Alles wat jan bezig houd, jan interesseert en jan irriteert... en ook een beetje onzin...

donderdag, oktober 21, 2010

quotes van vroegere website…

Soms is het leuk om in de tijd terug te kunnen kijken.

Dankzij de website www.archive.org kan dat ook letterlijk.

Zo kwam ik mijn eigen website uit 2004 hier tegen.

Wie benieuwd is hoe dat er dan wel uitziet, kan hier eens kijken : http://web.archive.org/web/20041025212452/home.tiscali.nl/janromme/geinf.html

Wat is “vol”?

 

Tijdens een college plaatst de professor een aantal voorwerpen op tafel. Zonder iets te zeggen pakte hij een grote glazen pot en vulde het met golfballen. Hij vroeg toen aan de studenten of was de pot vol was. De studenten waren het er onderling mee eens dat de pot vol was.


Vervolgens pakte de professor een doosje met kleine kiezelstenen en gooide die in de pot. Hij schudde met de pot en de kiezelsteentjes vulden in de openingen tussen de golfballen. Hij vroeg toen of de pot vol was. Opnieuw bevestigden de studenten dat de pot vol was.
De professor pakte een doosje met zand en goot het in de pot. Natuurlijk ging het zand tijdens het schudden naar de openingen tussen de stenen. Hij vroeg weer of de pot vol was. De studenten antwoordden nu in koor: “Ja!”.


De professor pakte vervolgens twee kopjes koffie en goot het in de pot. Je zag hoe de koffie effectief de lege ruimtes tussen het zand vulde. De studenten lachten.
“Zo”, zei hij terwijl de studenten weer stil werden, “laten we zeggen dat de pot jouw leven vertegenwoordigt. De golfballen zijn de belangrijke zaken in het leven - zoals God, het gezin, je kinderen, je gezondheid, je vrienden en je favoriete bezigheden - dingen die je leven blijven vullen, zelfs als al het andere in de wereld zou zijn verdwenen. De kiezelstenen vertegenwoordigen andere zaken zoals je baan, je huis en je auto. Het zand vertegenwoordigt de kleine dingen in je leven.”


“Als je de pot eerst zou vullen met zand, dan was er geen ruimte meer voor de golfballen en kiezelstenen.” Hetzelfde geldt ook voor het leven. Spendeer je al je tijd en energie aan de kleine dingen, dan is er geen ruimte meer voor zaken die echt belangrijk voor je zijn. Besteed daarom aandacht aan de dingen die essentieel zijn voor jouw geluk. Spel met je kinderen. Neem de tijd voor medische onderzoeken. Neem je partner mee uit eten. Er zal voldoende tijd over blijven om het huis schoon te maken en de financiën bij te werken.”


Toen vroeg één van de leerlingen wat de koffie vertegenwoordigt.
De professor glimlacht en zei: “Ik ben blij dat je die vraag stelt. Dat was om aan te tonen dat ongeacht hoe vol jouw dag lijkt te zijn, er altijd ruimte is om een paar kopjes koffie te drinken met een vriend.”

maandag, oktober 18, 2010

over hoe makkelijk het is om zelf een boek te publiseren.

Hoe makkelijk is het om zelf een boek te publiseren en hoe maak je er dan reklame voor en winst op ?

Wel, zo dus : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ja-konrath/ebooks-and-self-publishing_b_764516.html


donderdag, oktober 07, 2010

Steeds meer lectuur als download op jw.org beschikbaar

Op www.jw-media.org werd een heel nieuwsartikel geweid aan het publiceren van het “My book with bible story’s”, ofwel het “Mijn boek met bijbel verhalen”. Dit boek is nu in 21 talen van www.jw.org te downloaden.

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Toen ik ging kijken viel het mij op dat ook het dagtekt boekje van 2011 al in het Engels beschikbaar is, en dus misschien binnenkort ook in het Nederlands.

Nou hoop ik dat ze er ook werk van maken om de WTlib CD op de site te publiceren, want dat zou natuurlijk helemaal fantastisch zijn…

Seeing Is Believable – a nice pet…

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Love Knows No End.....Has No End To An Open Heart!     As it can Touch All Things!

woensdag, september 22, 2010

outFOXed


Hier een documentaire waarvan ik denk dat jij hem wel zult kunnen waarderen.


Hij heet OutFoxed, en gaat over Rupert Murdoch, de eigenaar van The Times, The New York Times, The Sun, FOX news, en een heleboel andere media bedrijven.
Deze documentaire gaat over het feit dat wat de media als 'nieuws' presenteer allen maar een selectie (en in het geval van FOX dat nog niet eens) van het totale nieuws is.

Als alle kranten die je leest en alle TV zenders die je kijkt je verschillende versies van hetzelfde verhaaltje vertellen, ga je het op den duur natuurlijk geloven... vandaar het gevaar van zo'n conglomeraat als dit...

Kijk en huiver...

maandag, september 20, 2010

Fwd: AN AIRLINE WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR!


Gewoon humor...


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See also the comments of flight attendants and crew listed below. 




Kulula is a low-cost South-African airline that doesn't take itself too seriously. 

Check out their new livery! 









































Subject: From the cockpit on KULULA.COM- South Africa's Budget Airline 

WHAT A PITY KULULA DOESN'T FLY INTERNATIONALLY - WE SHOULD SUPPORT THEM IF ONLY FOR THEIR HUMOUR - SO TYPICALLY SOUTH AFRICAN.
Kulula is an Airline with head office situated in Johannesburg .
Kulula airline attendants make an effort to make the in-flight "safety
lecture" and announcements a bit more entertaining. Here are some real
examples that have been heard or reported:

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On a Kulula flight, (there is no assigned seating, you just sit where
you want) passengers were apparently having a hard time choosing, when a flight attendant announced, "People, people we're not picking out furniture here, find a seat and get in it!"

---o0o---

On another flight with a very "senior" flight attendant crew, the pilot
said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached cruising altitude and will be
turning down the cabin lights. This is for your comfort and to enhance
the appearance of your flight attendants."

