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  • The Stuff Our Dreams Are Made Of

    Posted by jukkahoo

    I've spent these few moments of awakedness browsing thru Thom Disch's polemic Hugo-winner of How Science Fiction Conquered the World. The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of is a great read, whatever one might think of the way Disch writes about the importance and history of SF. When the book came out, some critics were less than enthused about it, but I hope that we can look at the book with more open eyes these days and see more clearly what it is: a great look at the wonderful world of Science Fiction!

    I haven't read Disch's prose all that much, nor have I had the pleasure of finding my way through his poetry all that much. These past twelve hours have somewhat remedied that part, as I have read various reminiscences of him as well as snippets of his poetry.

    Which still leaves most of Disch's major works like 334 and Camp Concentration unread by the oversigned. Yet again, an important author I'm about to get acquainted with, past the passing.

    As said aroundishly, I haven't really read Thomas M. Disch. And now that he's shuffled his mortal coil, this reading will be posthumous. Darn. Fuck.

    I understand his life had been a bit of an uphill struggle recently. He lost his partner of some three decades only just, he was facing monetary problems and for a long time before all that, been living with severe depression. Sad news. 

    I've been very busy with work recently and will probably be so until Finncon. I'd very much like to continue working here, so most other things are on the backburner, though obviously not forgotten nor abandoned. I just need to focus on this a lot more if there is any chance of continuation with it. Sorry about all various and sundry and deadlines and all that. Normal service could be continued any day in the future.

  • Covers

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    Posted by Sari

    Aha, a
    cover song meme
    ! As I have previously stated I love covers and for many
    reasons. One is that, as my understanding of musical theory is nonexistent,
    cover versions help me to parse music. What can you put in and take out and
    still have the same song. The Footloose version from Whatever is a great
    example, under all that EMO whispering it is still recognisably the same song. (This
    is also one reason I love Rob Paravonian’s Pachelbel skit so much. How
    cool is it to see the same chord progression in so many different songs.) So
    anyway, covers I like part two:

    1. William
    Shatner (with Ben Folds and Joe Jackson)
    : Common People (original Pulp)
    Shatners
    recitation of the britpop anthem is expertly arranged by Folds and sung by
    Joe Jackson. It is just hilarious, the
    bombastic rage Shatner’s recitation just makes it.

    2. Nouvelle Vague: Dance with Me (original Lords of the new Church)
    Nouvelle
    Vague (a great name for the band on so many levels) does bossa nova versions of
    the new wave music. The video is sort of hypnotic.

    3.
    Balanescu Quartet: Model (original Kraftwerk)
    You would
    think Kraftwerk and string quartet were not a good match but Alexander Balanescu
    proves you wrong.

    4. Laibach:
    Life is Life
    (original Opus)
    This, in my
    opinion, makes the existence of the original bearable.

    5. Bear
    McCreary: All along the Watchtower
    (original Bob Dylan) Yes, yes. Hendrix
    version is maybe the greatest cover ever, they say. But as I am firmly of the
    opinion that the guitar is not a solo instrument, I much prefer this slightly oriental
    and edgy version.

  • What next?

    Posted by Sari

    Again I am in the middle of many books and don't quite know what to finish next. Any ideas? Myy obviously could care less.

    Kuva009

  • Night of the Kapoors

    Posted by Sari

    It is no
    accident that Om
    in Om Shanti Om is reborn as Om
    Kapoor. Not only are the Kapoors royalty of Indian cinema, there are a number
    of actors and actresses with the same name not related to The Clan. This was
    brought home to us on Sunday when we were watching two movies with rising stars
    starring Ranbir, Sonam, Shahid and Kareena Kapoor.  Now, Ranbir is son of Rishi Kapoor, 1970s
    hearthrob, Kareena is Ranbir's first cousin, daughter of Rishi’s big brother
    Randhir. Sonam Kapoor on the other hand is not related to Ranbir or Kareena,
    but is the daughter of another famous actor, Anil Kapoor. And Shahid (whose
    name is sometimes translitterated as Kapur) is again wholly unrelated to all
    the other Kapoors. It is almost as bad as all the Khans!

    First film
    we watched was Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s latest which lost the Diwali box office
    battle to Farah Khan’s Om Shanti Om. Bhansali’s movies are always sumptious
    affairs, but Saawariya really goes above and beyond his previous films in its
    color-coded, artificialness. Its like moghuls meet Disney’s idea of Venice
    in Switzerland. Everything happens at night so the
    palette is blues and greens with some dark red. The story seems somehow like an
    afterthought. Ranbir is a poor musician playing in a night-club. Sonam is a
    girl waiting on a bridge for his lover. They meet, Ranbir falls in love but
    will Sonam love him back? It is awful pretty but that is about it. Neither of the Kapoors can really carry the movie,  and though there was a general feeling of a
    fairy tale about the movie, the relentless visual artificiality does make one
    yearn for a glimpse of bright natural colours. So despite the equal opportunity
    objecifying
    and Rani’s excellent performance as the
    hooker with the heart of gold, I still have to say it was not a keeper.

