Life Unconstructed


I’ve been getting increasingly weird signal loss in my house on my wifi network.  I downloaded the freeware inSSIDer to scan the freqs around my house and found about eight different wifi transmitters (including mine) all broadcasting on Channel 6.  To try and clear the signal, I dropped the router to another lower channel — suddenly, clear, stable signal.

Might not work for you, but it did for me.  Most wifi routers are running at 2.5GHz, and there’s a few channels to choose from — 1-6, and 11 are most common; most are set to Channel 6 as their default.  The 5GHz wifi routers have a whole wheelbarrow more signals, but the theory should hold there, too.

(That title should be in that weird non-accent that the Bond and Austin Powers secret base mooks use when doing a countdown.)

I am wheels down in Edinburgh, Scotland on the 3rd of August.  I will be in the Glasgow area from about the 7-10th, and will be running about the countryside until the 16th, when I’m back to the States.

No real point to the post — just gloating, I suppose.

Harry Brown is an excellent movie to add to the old Michael Caine crime thrillers of the 1960s and ’70s, and it does an excellent job of showcasing it’s leading man’s acting chops. Set in South London (specifically, it was shot in Elephant and Castle — the neighborhood Caine grew up in), the film follows a few weeks in the life of an elderly pensioner, Brown, as he loses his best/only friend to gang violence in their council estate (for Americans, think “projects”). Brown, having lost his wife and his friend, is attacked after tying one on to mourn his friend.

Thus starts Brown’s vigilante quest to clean up his housing estate. The movie is very dark, claustrophobic, and the sets are dirty — and not artfully dirty, as they would be in a Hollywood film, but truly dingy. The villains are bored, violent, hopeless kids and the movie does show their feelings of abandonment, their victimization, and their lack of direction and hope…but it does not excuse their actions. These are bad, bad “kids”. Monsters. The depiction of the senseless violence they commit is caught on their cell phones, and shows a lack of regard for anything at all. There is a scene where Brown goes to buy a gun that is intense, frightening, and shows the hollowed out, evil collection of trash he’s dealing with.

In fact, the police detective (Emily Mortimer) is the representative face of the “kinder, gentler” nanny state: she is appalled and emotional in the face of violence, and utterly useless to the victims, or even to defend herself at one point; her methods, the methods of the Metropolitan Police are completely ineffectual. Their interrogations of the kids following their murder of Len, Brown’s friend, are flaccid, almost comical in their uselessness; both the criminals and the cops know that they are powerless to do anything to them. Brown’s use of his long-atrophied Royal Marine training, and his Sig-Sauer P226 are more use to the neighborhood.

The movie is very dark, quite violent — both physically and emotionally, and I heard one of the other theater-goers refer to it as “ugly”. It is, however, an excellent movie, with tremendous performances from the whole cast.

Oh, hell yeah!

Fabio Pastori gives us a little coolness for the Hollow Earth Expedition crowd. Hits the comic stands on August 15.

THX-1138 meets Slient Running…but coller, I suspect.  It’s an African made sci-fi film.

Dr. Ferenc Szasz, fixture here at the University of New Mexico, a mentor and friend, and member of my dissertation committee passed away this weekend of leukemia.  He was a gentleman — kind, generous, and patient — and he will be missed.

He is survived by his wife, Margaret Connell-Szasz and his daughter — both teaching at UNM, as well.  I wish them the best.

I’ve been cracking the books quite a bit these days for the dissertation, but managed to squeeze in a bit of pleasure reading this week. Specifically, Desolation Road, a science fiction novel by Ian McDonald (his “Indian” sci-fi, River of Gods and Cyberabad Days are excellent!) set in an undisclosed time on a terraformed Mars.

Told in a series of vignettes or episodes, the novel follows the founding by a desert wanderer at an oasis in the middle of nowhere, along the railroad tracks, and the subsequent development of the town by vagabonds and on-the-run criminals, downed pilots, and homesteaders. The novel has a peculiar voice and a mystic quality to it that reminds me of William Faulkner or John Steinbeck in how the events of one story impact the others, but are still separate from them.

The language is beautiful, one of McDonald’s strongest qualities in his novels, and has a mythic, timeless feel to the prose. The episodic nature makes it an easy read in short doses, at the beach or on the kludge. I highly recommend it.

Two artists in Sao Paolo have been turning storm drains into art…

The Statement of Randolph Carter:

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