----o0o---

On landing, the stewardess said, "Please be sure to take all of your
belongings.. If you're going to leave anything, please make sure it's
something we'd like to have."

----o0o---

"There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out
of this airplane."

---o0o---

"Thank you for flying Kulula. We hope you enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."

---o0o---

As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at Durban Airport , a lone voice came over the loudspeaker: "Whoa, big fella. WHOA!"

---o0o---

After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in the Karoo , a
flight attendant on a flight announced, "Please take care when opening
the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as
hell everything has shifted."

---o0o---

From a Kulula employee: " Welcome aboard Kulula 271 to Port Elizabeth .
To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and
pull tight. It works just like every other seat belt; and, if you don't
know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public
unsupervised."

---o0o---

"In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will descend
from the ceiling. Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your
face. If you have a small child travelling with you, secure your mask
before assisting with theirs. If you are travelling with more than one
small child, pick your favourite."

---o0o---

Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but
we'll try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and remember,
nobody loves you, or your money, more than Kulula Airlines."

----o0o---

"Your seats cushions can be used for flotation; and in the event of an
emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with our compliments."

---o0o---

"As you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your belongings.
Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight
attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses.."

---o0o---

And from the pilot during his welcome message: "Kulula Airlines is
pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight attendants in
the industry. Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight!"

---o0o---

Heard on Kulula 255 just after a very hard landing in Cape Town : The
flight attendant came on the intercom and said, "That was quite a bump
and I know what y'all are thinking. I'm here to tell you it wasn't the
airline's fault, it wasn't the pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight attendant's fault, it was the asphalt."

---o0o---

Overheard on a Kulula flight into Cape Town , on a particularly windy and bumpy day: During the final approach, the Captain really had to fight it. After an extremely hard landing, the Flight Attendant said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Mother City. Please remain in your seats with your seat belts fastened while the Captain taxis what's left of our airplane to the gate!"

---o0o---

Another flight attendant's comment on a less than perfect landing:
"We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."

---o0o---

An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had hammered
his ship into the runway really hard. The airline had a policy which
required the first officer to stand at the door while the passengers
exited, smile, and give them a "Thanks for flying our airline. He said
that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the
passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment. Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking with a cane. She said, "Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"Why, no Ma'am," said the pilot. "What is it?" The little old lady said,
"Did we land, or were we shot down?"

---o0o---

After a real crusher of a landing in Johannesburg , the attendant came on with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt against the gate. And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.."

---o0o---

Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank
you folks for flying with us today.. And, the next time you get the
insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal
tube, we hope you'll think of Kulula Airways."

---o0o---

Heard on a Kulula flight. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to smoke,
the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing.. If you can light
'em, you can smoke 'em."

---o0o---

A plane was taking off from Durban Airport . After it reached a
comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.
Welcome to Flight Number 293, non-stop from Durban to Cape Town , The weather ahead is good and, therefore, we should have a smooth and uneventful flight.. Now sit back and relax... OH, MY GOODNESS!" Silence followed, and after a few minutes, the captain came back on the intercom and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier. While I was talking to you, the flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my lap. You should see the front of my pants!" A passenger then yelled, "That's nothing. You should see the back of mine!"








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zaterdag, september 18, 2010

Wat kost Milaan per dag vakantie ?

Ik en Rene waren de afgelopen 2 dagen in Milaan.

Nou vroeg ik me eens af wat dat nou eigenlijk precies kost, zo'n paar daagjes Milaan.

Wel, het komt neer op 150 euro per dag (inclusief capuchino, pizza en merkkleding die je mee naar huis neemt...).

woensdag, augustus 25, 2010

TED talks over van alles en nog wat...


Ik kwam pas een website tegen, namelijk www.ted.com waarop allerlei lezingen van ongeveer 15 minuten staan die worden gegeven door op dit moment toonaangevende geleerder.
De manier waarop deze doctoren en professoren hun onderwerpen uiteenzetten is ook voor een leek goed te volgen.

Hier enkele voorbeelden van deze "TED talks" :

  • Daniel Pink verteld over wat mensen eigenlijk motiveert, en wat de-motiveert, zie : http://www.ted.com/talks/dan_pink_on_motivation.html
    • Hij heeft een aantal boeken over ditzelfde en aanverwante onderwerpen geschreven, zoals het boek "Drive"
    • enkele van zijn conclusies : 
      • hoe hoger je mensen beloont hoe beter je ze aanzet tot systematisch mechanisch werk
      • en hoe hoger je beloont hoe minder productief mensen worden in cognitief werk, dus werk waar je creatief bij moet denken.
  • Barry Schwartz verteld over de "paradox van keuze", zie : http://www.ted.com/talks/barry_schwartz_on_the_paradox_of_choice.html
    • Hij schreef ook het boek "The paradox of choice", waarin hij kort hetzelfde verteld als in deze TED talk, namelijk het volgende :
      • Als we geen keuze hebben maakt ons dat minder blij omdat we geen inspraak hebben, maar het heeft voordelen, namelijk :
      • Als we geen keuze hadden en iets gaat dan fout of stelt teleur kunnen we het afschuiven op "het systeem" of "de wereld", we voelen ons dus minder ongelukkig. 
      • Hier tegenover staat dat meer keuze vaak teleur stelt en ons het gevoel geeft dat als we maar genoeg tijd hadden besteed aan het uit zoeken we een nog betere keuze hadden kunnen maken, gevolg is dat we van meer keuze hebben ongelukkiger worden.
  • Ken Robinson verteld over wat er allemaal mis is met het moderne onderwijs, zie : http://www.ted.com/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html
  • Elizabeth Gilbert is geen wetenschapper, maar wel een bekent schrijfster van onder andere het nu razend populaire boek "Eat, pray, love".
    • Zij beredeneert dat veel van de in de afgelopen eeuw bekent geworden schrijvers, denkers en wetenschappers uiteindelijk aan hun werk ten onder zijn gegaan. Volgens haar komt dit omdat we teveel letten op onze eigen prestaties en te weinig op het oude concept van een genie. Vroeger was je geen genie, maar je had een genie. Als het werk dus qua kwaliteit wat tegen zat op een bepaald moment kwam dat niet omdat jij "je best niet deed" of "over je toppunt heen was", maar omdat jou genie zijn best niet deed.
    • Door de verantwoording zo af te schuiven verlaag je de druk die op de schouders van deze mensen rust.
    • Zie haar hele betoog hier : http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html  
Er staan op die site meer dan 700 talks en ik ga ze echt niet allemaal benoemen, maar ik weet zeker dat je er zult vinden die je zelf aanspreken.

vrijdag, augustus 13, 2010

De eerste Klingon Opera op aarde...

