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And now…Psychopunk

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

Seen Inception yet?  No?

Go!  NOW!

Seriously, I’ll wait.

………….

Ok, good.

I have been looking forward to Inception for some time.  Christopher Nolan did an amazing job generating buzz on a property about which we knew essentially nothing almost a year before it’s release, and I admit that when it comes to sci-fi I geek out and totally fall for that kind of thing.  As the release date neared and we got little tidbits of information fed to us, I got even more excited.  Judging from early previews, there was a distinct Matrix flavor to the film, and while this is not necessarily a bad thing, I hoped that the film would be more original and stand on its own, transcending such comparisons.  It did so, with flying colors, and gave us some of the most interesting and original sci-fi in a long time.  I could go on, but I don’t really want to talk about the film itself, but more what it may have spawned.

The night before I saw Inception, I was chatting online with some friends, and I said that I was hoping that the film could invigorate the cyberpunk genre, since it looked at the time like it had that type of feel.  I could not have been more wrong.  Inception does not breathe life back into cyberpunk, it created its own, brand-new genre, which I am calling psychopunk.  I have had people tell me “mindpunk” or “dreampunk” would sound better, but I think “psychopunk” better captures the idea.

Cyberpunk, for the uninitiated, and its cousin, steampunk, are sci-fi genres where the primary basis of technology form the foundation of the world in which the stories take place.  Cyberpunk features high-end computers-usually including artificial intelligence-cybernetic body modification, and lots of mind-machine interface.  Steampunk, by contrast, deals with steam power, cogs, gears, vacuum tubes, and a lot of brass and rivets.  Interestingly, stories in both genres tend to be about people that are outsiders.  Usually the protagonists are some sort of everyman with maybe one exceptional skill, who is thrown in to some situation far outside his experience, usually dealing with forces far beyond his reckoning.  The primary difference between the cyber and steam varieties tends to be that cyberpunk stories tend towards the dystopian, characters are often nihilistic, and the endings are at best neutral, whereas steampunk has a more optimistic world view and the protagonist is more often what would normally be considered heroic, and “happy” endings are normal.

What we get with Inception and psychopunk is something else entirely (I am going to try and avoid spoilers as much as possible, but if you are worried you might not want to read further).  The dream sharing in Inception is not really technology, it is instead technique.  This brings it closer almost to a martial arts epic than it does the cyber or steam punk genres.  The only technology related to the dream sharing is a device that fits inside a hard shell briefcase.  It has tubes that feed drugs and possibly connect each of the people sharing the dream and a button in the middle.  That’s it.  We are never told how it works, or why.  There’s this thing in a briefcase, and it helps people share dreams, that’s it.  Cyber and steam punk spend a lot of time discussing technology, Inception largely ignores it, other than a one line statement about how the military developed the technique.  Instead of the tools, it is the abilities of the characters that make dream sharing work the way you want it to.  In this way the film (and the genre I am imagining it has created) makes heavy use of the Competent Man, albeit a more specialist version, as each member of the “team” in Inception has one thing in the shared dream that they do better than the others, although every team member seems capable of picking up the slack if someone is disabled in some way.  Inception borrows from the cyberpunk genres also in that the story itself is mostly a classic heist story, as are most-and indeed the best-cyberpunk tales.  The dream sharing also takes a back seat in many ways to psychology itself (hence my preference of “psychopunk” instead of “dreampunk”).  The main characters cannot accomplish their mission within the shared dream unless they first analyze their target, and understand him/her.  They have to delve into motivations and tendencies in order to get inside someone’s head and get the result they want.  They are basically profilers, albeit somewhat crude ones.

All of this is surface glitz to set Inception apart from what has come before, but the real genius, the real difference, comes only at the very end of the movie.  The film is great all the way through, but becomes genius in the last 5 seconds.  The ending is ambiguous.  Again, trying not to spoil, but the last frame of the film completely fails to answer the major concerns of its main character at the end.  This is not a “gotcha” ending where there is some surprise and you go back through the film in your head to find the clues, it is ambiguous in the truest sense of the word, it provides no answer at all.  The reason I say this is genius is simply this:  I mentioned before that a primary difference between cyber and steam punk is that one is pessimistic (or at least nihilistic) and the other tends to be more optimistic.  Inception is neither.  Or rather, it is whichever one you want it to be.  The ending gives you, the viewer, the choice.  What happened?  You decide.  There are basically two choices, and your own psyche makes the movie end the way you want.  And that is genius, and that is what needs to characterize the psychopunk genre.

The psyche in psychopunk is not just in the story, it is in you.

LEGO Couch (Sort Of)

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

So, recently, my fiance and I decided it was time to replace our living room furnishings. As with many people these days, money is tight, so we needed an affordable solution but we didn’t want anything flimsy or ugly, so we started roaming the internet to see what we might find. What we found is Home Reserve. Check their site for the full story, but in brief, two guys with many years experience in the furniture business decided they wanted to sell their stuff direct to the public online. Problem is, it is very hard to ship a full size sofa, UPS and Fedex just don’t do that. So these two guys put their heads together and developed (they hold several patents now) a method for creating module, assemble-yourself furniture that fits in boxes that standard parcel carriers will handle.

Now, I grew up on LEGOs. LEGOs were my life. Every birthday, every Christmas, and any other time I could manage it I talked my mother into buying me more LEGOs. And with Home Reserve, for the first time I would be able to play with LEGOs (in a matter of speaking) as an adult in a way that did not require me to steal my nephew’s Christmas presents.

Ordering is easy, you pick a style, you pick a fabric (lots to choose from), you place the order. Our order took about a week to ship and arrived within two weeks altogether. The prices are good. Really good. Our loveseat arrived in 2 boxes. Pretty big ones. The UPS guy seemed unhappy with me as we live on the second floor. Assembly was incredibly simple. I have never seen assembly instructions so detailed. There was an attention to detail and making the customer’s life easy that I have never before witnessed.