    The Second
    movie of the evening Jab We Met starred Shahid and Kareena Kapoor which, again
    had not that much plot. Shahid’s dad died and his ex married someone else, so
    just walks out of his life and on to a train where he meets a madcap Sikh girl
    Kareena who is on her way home to Punjab
    and is plannig to elope with his boyfriend. It is
    basically a modern indian take on1930s screwball comedies. And I think it works
    beautifully despite the mountain of cliches. I have always liked Kareena and
    Shahid was truly excellent in his Gary Grantish role. The music has been a hit
    for a good reason, and I just have a soft spot for filmi punjabis always having
    a party

  • Confused? You will be, in Sweden!

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    Posted by jukkahoo

    To Swecon! To Linköping! Ah!

    I've been ridiculously busy these past few weeks. I'd be almost ready to admit that I'm stressed, if I wouldn't know that I do not recognise such a word. Never-the-less, busy. Work. Overtime. Especially the overtime. I've missed most of the Euro 2008! Even VanderMeer is watching! In Florida! Deadlines, swooshing by me at the speed of light and faster! Death and despair! Birthday celebrations in Tammere this weekend!

    However, today I'm leaving all that and work (and no play) behind and head toward Linköping and fandom fun! Whole of Swendom and seven-strong contingent of Finndom! Should be fun! See you there!

    Oh, in time honored tradition, I guess I should mention that I'm participating the program:

    Saturday 21.00 – Reviewing. I believe moderated by Hans Persson, with usual suspects from Swendom.

    Sunday 13.00 – Evil In Fantasy. And this one is moderated by Tommy "The Man" Persson, funniest member of Swendom! Define EVIL!

    Then a quick dash to the Railway station and to Stockholm, in order to catch the ferry in time. No Dead Dog then, I'm afraid. Last time Linköpinf DD was a lot of fun. Cold köping and expensive beer, followed by relaxed evening (and Malt, musn't forget the Malt!) at Tommy's place.

    As said, hope to see you there! Otherwise, keep up the good work. I'll be back for breakfast, so smoke me a kipper.

  • palvelu tarvitsee ehkä vielä tuunausta

    Posted by Sari

    Jos Jukan puhelimen äänitunnistimeen sanoo "jumalauta", se vastaa "Tietäväinen, Taimi". Jos siihen sanoo "Myy", se vastaa "Ben Työ". Et silleen.

    Kuva011

  • Amar Akbar Anthony

    Posted by Sari

    Today is time for another Bollywood evening with Tarja, so I thought I better empty some of my back-log in this respect also. Last time we watched ummm… something? Obviously something that the total awesomeness of Amar Akbar Anthony has totally wiped from my memory. Maybe Tarja remembers.

    But Amar Akbar Anthony, maybe the best movie evah! See, the poor chauffeur of a rich slime ball takes a blame for a traffic accident when he is promised that the slime ball will look after his family when he is in gaol. After release, he finds his wife ill with tuberculosis and his three small sons starving. Full of rage he goes after the slime ball tries to shoot him (unfortunately, like all smart rich people, the slime ball is wearing chain mail under his shirt.) The father takes his children along in the getaway car, but they all become separated in the hassle.

    At the same time his tuberculous wife does not want to be a burden and wanders of to kill herself, is hit over the head with a tree branch in a thunderstorm, becomes blind, and takes the accident and a timely arrival of saviour as a sign against suicide. With great tragic Irony, that saviour is a Muslim tailor with a tiny crying tyke on tow: one of her now missing sons and she does not realize it. The tailor adopts the boy, raises him as Muslim and calls him Akbar. The oldest, Amar, is found by a Hindu policeman who adopts him, and the Middle son was left at the gardens of Catholic Church, so the priests there raises him up as a Christian: Anthony. All others think that our poor chauffeurs progeny perished when his getaway car went off a cliff. In reality, the chauffeur survives the crash with a box full of gold, and when he is unable to find his kids, he retires to plan a revenge.

    Amar follows his stepfathers footsteps in the police, Akbar becomes a popular qawwali singer and Anthony ends up as bit of a crook, making deals not that legit. But he does it with twinkle in his eye and a song in his heart, so he is not bad, really more like mischievous. They all meet accidentally at a hospital and end up giving blood to a blind woman who has been in accident. And then the movies starts. All this was in the teaser before opening titles!

    Amar Akbar Anthony has everything: twists and turns, missing persons and mistaken identities, chases, fights, romance x 3, miracles, revenge, tragedy, friendship, humour, prevention of a marriage at the nick of time, great music, and an absolutely surreal easter celebration with Anthony bursting out of a giant easter egg and singing something about “hemoglobin in the atmosphere”. I think that this and Main Hoon Na are now my favourite gateway drugs to Bollywood

  • Myy and Kemut

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    Posted by Myy

    We had visitors last Saturday. A whole bunch of them: big folk and even bigger ones. And some that were big, but in a small way. Curious creatures, screamed a lot (or that it seemed like, my hearing isn't what it used to be…) and run around quite a lot, too.

