Author: Cubilone

INTERSTELLAR

Watched this movie with Daphne in Aello a few days ago (Wednesdays and Thursdays it’s two tickets in the price of one, check it). Generally I don’t do film reviews unless I feel like I have a very specific thing to say, so in this case I’m not going to write one, because this movie didn’t leave me with any feeling in particular apart from “meh, Nolan’s making progressively less interesting films based on more and more interesting concepts.” And to think he used to be one of my favourite directors… The final scene in particular…

Spoiler
An American flag? Really? Is that what it’s all about?

Um…

Some more spoilers, just in case
The wormhole scene was amazing. I also liked the two astronauts duking it out on Hoth 2.0 in a galaxy far far away. Those were probably my favourite scenes. The whole 5th dimension thing, however, while incredibly fascinating in theory, was in my opinion executed poorly, as was part of the story on Earth, which should have shown more of what had happened on our planet. But I’m not feeling like saying too much about it right now.

The soundtrack was pretty good. Have it play in the background and make your day a little bit more transcendent/epic/worthy of a Nolan movie.

Two reviews of the movie that mentioned some of my other unpindownable quotes of Intersteallar:

 

REVIEW: ΠΕΡΙ ΤΗΣ ΚΑΤΑΓΩΓΗΣ ΤΩΝ ΣΗΜΕΡΙΝΩΝ ΕΛΛΗΝΩΝ

Περί της καταγωγής των σημερινών ΕλλήνωνΠερί της καταγωγής των σημερινών Ελλήνων by Jakob Philipp Fallmerayer

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Ανακάλυψα αυτό το βιβλίο σκαλίζοντας την επιφάνεια των απύθμενων βαθών της βιβλιοθήκης της μάνας μου. Γενικά αποφεύγω να το κάνω γιατί είναι σαν να κοιτάζεις τον ήλιο κατάματα: δύσκολο να ψάξεις μέσα σε τόση πολλή και τόσο καλή πληροφορία και να μην χαωθείς. Εκείνη τη μέρα όμως ένιωθα τυχερός, όπως όταν πατάω την δεύτερη επιλογή στο Google, κάτι το οποίο και στις δύο περιπτώσεις δεν κάνω συχνά.

Εν πάσει περιπτώσει, η μάνα μου έμαθε για τον Φάλμεραϋερ όταν πήγε στην Γερμανία, πριν την πρώτη μετάφραση του βιβλίου στα ελληνικά το 1984, δηλαδή περισσότερα από 150 χρόνια μετά τη συγγραφή του. Ήταν όταν άρχισε να ανακαλύπτει την «εναλλακτική», λιγότερο εξευγενισμένη, πολύ πιο ενδιαφέρουσα και πολύ πιο ανθρώπινη εκδοχή της ιστορία της χώρας μας και των κατοίκων της, μια ιστορία πιο αληθοφανής σχετικά με το ποιοι ήταν, ή δεν ήταν, οι πρόγονοι μας. Περίπου όταν έφτασα στην ίδια ηλικία αρχισα να την ανακαλύπτω κι εγώ.

Χρόνια τώρα μου λέει κάθε φορά με έναν θαυμασμό στα μάτια της ίδιο με τον δικό μου τώρα πως το χωριό απ’το οποίο καταγόταν ο παππούς Αθανασόπουλος, κάπου κοντά στα Καλάβρυτα, λεγόταν τον παλιό καιρό Κόκοβα. Αυτό ήταν πριν μετονομαστεί στο πιο ελληνικό Κλειτορία. Την ίδια τύχη είχαν πολλά–περισσότερα απ’όσα φανταζόμαστε εσείς κι εγώ–τοπωνύμια στην Ελλάδα, των οποίων τα σλαβικά ονόματα δεν ηχούσαν καλά στα καθαρευουσιάνικα, αρχαιολατρικά αυτιά των Ελλήνων του προπερασμένου αιώνα. Δεν νομίζω ότι αυτοί οι κύριοι αναρωτήθηκαν ποτέ ποιος πρωτοέμεινε στην Κόκοβα, που σήμαινε «κότα» σε κάποια μεσαιωνική σλάβικη γλώσσα, ή αν οι κάτοικοι του χωριού είχαν παραμείνει ως τότε Σλάβοι.

