<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513</id><updated>2009-02-21T04:42:54.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shallow be my name</title><subtitle type='html'>forgotten but not gone</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113925432357576672</id><published>2006-02-06T20:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:10:32.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bnerd.blogspot.com/2006/02/fetch-good-admin.html"&gt;Playing along&lt;/a&gt; to not incur the wrath of the Bnerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I did:&lt;br /&gt;Bank temp, Medic, Webcoder, IT-Consultant (and yes, I'm very, very sorry about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 films I can't get enough of:&lt;br /&gt;The Princess Bride, Bubba Ho-Tep, Mononoke-hime, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;Here and nowhere else. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV series I like:&lt;br /&gt;Arrested Development, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spaced, Babylon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I've been to on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;London, Prague, Berlin, Rhodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favourite foods:&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide. I'm an omnivore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Pages I hit daily:&lt;br /&gt;sinfest.net, penny-arcade.com, derstandard.at, en.wikipedia.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113925432357576672?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113925432357576672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113925432357576672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113925432357576672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113925432357576672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged...'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113699802267345497</id><published>2006-01-12T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:28:42.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Carpenter's They Live (1988)</title><content type='html'>Following my TV endorsment with a post about a movie. Clever, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell, there's always time for a little Carpenter love. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They Live&lt;/span&gt; is one of his best efforts in my book (which not many people are going to sign, unfortunately). Spoilers follow, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nameless hero (pro wrestler Roddie Piper who hopefully wrestles better than he acts) walks into Los Angeles in time of deepest recession. The yuppies have taken over America and their grip is tightening, so work is short and money is even shorter. He finds work at a construction site and stays at a homeless shelter over night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of freedom fighters have set up a pirate broadcasting station in a nearby church. They have found out that society has been subverted by evil yuppies from outer space, out to mine earth for what it's worth. But nobody listens to them, the space yuppies are keeping the people docile by permanently bombarding them with subconcious messages on billboards, tv and magazines. The freedom fighters have managed to create sunglasses which expose the alien messages and the aliens themselves, who are walking among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the church and the homless shelter are raided, our hero gets his hands on a pair of these sunglasses. He soon realizes what's going on and starts to kick some serious ass. Some plot twists later he gets shot on top of the alien's headquarters but manages to destroy the broadcasting station that hides the alien's true appearance as a last act of defiance. As our hero dies with a "Fuck you!" on his lips, the people of earth finally see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore this movie. The acting is bad and over the top, Piper's lines are cheesy ("&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time to chew bubble gum and kick ass. And I'm all out of bubble gum&lt;/span&gt;", even hommaged by computer-game hero Duke Nukem). The story isn't all that logical (I mean, one unprotected satellite dish is everything he has to destroy to unmask the aliens? Come on...) but has some nice moments to it, especially when our hero first sees the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fnords.&lt;/span&gt; The effects are ok at best, the criticism of capitalism is a little too overt, but somehow the whole thing just totally clicks for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113699802267345497?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113699802267345497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113699802267345497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113699802267345497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113699802267345497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/john-carpenters-they-live-1988.html' title='John Carpenter&apos;s They Live (1988)'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113699658070462899</id><published>2006-01-11T17:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:23:00.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TV &gt; Movies?</title><content type='html'>The L.A. Daily News &lt;a href="http://www.dailynews.com/ontv/ci_3389295"&gt;thinks so&lt;/a&gt;. And they are right. TV-Shows like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deadwood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Shield&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Feet Under,&lt;/span&gt; hell even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt; blow your average movie out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? It really comes down to the characters. TV just gives them more room to develop. I'd be hard pressed to name a character from any recent movie that was as compelling as Deadwood's Al Swearengen or Arrested Development's Michael Bluth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also more room for plot development (which can be a problem, if there is no more plot. Jumping the shark is still one of the bigger problems of American TV shows these days). Nevertheless I take a good episode of any of the aforementioned shows over most anything hollywood has offered me in the last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113699658070462899?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113699658070462899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113699658070462899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113699658070462899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113699658070462899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/tv-movies.html' title='TV &gt; Movies?'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113656945960308083</id><published>2006-01-10T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:58:35.