Saturday, November 7, 2009

The Bucharest Subway


"Because someone tried to force open the car's door after the "Attention, the doors are closing" announcement, the subway driver opened his microphone and told the passengers:
"Esteemed Travelers. why can't you leave the doors alone? Are you all idiots? What's wrong with you?"

Source: Realitatea TV

Friday, October 30, 2009

The Football Manager 2010


Before we start this, let's get one FACT straight about football manager games. Just so we know what we're talking about here.

The FACT is: I like them.

But. I did not want to buy The Football Manager 2010 PC/Mac Dvd released on the 29th of October 2009. As I explained to Oana, it probably landed by mistake in my shopping cart when I was browsing for books at Amazon.co.uk.

That was the second in a series of coincidences involving this particular game. The first happened a couple of weeks ago, when a demo of the game attracted my attention. What were the odds?

So I installed it. The level of control over the game tactic is impressive. You can try practically any sort of tactic you can think of. The player stats, very accurate, creatively diverse. And then I watched a game in Live Mode.

I didn't see it coming.

It's ... it's very hard to find a proper metaphor to describe this. I'm going to have to explain.
Ever since I started playing football managers, the live games simulations kept getting better. Last year I had one where, if you looked really closely, you could see that the players had the faces creepily made to resemble their real life counterparts, and their moves were the result of 'motion capture.'

But the Creators of The Football Manager 2010 PC/Mac Dvd took a different approach, more rooted in the modern culture.

In their simulation of the live game, you can not see the players' faces.

They have no faces.

Some have hair. The clothing looks ragged on them. And when the whistle blows and they move, then you realize ...

They are not human. Not anymore. They are zombies.

And just so you catch a glimpse into the brilliance of the Creators, there is surely Brain inside the ball. Because the 'players' have a way of moving towards it, it's not really running, more like swarming in on it. The AI, of course, constricts them to respect the rules of the game so they're not allowed to take the ball in their hands and bite it, and you can see the pain this causes them in the convulsive way their limbs jerk from time to time during the game.

Oh yes, they can't really run, the poor creatures. I had to up the game speed a notch. Even when the ball is close and they can sniff what's inside it, they have the velocity of an undecided turtle. And when the ball goes away, they stumble around their positions in the sad, crab-like movement made so popular by the zombie movies.

Obviously, I'm addicted to it. This is a game worth having, besides, I have a child and I have to think about providing the proper cultural environment for her to grow in. You need zombies playing football for a proper cultural environment.

But I have only played the demo. My only fear, and I have to admit that it's a great fear, is that they'll ruin it in the final version of the game.

I'll just have to wait and see.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

The dusk days




This is October, we're surrounded by autumn here.

I am conflicted between the occidental philosophy of maintaining a healthy life by going out, and my family tradition (okay, I started it) of maintaining a healthy body by keeping it under warm blankets and feeding it with boiled wine.

I received my first packages with books from Amazon.co.uk.

At the Post Office, which was dark, with a very tall ceiling but an interior space so crowded that it looked like the inside of a tower, I had to wait in two different lines to retrieve my packages. I asked the lady at the second desk why did I have to do that. The lady (she wore that sort of big and square horn-rimmed glasses that you can only find in comic books or old movies nowadays) said, "So you got two packages in the same day, same size, same weight?"

"Yes." I showed her my first package.

"And you had to pick that one up from Desk 1, then they sent you here for the second?"

"Yes."

The lady looked at me very thoughtfully then she said, "It will keep happening."

I got out of the Post Office with the clear feeling that I had received a true and profound Prophecy.

At home, I discovered that Amazon had sent me (and charged me) two copies of Jonathan Carroll's The Ghost in Love. Ah well. And it was the only Hardcover in the whole order. AH WELL.

Little O told me that it's not that bad, since now I can read the book for the first time, twice.

I thought about donating it to the City Library, because it has an English section. But every time I went there, the English section looked deserted, so I don't think it would be the best place for The Ghost in Love. So I decided to donate it to the guys at atelierkult.com, to use as a prize in one of their writing contests. It's the only Romanian online workshop for speculative fiction, and the only place that actually pays writers for short fiction.

It's a very nice book. This is how it begins:

"The ghost was in love with a woman named German Landis. Just hearing that arresting, peculiar name would have made the ghost's heart flutter if it had had one. She was coming over in less than an hour, so it was hurrying now to make everything ready. The ghost was a very good cook, sometimes a great one. If it'd spent more time at it or had more interest in the subject, it would have been exceptional."

I'm reading it, together with The Best Of Gene Wolfe. What an amazing storyteller is Wolfe. I read The Toy Theater three times in the last couple of days. I think I'm going to read it again. Now.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Romania In Translation #13

OTV Headline for tonight:

"God's Send on Earth has arrived. He says he is Jesus."

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Romania In Translation #12

OTV headline for tonight:

"The strange story of Nicu Dragan, who disappeared without a trace after a sexual orgy."

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Romania In Translation #11

OTV Headline for last night:

"A Colonel from the Secret Services repeatedly rapes this woman."



