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  • Mail delivery failure

    Posted by jukkahoo

    I seem to have a fairly large mail delivery problem. I keep getting all kinds of notions and memorandas, warnings and failure notices from all over the world. Apparently my emails aren’t getting thru. Darn. And I really wanted to let Ukembi Tsakalulu (or was it Stakalala?) to know… that… arm, now what was it? Anyway, Rhonda also seems to have difficulties with my emails, as do surprisingly many Russian or Czech operators, who have sent me at least three hundreds notifications during last two months. I’d really like to know what the problem is, since there must be something really important going on.

    I read a good book this week. It’s called City of Pearl by Karen Traviss. Good alien characters (especially these wonderfully reserved wess’hars), plenty good plot and full, rounded story of respect for other lifeforms, of rules and vice versa. But the main thing is her character building. These people are real, flesh and bone, capable of all kinds of things in the name of whatnot; good and bad etc. And she does it with little nuances and small gestures (and some larger ones). Traviss ei väännä asioita rautalangasta. (It’s a great Finnish idiom, unfortunately it doesn’t translate that well – anyone care to try?). Her first novel and apparently the first of a proposed (guess?)-parter. Holds its own and needs no sequels, but if she can hold her level of writing I’m going to carry on with her. There is a fairly interesting interview from on her own website, from which I’ll just steal a bit:

    Interviewer: Would you say the golden rule, of treating others as you would be treated, is something you’ve ended up exploring, without offering simplistic answers?

    Karen Traviss: Yes, and it’s about realising the consequences of what you’re doing. We’re all too often unconnected to the consequences of what we do and the way we live, from the dangerous insularity of driving in a cocoon of a car to where our waste goes.
    It’s also about exploring the really intense emotions that we have. Revenge: will it really make you feel better? Personally, I’d go for it with a pickaxe, but some of my characters do and find it doesn’t help. Does intent and motive matter? That’s a big theme in all the wess’har wars books, because the wess’har don’t care what you think or say, only what you do. "I didn’t mean to hurt you," cuts no ice with a wess’har, and that has its own dodgy logic loops. We live in a society where pleas in mitigation make a difference to how we feel about the perpetrator. No, I don’t offer simplistic answers, because there aren’t any. The best you can do is let the reader have a think about what the answer might be for them, and – more importantly – that it might be different for someone else.

    Oh. I went and saw Alexander.

    Troy was bad. This was abysmal. Can’t really say which one was worse, but I tend to sway towards Alexander (as the less bad one) since at least it did try to get things right. Failing gloriously (not in a good way, unfortunately), but at least they had the decendy to portray ancient Greeks as sexually free-minded, however wrong this may be according to modern Greeks. The setpieces are magnificent, level of detail is pure eyecandy (can’t say for sure how historically accurate, but it looks good though), large fight-scenes (especially Gaugamela) are waaaaaa-ay better than in Troy and Val Kilmer is good. Less said about Cryboy-Colin and Mrs Botox-Lips, the better.

  • And this is how I know world is Banana shaped

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    Posted by Sari

    The story begins in the home arena of Ilmala Dynamo where the  Rammstein was giving a concert. (which incidentally was expletive deleted awesome). Not sadisfied with nearly two hours of flame-throwers and bombastic industrial noise, I came home, loaded Reise, Reise to my Creative MuVo and listened it through once again. And somewhere half-way through "Dalai Lama" I started getting flashbacks to Bryn Terfel. Now, Terfel, like Till, is a big guy with big voice but somehow I don’t think that was it.

    Searching futher in the attick of my mind I came up with Bryn singing Schubert’s Erlkönig, a lied to Göthe’s poem about a father and song riding trough a storm and the boy telling his father of how the elf king speaks in the wind and is coming to take him away. See the connection? As the last link shows I am of course not the only one to get the allusion, and in the great scheme of things, it is not even that important. The interesting and for me important thing is that when the pieces clicked in my mind and the song shifted, I got this incredible high. Knowing things and finding connections between them, shifting the picture just a little bit to get a new perspective is my drug of choice. It is also my profession, so I think I might be doing something I am supposed be doing. And that is a good thought.

  • Bleeding heart

    Posted by jukkahoo

    Hola, amigos! No sea long thyme!