Voor de eerste keer in onze (vastgelegde) geschiedenis komt er een Klingon Opera op aarde.

Deze opera word 9 tot 12 september gehouden in Den Haag, in het Zeebelt Theater.

Nou moet ik zeggen dat ik Klingon muziek niet bepaald mooi vind, maar ik heb ook zo het gevoel dat dit een once-in-a-lifetime moment is dat ik niet graag misloop...

Check : http://www.u-theopera.org/about-2 voor meer info...
Hier een quote van de website :

The libretto of 'u' is based on the epos of Kahless the unforgettable. Betrayed by his brother and witness to his father's brutal slaying, Kahless is pitted against his bitter enemy the mighty tyrant Molor. To regain his honor he must travel into the underworld, create the first Bat'leth, be united with his true love the lady Lukara and fight many epic battles. Through this awe inspiring adventure Kahless redefines what it is to be truly Klingon. With the help of Marc Okrand, the worlds leading Klingon language expert, we have managed to piece together the stories in their original epic-poetic form for the first time.


Zin om mee te gaan ?

groentes

jan

woensdag, augustus 04, 2010

Re: Interessante discussie

Hoi Freek,

bedankt voor het doorsturen van deze link.

Het is een beetje lang verhaal, maar inderdaad een mooie discussie over voor en na delen van uitgifte van aandelen...
Ik denk dat de conclusie is :
  • voor een startup hebben aandelen een nut (snel geld opleveren),
  • en voor een big-firm hebben aandelen vooral nadelen (inspraak van aandeelhouders, die verder niets in het bedrijf doen dan alleen zich er van buitenaf mee bemoeien)
groentes
Jan


2010/8/2 Freek Sanders
http://www.wetenschapsforum.nl/index.php?showtopic=101194

--
Greetings,

Freek Sanders,

mooie peptalk over ... Fractals.

http://www.ted.com/talks/benoit_mandelbrot_fractals_the_art_of_roughness.html

Dit is een lezing van 15 minuten van de uitvinder van Fractalen (engels : fractals), namelijk meneer Mandelbrot...

veel plezier ermee,

zondag, juli 25, 2010

Vitamine D


Krijgen wij genoeg vitamine D binnen ?


Volgens deze onderzoeker niet : http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/07/100715172042.htm

"Elsewhere, it is worse," he says, "given that two-thirds of the people are vitamin D-insufficient or deficient. It is clear that merely eating vitamin D-rich foods is not adequate to solve the problem for most adults."

En hoeveel te weinig vitamine D krijgen we dan binnen ?

"There is a wide consensus among scientists that the relative daily intake of vitamin D should be increased to 2,000 to 4,000 IU for most adults," Norman says. "A 2000 IU daily intake can be achieved by a combination of sunshine, food, supplements, and possibly even limited tanning exposure."

En kunnen we dat niet compenseren met vis en eieren eten ?

Because vitamin D is found in very few foods naturally (e.g. fish, eggs and cod liver oil) other foods such as milk, orange juice, some yogurts and some breakfast foods are fortified with it. The fortification levels aim at about 400 IU per day.

Nee dus...

Hier nog wat aanverwante artikelen :



 

donderdag, juli 22, 2010

Fwd: Fw: tuin spitten

Deze email kreeg ik doorgestuurd van ... hij is erg grappig...

deze kreeg ik vanavond  doorgemailt , hij is leuk J.

 

De oude Mustafa leeft al meer dan 40 jaar in New York.

Hij wil graag in zijn tuin aardappelen planten, maar hij is alleen en oud
  en zijn zoon leeft in Irak. Hij schrijft een e-mail aan zijn zoon:

'Lieve Ahmed. 
 Ik ben erg verdrietig omdat ik in mijn tuin geen aardappelen kan poten.
Ik weet zeker dat jij me had geholpen de tuin om te spitten, als je hier was
geweest.
Ik hou van je.
 
Je Vader'
…………

De zoon schrijft meteen terug:
 

………….
'Lieve Vader.
 
Raak alsjeblieft niets in de tuin aan!
Ik heb daar namelijk
'het spul' verstopt. 
Ik hou ook van jou. 
Ahmed'
…………..
 

Nog geen 2 uur later staan de US Army, de Mariniers, de FBI en de CIA voor het huis van de oude man. Ze spitten de tuin spade voor spade om, zoeken iedere
millimeter af, maar vinden niks. Teleurgesteld gaan ze weer weg.


Dezelfde avond nog krijgt de oude man een e-mail van zijn zoon:
……….
'Lieve Vader.
 
Hoogstwaarschijnlijk is de tuin nu helemaal omgespit en kun je aardappelen poten.
Meer kon ik op deze afstand niet voor je doen.

Ik hou van je.
 
Ahmed'

 


maandag, juli 19, 2010

Nieuwe Sci-Fi serie gratis te downloaden

 

Pioneer One is een nieuwe Science Fiction serie die gratis gedownload mag worden. En geen gezeur met drm beschermde bestanden waar je alsnog voor moet betalen om ze af te spelen of zo iets, nee, gewoon gratis te bekijken !

 

dinsdag, juli 13, 2010

Fwd: Hypergrammar: Uitleg over Engels

Hidey Ho fellas!

 

Ik heb een website gevonden die uitermate goede uitleg geeft over

hoe je in de Engelse taal moet schrijven.

 

Het beantwoord vragen zoals:

          o What is a Verb?

          o What is a Noun?

          o What is a Pronoun?

          o What is an Adjective?

          o What is an Adverb?

          o What is a Preposition?

          o What is a Conjunction?

          o What is an Interjection?