(photo source: www.pisipoanca.com)

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Alternate Reality

Tonight, after the house went quiet, my wife and I talked about the SFWA and the differences between professional markets and semi-pro markets, and I realized that although I knew a great deal about that association, I knew nothing about the Romanian Writers Association. I write in English, of course, and strive to get paid by markets that publish only stuff written in English, but I do live in Romania and suddenly it felt odd not to know anything about what happened here.

A google later I had their website. Not a lot of useful info on it. I found an interesting article in the Event Section (not 'events,' just 'event') about a contest for magazine projects. Pretty interested in the subject, I read further. They wanted to fund a new magazine for young writers. Offered to pay for all expenses!

And at the very end it said that the date limit for turning your project at their offices was somewhere in Fall 2006.

A previous article was about an event that had happened tuesday at noon.

Next there's an article about something from 2008.

Back to Google, and I find The Association of Writers Bucharest, and they have a blog! They must be up to date.

They are. Sort of. I mean, the date above the last article was 05 October 2009. The content, though, took me back twenty years (which is, you know, when around here we were busy with Communism). Here's a translated fragment:

"The initiative of the Romanian Dramaturgists has been sent towards the the Chambers of the Romanian Parliament. [...]
The Departments of Prose, Poetry, Literature for Children and Youth of The Association of Writers Bucharest, and mr. Gabriel Dimisianu, in personal name, not having time to confer with his Department, all declared solidarity with the initiative.
Of course, the list of adherents remains open."

Whoa. Our writers are organized in departments. I hope mr. Gabriel doesn't get in trouble. I don't think the Department agrees with stuff done in personal name. It disturbs the mechanism.

Monday, October 5, 2009

I'm not making you read this

I read this morning (my morning, which can begin basically at any point of day or night, not the normal morning) an article in Dave Steffen's e-zine, Diabolical Plots, which begins thus:

"The most compelling stories draw the reader in, leaving the body in a trance, as you immerse completely into a character’s mind."

Thinking about it I realized how much I dislike the idea served to aspiring writers that their stories should be compelling. It's one of the phrases that, as Gary Cuba noted somewhere, tend to be repeated in workshops over and over ... I'm pretty sure David heard it, or read it, in a workshop too. I read it in numerous critiques to workshopped stories, "it doesn't compel me to read further ..."

I think I answered with that too a couple of times.

And we are told, there are ways to make sure that your story is compelling! Plot outlines and techniques, which really don't have anything to do with improving the literary quality of your work, or the story. They have to do with finding the comfort zone of your audience and staying there. Oh, that is very useful. There are actors that do that too - they are called 'easy actors.' I suppose that there are examples in any artistic craft of people doing it. Because, truth to tell, it does pay well. For an actor, I mean, which I actually did professionally, and it appears that it pays for writers too, because the magazines are full of 'compelling' stories.

The annoying thing is that most of them have nothing to say. I read too many stories where the prose is beautiful, the writing is top-quality, the 'compelling technique' is present, but the stories don't have a point. The author doesn't actually have anything interesting to say. These stories leave me mind whistling the moment I read the word 'end.' And all I get is the 'morning after' feeling of having another part of my life wasted. (But thanks to the Torque Control's Short Story Club, at least I know that I'm not the only one feeling this way.)

I have a question, to anyone who happens to read this article (hello, coffee, tea, a mind-enslaving story?), do you only read a story if you find it compelling? You don't buy books if they don't hold the promise of addiction medicine on the back cover?

Because I really don't want to compel anyone. LIKE. I just want them to like the stories. That's a more honest approach to this relation, writer - reader, because you know, there's no weird enslaving stuff going on around it. I tell a story, you like it, read it. No addiction here. No side effects if you can't finish. Stories shouldn't produce withdrawal symptoms. If you don't find interesting what I have to say, I won't trick you into listening.

I remember when I did it. I was in a play and I had the audience applaud after every one of my scenes. Man, that felt pretty cool. And I could do it each and every performance. I had a trick, I had my 'compelling technique' and I felt pretty darn smart about it. Here's what I did: I paid attention to the audience. Discreetly, of course. Stage actors feel their audience and you can always sneak a look too. And I always tried to see if they're bored, or edgy, or smiling, or ready to laugh, and I pretty much delivered what I thought they needed. Most of the times I was guessing correctly, and that was enough. There wasn't much of a part anymore, what I did, since you're not building a character if you're acting on the audience demands instead of the work of the playwright and the director. But you can still fool a lot of people. We had a live band on that play, three guys who sang hanging somewhere over the stage. Every time they told me that I had them laughing so badly that they couldn't play properly. But they should have known that it was wrong.

It was pure cheating.

And I'm really sorry that I didn't actually play the part. I think I would have been good.

So, yeah, I wouldn't like to try something like that with my writing. I mean, not that I could pull it out, but I simply don't want to learn it.

Oh, and all this has nothing to do with Dave's article, which is about POV's.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Call me Fluffy



If you dare.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Romania In Translation #10

OTV Headline for tonight (the best in a long while) :

"Priestesses in The Secret Orthodox Church. Dead people declared saints. The KGB Church on the offensive.

Next, the great singer Pompilia Stoian."