Thursday 15 December 2011

Proust Remixed - Meet Mr. AG

PROUST REMIXED
Bruxpat presents the famous Proust Questionnaire 
(with a Brussels twist)


Name: Alain G.
Background: 45ish gent of French nationality, never lived in la douce France, born in Germany and moved to Brussels in the parents suitcase and between European Schools before the age of 10. Married Dutch girl of Indonesian origin who happened to be in the same school and later university; got 2 daughters. A non man’s world I try to forget by researching and teaching on negotiations in the EU. Live in Tervuren, where you can speak English at the ‘commune’ but not French, unless you say you’re French and not Belgian, love it.



Confessions questions
Alain G.'s Answers
Your favorite virtue
Wisdom. The wise uses knowledge from his/her ability to see, listen, and understand, in order to act rightly for the Good.
Your favorite qualities in a man.
Faithful, funny, empathetical, household tasked, charming, good dad.
Your favorite qualities in a woman.
Emotional intelligence, grace, intuition, humor, attraction, caring.
Your chief characteristic
Absent minded (a spinning head up in the clouds)
What you appreciate the most in your friends
Simply being there when needed, without asking a lengthy list of questions -)
Your main fault
Procrastination (1), but hey, what’s the point of planning to do something if you already fully know what it’s going to be? said Picasso. Then obviously, (2) liking too much to have the final say.
Your favourite occupation.
Playing with software algorithms on a Mac, barefooted, with illy coffee around, listening to loud indie rock music.
Your idea of happiness
Based on Bhutan's Gross National Happiness Buddhist idea - living harmoniously material and spiritual development through a few specific assets: Physical and mental health; no solitude (social/community integration); cultural and spiritual vitality; rich education; prosperous living standards; good governance of the political system; and ecological sustainability.
Your idea of misery.
Consciously committing suicide to escape a life you cannot stand.
If not yourself, who would you be?
Steve Wozniak, an engineer who crafted a wooden box with a keyboard and an operating system, which later became the first Apple computer. He then preferred organizing rock festivals, and first use its 'blue box' to call the Pope faking Henry Kissinger. Still 'free' as we speak.
Where would you like to live if you weren’t in Brussels?
In Tibet (free however).
Your favorite flower.
A lotus, also because of its symbolism of the floating and expansion of the mind.
Your favorite area in Brussels
Forêt de Soignes - Arboretum
Your favorite place to hang out in Brussels
Delirium café
Your favorite EU Commissioner.
Viviane Reding, for generally standing up against her peers and Member States to defend 'her' dossier or a cause.
Your favorite place to get lunch in Brussels
A brunch on Sunday @ Cook & Book.
Your favorite season in Brussels.
Spring, the first days to enjoy riding on my VESPA again.
Your heroes in real life.
Einstein, Leonardo da Vinci, Mandela.
Your favorite heroines in real life.
My two daughters
What characters in history do you most dislike.
Stalin, Pol Pot, Judas (?)
Your heroines in World history
Marie Curie, Anne Frank, Rosa Parks, Queen Victoria, Hatshepsut (Lady Pharaoh)
Your favorite food and drink.
Sashimis (fugu and akami); Fresh raspberry juice.
Your favorite names.
Eve
What I hate the most.
Children dying of hunger
The Brussels-based event I admire the most
The Marché du midi, Sundays.
The European reform I admire the most
The European Coal and Steel Community Treaty, the mother of all peaces.
The natural talent I'd like to be gifted with
Soothsaying.
How I wish to die
Holding my beloved ones in my arms.
What is your present state of mind.
Rebellious
For what fault have you most toleration?
Lying to someone for his/her own good.
Your favorite motto.
To do nothing is sometimes a good remedy (Hippocrates).

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“Lost in Receptions”


By guest blogger LaFritte.

For everyone I know the end of the year is an incredibly busy period. I wonder why? It’s not that Christmas changes the date every year like the Ramadan does, according to the moon or other sorts of natural laws.

Photo found here
No, as far as I remember it has ALWAYS BEEN ON THE 24.12, no day earlier, no day later. Which means that even with half a brain we should be able to plan ahead, right, instead of moving everything to the last minute? So, why is it then that everybody is running around like a lunatic, obsessed with “finishing things” like reports, position papers, projects etc. before the holiday season as if some kind of apocalypse swept all world population away on 24 of December?