 

En behandeld dingen zoals:

          o The Comma

          o Review: The Comma

          o The Semicolon

          o The Colon

          o End Punctuation

          o Quotation Marks

          o The Apostrophe

          o The Dash

          o Review: Indentifying Punctuation Errors

          o Review: Adding Punctuation

 

En veel meer! Check de site maar eens, het is heel leerzaam.

 

zondag, juli 11, 2010

Verslag bierproefdag July 2010.

Deze keer hadden we een iets andere crew, namelijk : Freek, Grabriel, Julian en mezelf. Met zijn viertjes dus. En deze keer was het ook nog eens uitzonderlijk warm, misschien wel 30 graden, dus het bier ging er na de proef-fase bijzonder snel in deze keer.

Wel, om jullie niet langer in spanning te houden, bij deze dus de proefresultaten :


Feek Gabi jan Totaal
pilsen



Import 3,5 3,5 3,5 3,5
Heineken 1 2,5 2,5 2
palm 3,5 4,5 5 4,33
Jupiler (fles) 2,5 2 3 2,5





pilsen



bavaria 3 3 3 3
jupiler(blik) 3 3 2,5 2,83
Amstel 4 3 3,5 3,5
Grolsch 3 3 3 3





Witbieren



Hoegaarden Wit 2,5 2 5 3,17
Gulpener 5 2 3 3,33
Wieckse Wit 1 4 2,5 2,5
Albert Heijn Wit 3 2 4 3

En om de sfeer te “proeven” zo-gezegd, bij deze een tussen stand door Julian.

woensdag, juli 07, 2010

fear

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain

maandag, juli 05, 2010

The Last Question by Isaac Asimov (c) 1956

Hoi, hier een kort maar erg interessant verhaaltje van Asimov...

Hey, here a short but very insightfull story by Asimov...


The Last Question by Isaac Asimov © 1956


The last question was asked for the first time, half in jest, on May 21, 2061, at a time when humanity first stepped into the light. The question came about as a result of a five dollar bet over highballs, and it happened this way:

Alexander Adell and Bertram Lupov were two of the faithful attendants of Multivac. As well as any human beings could, they knew what lay behind the cold, clicking, flashing face -- miles and miles of face -- of that giant computer. They had at least a vague notion of the general plan of relays and circuits that had long since grown past the point where any single human could possibly have a firm grasp of the whole.

Multivac was self-adjusting and self-correcting. It had to be, for nothing human could adjust and correct it quickly enough or even adequately enough -- so Adell and Lupov attended the monstrous giant only lightly and superficially, yet as well as any men could. They fed it data, adjusted questions to its needs and translated the answers that were issued. Certainly they, and all others like them, were fully entitled to share In the glory that was Multivac's.

For decades, Multivac had helped design the ships and plot the trajectories that enabled man to reach the Moon, Mars, and Venus, but past that, Earth's poor resources could not support the ships. Too much energy was needed for the long trips. Earth exploited its coal and uranium with increasing efficiency, but there was only so much of both.

But slowly Multivac learned enough to answer deeper questions more fundamentally, and on May 14, 2061, what had been theory, became fact.

The energy of the sun was stored, converted, and utilized directly on a planet-wide scale. All Earth turned off its burning coal, its fissioning uranium, and flipped the switch that connected all of it to a small station, one mile in diameter, circling the Earth at half the distance of the Moon. All Earth ran by invisible beams of sunpower.

Seven days had not sufficed to dim the glory of it and Adell and Lupov finally managed to escape from the public function, and to meet in quiet where no one would think of looking for them, in the deserted underground chambers, where portions of the mighty buried body of Multivac showed. Unattended, idling, sorting data with contented lazy clickings, Multivac, too, had earned its vacation and the boys appreciated that. They had no intention, originally, of disturbing it.

They had brought a bottle with them, and their only concern at the moment was to relax in the company of each other and the bottle.

"It's amazing when you think of it," said Adell. His broad face had lines of weariness in it, and he stirred his drink slowly with a glass rod, watching the cubes of ice slur clumsily about. "All the energy we can possibly ever use for free. Enough energy, if we wanted to draw on it, to melt all Earth into a big drop of impure liquid iron, and still never miss the energy so used. All the energy we could ever use, forever and forever and forever."

Lupov cocked his head sideways. He had a trick of doing that when he wanted to be contrary, and he wanted to be contrary now, partly because he had had to carry the ice and glassware. "Not forever," he said.

"Oh, hell, just about forever. Till the sun runs down, Bert."

"That's not forever."

"All right, then. Billions and billions of years. Twenty billion, maybe. Are you satisfied?"

Lupov put his fingers through his thinning hair as though to reassure himself that some was still left and sipped gently at his own drink. "Twenty billion years isn't forever."

"Will, it will last our time, won't it?"

"So would the coal and uranium."

"All right, but now we can hook up each individual spaceship to the Solar Station, and it can go to Pluto and back a million times without ever worrying about fuel. You can't do THAT on coal and uranium. Ask Multivac, if you don't believe me."

"I don't have to ask Multivac. I know that."

"Then stop running down what Multivac's done for us," said Adell, blazing up. "It did all right."

"Who says it didn't? What I say is that a sun won't last forever. That's all I'm saying. We're safe for twenty billion years, but then what?" Lupov pointed a slightly shaky finger at the other. "And don't say we'll switch to another sun."

There was silence for a while. Adell put his glass to his lips only occasionally, and Lupov's eyes slowly closed. They rested.

Then Lupov's eyes snapped open. "You're thinking we'll switch to another sun when ours is done, aren't you?"

"I'm not thinking."

"Sure you are. You're weak on logic, that's the trouble with you. You're like the guy in the story who was caught in a sudden shower and Who ran to a grove of trees and got under one. He wasn't worried, you see, because he figured when one tree got wet through, he would just get under another one."

"I get it," said Adell. "Don't shout. When the sun is done, the other stars will be gone, too."