    Been madly involved with my NaNoWriMo -story, even though it seems highly unlikely I’ll will finish 50 000 words at the end of November. Gotta keep on writing after that, then. But the great thing is that I really think I may well be able to finish my first real manuscript. Wahey?

    And then some really important blogging. I catched this one from Antti-Juhani Kaijanaho.
     


    You Are a Liberal for Life

    You’ve got a bleeding heart – and you’re proud of it.
    For you, liberal means being compassionate, pro-government, and anti-business.
    You believe in equality for every person, and you consider yourself universally empathetic.
    Helping others is not just political for you … it’s very personal too.
    What political persuasion are you?

    Well, well. I never… hang on? Actually I did.

  • Reading report

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    Posted by Sari

    Golly! Typepad has a WYSIWYG posting interface, and new format hot-buttons. Nice.

    But to business. Lately I have been reading mostly work-related stuff, like Peter’s really excellent (but  long) Antichrist’s Lewd Hat, and of course about 10 000 pages of 17th century newsbooks. I probably should try to do something else on my free time than read more, but old habits die hard. Well, the last batch is pretty light entertaiment:

    L.M. Montgomery: Blue Castle
    Like all bookish little girls, I read Montgomery’s Anne and Emily -series, but I always preferred Alcot to Montgomery, mostly because already as a 12-year old I was furious with Montgomery’s take on adult Anne. The degenration of that fiery read-head into a fainting and jealous doctor’s wife was just too annoying and sad for words. Blue Castle is a cute romance about Valancy Sterling, who after years of being bullied and bossed by her family, takes her life into her own hands when she thinks she has a terminal heart-condition. Old fashioned wish-fulfilment, but I liked it.

    Laurie R. King: Dark Place
    Tarja first introduced me to Laurie King’s Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell mysteries few years ago. The idea worked surprisingly well. Mary is a Mary-Sue if there ever was one, but there is nothing inherently wrong in a well-constructed interesting Mary-Sue. And King also managed to create the second sexiest scene in main-stream fiction ever for her and Holmes.

    Dark Place has very different things to recommend itself than the Holmes stories, and in a many ways it is a better if not more appealing novel for it. It is a thriller of a middle-aged female university professor of religion who every now and then works for FBI as an undercover agent defusing crises in religious communities. The characters are well constructed, the tension is kept up well and the picture she gives of closed communities is varied and thoughtful enough to avoid the trap of demonising all "cults".

    Ann Waldron: The Princeton Murders
    Princeton Murders must be one of the worst murder mysteries I have ever read. A Pulizer -winning journalist from Tallahassee comes to Princeton for a year to teach a class in journalism and with her students starts to suspect there was something rotten in suspicious deaths of English department staff members. The clumsy way in which Waldrop constructs the mystery reminds me mainly of our dog My burying his chewy-toy in the living room corner and being absolutely sure that no-one can find the toy in plain sight. Only reason to read the novel is if you have been to Princeton, and enjoy the endless depictions of familiar places.

    Catherine Asaro: The Charmed Sphere
    Asaro is one of those authors I feel I should like more than I do. She should be just down my alley: critically acclaimed writer of science fiction and romance, but for some reason I have never really warmed up to her Skolian series. Maybe it is the gawd-awful covers. Unfortunately this fantasy novel does not fare that much better. It is "nice" cindarella-story about a country-girl picked out to be the bride of the heir to the throne, with enough of twists and turns to make the story interesting, but even so something was lacking.

    Patrick O’Brien: Treason’s Harbour
    I have been rationing Aubrey and Maturing novels to make them last longer. Now I am reaching the middle of the series. Treason’s Harbour is the 9th in the series. It was more Maturin-centric than its predecessor, so I was well pleased with it. Next up, The Far Side of the World.


    Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomas: The Rule of Four

    This is another Princeton tie-in novel, a thriller pitched by the publishers as Eco meets Dan Brown.  I’d pitch it more like Foucault’s Pendulum meets Secret History, and it is not half bad. Again, there is a bit too much Princeton-trivia for those who are not that interested in, for example,  the history of university Eating Clubs, but the mystery is neat, the riddles obscure and esoteric enough, and the characters believable. It could have been even better, but defenitely worth a read if esoteric historical mysteries are your thing.