Πώς και δεν ξέρουμε περισσότερα για την κατάλυση της ηπειρώτικης Ελλάδας απ’τους Σλάβους τον 6ο αιώνα; Πώς είναι δυνατόν να νομίζουμε σοβαρά ότι έχουμε ως επι το πλείστον αρχαιοελληνικό αίμα, ή τουλάχιστον να το νομίζουν αυτό πολλοί νεοέλληνες; Πώς είναι δυνατόν να υποτιμούμε τόσο ξεδιάντροπα την βαθιά ιστορία του τόπου μας και να την αναγάγουμε σε μερικούς κιτς αφορισμούς στην καλύτερη των περιπτώσεων; Μα θα μου πείτε, τι περίμενα; Είναι γνωστό ότι γενικότερα οι άνθρωποι δεν φημιζόμαστε για τις ικανότητες μας να μπορούμε να μάθουμε απ’το παρελθόν, ή ακόμα και να μπορούμε να το κοιτάξουμε και να το αναλογιστούμε λαμβάνοντας υπ’όψη τα δικά μας προσωπικά φίλτρα αλλά και αυτά της εποχής και της κυρίαρχης κουλτούρας. Ελάχιστους ξενίζει ότι όπου και να πας, και ανάλογα το πού είσαι, θα ακούσεις μια διαφορετική εκδοχή για το ποιος είναι ο αρχαιότερος λαός στον κόσμο. Μου θυμίζει κάτι Αυστραλούς ερευνητές που λένε πως οι αρχαιότεροι προγονοί μας δεν ξεκίνησαν από την Αφρική, όπως εικάζει η πιο δημοφιλής θεωρία σήμερα, αλλά από την… ναι, θα το πάρει το πόταμι, απ’την Αυστραλία. Από ένα σημείο και μετά δεν έχει καν σημασία ποιος έχει δίκιο, αλλά ότι τους περισσότερους τους παρακινεί η ανάγκη να είναι αυτοί ο εκλεκτός λαός και όχι άλλος.

Για να επιστρέψουμε στο βιβλίο: χωρίς αμφιβολία είναι ένα σημαντικό πόνημα το οποίο πιστεύω θα έπρεπε να συζητηθεί περισσότερο στην σύγχρονη Ελλάδα απ’ότι έχει συμβεί μέχρι τώρα, απλά και μόνο γιατί παραθέτει σπάνιες πηγές που ρίχνουν λίγο περισσότερο φως στο ποιοι πραγματικά είμαστε και το τι σήμαινε το να είσαι Έλληνας την 2ης χιλιετία. Ο Φάλμεραϋερ έχει κατακριθεί πολύ (έλα δεν το πιστεύω!) αλλά ακόμα δεν έχω δει σοβαρά αντεπιχειρήματα, μόνο φασιστομπλόγκ όπως αυτό (δείτε και το σχόλιο μου κάτω κάτω, για να μην αναφέρω την περίφημη «έρευνα του DNA»… mein Gott) να τον κράζουν και να τον καταδικάζουν με την παραδοσιακή άλλωστε ταμπέλα-πασπαρτού του «ανθέλληνα».

Ανθέλληνας: χαρακτηρισμός ο οποίο σημαίνει, όπως έχω μάθει πια από την εμπειρία χρόνων, όλους αυτούς που συνωμοτούν για να μην επιτρέψουν στην αρχαία φυλή των Πελασγίων να κατακτήσουν τον κόσμο όπως θα συνέβαινε αν δεν υπήρχαν αυτοί για να μας σταματήσουν. Μπόνους πόντοι αν οι ανθέλληνες είναι και Εβραίοι, οι οποίοι, ω τι ειρωνεία, έχουν μια παρόμοια κοσμοθεωρία με τους εξτρέμ έλληνες η οποία πηγάζει μέσα από την ίδια την θρησκεία τους, αλλά τουλάχιστον η δική τους Judaism vs The World πεμπτουσία ύπαρξης δικαιολογείται από τους διωγμούς τους που χάνονται στα βάθη των αιώνων. Ή μήπως διώκονταν γιατί πάντα θεωρούσαν τον εαυτό τους «εκλεκτό»; Παρακαλώ εισάγετε ρητό για αυγά και κότες και ποιος έκανε ποιον.