"Darn right they will," muttered Lupov. "It all had a beginning in the original cosmic explosion, whatever that was, and it'll all have an end when all the stars run down. Some run down faster than others. Hell, the giants won't last a hundred million years. The sun will last twenty billion years and maybe the dwarfs will last a hundred billion for all the good they are. But just give us a trillion years and everything will be dark. Entropy has to increase to maximum, that's all."

"I know all about entropy," said Adell, standing on his dignity.

"The hell you do."

"I know as much as you do."

"Then you know everything's got to run down someday."

"All right. Who says they won't?"

"You did, you poor sap. You said we had all the energy we needed, forever. You said 'forever.'"

"It was Adell's turn to be contrary. "Maybe we can build things up again someday," he said.

"Never."

"Why not? Someday."

"Never."

"Ask Multivac."

"You ask Multivac. I dare you. Five dollars says it can't be done."

Adell was just drunk enough to try, just sober enough to be able to phrase the necessary symbols and operations into a question which, in words, might have corresponded to this: Will mankind one day without the net expenditure of energy be able to restore the sun to its full youthfulness even after it had died of old age?

Or maybe it could be put more simply like this: How can the net amount of entropy of the universe be massively decreased?

Multivac fell dead and silent. The slow flashing of lights ceased, the distant sounds of clicking relays ended.

Then, just as the frightened technicians felt they could hold their breath no longer, there was a sudden springing to life of the teletype attached to that portion of Multivac. Five words were printed: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

"No bet," whispered Lupov. They left hurriedly.

By next morning, the two, plagued with throbbing head and cottony mouth, had forgotten about the incident.


Jerrodd, Jerrodine, and Jerrodette I and II watched the starry picture in the visiplate change as the passage through hyperspace was completed in its non-time lapse. At once, the even powdering of stars gave way to the predominance of a single bright marble-disk, centered.

"That's X-23," said Jerrodd confidently. His thin hands clamped tightly behind his back and the knuckles whitened.

The little Jerrodettes, both girls, had experienced the hyperspace passage for the first time in their lives and were self-conscious over the momentary sensation of inside-outness. They buried their giggles and chased one another wildly about their mother, screaming, "We've reached X-23 -- we've reached X-23 -- we've ----"

"Quiet, children," said Jerrodine sharply. "Are you sure, Jerrodd?"

"What is there to be but sure?" asked Jerrodd, glancing up at the bulge of featureless metal just under the ceiling. It ran the length of the room, disappearing through the wall at either end. It was as long as the ship.

Jerrodd scarcely knew a thing about the thick rod of metal except that it was called a Microvac, that one asked it questions if one wished; that if one did not it still had its task of guiding the ship to a preordered destination; of feeding on energies from the various Sub-galactic Power Stations; of computing the equations for the hyperspacial jumps.

Jerrodd and his family had only to wait and live in the comfortable residence quarters of the ship.

Someone had once told Jerrodd that the "ac" at the end of "Microvac" stood for "analog computer" in ancient English, but he was on the edge of forgetting even that.

Jerrodine's eyes were moist as she watched the visiplate. "I can't help it. I feel funny about leaving Earth."

"Why for Pete's sake?" demanded Jerrodd. "We had nothing there. We'll have everything on X-23. You won't be alone. You won't be a pioneer. There are over a million people on the planet already. Good Lord, our great grandchildren will be looking for new worlds because X-23 will be overcrowded."

Then, after a reflective pause, "I tell you, it's a lucky thing the computers worked out interstellar travel the way the race is growing."

"I know, I know," said Jerrodine miserably.

Jerrodette I said promptly, "Our Microvac is the best Microvac in the world."

"I think so, too," said Jerrodd, tousling her hair.

It was a nice feeling to have a Microvac of your own and Jerrodd was glad he was part of his generation and no other. In his father's youth, the only computers had been tremendous machines taking up a hundred square miles of land. There was only one to a planet. Planetary ACs they were called. They had been growing in size steadily for a thousand years and then, all at once, came refinement. In place of transistors had come molecular valves so that even the largest Planetary AC could be put into a space only half the volume of a spaceship.

Jerrodd felt uplifted, as he always did when he thought that his own personal Microvac was many times more complicated than the ancient and primitive Multivac that had first tamed the Sun, and almost as complicated as Earth's Planetary AC (the largest) that had first solved the problem of hyperspatial travel and had made trips to the stars possible.

"So many stars, so many planets," sighed Jerrodine, busy with her own thoughts. "I suppose families will be going out to new planets forever, the way we are now."

"Not forever," said Jerrodd, with a smile. "It will all stop someday, but not for billions of years. Many billions. Even the stars run down, you know. Entropy must increase."

"What's entropy, daddy?" shrilled Jerrodette II.

"Entropy, little sweet, is just a word which means the amount of running-down of the universe. Everything runs down, you know, like your little walkie-talkie robot, remember?"

"Can't you just put in a new power-unit, like with my robot?"

The stars are the power-units, dear. Once they're gone, there are no more power-units."

Jerrodette I at once set up a howl. "Don't let them, daddy. Don't let the stars run down."

"Now look what you've done, " whispered Jerrodine, exasperated.

"How was I to know it would frighten them?" Jerrodd whispered back.

"Ask the Microvac," wailed Jerrodette I. "Ask him how to turn the stars on again."

"Go ahead," said Jerrodine. "It will quiet them down." (Jerrodette II was beginning to cry, also.)

Jarrodd shrugged. "Now, now, honeys. I'll ask Microvac. Don't worry, he'll tell us."

He asked the Microvac, adding quickly, "Print the answer."

Jerrodd cupped the strip of thin cellufilm and said cheerfully, "See now, the Microvac says it will take care of everything when the time comes so don't worry."

Jerrodine said, "and now children, it's time for bed. We'll be in our new home soon."

Jerrodd read the words on the cellufilm again before destroying it: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

He shrugged and looked at the visiplate. X-23 was just ahead.


VJ-23X of Lameth stared into the black depths of the three-dimensional, small-scale map of the Galaxy and said, "Are we ridiculous, I wonder, in being so concerned about the matter?"

MQ-17J of Nicron shook his head. "I think not. You know the Galaxy will be filled in five years at the present rate of expansion."

Both seemed in their early twenties, both were tall and perfectly formed.

