Alice

January 5th, 2010 2 comments »

Alice in Wonderland. A story that is hauntingly strange, seemingly aimless, and yet so colourful it stays with you. It certainly stayed with me, because my father tried to read it to me in english when i was six and already struggling with 2 languages.

So I have a soft spot for this book. When I heard that Tim Burton was preparing an Alice, I was over the moon. This slightly morbid and crazy world totally fits in with Burton’s universe. The melancholy death of the Oyster Boy, anyone ?

And then I saw the first images. Spectacular. Smooth and yet victorian and dark enough. You could say that that Alice got first place on my list of the most expected movies of 2010. But … then I saw the trailer.

here

What ? It’s a sequel ? By Disney ?
We’ve seen that one before: a studio takes an honourable children’s classic, Peter Pan, and makes a Hook. Peter Pan is not a difficult story, and yet the movie managed to totally ignore the spirit of the original and turn into an american family entertainment movie. Was this really necessary ? Didn’t the original succeed at what it was doing ?

When they take a complex book like Alice, which can be read on about six different levels (i have a volume with lots of annotations to prove it), and write a sequel, I can’t help but fear the worst. It would have been a challenge to make a film sticking to the original (unlike the Disney cartoon), and writing a sequel adds another few level of difficulty. Lewis Caroll fanfic, in essence.

And with Disney, bless their mercantile little souls. I’m expecting good against evil, lots of 3D action, a few ‘awwwww’ moments, and all ends well. I don’t think I stand a high risk betting that they didn’t hire a writer team that can measure up to Charles Dodgson.
So I’m toning down my expectations – seriously. I’ll go and look at the pretty CGI, and hope for the best. Damn !

26C3

January 2nd, 2010 No comments »

I talk about my experience at 26C3 on my technical blog.

The Flickr set is here.
I left out photo’s with faces, to respect the wish for privacy of the participants.

Abracadabra Shazam

December 23rd, 2009 12 comments »

Note: any resemblance to real events is purely coincidental
sorcerer's apprenticeOnce upon a time, in a far and distant land, there was a group of people who were born different. They were usually recognized by slightly impaired social skills, a disregard for fashion, and magical abilities. Their talents, and differences, appeared from a young age, setting them apart.

In effect it made them loners. However, their unique talents also allowed them to create things. An enlightened monarch of the time, who needed help in a war with a neighbour, had a group of them brought together and funded. They discovered how to layer spells to obtain a scrying network, that allowed them to contact each other.

This was a blessing, because they could finally communicate with people who were just like them. They took the insult ’sourcerer’ that had been thrown at them by scornful and envious people, and turned it into a badge of honour. They found comfort in each other’s company and in creating new and complex rituals together.

After a while, though, a strange thing happened. Some sourcerers, being at the right place at the right time, became successful and immensely rich. As a result more and more people wanted to emulate them. The sourcerers of old had created many layers of magic. It was no longer necessary to master them all to access minor spells. Many people could produce tricks, sparks, rabbits and flowers, or had somehow acquired powerful artefacts, and could now, too, perform magic ! So they called themselves ’sourcerer’ too.

The original sourcerers were incensed. These new sourcerers were outrageously normal. They were the very people who had excluded them before for looking frumpy and knowing the powers of two ! How could a prettyboy who could draw swirls and windows in the air, or a vain girl waving a pretty wand pretend to wizardhood !

As a reaction, the sourcerers of old withdrew to older circles of the scrying network. They exchanged secret signs and tokens of recognition, so that they would know they were amongst equals. They started to shun gatherings of new sourcerers, and tended to meet up only in certain prearranged locations. And they started looking for a new name.

Auld Lang Syne

December 12th, 2009 5 comments »

time eaterOh dear. We’re once again approaching that time when everybody feels compelled to summarize the last year, or to play at being a garden-variety Nostradamus. As in last years, I might just do a prophylactic ‘Mark all as read’, and leave it at that.

