from her course at the Willem deKooning academy. Sculptures have filled up the house now the children are gone. Her art teacher from ‘de haagse school’ was apparently impressed. Judge by this example of her Art below.

example of my mothers Art, made and painted by GS
Done some drawing. Added some strokes of wine. Find LaurganiQ Art at http://laurganiq.tumblr.com/page/2. The distance run. Ahead from here. A view for 2014. Somebody else’s Art and somebody else’s idea. A matchmaker in between. A little the one. A bit the other. Yet totally LaurganiQ.

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