Αλλά φυσικά: οτιδήποτε σκάει την εθνική ψευτοπερηφάνια όπως τα μυτερά νύχια σκάνε ένα μπαλόνι, δεν μπορεί να εξεταστεί σοβαρά από όσους έχουν πιστέψει τυφλά στον μύθο της δικής τους εξοχότητας. Είμαι σίγουρος ότι ελάχιστοι απ’όσους έχουν γνώμη για το Περί της καταγωγής των σημερινών Ελλήνων έχουν ιδέα τι ακριβώς γράφει και ποια είναι τα επιχειρήματα που περιέχονται μέσα του. Ούτε το 1830 ήξεραν, όταν στον δρόμο έκραζαν τον Φάλμεραϋερ χωρίς να έχουν διαβάσει το βιβλίο καθώς δεν υπήρχε μετάφραση και κανείς δεν καταδεχόταν να την γράψει για 150 χρόνια, ούτε τώρα.

Η κριτική κατα του Φάλμεραϋερ την οποία δέχομαι πάντως είναι ότι ήταν καθεστωτικός μές την αντικαθεστωτικότητα του αντιφιλελληνισμού του. Με άλλα λόγια, παρ’όλο που ο φιλελληνισμός ήταν πολύ τρέντυ για την πολιτική διανόηση της εποχής, ο Φάλμεραϋερ ήταν συντηρητικός «αυτοκρατορικός» και κατα των επαναστάσεων. Ήταν υποστηρικτής του Όθωνα (η τελευταία παράγραφος του βιβλίου εξυμνεί τον πρώτο βασσιλιά της Ελλάδας μάλλον επειδή ήταν Βαυαρός, και ο Φάλμεραϋερ έκρινε ότι μόνο ένας Γερμανός θα είχε τα προσόντα για μια τόσο σοβαρή και υψηλού κύρους δουλειά) και γενικότερα περισσότερο με τον Μέτερνιχ και λιγότερο με τον Καποδίστρια, αν με πιάνετε. Αλλά τα πολιτικά του πιστεύω δεν θα έπρεπε να επηρεάζουν το πώς εμείς βλέπουμε και αξιολογούμε την εγκυρότητα της έρευνας του. Έστω ότι ήταν ανθέλληνας, λοιπόν, ό,τι κι αν αυτό σημαίνει. Τι έχουμε να πούμε για τις παραπομπές του, για την επιχειρηματολογία του; Αν μη τι άλλο, ο τύπος έκανε σοβαρή δουλειά για την εποχή του και κοιτώντας την καθαρά λογικά, την πιστεύω. Ειμαι σίγουρος ότι υπάρχουν ανακρίβειες στο έργο αλλά δεν έχει πολλή σημασία: καμία ανακρίβεια στα στοιχεία του δεν θα επαρκούσε για να ανατρέψει ολόκληρο του το επιχείρημα.

Ήδη έχω γράψει πολλά αλλά θα μπορούσα να γράψω άλλα τόσα κι άλλα τόσα γι’αυτό το θέμα. Ίσως το βλέπω πιο καθαρά γιατί, όντας μισός αυστραλός, δεν περιορίζομαι από την «καθαρότητα» του ελληνικού αίματος, την ίδια καθαρότητα βλέμματος η οποία από άλλους πολύ πιο «καθαρούς» από μένα ερμηνεύεται ως έλλειψη πατριωτισμού. Νομίζω ότι αυτό το βιβλίο, αν και δεν αξίζει 5 αστεράκια ως πόνημα, είναι πολύ σημαντικό για την Ελλάδα του σήμερα. Μέσα σε λίγες προτάσεις μπορεί να χτυπήσει απίστευτα πολλά νεύρα, και πιστεύω ακράδαντα ότι τέτοια είναι τα έργα που ακριβώς πρέπει να διαβάζονται και να συζητιούνται περισσότερο από τα υπόλοιπα που απλά συμφωνούν με όσα είναι κοινώς αποδεκτά. Κι όποιος αντέξει.

Θέλω να μάθω την ιστορία της Κόκοβας, στην τελική, όχι της Κλειτορίας.

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REVIEW: THE BOTANY OF DESIRE: A PLANT’S-EYE VIEW OF THE WORLD

The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the WorldThe Botany of Desire: A Plant’s-Eye View of the World by Michael Pollan

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Got this from Audible. Actually, no: I got it for free as a kind of gift for being a subscriber but got tired of Audible and its DRM bullshit so I downloaded and listened to a pirated version of this and subsequently unsubscribed from Audible. Ahem.