Apart from being a month of reasonably contemplative time, December is also excelling in social and professional buzz: a sheer endless number of conferences, workshops, meetings, committees and subgroups, expert groups, followed by working breakfasts, working lunches and receptions. Some of you might be fond of all those gatherings and attend voluntarily; others need to by obligation, duty or pure desperation.

For all those falling into the second category (including me) I have prepared a little survival kit that might help in making this period a little more enjoyable.

1.   When coming to a seated dinner, make wise decisions beforehand. Observe quickly and listen carefully, who looks likeable, fun and capable of speaking your language? Choose an open position at a table. Never let yourself get squeezed in between old Portuguese, Greek or Spanish guys– unless you speak their language. Evidence based experience has shown that their English is crap and you will be suffering the whole evening by listening to stories you don’t understand

2.   If you have difficulties retaining the names of your interlocutors, try making memory hooks. Brian (the bright guy with the  ...) Sarah ( talked bullshit like Sarah Palin)
Robin (..Who robbed me my time) etc.

3.   For conferences: Learn the Japanese technique of mini-sleeps while staying awake.

4.   If there is Internet where you are, you are saved. If not, always have a scrapbook with you. Maybe the idea of a bestselling novel will come right after the moment this old man next to you had fallen asleep in his chair.

5.   If you exchange business cards, and the conversation was good always scribble on the back of the card the date and something that will remind you of the person. It will be much easier to catch up afterwards.

6.   Learn how to escape. There is a time and moment and you will know it.

7.   Learn how to tell jokes

8.  Drink some alcohol and relax. The others at the reception are as lost as you are and need to warm up as well.

9.    Always have chewing gum with you and a spray deo in your bag. You don’t want to shy away people with your bad odor, do you?( unless this is a strategy to keep people away from you)

    10. Experiment, be genuinely interested:  most people are
happy not to talk about work at receptions so don’t bore your counterparts with the directive on low voltage standardization.

11. Don’t whine. Stand up and speak up, ask questions, the
bold ones and the ones nobody would dare to ask. People will be relieved somebody gets out there. You will definitely have interesting discussions afterwards and who knows maybe find out that the workshop you are at is finally not as dull as you thought.

12. See it strategically: how many breakfasts, lunches or dinners have you saved by attending all of those meetings in one month?


LaFritte is a blogger for Bruxpat. Conceived somewhere in the East-south, born somewhere in Eastern Europe, raised in the middle of Central Europe, she stranded on the Western shore of this continent a couple of years ago. She loves Belgian imperfections, the fact that everybody seem to be permanently stuck in an identity crisis, creative chaos and the rare sunny spells that occasionally fall on this country.  When this happens Brussels transforms itself completely turning into one of the most vibrant places - which reminds her why she is still living here. 


Sunday 4 December 2011

Street Style... around Brugman

Gorgeous style, fancy people on a sunny Sunday around Brugman...


All photos by Bruxpat

ABC of home decor (Belgian Style)


 
To put it simply, when it comes to interior design, Belgians do it better. I have already written about Michel Lambrecht, now is time to introduce another Belgian Flemish fellow: Alex Vervoordt. If you haven't heard of him next time you are in Filigranes have a look at the interior designer book shelve, you will be surprised by the number of books you will find.....

A.V. is one of the world's most famous antiques dealers, collectors and interior designers based in Antwerp. Indeed he is so famous that any discussion of Belgian interior design starts and ends with his name.

He designed super residences for the world billionaires. Yet to me his style seems to be little focused on opulence and more hooked on simple, every day objects, fabrics and materials. Architectural Digest defined him as  someone who "embraces an aesthetic that is remarkably accessible". 

A.V. operates from Kanaal a former distillery complex and from the magnificent Castle of ‘s-Gravenwezel.
Currently there are a number of winter exhibitions in Kanaal till the end of the year. Otherwise, you can visit him in Brussels at the BRAFA (21-29 January 2012) or in Maastricht at the TEFAF (16-25 March 2012) or again in Brussels at the Art Brussel (19-22 April 2012).

All photos comes from Google images. More pictures can be found on A.V. website


Thursday 1 December 2011

The Fogs of Schuman…(part I)

By guest blogger The Charbonnier.


Brussels is certainly not known from its blue skies. However, I am sure that many of you already noticed how the surroundings of Round-point Schuman are often submerged by a sort of esoteric fog. 