Some highlights:

1. Each wooden frame part was numbered, with the number cut into the part. Identifying pieces was a breeze.
2. Each box included a little courtesy bag with a sanding pad and gloves to help avoid splinters.
3. The entire thing can be put together with a phillips head screwdriver.
4. Assembly took less than 2 hours.

If you are in the market and don’t mind a little work on your own part, I would highly recommend checking out Home Reserve.

Pics of the assembly process!

Revenge of the Fog Chiller

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Here the first few days of October, I am in New York visiting my fiance’s family, her Dad tells me he is unsatisfied with how well his smoke machine works for his front yard Halloween display. Specifically, he wanted to the smoke to act more like fog and hug the ground. The way you do this is by chilling the fog so it stays low, dense, and heavy. There a few places online where you can find directions on various ways to accomplish this, but me, my brother and brother-in-law made a fog chiller (more than one, truth be told) years ago during the Psycho Detail days.

I told him I knew a plan for a low tech chiller using flexible drier tubing and a big trash can, simple to make, easy to clean, and comfortable. Off we went to Home Depot, and a little while later I got to create my first Halloween effect since the various parts of Psycho Detail scattered across the country a few years ago.



Everything is Better with Crelm Bike

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009

You Tube!

I play World of Warcraft. Occasionally, us nerdy types, in the course of trying to fake a sense of accomplishment via fantasy by killing the big monsters, step back and just have some fun. The above was the result.

For those in the know vis-a-vis WOW, We did this in the recently introduced raid dungeon of Ulduar. This was after we had cleared the trash mobs leading up to the Flame Leviathan, but before we tackled the big guy himself. That is me on a steampunk motorcycle doing an Evil Kineival style jump over a bunch of buses, or in this case, tanks.

Special thanks to Moonwynd of the Boomstick Saints guild on Sisters of Elune WOW realm for the video capture, editing and music selection.

R.I.P. Ankhesenamun Ketesh

Monday, June 26th, 2006

On Thursday, June 15th 2006, my cat, Ankhesenamun Ketesh, passed away. I was expecting that very day to get results back from her vet on a blood-test I had run on her earlier in the week. She seemingly could not hold out any more. It turned out she had advanced kidney failure, and it is unlikely she would have responded to any treatment.

She was only 8 years old.

Anyone that has and loves their pets will understand why I write this. The rest of you…well…I pity you.

Ketesh (the obvious short form of her really long name) was found sitting in a tree by a friend of mine leaving my apartment in early January of 1998. This friend took her home, where her arrival was met with hostility by my friend's then-boyfriend. As a result, my friend gave her to me as a birthday present, along with some cat toys, litterbox, food, etc. My birthday was only 3 weeks away at the time.

The night she was given to me.

Side note on her founding: Ketesh had walked right on to my friends hand from her tree branch. Her two siblings were more skittish and ran away. I tried, but was never able to find the siblings. I have always hoped they found homes. These 3 blue lynx point siamese mixed kittens had been abandoned by a person that had recently moved away from the apartments where I dwelt at the time. This was discovered by talking to some of my neighbors. Apparently, this lowlife had a siamese female that got pregnant and had the kittens. The owner moved, taking the mother and leaving 3 kittens, not more than 2 weeks old, behind. All 3 kittens were half starved and dehydrated when my friend found them. If the person who did this unspeakable thing ever by some slim chance reads this, a very special room in hell is awaiting you.

Ketesh came to me half starved and dehydrated, but bounced back quickly. Throughout her life she was skittish and shy, although she loved people once she got used to them. She was always very small, whether by heredity or that combined with early near-starvation, she never grew larger than about a 6 month old kitten. Everyone that ever met marveled at how pretty she was. She combined the best traits of the various breeds that went into her, and she was truly a stunning creature.

Just lounging…

She was my baby, and now she is gone. I buried her in a spot she would have loved. High up on a cliff (she always loved the highest point in any room) overlooking a creek, reminiscent of a place I used to live that had a great view off the balcony. When I lived there she would sit outside for hours and just watch the water. I put her at the feet of a big old oak tree to watch over her, with a dogwood tree next to her.

Goodbye, Ketesh.

Holy Crap, I am a Geek

Saturday, October 22nd, 2005

Went over to Apple's Quicktime Movie Trailer web page this week to take a look at the new stuff. While there, I followed some successive links and found myself looking at KongisKing.net, where they have video diaries posted from the set and post-production of the new King Kong remake by Peter Jackson of Lord of the Rings fame.

Now, I am a big fan of all that "making of" and behind-the-scenes stuff, so I gobbled it up.

The weird part was, I started getting all emotional, because I felt like I was having a conversation with some friends I had lost track of over the last couple of years.

To explain, I own the Special Extended Edition of all the Lord of the Rings films, each of which comes with 6 hours (or more) of behind-the-scenes documentaries, interviews, and suchlike. After 3 years of watching these things (and boy, I did watch them, many, many times), I started to feel like I was getting to know the players, and not just the actors, but the crew, the greensmaster, lighting techs, all the people that were given a little face time to talk about their craft in those 20 or so hours of video documentaries.

Seeing Andrew Lesnie, Peter Jackson, Phillipa Boyens, and all the other people that went from working on the Rings films and into Kong, was disturbingly like getting to catch up with a group of old friends.

I have never met any of these people. I do not actually know any of them. Hell, I never even write fan mail as it always seems to me to be a waste of mine and their time. Still it felt really, really good to watch them talk about their wok again.

I am way more of a geek than I thought I was…