This year, I fear this will be worse than ever: We’re changing decade. This means we (or the media) will need new vocabulary. What will we call 2000-2009 ? It’s easy for decades 20 to 90, but for 0 …

It’s fairly moronic to view a decade as a block – almost as moronic as the whole ‘generation’ business – time, and reproduction, is continuous after all. Yet for the sake of simplicity we throw together disco and the vietnam war and call it the seventies. But hey, we love simplification, it allows us to feel wise and in control.

Time to choose a name, then. Remember, this is a label we’ll hear for the next fifty years (after which i probably won’t care), or until mandarin or hindi overtake english. Candidates so far:

  • the oughts
  • the oughties (variant of the above with obligatory -ies to fit in with what came before)
  • the noughties: bad pun alert
  • the 2000s: too millenial, fits 2123 just as well and lacks pizazz too.
  • the resets ? ‘the start of the century’ ? …

What’s your vote ? Other options ? We can take bets on it and see what comes out on top.

Caution: sharp

December 5th, 2009 5 comments »

Life is edge. There is no experience worth living that doesn’t include the risk of pain.
And that’s a problem. Evolution has conditioned us to protect ourselves, physically and emotionally, to survive.

And as time passes, it gets worse. Do you remember how you used to jump from trees, do the weirdest things with your bike, dive from great heights – without any hesitations ? Dive into friendships and relationships, too, driven the need for companionship or hormones ?
We experience pain, we grow scars, and they put big red danger arrows on things around us.

We have more to lose, composure-wise. Where feeling off-kilter was a way of life for the first 20 years or so, now we have refined an attitude that gets us through the day and works for our contacts with others. We master indifference as an art form, shielding our desires from ourselves, shunting off thoughts and people that come dangerously close.

The most interesting people are often the ones that keep the ability to jump. They don’t have an easy time of it, oh no. One thing they don’t do is stand still. They don’t hesitate to expose themselves, again and again, at the risk of getting hurt. It takes a peculiar kind of madness, or courage, to do this.

I think it’s time for me to try for exposure mode again. This shell that’s sheltered me through the last year, it also keeps me locked in, and I feel myself growing stale in there. OK. Saying it was easy, doing it is harder.

and a good old classic with that:

Darkness is upon us

December 1st, 2009 7 comments »

cloudsThere we are again – close to the darkest day of the year.
The weatherman has decided to contribute: the sneaky peeks the sun throws us are hidden by layers of damp woolly clouds. And rain, drizzle, downpour, smur smir (scottish) and more rain.

On the bright side, it’s the right time for:

  • writing dark and twisted novels full of psychopaths
  • wearing all the knitwear in the wardrobe, and then some
  • preparing rich foods to train for the festivals ahead
  • switching on that extra lamp or two (eco guilt included)
  • feeling depressed and entitled to, because it’s dark after all – much harder to justify gloom in the summer
  • snuggling away with multiple duvets and a cup of tea
  • dreaming of hibernating on the other hemisphere

Well, tempus fugit, and before we know it it’ll be march again.

E.T.A.

November 16th, 2009 1 comment »

my kind of short animated film :) (enjoy it while the link still works)

(thanks Ray)

Visiting with my friends in the bookcase

November 14th, 2009 2 comments »

booksA few days ago I sorted my books alphabetically, from Adams to Zusak. As said before, I love to read, so it’s a pleasure to see all those old friends again, to re-discover a few unexpected ones (Plato’s Republic ?) and to throw away some utter rubbish.

But as I was stacking those hundreds of books in the corridor, I had to wonder: has reading all those books made me a better, or a more intelligent person ? The consensus is that reading a lot is a good thing. They say ‘well-read’, and the term ‘book addict’ is never associated with classified substances.

Most of the books I have at home are fiction. Fiction allows you to slip into someone else’s skin, living or imagining situations you’ll never find yourself in – how a man loves, what a psychopath thinks like, living in France in the 16th century, making your way in a distant future.

Arguably, great literature is the most elevating, because characters are very life-like, avoiding stereotypes to go straight to the mixed up experience of being human. Also, literature often makes you think, it addresses the deeper questions without being pedantic about it.