Whether this is the fog of the ideas of the European project or just a peculiar meteorological phenomenon created by the boiling grey matters of the EU officials, this is still unknown. 

As a matter of fact, like in a mystery comics, in certain days, one can see emerging from the dark the shades of the EU drones. 

They are normally of three types, although careful observers are ready to swear that they are much more. In this first episode of “Fogs of Schuman”, we will be looking at the EC android official 1.0. 

This is an EC career robot. It is an old-type of electro-mechanic drone. It is constantly focused on processes and never on substance. Its obsolete software allows only a very slow processing of information solely aiming at achieving prestigious posts. Nonetheless, due to the same old electronic, this common humanoid is incapable to define what “prestigious” means and why these posts are so badly wanted. 

For this very reason, you can see them roaming around Schuman area normally walking fast, carrying their smart phones toward unknown destinations. If you succeed to stop their run and ask where are they going, the answer will always be: “To the Cabinet”.

The Charbonnier is the most mysterious blogger of this community… No name, no references, no clues …

Photo by  John Drink Doe

Eurospeak test


By guest blogger LaFritte. 

Dear Brussels community, 

Today I have a test for you. Are you working with European Institutions in one way or another? Do you think you are proficient in Eurospeak?  

Have a look at the pictures and check if you can find the meaning behind…


A.
 B.
 C.

  To see the answers go at the bottom of the page
(No cheating please)
 

LaFritte is a blogger for Bruxpat. Conceived somewhere in the East-south, born somewhere in Eastern Europe, raised in the middle of Central Europe, she stranded on the Western shore of this continent a couple of years ago. She loves Belgian imperfections, the fact that everybody seem to be permanently stuck in an identity crisis, creative chaos and the rare sunny spells that occasionally fall on this country.  When this happens Brussels transforms itself completely turning into one of the most vibrant places - which reminds her why she is still living here.

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Answers:

A.   benchmark
B.   stakeholder
C.   bottom-up

Recognized all three pictures?
HURRAY-you are a real Eurocrat!

One or two pictures recognized?
There is still hope for you and/or you are wondering who has done these senseless pictures in the first place.

No pictures recognized?
Congratulation! Your mind is not spoiled yet, so either you don’t work or return from a vacation, which basically comes down to the same.

 PS All the drawings in this post are by LaFritte

Wednesday 30 November 2011

From artisans around the world to Brussels


The more I work in the aid business, the more I cannot help thinking that whilst increased aid is an important goal for the international community, what could make the real difference on the ground is trade. Allright I am not reinventing the wheel or anything here.... But just because I am saying something obvious it doesn't mean it is easy to reach.

Have a look at North-South trade flows and you will see what I mean. I am not evening thinking whether the terms of trade are fair or not, I am just reflecting on the quantity. Or lack of it.

That is why I think at some point in life I should seriously start my own business and try to bring together craftsmen from the so-called Global South (for those of you working in other sector that is how nowadays in the NGO world we refer to developing countries) into Western markets, in an effort to increase the trade flows between Northern and Southern hemispheres and to preserve old fashioned techniques.

Every time I travel outside the industrial world, I cannot help but think how many beautiful things human beings can do. From every day objects to fabrics and art pieces, I love to collect pretty much everything I can find in a market.

That is one of the reason why I am a big fan of Emery & cie. Agnes Emery is a Brussels born architect who sells a wide range of beautiful products -from tiles to furniture- completely hand made  in low or middle income countries. Not only she fosters local economies, she also defends a production method that is in danger of becoming extinct.

If you find yourself in downtown Brussels, you should definitely pay a visit to her shop, which looks like a home turn into an art gallery.

All photos via Emery & cie

Monday 28 November 2011

New Chocolate Maestro in Sablon

Le Sablon tremble? Looks like the best Parisian chocolatier decided to shake the status quo in downtown Brussels by opening up last week his first shop abroad, a couple of meters from Marcolini, Godiva and Neuhaus....

And what a shop! The less one can say is that Patrick's choice for sumptuousness can olny cheers us up in a time of financial crisis.


True is, the place is beautiful and the chocolate divine. I got carried away by CORSICA, essence of orange rind, ALLEGORIE, caramelized almonds-oranges-raisins and last but not least AMITIE delight of almond praliné.

So I cannot help wondering: will our new friend Patrick make us forget about Belgian chocolate?