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>John Carpenter's Assault on Precinct 13 (1976)</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the most positive aspect of a remake is that the original movie gets a DVD release in the wake of the remake. Assault on Precinct 13 is horror director John Carpenter's second feature film and has been remade in 2005. I've no real interest in the remake (which is purportedly one of the better efforts as far as remakes go), but the original has been on my to-watch list for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpenter wanted to do a western but didn't have the budget, so he took the basic story of Rio Bravo and transposed it to 70ies Los Angeles. A police precinct about to be shut down is besieged by a street gang because a guy who killed one of the gang leaders (who previously shot down the guy's little daughter in cold blood, a scene that was rather controversial back in the day) took shelter in the precinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside are the few people overseeing the shutdown as well as a few prisoners who made station at the precinct while being transported from one prison to another. Getting to the actual siege takes quite some time. Carpenter himself apologises for the slowness of the movie quite often on the commentary track. When the siege is actually underway finally, the movie becomes quite night-of-the-living-deadish. The gang members don't talk, they are just out for blood and the people inside the station are constantly fighting for their lives. The whole thing is accompanied by a typical Carpenter synthesizer soundtrack that started to annoy me quite soon. But maybe that was the intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some good chemistry between the lead actors (Austin Stoker as cop Ethan Bishop and Darwin Joston as prisoner Napoleon Wilson as well as Laurie Zimmer as Leigh), I especially liked the bit on the end when Wilson just follows Bishop out of the cellar after they've been rescued. No escape attempt, no pleading, no help from Bishop. Overall nicely done, if a bit slow for today's tastes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113656945960308083?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113656945960308083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113656945960308083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113656945960308083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113656945960308083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/john-carpenters-assault-on-precinct-13.html' title='John Carpenter&apos;s Assault on Precinct 13 (1976)'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113680187600935493</id><published>2006-01-09T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:17:56.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Geekology</title><content type='html'>The original &lt;a href="http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.html"&gt;Geek test&lt;/a&gt; revisited, as by Bnerd's &lt;a href="http://bnerd.blogspot.com/2006/01/film-book-geekery-dirty-mind-game-end.html"&gt;command&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32.34714 %&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing. I'm losing touch with my inner geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113680187600935493?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113680187600935493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113680187600935493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113680187600935493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113680187600935493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/geekology.html' title='Geekology'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113656648393261119</id><published>2006-01-06T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:54:43.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy</title><content type='html'>It was only € 4.99. That's pretty much the only positive thing to say about this one. There's one or two funny scenes in there (the War of the Newsteams and probably some of Steve Carell's scenes as Brick), but overall this is pretty much unfunny crap. Avoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113656648393261119?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113656648393261119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113656648393261119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113656648393261119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113656648393261119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/anchorman-legend-of-ron-burgundy.html' title='Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113532951540744564</id><published>2006-01-06T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:45:46.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demo [Comic]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ait-planetlar.com/images/cover_demo_collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.ait-planetlar.com/images/cover_demo_collection.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ait-planetlar.com/"&gt;AiT/PlanetLar&lt;/a&gt; was so kind as to collect the 12 issues of Brian Wood's and Becky Cloonan's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demo&lt;/span&gt; in a single volume. Not having read the singles, I ordered the collection based on some good reviews and generally liking what Wood had done before with AiT (The Couriers and Couscous Express, I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories revolve around (mostly) young people with some kind of power who experience life-changing events. Except for this common theme, the single stories are not related. Some of them read like riffs on Stephen King novels (for instance "What you wished for", the one with the Asian kid and the dog, or "Emmy", the story with the girl who commands with her voice), others are quiet mood pieces like "Girl You Want", the story of the girl whose appearance changes to whatever the person looking at her imagines her to be or "Stand Strong", the story of a superstrong blue collar worker renouncing easy money from burglary for a simple but good life like his father and grandfather had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky Cloonan's art is very versatile, she can do straight and superheroic (a bit remeniscent of John Romita, Jr.) as well as dark and moody or manga inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the quality of the stories ranges from mediocre to excellent, but taken as a whole the collection is definitely worth looking at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113532951540744564?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113532951540744564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113532951540744564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113532951540744564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113532951540744564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/demo-comic.html' title='Demo [Comic]'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113645440642008150</id><published>2006-01-05T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T10:46:46.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feast For Crows [A Song Of Ice And Fire]</title><content type='html'>I had promised myself to stay clear of sprawling high fantasy epics after Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series proved to be such a monumental disappointment (does this thing still drag on, btw?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George R. R. Martin convinced me otherwise, though. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Song Of Ice And Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saga is epic, sprawling and high fantasy (although very low key on the magic use), nevertheless the thing is actually very, very good. Martin doesn't shy from killing main characters (sometimes he seems to revel in it, actually), his characters are actual characters and not the black-and-white cyphers so common in heroic fantasy and his plots are anything but straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest installment in the series - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Feast Of Crows&lt;/span&gt; - has disappointed some fans because the stories of main characters like Jon Snow or Daenerys Thargaryen aren't continued but set aside for developments on the Lannister-related characters. Especially twins Cersei and Jaime Lannister get their place in the spotlight in A Feast For Crows. And since the notion of "main characters" isn't really appropriate for Martin's epic, seeing how many presumed main characters already bit the dust during the first three books, I'm rather content with the developments in A Feast For Crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only gripe with the book is, that it leaves us with a few tantalizing cliffhangers, especially regarding Cersei's fate. I really do hope Martin doesn't take another five years for the next installment, "A Dance With Dragons".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113645440642008150?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113645440642008150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113645440642008150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113645440642008150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113645440642008150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2006/01/feast-for-crows-song-of-ice-and-fire.html' title='A Feast For Crows [A Song Of Ice And Fire]'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113445565903575145</id><published>2005-12-13T07:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:35:51.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When I die, it won't be because of caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;After 123.38 shots of Espresso, you'd be pushing up daisies&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;a href="http://www.energyfiend.com/death-by-caffeine/"&gt;http://www.energyfiend.com/death-by-caffeine/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to two a day at the moment. So no danger here. Lucky me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113445565903575145?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113445565903575145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113445565903575145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113445565903575145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113445565903575145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-i-die-it-wont-be-because-of.html' title='When I die, it won&apos;t be because of caffeine'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113411340855755848</id><published>2005-12-09T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:30:08.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles Of Narnia (2005)</title><content type='html'>So that wasn't as bad as expected, really. I've heard some pretty mixed reviews so far, but having read the book not  too long ago, I knew what to expect. The movie follows the book almost literally, so the story offers no surprises (and is chock-full of crypto-christianity, as expected).  That's the main problem of Narnia in my opinion, the book just isn't that good and the movie can't rise above the book's limitations, storywise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weak point is the use of CGI. While the individual figures are animated well, they somehow don't really seem to fit. I never forgot that Aslan is a CG effect, something that frequently happened with, say, Gollum in the Lord of the Rings. The creatures in Narnia always seem to be pasted into the world, not live in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acting was ok for the most part, with the children being every bit as annoying as in the book. Only Tilda Swinton as the White Witch was a serious miscast, in my opinion, she's never able to bring across the sheer coldness and evil the witch should radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also a Disney movie, so strange phenomenons like Peter's sword being pristine after cutting down dozens of foes and Aslan or Edmund not bleeding when stabbed are little annoying reminders that old Disney conventions die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the source is a children's book (and not a very good one, in my opinion), so there's no surprise that the movie isn't the next Lord of the Rings. As it stands, Narnia isn't really horrible, but it isn't good either. A so-so movie that won't save the year for the industry (at least judging from the half empty auditorium on premiere day).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113411340855755848?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113411340855755848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113411340855755848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113411340855755848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113411340855755848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/chronicles-of-narnia-2005.html' title='The Chronicles Of Narnia (2005)'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113403093679248057</id><published>2005-12-08T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:36:44.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin, Finally</title><content type='html'>Just to get it out of my system, some Berlin photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kaiser-Wilhelm-Gedächtniskirche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandenburger Tor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten what that is, liked the reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crane-Ballett near the Bundestag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rally of the German Green Party (this was a day or two before the elections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church with TV Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection of the Dome on the old Palace of the Republic. I was told this photo is obligatory for any Berlin tourist, so I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siegessäule vs. the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandenburger Tor vs. the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pragmatic street naming ("Behind the catholic church")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanssouci, Potsdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardens of Sanssouci, close up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potsdam, dutch part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potsdam, park. Half of Potsdam (at least) seems to be parks. Very green there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt Museum, Nofretete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dome with TV Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Berlin_018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Berlin_018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113403093679248057?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113403093679248057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113403093679248057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113403093679248057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113403093679248057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/berlin-finally.html' title='Berlin, Finally'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113394601532282054</id><published>2005-12-07T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:01:16.