"Still," said VJ-23X, "I hesitate to submit a pessimistic report to the Galactic Council."

"I wouldn't consider any other kind of report. Stir them up a bit. We've got to stir them up."

VJ-23X sighed. "Space is infinite. A hundred billion Galaxies are there for the taking. More."

"A hundred billion is not infinite and it's getting less infinite all the time. Consider! Twenty thousand years ago, mankind first solved the problem of utilizing stellar energy, and a few centuries later, interstellar travel became possible. It took mankind a million years to fill one small world and then only fifteen thousand years to fill the rest of the Galaxy. Now the population doubles every ten years --"

VJ-23X interrupted. "We can thank immortality for that."

"Very well. Immortality exists and we have to take it into account. I admit it has its seamy side, this immortality. The Galactic AC has solved many problems for us, but in solving the problems of preventing old age and death, it has undone all its other solutions."

"Yet you wouldn't want to abandon life, I suppose."

"Not at all," snapped MQ-17J, softening it at once to, "Not yet. I'm by no means old enough. How old are you?"

"Two hundred twenty-three. And you?"

"I'm still under two hundred. --But to get back to my point. Population doubles every ten years. Once this Galaxy is filled, we'll have another filled in ten years. Another ten years and we'll have filled two more. Another decade, four more. In a hundred years, we'll have filled a thousand Galaxies. In a thousand years, a million Galaxies. In ten thousand years, the entire known Universe. Then what?"

VJ-23X said, "As a side issue, there's a problem of transportation. I wonder how many sunpower units it will take to move Galaxies of individuals from one Galaxy to the next."

"A very good point. Already, mankind consumes two sunpower units per year."

"Most of it's wasted. After all, our own Galaxy alone pours out a thousand sunpower units a year and we only use two of those."

"Granted, but even with a hundred per cent efficiency, we can only stave off the end. Our energy requirements are going up in geometric progression even faster than our population. We'll run out of energy even sooner than we run out of Galaxies. A good point. A very good point."

"We'll just have to build new stars out of interstellar gas."

"Or out of dissipated heat?" asked MQ-17J, sarcastically.

"There may be some way to reverse entropy. We ought to ask the Galactic AC."

VJ-23X was not really serious, but MQ-17J pulled out his AC-contact from his pocket and placed it on the table before him.

"I've half a mind to," he said. "It's something the human race will have to face someday."

He stared somberly at his small AC-contact. It was only two inches cubed and nothing in itself, but it was connected through hyperspace with the great Galactic AC that served all mankind. Hyperspace considered, it was an integral part of the Galactic AC.

MQ-17J paused to wonder if someday in his immortal life he would get to see the Galactic AC. It was on a little world of its own, a spider webbing of force-beams holding the matter within which surges of sub-mesons took the place of the old clumsy molecular valves. Yet despite it's sub-etheric workings, the Galactic AC was known to be a full thousand feet across.

MQ-17J asked suddenly of his AC-contact, "Can entropy ever be reversed?"

VJ-23X looked startled and said at once, "Oh, say, I didn't really mean to have you ask that."

"Why not?"

"We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree."

"Do you have trees on your world?" asked MQ-17J.

The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER.

VJ-23X said, "See!"

The two men thereupon returned to the question of the report they were to make to the Galactic Council.


Zee Prime's mind spanned the new Galaxy with a faint interest in the countless twists of stars that powdered it. He had never seen this one before. Would he ever see them all? So many of them, each with its load of humanity - but a load that was almost a dead weight. More and more, the real essence of men was to be found out here, in space.

Minds, not bodies! The immortal bodies remained back on the planets, in suspension over the eons. Sometimes they roused for material activity but that was growing rarer. Few new individuals were coming into existence to join the incredibly mighty throng, but what matter? There was little room in the Universe for new individuals.

Zee Prime was roused out of his reverie upon coming across the wispy tendrils of another mind.

"I am Zee Prime," said Zee Prime. "And you?"

"I am Dee Sub Wun. Your Galaxy?"

"We call it only the Galaxy. And you?"

"We call ours the same. All men call their Galaxy their Galaxy and nothing more. Why not?"

"True. Since all Galaxies are the same."

"Not all Galaxies. On one particular Galaxy the race of man must have originated. That makes it different."

Zee Prime said, "On which one?"

"I cannot say. The Universal AC would know."

"Shall we ask him? I am suddenly curious."

Zee Prime's perceptions broadened until the Galaxies themselves shrunk and became a new, more diffuse powdering on a much larger background. So many hundreds of billions of them, all with their immortal beings, all carrying their load of intelligences with minds that drifted freely through space. And yet one of them was unique among them all in being the originals Galaxy. One of them had, in its vague and distant past, a period when it was the only Galaxy populated by man.

Zee Prime was consumed with curiosity to see this Galaxy and called, out: "Universal AC! On which Galaxy did mankind originate?"

The Universal AC heard, for on every world and throughout space, it had its receptors ready, and each receptor lead through hyperspace to some unknown point where the Universal AC kept itself aloof.

Zee Prime knew of only one man whose thoughts had penetrated within sensing distance of Universal AC, and he reported only a shining globe, two feet across, difficult to see.

"But how can that be all of Universal AC?" Zee Prime had asked.

"Most of it, " had been the answer, "is in hyperspace. In what form it is there I cannot imagine."

Nor could anyone, for the day had long since passed, Zee Prime knew, when any man had any part of the making of a universal AC. Each Universal AC designed and constructed its successor. Each, during its existence of a million years or more accumulated the necessary data to build a better and more intricate, more capable successor in which its own store of data and individuality would be submerged.

The Universal AC interrupted Zee Prime's wandering thoughts, not with words, but with guidance. Zee Prime's mentality was guided into the dim sea of Galaxies and one in particular enlarged into stars.

A thought came, infinitely distant, but infinitely clear. "THIS IS THE ORIGINAL GALAXY OF MAN."

But it was the same after all, the same as any other, and Zee Prime stifled his disappointment.

Dee Sub Wun, whose mind had accompanied the other, said suddenly, "And Is one of these stars the original star of Man?"