In this surprisingly old book (it was written in 2002) journalist and plant aficionado Michael Pollan takes the well-worn trope of humans using the evolution of plants for their own benefit (i.e. agriculture) and turns its on its head: what if plants have actually used the evolution of humans for their own benefit?

Just to clarify, and Mr. Pollan was well-aware of this too, anthropomorphising evolution or nature and endowing it with such properties as intelligence and design (or intelligent design) is a figure of speech: as far as we know evolution is as purposeful as the flowing of the rivers and the burning of the stars. I’ll leave that one to you.

 

Botany of Desire
Botany of Desire

So, Michael Pollan’s idea was to take four species of plants–the tulip, cannabis, the apple and the potato– and examine how not just we humans have used them for our own needs, but also how the plants themselves, in an evolutionary tango with our own species, played on our desires and took advantage of us, too. The book has four chapters, one for each human desire responsible for the propagation of each of the four species of plant: sweetness for apples, beauty for tulips, intoxication for cannabis and control for potatoes.

“Great art is born when Apollonian form and Dionysian ecstasy are held in balance.”

In the first part of the book, I enjoyed Pollan’s comparison between the Dionysian and the Apollonian; chaos and order; female and male; yin and yang; nature and culture; the apple’s story and the tulip’s story, which both hold the sperms of their opposite inside them, in true dualist nature. I found this quote particularly interesting: “Great art is born when Apollonian form and Dionysian ecstasy are held in balance”, and it becomes more and more relevant as one goes through the book, seeing in every plant’s story the art manifesting itself through the tug–which at the same time is a balancing act–between human structures imposed on nature and nature’s tendency to defy control. Then there’s structure in nature’s chaos and a part that is natural in human structures and so on.

The chapter on cannabis was a little more daring, given marijuana’s legal status (which is, however slowly, changing around the world) and Mr. Pollan shares his insights on that topic and how human societies brought a species underground, where it’s found new life, too. The Apollonian has won, even though the desire itself is Dionysian. Hm. Are all human desires Dionysian, I wonder?

The last chapter was about GMOs and Monsanto’s control on patented potato seeds, including many many other agricultural plants of course. It’s amazing and telling that this chapter, written 12 years ago, seems to sketch the current situation so eloquently. Even though I come from a family background which is 100% anti-GMO, the arguments posited here about the pros and cons of GMOs as well as the pros and cons of organic agriculture seemed very well balanced and neutral to me, and most of all well-argued; in a few words, as close to an objective view as I could hope for. It’s still pro-organic, but cleverly so: it adds an interesting twist from a philosophical, pragmatical and experiential perspective–e.g. the story of the writer’s own batch of GMO potatoes. I would even suggest reading this chapter alone for a nice eagle’s eye view of what’s wrong with GMOs, what they’re supposedly trying to solve and why they’re most probably not going to solve it, creating other unforeseeable problems along the way.

Pollan managed to blend personal experience with journalistic research quite seamlessly and enjoyably, and I feel as though I came out of this read listen more complete and with a greater sense of appreciation for agriculture. Cause you can’t have agriculture without culture. I’m not giving it five stars because… oh I can’t come up with a reason, but hey, I don’t have to give you one, it’s my gut score! It might have to do with the reader of the audiobook whose voice and intonation sometimes annoyed me. I’d give it a 4.5 though, easily.

Thanks go to Karina for first telling me about this book two years ago or so.

 

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TO THE MOON REVIEW

Got this from some gog.com sale and left it unplayed for much too long like most games bought in truckloads for cheap, which is the fashionable way of purchasing fresh electronic entertainment, at the very least for the PC.

In a way, it’s quite incredible that this piece of work managed to become as famous as it has. It was declared indie RPG of 2011 (released exactly three years ago, hm), won Gamespot’s Award for Best Story of the same year, has appeared in Humble Bundle, GoG and other services and generally… it’s been talked about a lot.

Why is it incredible? The game has the feeling it could have been a university project made by an undergraduate in game design. It’s very indie, and not in the hipster sense, as is for example Sword and Sworcery EP–it’s the b-movie kind of indie. The characters are indie. The story is indie. The gameplay is… yep, indie, in the sense that there’s very little of it, which seems to be a respectable, if not slightly self-defeating, trend within the bounds of the independent gaming scene. To be honest, this game is not an RPG in any way, even if it was made in RPG Maker XP and somehow won the award for the genre in 2011. Scratch that: To The Moon is hardly a game at all. That said, perhaps the mere fact is its greatest strength.