  • I didn’t know I’ve been evacuated – at least partially

    Posted by jukkahoo

    (They seem to have done some renovations here at the TypePad, again. There’s finally strkir

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    sktrt strikethrough!)

    I went to see my onkologist. This time he was a very nice (Russian?) fellow, with perfect understanding of Finnish, even though he did "eeeeeeeee" a lot before he (once again) remembered the proper Finnish word.

    I’m hunky dory. The various values were all within normal parameters, mostly very good, he said. My TT-scan was a rousing success, but they noticed some (and here I’m refering to the original report in Finnish): "Vakuuttavaa lymfooman aktivoitumiseen viittaavaa ei ole nähtävissä. Etumediastinumissa pientä epätarkkarajaista tiiviyttä, jonka kliininen merkitys jää epäselväski. Tätä lienee aiheellista pitää silmällä." Apparently there is some kind of unaccurately visible condensation (or summat, feel free to translate the original, my linguistially inclined friends) in my anterior mediastinum .  I’m more happy about the first line that reads more or less like: "No affirmative sign of lymphic activity". I’ll take that as a good sign.

    My doctor also said that a) I’d be going to these tests for nine (9!) more years and b) the implanted port in my chest would stay there for the duration. No problem with neither of these things. Slight inconvinience is a smallish price to pay for certainty. And the policlinic charge of €22.

    The report also said: "Kuvattu natiivina jugulumista symsyyfiin." And: "[…]nekroosiin mennyt vas. kainalon tuumori evakuoitu[…]" Well, I never…

    Now that I’m more or less happily OK, I managed only last night to sneeze a painful hole to the roof of my mouth. I have never ever heard of this and I’d be hard pressed to believe such a thing, but since it did happen to me, I’m inclined to do so. It’s fairly painful (when swallowing) and practically prohibits me from eating anything with a zing to it. Like pretty much anything. I hope it’ll heal soon and why shouldn’t it as mouth is right about the fastest part of our anatomy to heal. With all those good thingybobs in our saliva.

    And now: back to NaNoWriMo.

  • The Greatest Show on Earth

    Posted by Sari

    It is going on right now. Four years ago about this time I was asleep. I did get up at an ungodly hour to check the result, went back to bed a happy woman, and woke again few hours later to see the farce beginning to unravel.

    I don’t know if it is the tragi-comical drama of the election show, the way the world has changed after 9/11, the about thirteen months I have altogether spent in US since 2000, or my growing addiction to political punditry, but I am struggling to stay up to see the early projections on Ohio and Florida before turning in.

    YLE is showing CBS and Dan Rather but unfortunately with Finnish commentary and punditry ruining the show so that it is unbearable to watch. Okay this is it. I want my digibox and I want it now.

    Channel 4 had an election special earlier where they showed selected pieces of Bush and Kerry documentaries and had two pundits commenting on them, and BBC World is, of course, devoting the channel wholly to the election.

    I am hoping that the election won’t be quite as close as the polls project, and that Kerry takes the Electoral college. I am basing this hope on following all of which I have read in that most reliable of soucres, ‘somewhere’:
    1) Polling apparently has largely ignored people who have only cells. These people tend to be younger and thus (maybe) more socially liberal and more likely to vote Democrat.
    2) Depending on the methology, it is possible that "likely voter" polling exludes the voters who did not vote in last elections, and there seems to be a great upsurge of new registered voters intending to use their vote.
    3) Traditionaly, 2/3 of the swing vote goes with the Challenger
    4) Washington Redskins lost.

    Just a few more hours and then we’ll see what’ll happen…

  • NaNoWriMo

    Posted by jukkahoo

    Koska en päässyt Kööpenhaminaan (jossa Terolla ja Benillä oli ilmeisenkin hauskaa) olen päättänyt maatua seuraavan kolmikymmenpäiväisen kotona ja kirjailla romaanin. Tai siis ainakin 50 000 sanaa tänä aikana. Teksti edistymistä kuvaava mittari löytyy täältä. Höysteenä tarjolla on ainakin välillä myös tekstinpaloja itse kirjoitetusta. Jos oikein höveliksi rupean, niin voi löytyä vielä koko homma, mutta ianakin tässä alun ujosteluvaiheessa vain osa.

    I’m NaNoWriMoing this month. In Finnish. Normal service will resume by December.