The Universal AC said, "MAN'S ORIGINAL STAR HAS GONE NOVA. IT IS NOW A WHITE DWARF."

"Did the men upon it die?" asked Zee Prime, startled and without thinking.

The Universal AC said, "A NEW WORLD, AS IN SUCH CASES, WAS CONSTRUCTED FOR THEIR PHYSICAL BODIES IN TIME."

"Yes, of course," said Zee Prime, but a sense of loss overwhelmed him even so. His mind released its hold on the original Galaxy of Man, let it spring back and lose itself among the blurred pin points. He never wanted to see it again.

Dee Sub Wun said, "What is wrong?"

"The stars are dying. The original star is dead."

"They must all die. Why not?"

"But when all energy is gone, our bodies will finally die, and you and I with them."

"It will take billions of years."

"I do not wish it to happen even after billions of years. Universal AC! How may stars be kept from dying?"

Dee sub Wun said in amusement, "You're asking how entropy might be reversed in direction."

And the Universal AC answered. "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

Zee Prime's thoughts fled back to his own Galaxy. He gave no further thought to Dee Sub Wun, whose body might be waiting on a galaxy a trillion light-years away, or on the star next to Zee Prime's own. It didn't matter.

Unhappily, Zee Prime began collecting interstellar hydrogen out of which to build a small star of his own. If the stars must someday die, at least some could yet be built.


Man considered with himself, for in a way, Man, mentally, was one. He consisted of a trillion, trillion, trillion ageless bodies, each in its place, each resting quiet and incorruptible, each cared for by perfect automatons, equally incorruptible, while the minds of all the bodies freely melted one into the other, indistinguishable.

Man said, "The Universe is dying."

Man looked about at the dimming Galaxies. The giant stars, spendthrifts, were gone long ago, back in the dimmest of the dim far past. Almost all stars were white dwarfs, fading to the end.

New stars had been built of the dust between the stars, some by natural processes, some by Man himself, and those were going, too. White dwarfs might yet be crashed together and of the mighty forces so released, new stars built, but only one star for every thousand white dwarfs destroyed, and those would come to an end, too.

Man said, "Carefully husbanded, as directed by the Cosmic AC, the energy that is even yet left in all the Universe will last for billions of years."

"But even so," said Man, "eventually it will all come to an end. However it may be husbanded, however stretched out, the energy once expended is gone and cannot be restored. Entropy must increase to the maximum."

Man said, "Can entropy not be reversed? Let us ask the Cosmic AC."

The Cosmic AC surrounded them but not in space. Not a fragment of it was in space. It was in hyperspace and made of something that was neither matter nor energy. The question of its size and Nature no longer had meaning to any terms that Man could comprehend.

"Cosmic AC," said Man, "How may entropy be reversed?"

The Cosmic AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

Man said, "Collect additional data."

The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL DO SO. I HAVE BEEN DOING SO FOR A HUNDRED BILLION YEARS. MY PREDECESSORS AND I HAVE BEEN ASKED THIS QUESTION MANY TIMES. ALL THE DATA I HAVE REMAINS INSUFFICIENT."

"Will there come a time," said Man, "when data will be sufficient or is the problem insoluble in all conceivable circumstances?"

The Cosmic AC said, "NO PROBLEM IS INSOLUBLE IN ALL CONCEIVABLE CIRCUMSTANCES."

Man said, "When will you have enough data to answer the question?"

"THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

"Will you keep working on it?" asked Man.

The Cosmic AC said, "I WILL."

Man said, "We shall wait."


"The stars and Galaxies died and snuffed out, and space grew black after ten trillion years of running down.

One by one Man fused with AC, each physical body losing its mental identity in a manner that was somehow not a loss but a gain.

Man's last mind paused before fusion, looking over a space that included nothing but the dregs of one last dark star and nothing besides but incredibly thin matter, agitated randomly by the tag ends of heat wearing out, asymptotically, to the absolute zero.

Man said, "AC, is this the end? Can this chaos not be reversed into the Universe once more? Can that not be done?"

AC said, "THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER."

Man's last mind fused and only AC existed -- and that in hyperspace.


Matter and energy had ended and with it, space and time. Even AC existed only for the sake of the one last question that it had never answered from the time a half-drunken computer ten trillion years before had asked the question of a computer that was to AC far less than was a man to Man.

All other questions had been answered, and until this last question was answered also, AC might not release his consciousness.

All collected data had come to a final end. Nothing was left to be collected.

But all collected data had yet to be completely correlated and put together in all possible relationships.

A timeless interval was spent in doing that.

And it came to pass that AC learned how to reverse the direction of entropy.

But there was now no man to whom AC might give the answer of the last question. No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.

For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.

The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.

And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

And there was light----

donderdag, juli 01, 2010

Gratis $20 gift card van Amazon.

 

$20 dollar verdienen was nooit eerder zo onschuldig als nu. Je hoeft alleen maar een filmpje te bekijken, en hopsakee…

woensdag, juni 23, 2010

Bericht over de BP olie ramp in de Golf van Mexico.

Onderstaande bericht kreeg ik via de email doorgestuurd.

Hetzelfde bericht is ook na te lezen op enkele andere websites, zie hieronder.

Het grappige is dat op de laatste van de genoemde websites iemand Openbaring 11:18 aanhaalt en er bij uitlegt dat de heerser van deze wereld weinig tijd meer over heeft…

Over onderstaande bericht gesproken, ik weet niet of zowel de schattingen nog de conclusies helemaal kloppen, maar wat ik wel weet is dat zijn  “oplossing”, namelijk een atoombom boven die lek laten afgaan, al eerder besproken is op dit blog, zie onderstaande link.

 http://www.janromme.com/2010_05_01_archive.html


If this engineer is right, truly a scary scenario! 

"Heard you mention the oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico this morning, and you (and most everyone else except maybe US talk show host George Noory) are totally missing the boat on how big and bad a disaster this is.

First fact, the original estimate was about 5,000 gallons of oil a day spilling into the ocean. Now they're saying 200,000 gallons a day. That's over a million gallons of crude oil a week!