What I enjoyed:

• the plot reminded me of and was obviously inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, which happens to be one of my favourite movies ever: one part science fiction, two parts emotion, half a part (or so) quirk;
• it was short: in a world where story-driven games are typically much longer than your average novel but rarely pack even half the punch, To The Moon kept it short and sweet;
• the original soundtrack: probably what To The Moon became most well-known for, this game is quite a unique case in that one of the composers was its director as well (Kan Gao)–that’s some auteurship right there (music sample);
•that 16-bit style reminded me of all the similar games I never finished–looking at you, FF6 and Chrono Trigger… will I ever know if their endings were any good?
• “Every star is a lighthouse…” That was a beautiful image.

 

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What I didn’t enjoy:

• the humour! Too millennially, too redditty.  Don’t get me wrong, I can enjoy my lolcats, sure, but you can actually be funny without resorting to memes and gaming pop culture all the time;
• gimmicky gameplay, or what little there is of it: maybe it would have been better as a visual novel;
• the plot was basically animé melodrama; okay, it’s an interesting foray for the medium, but really… I mean [SPOILERS], only in anime do you have these life-long relationships that begin in early childhood;
•the characters: they didn’t do it for me; it was more about the situations;
•ending: see above. I can’t think of a single anime movie or series that a had a satisfying ending. Yes, it was sad and apparently it made a lot of grown men cry, but… but!

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What I will remember:

• how it made me feel about my own childhood and lack of… well…
• the portrayal of memory links: it was annoying to play through but it was an interesting idea;


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Age timeline: an interesting pseudo-mechanic

I would recommend it to everyone who:

• is interested in what else games can be today, what the next frontier for the medium could be. In other words, a game doesn’t need to be a game. Hell, we don’t even have the necessary vocabulary for all this yet!
• thinks that one has to be a genius at programming and/or art to make his or her own game; no, people: all it takes is an idea or a message one feels the need to express, a basic tool and dedication; then it might go on to become a success out of nowhere, who knows? Again, this could have been a university project!

 

BALKAN FLEXPRESS

I would’ve called this post simply “Balkan Express” but then there’s another Balkan Express post on this blog already! Maybe you can play the track on repeat while reading this post.

In the beginning of October, Daphne and I got a Balkan Flexipass for travelling around the Balkans as a small end-of-EVS celebration and in order to take advantage of Sofia’s good position for travelling in the Haemus peninsula before leaving, or at least for the time being; it’s “for the time being” cause I’m certain I’m going there again soon, and not just to visit the friends I made there who now chose to stay. There’s something about this country… but that’s for another post coming soon.

Anyway, the Balkan Flexipass is a fantastic way of travelling in the Balkan countries: it’s something like InterRail but it’s only valid for… you guessed it, the Balkan countries, including Greece and Turkey, but not including Croatia for some reason. You can choose five, seven, ten or fifteen days of unlimited train travel within 30 days, which is how long the ticket is valid for. The cheapest 5-day ticket, the one we’d been abusing with Daphne to travel between Bulgaria and Greece last summer, comes for 56€ for youth <26–at which age apparently young people stop being young and no longer deserve discounts.

To reiterate: you can travel from Greece to Bulgaria and back with the five-day ticket twice (if you do it in the same month) and still have a day to spare–all for the price of what you’d normally pay for the bus just one-way. It’s an amazing deal and it’s not well-known, so I would strongly, strongly recommend you check it out. Even if you’re over 26, the price would still be about half of what you’d have to pay for taking the bus.

Note: the above links are for 1st class tickets, unlike the cheap tickets we got which were 2nd class. You can get the cheaper tickets at your country’s rail service’s international offices, e.g. OSE’s office at Sina 6 for Athenians. You can also have a look at this .pdf issued by BDZ (БДЖ, Bulgaria’s rail service) that has the complete price list which is the roughly the same across all countries. Note that the price list is in leva (2lv≃1€). Some useful translations: младеж = youth, възрастен = adult, Сеньор = senior, 2 класа = 2nd class