    Oh yes, The Ammazzing Dandruffboy has returned. Evidently Head & Shoulders do no longer have the active antidote available?

  • The Curse is broken!

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    Posted by Sari

    In honor of Boston Red Sox finally taking home the world series, below is a stream of consciousness report of the seventh game of the American League Final written in a dingy little guest room at West Side YMCA in NYC, as it was all goingo down:

    Here I am sitting on my bed in NYC watching – believe it or not – baseball. The American League Championships Series, the Yankees against Red Sox, seventh game. Boston’s ability to loose the important games is legendary, I can’t think any team who has been so near but so far for so long. The story goes it is the curse: Boston sold Babe Ruth to Yankees, and haven’t won a world series since. That is about eighty something years. Everybody from presidential candidates to cartoonist have been making jokes about how big a masochist do you have to be to be a Sox fan.

    But miraculously, and first time in the history of baseball, it seems like a team which was down three to nothing is making a come back and going to the World Series. It is the bottom of the eight at Yankee Stadium and the game is 9 to 3 for the Red Sox.

    I, of course, know next to nothing of baseball. For me, it is the slower more boring version of Pesäpallo, with the funny pajamas for uniforms. Honestly, I am not even clear on the off-side rules, even though Jukka (the Mets fan) has been trying his best to teach me. Even so, I am supporting Red Sox, yes I am. Because, well firstly Yankees. The Manchester United of baseball, ew. And secondly, even though the dry seasons with HIFK are nothing compared to the eighty something years  of disapointments for Red Sox, there is some fellow-feeling there.  Oh, and I have seen the outside of Fenway Park, but I have never seen Yankee Stadium. That I know of.

    … And apparently they just had another run. I don’t know how, because I thought the Yankees outfield caught the ball, but whatever. Top of the ninth and 10-3. I mean, not even Sox can screw up that lead. Right now there are people running up and down the corridor shouting bottom of the ninth! 10-3, yes! (I suppose it is the bottom now because the long-haired bearded guy, Johnny something,  just came the third player out)

    Ooh, and there is a japanese guy batting for the Yankees. I remember being more than a bit surprised to learn baseball is a big thing in Japan. And nothing is happening, they are walking up and down the diamond chewing something. Gum? Tobacco? Ooh, Two out for Yankees. Looking good for Sox, except the pitcher threw four wonky ones, and that Yankee guy got a freebie to first base.

    Aflec still has the duck in the commercials! I like that duck. And now with the statistics. Quite as inexplicable as in cricket. And they did it. It is midnight, and people are partying in the corridor. Hotel, you see people out of town. Fox commentators are comparing the come back to Lake Placid Ice Hocey gold. And I am still thinking the mistake was to take Tretjak out of goal. Fox has cameras in bars in where people are partying. Billy Chrystal did not look that happy. At least I think it was Billy Chrystal.

    And who are they playing against in in the World Series? Astros or Cardinals, apparently, whoever they are. There seems to be a new reality series Nanny 911, where a supernanny comes to help tired and worn out parents with their unmanageable progeny. Now lets see what the pundits will say. Historical come-back blablabla… Inredible night for Red Sox blablabla…. They believed in themselves blablabla… And now with the pouring of the champagne. This commentator guy is calling Sox a feisty and rugged team. Oookay. And there was a very cute “Just Do It” commercial from Nike, the almost ninety years on Fenway park. I am sure it is online somewhere. I think things are quieting down in the corridor, maybe I get to sleep at some point…

    Guys, this is a disaster says the local Fox affiliate reporter.

  • We sell regalis for an affordable price

    Posted by jukkahoo

    Why are so many unknown Americans (and of other nationalities, come to mention) interested in my health? I know I have some friend-like individuals over there, but that so many are contacting me and offering various miracle-working medicines for different ailments is really boggling the small mind of mine.

    How about being a a bit (if not a LOT) more interested in your election,
    and a bit (or really a LOT) less interested in my erection, hmmm’kay?

    And then some:

    The Exploits of the Ammazzing Dandruff-boy

    Precious little to report.
    Apparently our stalwart hero is still being held captured by the Nefarious Evil-Doer-duo on Head and Shoulders.

    More info when any is obtained.

  • Hän on palannut!

    Posted by jukkahoo

    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!
    Lalalalalaaa… Sari is back!

    So, what else is new?