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki's Delivery Service</title><content type='html'>Finally the older Miyazaki Studio Ghibli movies start to appear here. After Nausicaä (of which I had already bought the RC1 version earlier), the second one to come out was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kiki's Delivery Service&lt;/span&gt;. My Ghibli knowledge is limited to the newer movies, starting with Mononoke, plus the aforementioned Nausicaä. All of those are set in heavily fictionalized worlds and mostly have a decidedly surreal feel to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki isn't like that for the most part. It's a pretty much straightforwardly told coming-of-age tale, set in a world that closely mirrors our own. The only fantasy element is the lead, Kiki, herself, who is a witch - flying broom and talking black cat included. The story revolves around Kiki having to leave her home at the age of 13 to live a year on her own, so she can become a real witch. The animation is of usual high Ghibli standards, the story is charming but less involving than Mononoke or Nausicaä. Worth watching, but still the worst Ghibli movie I've seen so far (although this is a close match between Kiki and Howl's Moving Castle, which also didn't really grab me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113394601532282054?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113394601532282054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113394601532282054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113394601532282054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113394601532282054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/kikis-delivery-service.html' title='Kiki&apos;s Delivery Service'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-113374002456099883</id><published>2005-12-05T00:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:47:04.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Ubuntu!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for missing updates, my two faithful readers. Life got in the way. Someday I'll get around to post some Berlin photos, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing this from my freshly-setup Notebook, a three year old IBM ThinkPad A31p, where I just replaced the old &lt;a href="http://www.gentoo.org"&gt;Gentoo&lt;/a&gt; System with a brand new &lt;a href="http://www.ubuntu.com"&gt;Ubuntu&lt;/a&gt; Breezy Badger. And damn, Desktop Linux has come a long way indeed. The hardware detection is flawless. It set up my graphics device by itself (which is a pretty unusual setup of a Radeon Mobility 7800 and a 1600x1200 display), USB, Sound, wireless networking, everything just works, the system even seems to recognize the bluetooth thingy (at least it writes log messages indicating such), but for lack of a bluetooth device I wasn't able to test that one. Ubuntu even supports hibernating the damn thing out of the box, something I couldn't get to work after days of fiddling with Gentoo two years back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, indeed. Let's see if the daily work with the system proves to be as painless as the install was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-113374002456099883?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/113374002456099883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=113374002456099883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113374002456099883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/113374002456099883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/12/praise-ubuntu.html' title='Praise the Ubuntu!'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112784404417130461</id><published>2005-09-27T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:03:36.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Moment</title><content type='html'>Finally this blog has arrived at the point where no blog should ever venture: Holiday photos. If you don't know me, this will be absolutely boring. If you do know me, it most probably will be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started by going to Vienna by train on Friday Morning. The flight to Berlin went from Vienna at 8:00 on Saturday, so we had a day to kill in Vienna. We went to the Upper Belvedere where we saw &lt;a href="http://www.dasneueoesterreich.at/_en/exhibition/index.htm"&gt;"Das Neue Österreich"&lt;/a&gt; , an exhibition about post-WWII Austria on the occasion of the 50 year jubilee of the Austrian state treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos from the actual exhibition, thanks to photographing being prohibited. Suffice to say it was quite interesting, if a bit skewed towards "oh woe is us, who were poor victims of the Nazi regime" (which does accurately reflect the sentiment held by Austrian officials until the late 1980ies, so the exhibition just shows things as they were).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we strolled through the historical centre of Vienna and visited the Naschmarkt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_004.jpg"&gt;Impressions&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_005.jpg"&gt;Naschmarkt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_003.jpg"&gt;Vienna Secession&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_006.jpg"&gt;Stephansdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_007.jpg"&gt;Haas Haus with crane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having had enough history for a day we also visited the National Library where we watched another exhibition about post-war Austria, &lt;a href="http://www.onb.ac.at/siteseeing/junge_republik/index.htm"&gt;"Die Junge Republik"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to kill some more time we also visited the Museum of Natural History. Yes, that's me, having a bad hair month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some more strolling around vienna (yes, I like clouds and photographing against light sources. You'll see much more of that later), then night broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luck would have it, we were in Vienna just when &lt;a href="http://derstandard.at/?url=/?id=2173308"&gt;"Rund um die Burg"&lt;/a&gt; happened, a 24 hour reading marathon with Austrian writers reading from their works. This is where we spend the wee hours till we caught our bus to the airport and flew to Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/1600/Vienna_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/351/404/320/Vienna_015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actual Berlin photos to follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112784404417130461?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112784404417130461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112784404417130461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112784404417130461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112784404417130461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/dreaded-moment.html' title='The Dreaded Moment'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112783942784734985</id><published>2005-09-27T18:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:43:47.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays Are Fun</title><content type='html'>Went to Berlin for a week. Nice city, rather many trees and parks, absolutely worth a visit. Pictures to follow, when I've got the time to sort through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books read there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larry Niven - Ringworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niven is one of the best known authors in Science Fiction, having won a plethora of Hugo and Nebula Awards. His ideas are usually grand, and he excels at the depiction of alien life (see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mote In God's Eye&lt;/span&gt; for one of the best depictions of an alien race ever). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ringworld&lt;/span&gt; is no different here, the idea of a inhabitable Ring circling a sun (basically a slice of a Dyson Sphere) is impressive and the Pierson's Puppeteers as well as the Kzin are great alien races which aren't just disguised humans. The story lacks a bit in character development, but makes up for it in scope and vision. Good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian Aldiss - Non Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was a bit of a mixed bag. While the basic idea - a spaceship crewed by primitive savages who are the many generations removed descendends of the original crew - is great, the execution lacks a bit for me, because it is pretty clear what's going on early on. The twist at the end didn't come all that suprising for me, I pretty much expected what turned out to be the truth. Good bits are the Freud and Jung based pseudo-religion of the tribes on the ship and the personal growth of Roy Complaint, the main protagonist. Readable, but not a must read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now reading: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal Stephenson - The System Of The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the final part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Baroque Cycle &lt;/span&gt;and glued to my seat, reading. Stephenson has always been a nerd's writer, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Baroque Cycle&lt;/span&gt; is an absolute nerdgasm, especially if you happen to be interested in history. Pure brilliance. (note: This is NOT Science Fiction. It's different from Stephenson's previous body of work. Deal with it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112783942784734985?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112783942784734985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112783942784734985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112783942784734985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112783942784734985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/holidays-are-fun.html' title='Holidays Are Fun'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112322332747843763</id><published>2005-09-08T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T10:23:46.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever, My Dear!</title><content type='html'>Joe Haldeman's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Forever War&lt;/span&gt; is Science Fiction. It tackles themes that were relevant at the time of writing (in this case, the Vietnam War) and transposes them to the far future (of 1996, but don't let that take from your enjoyment of the story). Haldeman shows the alienation soldiers feel after coming back home from a long war by taking it to the extreme. His soldiers fight in space, and, thanks to time dilation, come back many years after they went, having aged only little. But the world they come back to has changed completely in the meantime and they have a very hard time fitting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haldeman's future earth is mostly a bleak place, food riots having resulted in a despoctic UN world government with a inpenetrable calorie based currency system and rampant corruption. People over 70 are assigned a medical status based on their contribution to society and only get help if they are deemed important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alienation from society and the people is the main theme that runs through the book. It also is quite anti-war, the whole war is caused by human's tendency to shoot first ask questions later and can only be rectified when humanity evolves to be on par mentally with the aliens they fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Forever War&lt;/span&gt; has been praised as its generation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/span&gt; by critics, which I don't really see. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch 22&lt;/span&gt; is satire, while Haldeman's book takes itself seriously most of the time. Nevertheless a good read, although the space battles do tend to get a bit drawn out, especially in the latter half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112322332747843763?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112322332747843763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112322332747843763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112322332747843763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112322332747843763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/09/forever-my-dear.html' title='Forever, My Dear!'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112383006488145252</id><published>2005-08-12T08:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T09:01:04.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eschaton Is Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.de/exec/obidos/ASIN/0441011799/qid=1123829796/sr=8-1/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl/302-4311677-5967235"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singularity Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Charles Stross is a science-fiction book about a universe where a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Technological_Singularity"&gt;technological singularity&lt;/a&gt; (The Eschaton, aptly named after the End Of Everything) happened and spread humanity to the stars, while giving them cornucopia machines, basically nanotechnology capable of producing almost everything from cold air. The book is set in the Republic, one of the colonies the Eschaton created, which gets "attacked" by the Festival, an infovore civilization trying to assimilate as much information as possible, wrecking havoc on the political structure of the Republic in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book tells basically a straight-forward spy story, pitting an agent of the Eschaton and a UN weapons inspector, both trying to keep the Republic from violating causality by travelling back in time and arriving at the hot spot of the conflict before the Festival did. The Eschaton isn't very keen on causality violations, because that's the only way it's creation could be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singularity Sky&lt;/span&gt; is an interesting read, but flawed insofar as the Singularity it is named for takes a back seat to rather conventional space battles and spy/counter-spy games. I'd rather had some more information about post-singularity earth and the ramifications of a god-like structure that really does meddle in human affairs instead of lengthy descriptions of space battles (which are, at least, physically plausible and not the usual space-opera tripe) and the protagonist's problems escaping the Republic's secret police. Another problem of the book is Stross' tendency to use scientific and technological terms and abbreviations without defining or explaining any. Can be a little jarring if you have to look up a term (like "gray goo", for example) to understand what's happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112383006488145252?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112383006488145252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112383006488145252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112383006488145252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112383006488145252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/08/eschaton-is-here.html' title='The Eschaton Is Here'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112374615559501642</id><published>2005-08-11T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:42:35.