I'm an engineer with 25 years of experience. I've worked on some big projects with big machines. Maybe that's why this mess is so clear to me.

First, the BP platform was drilling for what they call deep oil. They go out where the ocean is about 5,000 feet deep and drill another 30,000 feet into the crust of the earth. This it right on the edge of what human technology can do. Well, this time they hit a pocket of oil at such high pressure that it burst all of their safety valves all the way up to the drilling rig and then caused the rig to explode and sink. Take a moment to grasp the import of that. The pressure behind this oil is so high that it destroyed the maximum effort of human science to contain it.

When the rig sank it flipped over and landed on top of the drill hole some 5,000 feet under the ocean.

Now they've got a hole in the ocean floor, 5,000 feet down with a wrecked oil drilling rig sitting on top of is spewing 200,000 barrels of oil a day into the ocean. Take a moment and consider that, will you!

First they have to get the oil rig off the hole to get at it in order to try to cap it. Do you know the level of effort it will take to move that wrecked oil rig, sitting under 5,000 feet of water? That operation alone would take years and hundreds of millions to accomplish. Then, how do you cap that hole in the muddy ocean floor? There just is no way. No way.

On the longer-term side of things, there are signs that this largest oil drilling catastrophe could also become the worst natural gas and climate disaster. The explosion has released tremendous amounts of methane from deep in the ocean, and research shows that methane, when mixed with air, is the most powerful (read: terrible) greenhouse gas — 26 times worse than carbon-dioxide. Our warming planet just got a lot hotter.

The only piece of human technology that might address this is a nuclear bomb. I'm not kidding. If they put a nuke down there in the right spot it might seal up the hole. Nothing short of that will work.

If we can't cap that hole that oil is going to destroy the oceans of the world. It only takes one quart of motor oil to make 250,000 gallons of ocean water toxic to wildlife. Are you starting to get the magnitude of this?

We're so used to our politicians creating false crises to forward their criminal agendas that we aren't recognizing that we're staring straight into possibly the greatest disaster mankind will ever see. Imagine what happens if that oil keeps flowing until it destroys all life in the oceans of this planet. Who knows how big of a reservoir of oil is down there.

Not to mention that the oceans are critical to maintaining the proper oxygen level in the atmosphere for human life.

Unless God steps in and fixes this.  No human can.  You can be sure of that!

maandag, juni 21, 2010

Bierproef dag op komst...

Hier al vast een kleine voor en nabeschouwing van de komende bierproefdag op 10 july.

Ik ben van plan om de volgende bieren te gaan proberen komende bierproefdag :

  • Hertog Jan tripel
  • Budels Pils
  • Kroon Pils
  • Leeuw Pilsner
Wellicht is het een goed idee om deze bieren niet alleen met elkaar te vergelijken, maar ook met enkele bieren die we al eerder getest hebben.

Daarom denk ik dat we hier de volgende bieren opnieuw bij kunnen proberen :

  • In de categorie Pils
    • Primus Pils
    • Brand Pils
  • In de categorie Triple
    • Grimbergen Tripel
    • La trappe Tripel
Als jullie nog wilde ideeën hebben voor het een of ander biertje dat we zouden moeten testen, laat het me dan weten ;-)


Nieuwe Sci-Fi serie gratis te downloaden

 

Pioneer One is een nieuwe Science Fiction serie die gratis gedownload mag worden. En geen gezeur met drm beschermde bestanden waar je alsnog voor moet betalen om ze af te spelen of zo iets, nee, gewoon gratis te bekijken !

 

dinsdag, juni 08, 2010

Totaaloverzicht bierproef dagen tot nu toe, en een nieuwe op komst.

Ik heb besloten met een paar vrienden weer een bierproefdag te gaan houden. Deze keer valt de heugelijke dag op zaterdag 10 Juli 2010. het voor alle fans makkelijk te maken te zien wat er ook alweer door welk biertje gescoord is heb ik hier een totaaloverzicht van alle tot nu toe geproefde bieren.

 

Merk Biernaam Jan Freek Marlon Bas score
Primus Pils 4 5 4,50
La Trappe Quadriple trapist 5 4 4,50
Palm Royal 5 4 4,50
La Trappe Quadrippel 5 4 4 4,33
Croy Pils 4,5 3,5 4,5 4,17
Grimbergen Tripel 4 4 4,00
Duvel 4 4 4,00
Leffe Trippel 5 3 4,00
Brand Dubbel Bock 4 3 3,50
Brand Pils 4 3,5 3 3,50
Gulpener Pils 3,5 3 4 3,50
AH Euroshopper pils 3 4 3,50
Palm Dobbel 4 3 3,50
Gordon 4 3 3,50
Koninck Winter Koninck 4 3 3,50
Atlas Bier 12% 4 3 3 3,33
Hertog Jan Pils 4 4 2 3,33
Alfa Edel Pils 4 2 4 3,33
Christoffel Robertus Blond 3 3,5 3 3,17
Grolsch Premium Herfst Bok 3 3 3,00
Breda Bier pils 3 3 3 3,00
Stella Artais 2 4 3,00
Jupiler 3 3 3,00
Westmalle Trapist 3 3 3,00
Chimay trapist 3 3 3,00
Palm 3 3 3,00
Kasteelbier 3 3 3,00
Hertog Jan Weizener 3 3 2,5 2,83
Bavaria 8.6 3 2 3,5 2,83
Hertog Jan Karakter 4 2 2,5 2,83
Gulpener Pils 3 3,5 2 2,83
Hertog Jan Bock bier 2,5 3 2,75
Grolsch Weizen 4 2 2 2,67
La Trappe Tripel 3,5 2 2,5 2,67
Bavaria Pils 3,5 1,5 3 2,67
Grolsch 3 2 2,50
Corsendonck 3 2 2,50
Gulpener Witbier 2 2 3 2,33
Bavaria 0.0 1,5 2,5 2 2,00
Maes Pils 2 2 2,00
De Koninck 2 2 2,00
Dommelsch Pilsner 2 2 1,5 1,83
Rodenbach 2 1 1,50
Belgoo Magus 1 1 1,00