    I guess they were celebrating my birthday. I turned 15 a week ago. I'm told that's a LOT. Doesn't really feel like that, methinks. I chased a squirrel the other day…. Where was I? Oh yes, a party. I mingled with the people and Girl and Boy seemed to be enjoying the occasion as well. People brought food (and gave stuff for me, much appreciated) and drinks. I got some vegan doggie goodies. Taste fine. Not so certain about the hemp chocolate I tasted as well. Lots of fibre, I reckon.

    Tiresome, this partying is. I managed to stay up thru the whole shebang, but after I took Boy out with the last visitors, coming home was pretty tough. I blacked out like a light-thing on the ceiling when Girl or Boy touch the little knob on the wall. Wow. Woke up rather late.

    I think it was a good party. At least Boy and Girl seem to think so. And Ninni, who is really spiffy with them art-things.

    Yawn, better get some sleep now. I'm going to the stables tomorrow. Need to chase Whiskas, the Cat. IM001157

  • Clearing some of the backlog

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    Posted by Sari

    The backlog of read but unreviewed books just keeps growing and gives me angst, so here are few to make me feel marginally better:

    Dane Kennedy: A Highly Civilized Man

     You may
    remember I was hankering after this earlier, after reading Brody’s bio. And
    good thing I did; this is the way cultural history should be written. A Highly
    Civilized Man is an excellent biography of Burton
    , or rather an examination of the
    Victorian world view and it’s relationship with “the other” using Burton
    as a focal point. Kennedy examines Burton’s life chronologically through the
    roles he assumed and iterests he held through his life from “the gypsy” to “the
    explorer” and from “the racist” to “the sexologist”.

     As is said
    earlier, Burton’s life-long efforts to reinvent himself, to shock the
    establishment and at the same time want its acceptance, marks him not only as a
    man at odds with values of the time, but also as a man who also reflects and
    brings those values in focus. Kennedy, I think, manages very well to situate
    Burton’s ravenous hunger for places and people and his mischievous desire to
    shock the society in its historical context and illuminates both the ways in
    which Burton negotiates and renegotiates his relationship with the Empire and
    Britain but also how his contemporaries on larger scale were trying to contain
    and comprehed this vast empire of “other” they ruled.

    Castle Waiting

    Castle
    Waiting was a comic published independently by the author, Linda Medley. After
    a long hiatus she is now continuing the story with Fantagraphics as publisher.
    They have collected all previous Castle Waiting stories into a book-size
    volume. Medley’s style of drawing is such that the smaller size does not
    diminish the effect, and the book as a physical thing is a nice object. As far
    as contents go, Castle Waiting pretty much lives up to its name. The Castle of
    the Sleeping Beauty has become a refuge for all sorts of people from
    antropomorphic animals to bearded nuns. They pass time in every day chores of
    the Castle and telling each other stories of their lives. It is a quiet, funny
    and engaging comic about small things that turn out to be pretty big.

    Cory Doctorow: Little Brother

    Little Brother is a didactic novel, an angry impressive and tech-savvy diatrabe against the way "the war on terror" has narrowed the privacy and freedom of citizens without being the least bit effective. It is a story of a terrorist attack on San Francisco and how a bunch of teenagers playing an ARG near abouts are picked up by Homeland Security. Scared shitless but also angry, one of the kids, Marcus starts an underground movement against the government.

    Little Brother is a page turner, it is scary and even though you want to think it is absurdly impossible, you read things like this and  this  and think again.  I do, however think that the didactic nature of the novel does  it disservice at times – the technoexposition and the civic lessons can get a bit tedious. Even so, defenitely worth the Hype. Go read an excellent review by Finncon guest of honor Farah Mendlesohn here.

    Via Making Light I also learn that Little Brother has made it to the NY Times Bestseller list, not too shabby for a book you can legally download for free…

    Tim Jael: Stanley

    Apparently,
    after a polar phase, I am now into exploration of the sources of the
    Nile. First Burton, now Stanley. Of all the great imperialistic explorers
    in 19th –century
    Africa, Stanley has by far the worst reputation.
    Not only are his actions on both his great trans-African journey and his Emin
    Pasha relief expedition harshly criticized, he is also seen as the principal
    partner of King Leopold and thus responsible for the atrocities and the immense
    tragedy of
    Belgian
    Congo at
    the turn of the century.

    Tim Jael, who has also written the definitive
    biography of Livingstone, has had access to a number of documents unavailable
    to earlier biographers, including Stanley’s original diaries and his private correspondence, and bases his
    revisionistic work on these new sources. Jael’s
    Stanley is deeply insecure man with a shady youth, but he argues convincingly
    against the Kurtz-like dark and destructive force that has been the standard
    interpretation. Stanley that emerges here is a thoroughly human character, a man whose life was
    shaped by his childhood and the lies he told of his origin, and who ironically
    destroyed his own reputation by creating the myth of the saintly Livingstone, a
    myth agains which his own actions were always mirrored.