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We set out on October 9th and returned back to Sofia on the 18th. We visited Varna, Bucharest, Timisoara and Belgrade along the way, spending two nights in each city apart from Timisoara, where we only stayed a single night, and another two nights on night trains; out of those seven nights spent in cities, we couchsurfed on four of them (props go to Nikolae and Georgii for their hospitality, thanks guys!) including the night we were hosted by Mela, a Romanian girl we got to meet in November last year in the youth exchange Reduce, Reuse, Recycle in Ommen, Netherlands. It feels so good getting to see people from youth exchanges again… It’s the only way to show that it really isn’t “goodbye”, but rather “see you soon”, the way we reassuringly like to tell ourselves. Still so many people around Europe I’d like to see again as soon as possible…

A small personal observation: nobody’s good at saying goodbyes, but everyone’s comfortable admitting to the fact. Maybe it’s a dying skill, lost in everyone but few in today’s liquid life, like cursive hand-writing or film photography.

I’d like to write a lengthy post about all the things we did and all of our experiences, not least as an opportunity for me to write them down and in this way reinforce my memories of them, but I suppose it would be counter-productive and nobody would read a long essay on my travels. Instead, here’s a small list with highlights:

Varna

  • The beautiful and super-long early-20th century-style beach park on the Black Sea coast (with a dolphinarium that made me sad by its mere existence). The lighthouse and the looong breakwater reminded reminded me of Mytilini; the high-rise residential buildings and the industrial port on the other side didn’t, though.
  • The giant falafel place (the falafels were giant, not the place) in the central square: 400g of goodness for 4lv.
  • YohoHostel–super decoration and cozy beds.
  • Jasmine Tea House, where we had some of the best vegetarian/vegan food ever. There’s a surprisingly large number of such locales in Bulgaria.
  • Our host Georgii, his zoo of a house (I mean that in as good a way as possible) and our discussions on the near future of humankind.
  • Want to force people to buy bus tickets? Just have ticket ladies on every bus!

Bucharest

Timisoara

Just spending the day with friendly and familiar faces was deeply enjoyable. That pizza though…

Belgrade

  • Amazing people! Everybody knew English, was happy to help and… gasp… they smiled at you!
  • Sun Hostel. Recommended! We have a 25% discount for the next time we stay them and for anybody we might be bringing along with us. What are you waiting for then?!
  • Such history, much fortress! wow!
  • The city felt a little bit like Athens, only prettier. Let’s face it: if Athens didn’t have Plaka and the area surrounding the Acropolis, it would be a bleak city indeed.
  • Be careful: everyday costs, eating and going out etc can feel deceptively cheap with all the prices in dinars and 120 dinars roughly equaling 1 euro. Beware, however: it’s no cheaper than Sofia. In some cases it’s even slightly more expensive.
  • Intergalactic Diner! We had dinner (veggie burgers and milkshakes) and breakfast there. Daphne absolutely fell in love with it.
  • Nikola Tesla Museum. Need I say more?
  • Putin visited Belgrade one of the days we were there and there was a big military parade with lots of fighter planes performing acrobatics etc. Everybody was so excited and watching it on TV. Putin’s very popular in Serbia.
  • Belgrade was hands-down my favourite stop in our little Balkan tour and I’m already planning to return for millions of tiny heart-warming reasons.

Finally

  • Each of us spent around 200€ for this trip–in my case less cause Sofia City Library paid for my Balkan Flexipass: the final destination of my ticket back was my home city, just like the EVS protocol says, so who cares how many stops there were in between? MANY thanks go to our hosts who fed us, gave us shelter, treated us well and helped us keep our budget low. They will probably never see this post…
  • If it wasn’t for Daphne, you wouldn’t be seeing most of the videos and the following beautiful photos from this trip. She bothers with pictorial documentation when I… *gasp again*… don’t feel like doing it so much anymore. But then, later, after the trip is over and our boots made for walking are lying on the familiar floor, I’m happy that the pictures are there. And I’m even moreso because they’re pretty to boot. So… Go Daphne!
  • Seriously, everything you know about the Balkans is wrong–even if you live here.
  • We did a qbdp episode about this (in Greek) but who knows when it’ll be out? When it’s ready (and it’s ready when it’s ready!) I’ll post a link over here.

 

 

REVIEW: THE SELF ILLUSION: WHY THERE IS NO ‘YOU’ INSIDE YOUR HEAD

The Self Illusion: Why There is No 'You' Inside Your HeadThe Self Illusion: Why There is No ‘You’ Inside Your Head by Bruce M. Hood

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Found out about this book from the You Are Not So Smart podcast and read it on my Kindle.