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giggle Loop</title><content type='html'>Keeping up the religious theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Coupling. It's funny. But I never even remotely believed the abstruse Situations Jeff likes to describe, could be true. Enter: the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giggle_loop"&gt;Giggle Loop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend's grandmother died on Saturday. She was well over 80 and had suffered a stroke a couple of weeks before and hadn't really recovered, so it was only a question of time. The family took it quite well, my girlfriend's grandfather was struck hardest. My girfriend's grandparents were the last real catholics in the family, from her parents down they don't care much for the church at all or are as atheistic as I am. But a catholic funeral is tradition, and you don't mess with tradition in a small village where religion equals catholicism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the point of funerals, of wakes. Say goodbye to the departed, come to terms with the loss. Perfectly understandable, perfectly ok. But, here in the catholic heartland, we have something called "Beten". Simply translates to "praying", and that's basically it. People close to the departed come together a day or so before the funeral and pray for his or her admission to heaven. Sounds silly? You don't know half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community prays a "painful rosary" (and painful it is), which consists of 50 Hail Marys and 5 "Our Father ...", intersped with begging saints to tell god to let the departed into heaven. Some rather obscure things are asked to "pray for her", for example ivory towers, heavenly gates and immaculately concepting virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, during this litany I look at my girlfriend, she looks back, and suddenly the silliness of the whole situation gets to us and ... the Giggle Loop strikes. We both try to surpress our sudden amusement by looking somewhere else. I focus on the wooden floor paneling, she digs her nails into her hands to keep from laughing. And everytime we think we have it under control, a casual glance at the other is enough to bring back the urge to giggle - only stronger than before. The prayers don't help much, because the described things become more and more abstruse. I made it through, but barely. Another two minutes of this and it would have been too late. Even so I drew some strange glances from other attendees on the way out, because my amusement was quite visible on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that and the anti-catholic rant below, I've collected my share of Hell-Points for the month, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112374615559501642?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112374615559501642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112374615559501642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112374615559501642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112374615559501642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/08/giggle-loop.html' title='The Giggle Loop'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112367203529984334</id><published>2005-08-10T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:07:15.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant addendum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bnerd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bernd&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Regarding the "in a society without god, everyone is his own god" problem, that's trivial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the old religious argument (apart from, you know, &lt;i&gt;god is just true&lt;/i&gt;) against atheism, that man without god would become arrogant, and would not accept higher authority beyond his own will, thus becoming evil against other men who have a different will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been used against many free-thinking groups, and found different answers; if you consider that the biggest atheist movements of the 20th century have been the nazis and the communists, it's even hard to dismiss it out of hand.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'll give Bernd the communists (gladly, in fact) but the nazis were not atheists for the most part. Various catholic and protestant groups (most notably, the "Deutschen Christen")  openly supported them, and there never was a ban on religion in nazi-Germany (only on religion that didn't agree with them). The pope only condemned the nazis when the catholic church didn't get what had been promised to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it has only been a tangent of my rant, Bernd has some interesting thoughts on abortion, too. Makes me want to re-evaluate my stance on the issue which always has been something along the lines of "do as you wish as long as you leave me alone". Doesn't quite hold up, if one looks at it from a (bio)logical perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112367203529984334?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112367203529984334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112367203529984334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112367203529984334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112367203529984334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/08/rant-addendum.html' title='Rant addendum'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112366393469983247</id><published>2005-08-10T10:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:03:27.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckheads like this</title><content type='html'>are the reason I hate the Catholic Church with a passion normally reserved for worthier targets (Warning: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant &lt;/span&gt;follows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Cardinal Joachim Meisner in an &lt;a href="http://www.spiegel.de/panorama/0,1518,368465,00.html"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with German magazine Der Spiegel (interview in German, obviously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choice quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckhead says: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Zunächst kommt nur die Wirklichkeit an das Kind ran, die die Eltern ranlassen. Wenn sie die Wirklichkeit Gottes nicht eröffnen, werden die Kinder zu geistigen Krüppeln."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Translates to: &lt;blockquote&gt;"At first the only reality reaching the child is the one the parents let filter through. If they don't show (the children) the reality of God, they become spiritual cripples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Reads as: "We are losing our influence over the younger generation! Quick, find someone to blame other than the church itself, WHICH OF COURSE CAN DO NO FUCKING WRONG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckhead says: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Aber weil Eltern und Lehrer die Jugend nicht mehr an die Quellen des Lebens führen, kommt es zu Ersatzhandlungen wie etwa zum Griff nach Kondomen und der Pille."