March 12th, 2008 Posted in Computing, General | 1 Comment »

Update: Some images now available in The Gallery.
While I was bouncing around the technical wonderland of LCA back in January, I received a call to say that the Dutch government had invited me to speak at a one day conference in The Hague. To my surprise it wasn’t a case of my colleagues winding me up, and barely four weeks later, on Tuesday February 26, I boarded a plane in Canberra to begin my journey.
I flew to Sydney in a turboprop aircraft that ran almost an hour late, then after a mad dash across to the international terminal, didn’t quite miss my British Airways 747 because it had also been delayed. Once on board I settled into my BA skylounge and amused myself for the long haul to Bangkok. At some time that my body thought was perhaps 2:45 in the morning, but locals assure me was 10:00 in the evening, I disembarked into the shiny Bangkok airport for a long walk to the escalator that would take me up one level so I could do a security scan and walk back to where I’d started. We were told we’d be boarding again in 30 minutes and I just made it back in that time. They lied though. We didn’t board for almost 2 hours.
On through the endless night and I landed at London’s Heathrow just on daybreak to change aircraft again for the short hop across the channel. It’s funny to think that Heathrow to Schipol is roughly equivalent to Canberra - Sydney, yet in that distance you have changed countries. The approach to Schipol showed me a Dutch countryside I’d previously only seen on TV or in storybooks and I was captivated. I managed to stumble around like the wide-eyed tourist that I was and eventually found the right part of the adjacent railway station where I bought a ticket to The Hague. Luckily I’d figured out from the web that most trains between the airport and The Hague require a change at Leiden, otherwise I might have ended up anywhere.
My hosts had considerately booked me in to a hotel just out the door of the central railway station in The Hague, so at 1:00pm local time I walked into my room… and the phone rang.
I was astonished. Who knows I’m here?
It was my host, Fabrice Mous from ‘The Netherlands in Open Connection’ and he would be at the hotel in minutes to collect me. I managed to shower and change before meeting Fabrice in the lobby for a very short walk to the Dutch Nationaal Archief where a meeting room was set up with people basically waiting for me to get there to talk digital preservation. Bonus! All this arranged without my lifting a finger!
So I spent the afternoon talking with the wonderful people from the Archives, from the KB (National Library), from the ministry of Education, of Economics, of Agriculture and the list goes on. Part way through I was shown a beautiful public display room put together as a joint Archives and Library project in which significant documents are in display cases with integrated touch screen multimedia presentations attached. Also, one long wall was dominated by a visual show created by five or six synchronised video projectors - quite stunning.
After they’d shown me theirs and I’d talked about mine, we enjoyed drinks and nibbles in the building’s foyer where I met more interesting people. In particular I had a great chat with the two principal developers of the Dioscuri universal emulator project. While I’m not a huge fan of emulation for digital preservation, I greatly enjoyed meeting the guys and I hope that the money tap is turned back on so that they can continue their great work.
The day wasn’t over yet though. The conference organisers swept me away to dinner to meet with two of my fellow international speakers, Dr Gavin Beckett from the UK and Jens Jakob Andersen from Denmark. Dinner was pleasant with some interesting conversation around open data formats but my eyes kept closing so I retired early to bed - mindful of the work to be done in the morning.
Next morning I met Gavin and Jens for breakfast before we strolled a short way up the street to the building of the Social and Economic Council (SER). The venue was most impressive and with microphones at many desks and one wall dedicated to glass and a view into The Hague Forest just metres away, it looked like something out of an elaborate movie set. Dr Beckett was heard to mutter something that sounded like, “Donald Duck, I’ve never presented in a room like this before.” My sentiments exactly.
Proceedings got under way and unfortunately for me, much of it was in Dutch. After Fabrice spoke briefly to set the scene, I was first cab off the rank and took the stage to do my thing. Apart from some laptop video woes that upset some of my images, the presentation seemed to go well. I hit my 40 minute target pretty well bang-on and fielded a few questions. The best part for me was the feedback I received during the rest of the day in which many people came to thank me and compliment me on my talk. Several even asked if I would speak at other European conferences, so that was very gratifying.
I caught a few more presentations, but the lack of an English translation left me struggling, so I was ‘rescued’ by the Archives people who whisked me back to their offices for a thorough grilling. The Digital Depot crew had prepared a truckload of questions and recorded audio of me for a few hours of interview. Intense but fun.
Back to the conference, I arrived in time to catch Gavin Beckett and I commend his talk to anyone who wants to see how presenting should be done. Gavin spoke about the Bristol City Council deployment of StarOffice and the change to OpenDocument format. Check it out, along with mine and others at the conference programme page: http://odfworkshop.nl/programma
I also saw Machtelt Garrels speak and recognised another excellent presenter. She spoke Dutch and I understood almost none of it but the talk was clearly a good one. I was lucky enough to catch up with Machtelt after the official proceedings had finished and found that I was in the presence of an Open Source ‘rock star.’ Among others, Machtelt has written the Bash Guide, Introduction to Linux, LDAP operations and from what I can gather she’s into BSD development as well. To top it off she’s quite a character and a fine public speaker. I hope one day we can convince her to speak at a technical conference in Australia.
Things wound down, people left, and soon Fabrice had just two international guests and a colleague remaining. So he took us all off to dinner in a lovely little restaurant fronting the square opposite the parliament building. A very pleasant evening during which Werner from Germany attempted to convince me of the virtues of valve (vacuum tube) audio amplifiers. We left the others behind with esoteric debate of Total Harmonic Distortion, negative feedback stability control and the theory of harmonic reinforcement. I’m still a solid state guy, but he’s since sent me links that contain beautiful pictures of glowing valves, so I’d better read the text more closely.
Next morning I checked out of the hotel and had most of a day before my flights back home. I started with some serious foot-slogging around The Hague with camera in hand and captured a bunch of images. To my surprise, no shops opened until 10:00am so I found myself sharing the pedestrian malls with delivery trucks and not a lot else. There’s a limit to how much unguided walking I can do in a foreign city, so I retrieved my luggage from the hotel and caught a train to Amsterdam.
An hour later I disembarked into the remarkable tourist wonderland of downtown Amsterdam. People everywhere, postcard views of canals and river boats, all nestled among medieval looking buildings with 21st century shops squeezed inside. I wandered along to the square where Madam Tussaud’s dominates one side, a museum another and who knows what the rest were. A block away I found an outdoor antiquarian book fair and had to restrain myself from buying stuff I couldn’t carry. A nearby English language bookshop did provide me with a Stephen Fry paperback for the flight home though.
Hours raced away in Amsterdam and I soon made my way back to the railway station for the train to the airport, some heavy storms and the first of four planes for home.
Early Sunday morning I stepped off the 737 in Canberra, confused as to what time of day it was and still buzzing from a couple of remarkable days on the other side of the world.