It reeked of a mechanistic, sterile, matter-of-fact “you are your brain” worldview which I must admit I’m tired of and find boring, but I should have expected as much since You Are Not So Smart comes from pretty much the same mental place.

I don’t find fault with the idea that we don’t have an integral self; obviously, just like Bruce Hood thoroughly and with rich supporting bibliography demonstrates in this book, we’re largely shaped and influenced by our surroundings, our society and our biological limitations, first and foremost those of our brain. But that doesn’t mean that the notion of self is an illusion; rather, it means that the self is not a constant and that it is mutable. In fact, in which case would the self not be an illusion? When would we be in a position to say that the self is a real, concrete, quantifiable thing?

It seems to me that Mr. Hood’s proposition could have just as easily been called “The Soul Illusion”, for his assumption of what a self looks like–or should feel like–closely corresponds to our, for better or worse, highly intuitive notion of what a soul is: an immaterial cohesive agent between all of our experiences, thoughts and actions that creates a feeling of identity. In other words, the definition of the “me” in “I am me”. But is that what the self is, what it should be or all it can be? Is it possible to define what our selves are differently? In “I am me”, who would be the “I”? Who is the consciousness, like Eckhart Tolle would comment with his ultra-calm voice? Who is it–what is it–that reads this book and goes “huh, so I’m an illusion”? You might argue that the sense of self and consciousness are two separate things in order to question my qualms with the central point of the book; “precisely!”, I’d exclaim then, happy that you could intuitively grasp my point.

All that said, I’m giving The Self Illusion three stars instead of two because I must admit that it is well-researched, well-written and has plenty of interesting case studies of various psychological and psychiatrical disorders, “nature vs nurture”, sociological phenomena etc that do a good job of proving that the concept of self, or at least what Mr. Hood understands it to be, is an illusion insofar as it’s highly unpredictable and dependent on environmental and social factors. I particularly enjoyed reading about babies and how their brains develop and about conditions such as Tourette’s and how miming, laughing and facial expressions work in socialising and the development thereof. All this is interesting and rich from a clinical perspective, so it’s worth reading if you’re out to come closer to understanding how the human brain works–a task I personally believe to be impossible anyway. But if you’re not convinced that the brain is responsible for every little thing a person does, thinks, or thinks of doing, in view of the evidence that, contrary to what Mr. Hood quite often and emphatically repeats in the book, does exist, this book will provide little insight.

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REVIEW: THE FIVE PEOPLE YOU MEET IN HEAVEN

The Five People You Meet in HeavenThe Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Maria, my former Danish flatmate and co-volunteer at Sofia City Library, recommended this book to me. She was disappointed that a lot of people on Goodreads were knocking it as too melodramatic or for “forty-year-old housewives” (or something like that) but she thought I might enjoy it.

I never knew I was an unemployed forty years old, let alone a woman. Wait; I am unemployed…

It was short, well-written–especially the parts describing Eddie’s early years at the amusement park, or his time at the war–and made me feel as if I was right there as part of the action. I have a soft spot for books that manage to get this right: not having too many details when describing a scene or situation, instead carefully disclosing the right ones that will most effortlessly evoke your imagination. Scents, colours, bodily sensations, random observations or the protagonist’s train of thought (that one doesn’t even have to be relevant to the plot) and metaphors work particularly well.

I didn’t take away from it any kind of profound message. It doesn’t seem to have changed my life in any significant way as it seems to have done for some people who include this title in their relevant lists of life-changing books. Nevertheless, it did make me go through the obligatory and entirely foreseeable process of pondering who my five people I’d meet in heaven would be and conversely who it would be that I would hang around for a while waiting to meet. The idea that I might not have met some of them yet, or even never will, seems comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. I wonder: is it necessary for us to die in order to have a good hard look at our time on the physical plane and what it taught us?

I’ll stop here. This is going too deep too fast and I’m not prepared to responsibly go on–supposedly–unknowable philosophical musings.

On a final note, reading this made me feel very calm. Maybe it’s because I went through it almost exclusively while travelling on trains.

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REVIEW: NOT THE FUTURE WE ORDERED: PEAK OIL, PSYCHOLOGY, AND THE MYTH OF ETERNAL PROGRESS

Not the Future We Ordered: Peak Oil, Psychology, and the Myth of Eternal ProgressNot the Future We Ordered: Peak Oil, Psychology, and the Myth of Eternal Progress by John Michael Greer
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Quick read, rich in information, read on Kindle. John Michael Greer is my recent obsession I discovered through Ran Prieur and the links he posts on his blog.