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Translates to:&lt;blockquote&gt; "But because parents and teachers don't show adolescents the sources of life, they commit substitution acts like taking the pill or using condoms"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Reads as: The usual catholic indoctrination. But I like the term "Ersatzhandlung" which makes using condoms or the pill sound like a psychological problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckhead says: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Ich frage mich manchmal: Leben wir denn in einem Irrenhaus? In der EU-Verfassung etwa hat man auf den Gottesbezug verzichtet. Und wenn Gott in einer Gesellschaft nicht mehr Gott ist, dann fühlt sich jeder einzelne Mensch als Gott."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Translates to: &lt;blockquote&gt;"I ask myself sometimes: Do we live in an asylum? The EU-constitution does not have a reference to god. And if god isn't god any longer in a society, every single person feels as god."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Reads as: "Separation of church and state? What's next? Democracy? That's not what Your God wants!". I don't get the whole "everyone is god" bit, really. Sounds a tiny bit paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he cowardly squirms out of the question about the comparison of an abortion-pill with Zyklon B, the gas used to kill countless Jews in WWII, he made in a sermon in January. Fuckhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112366393469983247?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112366393469983247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112366393469983247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112366393469983247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112366393469983247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuckheads-like-this.html' title='Fuckheads like this'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112366123249815706</id><published>2005-08-10T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:07:12.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Go read, your God commands you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sinfest.net/d/20000117.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112366123249815706?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112366123249815706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112366123249815706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112366123249815706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112366123249815706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/08/go-read-your-god-commands-you.html' title='Go read, your God commands you!'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112253752572757287</id><published>2005-07-29T09:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T10:54:09.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Care Of Business</title><content type='html'>Elvis survived. Of course we all knew that. What we didn't know is, that he ended up in a resthome in Mudcreek, Texas. Incidentially JFK also lives there. They coloured him black after the (more or less failed) assassination attempt in Dallas and ultimately hid him in the rest home. When an old egyptian mummy in cowboy boots and a cowboy hat (nicknamed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bubba Ho-Tep&lt;/span&gt; by Elvis) starts haunting the resthome and sucking the souls from geriatric geezers, The King and The President have to kick some serious ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds strange? It is. It's also quite slow, Elvis and JFK move with the speed of 70 year olds and the mummy isn't much faster. What makes this great is the interaction between the two main characters, played by Bruce Campbell and Ossie Davis. Campbell absolutely nails The King, Davis plays JFK with a good dose of irony. Everytime those two are on screen together, you can see how much fun they had doing this. Elvis' monologues about fame and old age are great, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was shot on a shoe string budget of $ 1.25 million. This shows in the special effects which consist of a few scarab models and a latex mummy costume. But that doesn't really matter, the movie is more about the interaction between JFK and Elvis, the whole mummy thing is just a framing device for that. If you get the chance, watch this. Hollywood got nothing on movies like Bubba Ho-Tep, this is where the real love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://play.com/play247.asp?pa=search&amp;searchtype=allproducts&amp;amp;searchstring=Bubba+Ho-Tep&amp;page=search&amp;amp;Go.x=0&amp;amp;Go.y=0"&gt;DVD collection&lt;/a&gt; is a beautiful thing to behold, in addition to a commentary track by director Don Coscarelli and Bruce Campbell we get a commentary track done by The King, commenting the movie as he sees it the first time. Damn funny stuff. Many extra features on the second DVD, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112253752572757287?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112253752572757287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112253752572757287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112253752572757287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112253752572757287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/07/taking-care-of-business.html' title='Taking Care Of Business'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112184906446552150</id><published>2005-07-20T10:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:44:24.473+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[Movie] Madagascar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh! Look! Talking animals! Cuuuuute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;, Dreamworks' latest computer animated feature. The funniest thing of this one are the supporting characters - the paramilitary penguins, the posh, poo-throwing monkeys and the dumb-as-doorbells lemurs. The main characters are unfunny most of the time, only the hypochondriac giraffe manages to get some laughs at times. The underlying message is, of course, "friendship conquers all". Didn't see that coming from a few miles. But hey, it's a kid's movie, so it isn't supposed to be too complicated, is it? On the other hand, if it can have dead human bodies and a major plot point revolving around the killing of small cute animals, why shouldn't it have a story that takes more than two fucking minutes to figure out? Only watch if you intend to give your brain 80 minutes of rest, you won't really need it for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112184906446552150?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112184906446552150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112184906446552150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112184906446552150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112184906446552150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-madagascar.html' title='[Movie] Madagascar'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112184750254536538</id><published>2005-07-20T09:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:20:53.