Metal Monday: the pride of Zeeland

The nineth Metal Monday sees us reach the “G” and what better band to showcase that Zeeland’s pride, Gorefest? It was actually my younger brother who discovered them first. He was then a much more intense metalhead than I was, but since then has migrated through playing LARP and D’nD into a Dutch Neil the hippie, without changing much both in his convictions and look… Whereas I mostly dabbled in bands like Iron Maiden and Anthrax, he went for the full death/black metal experience and hence found out about Gorefest early, just before their first cd came out in 1991. That cd, Mindloss for me is still one of the classic death metal albums, one that every metalhead should have in their collection; their later work is less essential.

Confessions of a Serial Killer:



Reality – When You Die:



Decomposed:



Tangled in Gore (from the demo)



Cyberpastoralism

In what’s only an aside to his main post, Alex reveals his second thoughts about the slow burn revolution of decentralising technology:

I can’t help thinking, looking at a lot of the growing technology of instant urbanism (suitcase GSM base stations, palletised VSATs, Aggreko gensets, Sun Microsystems containerised data centres…) that a lot of this stuff might actually be a sort of negative toolkit of local optimisations.

RepRap isn’t on that list, but it should be part of this as well. All these technologies take something that you’d normally need a huge industrial complex for, scale them down to were they fit on the back of a lorry and make them independent of the infrastructure that their full scale counterparts depend on, therefore enabling sophisticated technology to be plunked down anywhere in the world without requiring anything but electricity. And even that can be provided independently, by using wind or solar power or diesel generators.

Alex calls it “instant urbanism”, but you could also call it cyberpastoralism: get all the tech benefits of living in the city without having to live in the city. There’s always been a strain of that in science fiction, a longing for the death of the city, for technology to advance to the point where a single household (or at best, a village) could provide everything we now need a global infrastructure for through magic replicator tech. In the fifties it was the flying car and fear of the a-bomb that would bring this about (cf. Simak’s City), in the eighties it was cyberspace and telecommuting and now we’re actually seeing a host of technologies maturing or almost maturing that look a lot like real versions of Star Trek replicators.

Of course even thinking about this for a moment makes you realise this independence is phony. You still need factories to manufacture these “suitcase GSM base stations, palletised VSATs, Aggreko gensets, Sun Microsystems containerised data centres” before they can be used and you still need the raw materials before those magickal RepRap machines can do anything, with everything that implies. All that changes is that people who can afford these toys can pretend to be rugged individualists independent from the rest of society, just like they now can pretend to rough it in the countryside in their expensive 4x4s and brand name survival kits.

In the real world the technologies Alex mentions are meant to be used as quick and dirty stop gaps, to work around the lack of a functioning infrastructure until a more permanent solution can be achieved. But when we see the US Army in all seriousness arguing for diesel generators to power Kandahar indefinately, something has gone wrong. Granted, the alternative of building a proper electricity network and getting power from the Kajaki Dam project and protecting both from the “Taliban” is problematic as well. But the choice for diesel is at heart a political one: it means “Afghanistan” has to buy foreign generators, foreign diesel and keeps the country tied to its donors, much more so than if a proper electricification programme is launched. Going the diesel route means Kandahar electricity production is outsourced to whoever wins the army contract — and the first thing you lose when outsourcing is control.

Twente rules, Ajax drools!

McLaren holding up the Championship Bowl

YES!

I may be a Feijenoord fan, but if there was any other team this season I didn’t mind winning the competition it was FC Twente. They were knocking on the door already last season and played such disciplined, attractive football without ever becoming arrogant. I also liked Steve McLaren from the start, even when he still thought speaking English with what he thought was a Dutch accent would help his players understand him better. And then there were players like Blaise Nkufo, a Black Swiss striker (and how many of those are there playing football on this level..) who became the club’s top scorer early in the season. Not to mention Bryan Ruiz, a Costa Rican international who became this season’s most dependable striker for FC Twente.

