Wednesday, 18 September 2019
Future Sound of London - "Central Industrial"
The spoken line "Welcome to Central Industrial. We are the future" has been sampled by Future Sound of London in their song "Central Industrial" on their Accelerator album also sampled by Woob in their song "Void, Part One" on the album em:t 0094, and by Jam and Spoon in their remix of Moby's "Go". Sonic Subjunkies samples various parts of the film in their songs "Central Industrial" and "Central Industrial II: The Lockdown".
Sunday, 15 September 2019
Daniel Mason - "The Winter Soldier"
Breathtaking book of a doctor in the first world war. As always, Masons' style is sublime. The landscape, the people.
The doctor ends up in working in a remote village, slowly learning and discovering the devout nurse's background. More than a bland love story, it's a fascinating view, no matter how fictitious.
'Mother isn't anything if not blunt.'
'My interest is yours,' she said, now utterly still. 'You are how old?'
'Please, Mother. You don't need me to say it. I believe you were present at my birth.'
It occured to him that he had never seen a woman completely naked who wasn't on an autopsy slab, but decided this unsaid thought was best kept to himself.
Moreover, said Zimmer, to Anna's credit, she even volunteered. Of course, mostly she read war poetry, and when she tended to teh men, it was above the waist only and not on the face, and she didn't like any wound with blood or pus.
"What kind of wound is that?" asked Lucius.
"So Mostly she reads war poetry," said Zimmer. But still she volunteered.
Again he looked at the girl, and as a man of science, he understood how it has happened - the rain, the ghost, the chemistries of memory, the magic way that crystals appeared out of solution, before dissolving once more into its haze.
He began to walk faster, skipped, and broke into a run, colliding into a young couple scurrying off beneath a newspaper glistening with rain. Another collision, this time with a man carrying his dog. The crowd seemed to converg: a policeman in black oicloth, a trio of young men in bowlers, a woman heaving a kicking child. He pushed through them, now not bothering to apologize, as little eddies of outrage exploded in his wake.
The doctor ends up in working in a remote village, slowly learning and discovering the devout nurse's background. More than a bland love story, it's a fascinating view, no matter how fictitious.
'Mother isn't anything if not blunt.'
'My interest is yours,' she said, now utterly still. 'You are how old?'
'Please, Mother. You don't need me to say it. I believe you were present at my birth.'
It occured to him that he had never seen a woman completely naked who wasn't on an autopsy slab, but decided this unsaid thought was best kept to himself.
Moreover, said Zimmer, to Anna's credit, she even volunteered. Of course, mostly she read war poetry, and when she tended to teh men, it was above the waist only and not on the face, and she didn't like any wound with blood or pus.
"What kind of wound is that?" asked Lucius.
"So Mostly she reads war poetry," said Zimmer. But still she volunteered.
Again he looked at the girl, and as a man of science, he understood how it has happened - the rain, the ghost, the chemistries of memory, the magic way that crystals appeared out of solution, before dissolving once more into its haze.
He began to walk faster, skipped, and broke into a run, colliding into a young couple scurrying off beneath a newspaper glistening with rain. Another collision, this time with a man carrying his dog. The crowd seemed to converg: a policeman in black oicloth, a trio of young men in bowlers, a woman heaving a kicking child. He pushed through them, now not bothering to apologize, as little eddies of outrage exploded in his wake.
Olivia Laing - "Crudo"
Wanted to love it but didn't really care. Based partially on a real person / real events, but told with fiction.. actually I don't even remember much about it. I did not enjoy the style nor the narrative.
Jy Yang - "The Black Tides of Heaven"
Enjoyable but bland fantasy novel set in a steampunk China where some people (Tensors) can manipulate the "slack", basic components (water, fire, ...) Set against the renegade twin son of the Protectorate, some supposdely ruthless ruler, some form of resistance starts to play out.
I could not care fore the characters. The story was okay, but it lacked depth somehow.
I could not care fore the characters. The story was okay, but it lacked depth somehow.
Charles Duhigg - "The Power of Habit"
When a habit emerges, the brain stops fully participating in decision making. It stops working so hard, or diverts focus to other tasks. So unless you deliberately fight a habit - unless you find new routines - the pattern will unfold automatically.
Habits never really disappear. They're encoded into the structures of our brain, and that's a huge advantage for us, because it would be awful if we had to relearn how to drive after every vacation. The problem is that your brain can't tell the difference between bad and good habits, and so if you have a bad one, it's always lurking there, waiting for the right cues and rewards.
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