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[Movie] Rashômon</title><content type='html'>Akira Kurosawa is the godfather of Japanese movies. He's also been a tremendous influence for Hollywood, his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hidden Fortress&lt;/span&gt; was a major inspiration for George Lucas' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seven Samurai&lt;/span&gt; have been copied time and time again, most notably in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Magnificient Seven&lt;/span&gt;. Rashômon has not been copied as such by Hollywood, but at the time of its making (1950) the non-linear storytelling - the story is told mostly in flashback - and the ambiguity of the characters' morale was untypical at the time. Especially the "I remember that differently" storytelling device has since found its way into cinemas mainstream, or even TV (having recently watched the third season of the BBC's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coupling&lt;/span&gt;, in the episode &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember This&lt;/span&gt; two of the  protagonist experience a Rashômon effect when trying to remember the party they first met at).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashômon is set in 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century Japan, a time of crisis, war, famine and frequent death. The movie opens with a woodcutter, a priest and a derelict man meeting in streaming rain in a half ruined temple. The priest and the woodcutter are quite outraged, the man wants to know why. They tell him. The woodcutter gives an account of how he found the body of a murdered samurai in a glade. He reported the murder and shortly thereafter a known bandit is arrested. The woodcutter tells the tale of the bandit's questioning, which results in another flashback (so the story is really told in double-flashback) of the bandit's account of events. Later the wife of the samurai is found and also questioned, as is the spirit of the murdered man through a medium. The three accounts differ greatly, every one of the questioned tries to embellish his actions while trying to make the other parties look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the temple, the derelict man notes that the woodcutter's account of how he first found the body doesn't match up and confronts him. So the fourth account of events, from the woodcutter, is told. Here the events take another different road, this time embellished in the woodcutter's favour. Afterwards the derelict man finds a baby left in another part of the ruined temple by its parents. He just takes the baby's blanket and wants to leave. The woodcutter and the priest are outraged, but the man just points out that the woodcutter most likely took a precious dagger from the scene of the crime, which he conveniently left out of his account of events. The woodcutter is dumbstruck, but his conscience rears and he decides to take the baby in and raise it as his own. When he walks away with the child, the rain stops and the sun comes out from behind the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashômon is a exploration of human tendency to embellish events in their favour. The accounts of the witnesses differ greatly, every one of them designed to give the maximum of honor to the narrator. Kurosawa ends the movie on an optimistic note, when he lets the woodcutter overcome his selfishness and adopt the abandoned baby. The acting is good, only Toshiro Mifunes antics as the bandit are a bit over the top. The movie has some very good visuals, the shots in the temple with the streaming rain in the background or the scenes in the courtyard where the accounts of the witnesses are heard, while the already questioned people are lined up in the back along the wall, are exceptionally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Criterion DVD is a treat, the booklet contains an intro by a film critic, excerpts from Kurosawas autobiography and the two short stories the movie is based on. The DVD itself contains an introduction by Robert Altman, a commentary track by a film historian and some excerpts from a documentation about the film's cinematographer. There is also an English dub, but it's not very good allegedly, I've watched the film in Japanese with English subtitles. Watch this if you are interested in where many of the inspirations of modern cinematography and storytelling came from, but also if you just want to see a good movie and are not put off by subtitles or b/w.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9851513-112184750254536538?l=shallowbemyname.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/feeds/112184750254536538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9851513&amp;postID=112184750254536538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112184750254536538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9851513/posts/default/112184750254536538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shallowbemyname.blogspot.com/2005/07/movie-rashmon.html' title='[Movie] Rash&amp;ocirc;mon'/><author><name>montag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05451993171599964567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363531497973387290'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9851513.post-112120306304991812</id><published>2005-07-16T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:21:33.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>[Movie] The French Connection</title><content type='html'>And, starting off the New Hollywood reviews with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The French Connection&lt;/span&gt;, a movie by William Friedkin starring Gene Hackman and Roy Scheider. Spoilers follow, but with a 33 years old movie, this shouldn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically The French Connection is a straightforward crime movie telling the story of two cops in New York's narcotics department who stumble upon a $ 32 million heroin deal between a French syndicate and New York dealers. The story is based on a real life case, which was solved by the two most famous cops the narcotics department had back then. Eddie Egan and Sonny Grosso were the basis for Jimmy "Popeye" Doyle (Hackman) and Buddy "Cloudy" Russo (Scheider).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedkin shot the movie entirely on location, not a single set piece was used. He went for something he called a "faux documentary style" inspired by French films from the mid 60ies. Many shots were made using hand cameras or driving the cameraman around in a wheelchair instead of mounting the camera on tracks. The lighting is largely natural, so the overall feeling of the film is rather dark, gritty and realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doyle is basically the bad cop with Russo as his (more or less) good counterpart. The plot is rather straightforward, the cops stake out the bad guys and finally center them in an abandoned warehouse. What makes this one special is the execution. The scenes feel real, the famous scene where Doyle chases a train through New York was partly done without the other drivers on the road knowing about the movie being shot. Some of the cuts are a bit jumbled, without the commentary the scene where Doyle and Russo are taken off the case doesn't really make sense. The ending is rather strange, at first it looks as if Friedkin wanted to keep it ambigous if Doyle shot the Frenchman or the other way round, but the inserts afterwards clear up, that both of them survived. Friedkin mentions on the commentary track that the shot was meant to be Doyle frustratedly shooting in the air. But why keep it ambigous when the titles afterwards tell you exactly what happened to the characters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedkin's commentary here is great. It gives insight into the creation of the film and the technical processes used in filming. 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