And what better way to win the championship than by denying Ajax the title? Ajax is the Manchester United of Holland, undeniably a great team, but arrogant and hated in the rest of the country (this makes Feijenoord into Liverpool, hardworking but a bit thick sometimes and PSV Chelsea, accused of buying their championships; carrying on the analogy would make AZ into Arsenal or Spurs, perrenial fourth but capable of greater things). Ajax had a great season, but a baddish start and an even better season for FC Twente meant that today on the last playing day they were still one point behind Twente. Because both games started at the same time, they were even virtual champion when they scored before Twente did in their game, but in the end, despite a 4-1 victory they left emptyhanded…

HA-HA! Poor old Ajax....

You have to have a heart of stone not to laugh at that, at the discomfort of players like Demy de Zeeuw, once a likeable player but now best known for trying to dop in his direct opponents to the referee, or Louis Suarez, top scorer in this year’s league, but prone to fall to the ground if somebody blows in his direction, not to mention Martin Jol, chav trainer in his eternal shell suit. Just the fact that they accused my club, Feijenoord for deliberately not winning from FC Twente two weeks ago in order to block Ajax in their championship bid is enough for me to crack open another beer to celebrate Twente’s win.

Congratulations Twente! And commiserations to Ajax — I feel your pain and I like it!

Books read April

I’m still reading nowhere near as much as I read last year or the year before. Because I bought a lot of science fiction this month I also read a lot of science fiction.

The Raw Shark Texts — Steven Hall
What if books and words contained a whole ecosystem and somewhere out there a great word shark is hunting you?

The Night Sessions — Ken MacLeod
A thematic sequel to The Execution Channel.

The Enquiries of Doctor Eszterhazy — Avram Davidson
A not quite serious collection of Ruritarian mystery stories. Somewhat slight perhaps, but a pleasure to read if only for Davidson’s writing voice. Because he clearly had fun writing these stories, you the reader have almost as much fun reading them.

The Gate of Worlds — Robert Silverberg
An unknown to me and minor Silverberg novel, telling the adventures of a young English adventurer in the Americas of a world where the Black Plague was much lethal than our own and England has only recently thrown off the Ottoman yoke. Not very interesting, partially because of its meandering plot.

This Is Not a Game — Walter Jon Williams
I’ve already talked about this novel before. This is a great novel and recommended to anybody who liked Charlie Stross’ Halting State.

The Legion of Time — Jack Williamson
One of the classic time travel/alternate world stories, which introduced the concept of “Jonbar points”, where a decision made one way or another (will a small boy pick up a magnet or a pebble) has huge consequences for how future history plays out. I wanted to say that this was a good story, but unfortunately I can’t; of historical interest only.

After World’s End — Jack Williamson
Though the cover doesn’t mention it, The Legion of Time came bound with a second novel, the hero of which is a contemporary rocket explorer who manages to get stuck in cold sleep in a cometary orbit in the Solar System for a million years. This enables him to play a leading role in the uprising of humans against their robot masters.

The Legion of Space — Jack Williamson
I couldn’t not read this after The Legion of Time. It’s much better, the Three Musketeers in Space! Because it moves much quicker the stereotyping and flat characterisation didn’t have as much time to annoy me.

Dawn of the Dumb — Charlie Brooker
A collection of Brooker’s television criticism and other columns. If you like his writing, this is like a box of candy and it takes discipline not to gobble them all up in one go.

World War Z — Max Brooks
A cult hit a few years ago (show you how “hip” and “with it” I am), this is an oral history of a worldwide, Night of the Living Death style zombie outbreak. It was good enough and scary enough to keep me up till 2:30 AM reading it, then caused me trouble sleeping.

Also read, but not finished: the second book in Steph Swainston’s Castle trilogy, as well as Richard Fortey’s Life.

Mad bastards

As Nick Mamatas introduced this video, this is what the right wingers are scared of the end of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell will mean to the US Army:



It’s great to see the yanks take up the traditional role of the poms so well. British squaddies have always prided themselves on how mad they are but this was a nice attempt at usurping that role. But it’s still not as mad as this:



UPDATE:a late entry courtesy of the Royal Navy:



Afghani civilians wanted to put in an entry in the hilarious music video sweepstakes as well, but the set was bombed by the US Airforce.