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Word 179: Hirsute

The leather-clad figure behind the wheels of steel was DJ Double R, aka Rick Rubin, the hirsute co-founder of Def Jam, who later gave the world Slayer.

hirsute (adj) : having or covered with hair [syn: hairy] – source: Seven Years of Plenty, p. 155

Discoveries made by an ignorant person

Today I had a revelation, a manifestation, an apparition. (Yes, atheists get them too.) I was nosing around the library, looking for intresting books in the movies section. Thus far I’d only browsed through the sort of skimpy section 77 but today I happened to take a peek two meters to the right.

My god! There’s a proper class for all things celluloid! Why didn’t anyone tell me about before? What sort of conspiracy is this? The orgastic joy of finding new books rapidly reached its apex as I realized I’d once again hoarded way too many books to actually a) fit into my bag or b) have time to read.

This finally brings me into my true subject today. Now in case you want to read a general, introductoryish book on modern Finnish cinema, you can choose (at least) between Levottomat sukupolvet and Lyhyttä ja pitkää. Here’s a friendly word of advice: don’t touch the second one. It’s a collection of mini-bios, written by various authors, so there’s no coherence, no style and almost no substance, either. The first one, on the other hand, is an enjoyable romp that’s been organized thematically rather than chronologically. It’s written by the editor-in-chief of Finland’s national filmography, which is the kind of merit that qualifies one for writing these sort of books. I recommend the book highly, but others have had differing views.

In completely unrelated news, here’s my contribution to the old tech beats new tech discussion: I used our old-school timeshifter to record a telly program on Asterix. The show was broadcast on FST, was made by Germans and the interviewees all spoke French. Unfortunately there was no subtitling because of the binary wonders of DVB-C and Yle, so the program was a no-go.

On blogging

The newest issue of The Observer has a piece on blogging. In it Simon Garfield notes how Belle de Jour’s popularity has already created a backlash, on how all-encompassing blogs can get and what a generally wonderful phenomenon blogging is.

The gist of the article is perhaps best summed up in this excerpt:

Those already bored with the phenomenon – particularly the techies who started blogging years ago as a way of sharing boring stuff about computer code – claim that the golden days of blogging are over, that what passes for blogging nowadays is the most banal wash-up of aimless lives, millions of pages slowing the internet and clogging Google. What they really don’t like is that publishing on the internet is not just for geeks any more.

Sound familiar, hmm?

My perfect Sunday

Say what you want, but having a poo, drinking coffee and reading a good magazine simultaneously is just about the best way to pass one’s Sundays.

Brown envelopes

The doorbell rang. I quickly put on some clothes and went to open the door. It was the postman. She handed over a pile of padded brown envelopes from Play.com. I thanked her.

Then she paused for a moment before asking with a smile on her face what on Earth it was that I was always ordering.

Obviously it’s taken her some time to build up the courage to ask.