There is a percentage of great literature in my book collection, but it’s not the majority. I’ll admit that I often read for entertainment, or to avoid the present moment if it’s uncomfortable or boring. Lots of sci-fi, fantasy, some humoristic chicklit. I have standards for writing style, but I won’t vouch for distinguished content.

So does reading all these pages make me better ? I don’t know. Better for what ? Does it matter ? I’ll continue reading, just in case.

Note: I gave up on nanowrimo. There’s no way for me to be writing 1667 words/day right now – maybe next year …

Beer Festival

November 8th, 2009 1 comment »

hasselt beer festivalBeer festival in Hasselt yesterday – it’s getting to be a tradition, I have a good friend in Alken, and every year we go and have an extended sampling sessions. Beer festivals are not scarce in Belgium, but the Hasselt beer festival is one of the better ones, with about 140 beers on the list, carefully selected by an association of beer lovers.

I even took notes ! The order below is from the booklet, not the order we tasted it in.
For documentation purposes, these are the beers I sampled in mine and in my friend’s glasses:

  • huardis (on tap) – cloudy blond : nice, but not extraordinary white beer, with almost no aftertaste.
  • De Graal Quest (on tap) – blond: quite complete beer, sweet with a bitter aftertaste.
  • Chouffe Houblon (on tap) – blond: slightly bitter, but relatively light taste, pleasant
  • Amburon (on tap) – blond: a pils-like, pleasant but not memorable beer.
  • Vicaris Generaal (on tap) – brown: burnt, scotch-like beer – a bit too strongly so to be pleasant in more than little quantities.
  • Jambe-de-Bois tripel (on tap) – amber: quite bitter and full taste, with sweetish aftertones, nice if you like bitter beers.
  • Den Drupneuze – dark blond: a complete beer, sweet first taste, full and yeasty in mouth with slightly bitter aftertaste
  • Hanssens Oude Geuze – geuze: geuze, and this one is a good one, with a complex taste with sour overtones. You love it or you hate it.
  • Kriek Mariage Parfait – red kriek: very, very nice kriek, not sweet at all and with a natural cherry flavour combined with the typical sour taste.
  • Oudegodje – cloudy blond: quite light of taste for a triple
  • Schinus Blond – blond (duh): supposed to be brewed with red pepper, but we couldn’t detect it.
  • Corsendonk Rousse – copper: brewed for the italian market, and much too sweet.
  • Tiense Kweiker Amber – dark amber: burnt, sweetish, pleasant
  • Omer – blond: quite light with a bitter, aromatic taste.
  • Den Bir – dark blond: sweetish with slightly bitter aftertaste
  • Schuppenboer tripel – cloudy blond: strong overtastes of coriander over the tripel taste (reminding of Hoegaarde, although not a white)
  • Schuppenboer tripel 2009 – blond: sweet, full in the mouth tripel.
  • Bitter Truth – blond: quite sharply bitter, full in the mouth. I like.

Needless to say I didn’t drink a glass of each, or I’d have been crawling in the gutter. At such a tasting, the more friends, the better, to exchange glasses, give a show of tasting and swap opinions.
Unsurprisingly: at the end, my notes get a bit short, like ‘very good’, and the writing is not up to usual standards.

China in your hand

November 5th, 2009 3 comments »

Tonight I went to see the Europalia exhibition ‘Son of Heaven‘ at Bozar. It’s a short history of all the dynasties, illustrated by objects from the personal collections of all these emperors and dynasties, starting with Qin.

Very impressive. A civilisation which already had intricate stonework 1300BC, and fine jewellery 200BC. Beautiful potteries, colourful embroidered silks.

What stayed with me, was this guy: Ferdinand Verbiest. This flemish jesuit, after some wandering, ended up being a personal advisor of the emperor. So not only was he an accomplished mathematician and philosopher, he also mastered mandarin to the point of being able to sell a new calendar to the emperor (and to write a couple of books on the subject). The wikipedia entry says he invented the first steam car.

An extraordinary man, no doubt, a geek avant la lettre and a genius. Surprising how even back then, when most people never moved too far from their place of birth (barring emigration to America, of course), some people travelled to the other side of the world, and managed to have extraordinary, eventful lives.