Having been a regular reader of JMG’s blog The Archdruid Report for a few months now, the content and topic of Not the Future We Ordered didn’t come as a surprise. In short, it’s about how progress is our contemporary “civic religion” and myth; what the psychological impact of living through peak oil and its aftermath will look like in the wider population (surprising and fascinating to read) and what people should be doing to build some foundation for the future and for young people to improve their chances of survival in the future, the current situation being what it is. Made my current desire to go find some land somewhere, cultivate it and develop my hardly existent practical skills even stronger.

Overall, if the topic interests you–it absolutely should–but you’re kind of put off by the fact that JMG is, well, an archdruid, take my advice and allow yourself to be surprised by how eloquent, backed up, bulletproof and to the point his argumentation is. I’m giving this book just three stars out of five because a lot of the information I felt I had already come across in the blog (albeit in the book it was more structured) and because it was short! What can I say? I love me some JMG.

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REVIEW: A NEW EARTH

A New Earth: Awakening To Your Life's PurposeA New Earth: Awakening To Your Life’s Purpose by Eckhart Tolle

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I’d been noticing this sitting on varying desks in the American Corner of Sofia City Library for a while now and finally decided to give it a try. I must say that it wasn’t as good as The Power of Now, which I loved and want to return to. It could be because this one I read, while The Power of Now I listened to Eckhart Tolle himself reading, which was an experience in its own right. A New Earth was sort of repetitive and nothing really new was introduced, as if Tolle was contractually obliged to write something but couldn’t come up with anything new. But as I’m writing these words I wonder: what new could there be? I suppose the lesson is and will always be the same – though you can play around with the presentation: awareness is all there is, be wary of the ego in yourself and others, meditate. Maybe my criticism is invalid, then, which wouldn’t however change the fact that I didn’t find it as appealing as The Power of Now. But for you, if you read or listened to this one first, it could – for all I know – work the other way around.

These are two of my favourite bits:

“The greatest achievement of humanity is not its works of art, science or technology, but the recognition of its own dysfunction, its own madness.”

“Many people who are going through the early stages of the awakening process are no longer certain what their outer purpose is. What drives the world no longer drives them. Seeing the madness of our civilization so clearly, they may feel somewhat alienated from the culture around them. Some feel that they inhabit a no-man’s land between two world’s. They are no longer run by the ego, yet the arising awareness has not yet become fully integrated into their lives. Inner and outer purposes have not merged.”

I thought the cover was beautiful too. Here’s something similar I stumbled upon on Tumblr yesterday. Click on the pic for the post.


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REVIEW: TOUGH SHIT

Tough Shit: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob Who Did GoodTough Shit: Life Advice from a Fat, Lazy Slob Who Did Good by Kevin Smith

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I first came into contact with Kevin Smith’s work many years ago when I watched Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back with my old friend George. It took me many more years still to listen to the same friend’s advice and actually watch Clerks, the film that launched the guy into the biz head-first. I did so a few months ago and greatly enjoyed its quirky and hilarious direction and script but also somehow profound message. After that, getting to this book wasn’t a step so far removed, especially since I had marked this as to-read after reading Anelis’ review. This time following her advice, I found it on audiobook form and listened to Kevin Smith narrating his little biography of sorts for almost six hours.


I enjoyed Tough Shit and Kevin Smith’s writing style, just like I enjoyed his first film. I appreciate it when people are this honest about their life and work. There’s something to be said about leaving pretensions this far behind. Sometimes, only sometimes, I thought his style was a little too much like something I would enjoy more if I was still in high school, but this is precisely this man’s appeal. I did laugh out loud at his retelling of the first time he had sex with his wife and the pains of dry-humping, the plane incident, or his experience of what a complete cock Bruce Willis is and what it means to work with such divas of the film industry. Talking about the film industry, I thought it was also a great candid look into the innards of what’s often portrayed as a great monolith of a business. So who am I kidding? I gobbled this shit up, man. I’m not better than that. Thank the gods.

Kevin Smith is equal parts funny, vulgar, down-to-earth, a source of inspiration and a valuable voice reminding you what’s important in life and living out your own role in it, not an imaginary one or somebody else’s. I think it’s time I watched more of his movies or looked into Smodcast.

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