Patrick Roger
43 Place du Grand Sablon
Bruxelles
www.patrickroger.com/   
(PS you should really check out his website)

All photos by Bruxpat including the one of Patrick in his shop last Saturday while welcoming his clients
   



Sunday 27 November 2011

Relationship Break Ups

Break ups suck. In a planet of 7 billion + people this is one of those commonly shared undertakings that any living person experience at some point or another in life. I bet you have been there too. It's a marvel to think we are all in the same boat...
They say break up is one of the most common social stressor in adult life, though some of us started already in first grade. Yours truly experience dates back to good old teenage time and ever since I have collected some pretty unorthodox stories on the subject. The best of all them was when my Basque boyfriend of the time bothered to dump me on the phone lecturing me on how his shrink explained him that intimate relationships harm the search of self - whatever that meant.  So while he hung up to look for his super ego, he left me dealing with my destroyed ego. How sensible of him.

In my family we have a good-track record of megalomaniac divorces. They all involved, to different degrees, hire expensive private detectives, even more expensive lawyers, sudden change door locks, stealing credit card bills and mobile phones in search for proves, fights for properties, children, pets and everything else including that old plate that nobody would like to keep in normal circumstances. Most of those behaviors were hysteric and in retrospective I tend to doubt about their legality. 

Once my mum was even called to testify in front of the Sacred Roman Rota, the highest tribunal of the Roman Catholic Church , in a legal procedure aiming at declaring one of our family members' marriage null and void. I wasn't asked to testify as my family thought that my poor relationship with God would have mislead the judge. What a pity. 

Those dramas usually involved the whole extended family, friends and neighbors (poor them, they usually witnessed the worst) - I guess you have this compulsive necessity to air your dirty laundry with the rest of the world if you come from Southern Europe. So as I grew up, the War of the Roses didn't seem to me such a bitter divorce after all. 

Ultimately the most unbelievable stories come always from my expat friends. If Carry Bradshaw was dumped with a post it, my friends experienced some of the following:
1) Being asked for a divorce in a e-mail (Subject: a wife's duty)
2) Discover your husband, father of your 4 sons, for whom you have been paying the bills for a decade, is cheating on you with a 20 something Asian friend.
3) Being left with a "it's over" text, on the day of your birthday
4) Discover your girlfriend is leaving you for your roommate and best friend. 
5) Being told your sexual performances do not fulfill an average woman's needs.
6) Realizing you are not in a relationship anymore when your calls/emails/texts are not returned and the concierge is refusing allowing you in the building -even just to ask for an explanation (Madam you are persona non grata)
7) Leaving your country and moving to a tiny village in the Flanders with your teenager daughter just to be told after 2 months that this relationship is not gonna work.

So as I said at the beginning, break ups suck and they make me sick. If you are currently experiencing this, I have no recommendations but a whole lot of empathy. Someone once told me that love is not a communicable disease and no, you are not gonna die for it. Yes...you tell my friends....

Photo via google image

Saturday 26 November 2011

Cuisine d'Auteur

I am intimately convinced that Brussels is not sufficiently well known to the outside world for its large range of high level restaurants. I always become grumpy when people get surprised of the offer and quality we enjoy around here.

My favorite restaurant is Greek and is called Notos. Forget moussaka, I am talking of fine cuisine which mix flavors of the Mediterranean islands. It brings Greek food to the next level. Gosh, I would love to cook like that!

Since I first discovered it, I had dinner at Notos at least a dozen of times. Still, I just can't get enough....Last year I brought there my dad, who is well known for being (beyond) difficult when it comes to restaurants. Well...he said it was a "unique experience" and every time he comes back this is the only place where he wants to eat out. 

My very favorite picks are (in random order): the salade de poulpe, the assiette variée de la mer (crème de tarama, poulpe mariné, thon fumé, bar au citron, saumon fumé, Noix de coquilles St. Jacques) and the wine Gris de Noir d’Antonopoulos 2007 (honestly I think I could easily drink it all day long.....)

Recently I discovered that the chef and owner, Constantin Erinkoglou, is a fellow College of Europe student who at some point decided he had enough with its Eurocrat life and took a completely different path by opening Notos. True story, they say! 

You can bet I will ask him next time. What a star this Constantin!

Notos
Rue de Livourne, 154
1000 Brussels


Photo via Sensum