Eating Muffins in an Agitated Manner

Mitä Martti teki kesällä, osa 1

Posted by Sari

Meillä on ollut kovin tapahtumarikas kesä Martin kanssa, ollaan reissattu oikein kunnolla, esiinnytty näyttelyissä vaihtelevalla menestyksellä ja kokeiltu kaikenlaista uutta.

Kesäkuussa otimme koko MyHeels porukan voimin osaa heelerileiriin Punkalaitumella. Ohjelmassa oli jos  jonkinlaista aktiviteettia: vieheen perässä juoksua, heelerisuunnistusta, luentoja ja suuri heeleriseikkailu jossa koirakot saivat jos jonkinmoisia tehtäviä pujottelusta nakinsyöntiin. Meillä oli todella mukavaa. Paitsi että ”meidän” porukoita on aina hauska nähdä – erityiskiitos kämppiksille Outille ja Piiskulle -  niin oli kiva tutustua muihinkin heeleri-ihmisiin ja näkökulmiin. Lisäksi oli ihan omalta kannalta taas opettavaista tarkkailla kuinka koirat suhtautuivat toisiinsa ja miten tunnistaa ja purkaa tapaamisten jännitteitä. Sunnuntaina oli lisäksi epävirallinen leirinäyttely jossa ekaa kertaa esitin Martin ihan itse. Ihan huonosti ei ensiesiintyminen kehässä mennyt, tuloksena oli VSP:n titteli ja muikea kiertopalkinto. Tosin Martti-mies tietää mitä se on tekemässä ja asettelee jalkansa ihan pyytämättä oikeaan asentoon.

Isoin reissu oli matka Tanskaan koirien maailmannäyttelyyn Juhannuksena. Mukana matkalla olivat Tiina ja Nelson sekä Eeva ja Jenni. Matkustimme laivalla, junalla ja autolla Jyllantiin Hovborgin pikkukylään josta oli vajaan tunnin matka näyttelypaikalle Herningin messukeskukseen. Olimme varanneet matkaan aikaa sekä ennen että jälkeen näyttelyn joten ennätimme vähän vaan lomaillakin. Matkat sujuivat yllättävän kivuttomasti, ei tullut ahdistavaa kiirettä missään vaiheessa. Siljalla syötiin ja juotiin hyvin kumpaankin suuntaan menossa ja jopa prinsessa Jenni suostui käyttämään laivan hiekkalaatikkoa. Myös juna osoittautui ihan fiksuksi ratkaisuksi: matka Tukholmasta Köpikseen taittui varmasti nopeammin kuin autolla eikä tarvinnut väsyä ratissa. Tosin jos koiran kanssa vielä matkustaa, luulen että kannattaa investoida yhteen ylimääräiseen paikkalippuun ettei tule ihan niin ahdasta. Autoilukin sujui Tanskan motareilla ongelmitta kiitos Eevan ajotaidon ja Tiinan TomTomin.

Itse näyttely meni parhaiten komealta Nelsonilta, joka kantoi kotiin maailman juniorivoittajan tittelin. Martti sai tuomarilta EH:n ja oli luokkansa kolmas. Kehässä mentiin niin haipakkaa että hyvä jos ennätti saada koiran seisomaan paikallaan ennen kuin tuomari jo puristi kättä, ja valtavan koiramäärän (yhteensä n. 20 000) takia arvostelutkin olivat rasti ruutuun lomakkeita joista ei oikein päässyt selville mikä oli hyvää ja mikä huonoa. Muuten järjestelyt olivat kyllä onnistuneita. Kehiä oli tarpeeksi, niiden ympärillä oli hyvin tilaa. Minä olin poikkeuksellisen tyytyväinen siitä että osallistumispalkintona sai näppärän numerolappuklipsin koska sellaista olin turhaan metsästänyt kotimaan kaupoista. Estetiikaltaan tosin se muistuttaa enemmän 1980-luvun itänaapurin tuotoksia kuin modernia muotoilua :) Täytyy myös kiittää Tanskan koiramyönteisyyttä, hauvan kanssa oli paljon helpompi liikkua kuin kaikkionkiellettyä Suomessa.

Näyttelyn lisäksi vietimme laatuaikaa koirien kanssa Hovborg Krogin vihreällä nurmikolla jossa Wlankin toimi paremmin kuin hotellihuoneessa ja shoppaillen lähikaupungeissa. Mukaan tarttui vähän sitä sun tätä vaikka sankarillisesti kieltäydyin useamman ihanan kenkäparin ostamisesta. On se kumma kun lähtee etsimään järkeviä hameen ja housun kanssa sopivia kävelykenkiä niin aina sitä jotenkin löytää itsensä niiden kahdeksan sentin piikkareiden hyllyltä… Yleisesti ottaen siis kertakaikkisen mukava lomareissu erinomaisessa seurassa. Ja Martz osoittautui todella sujuvaksi matkustajaksi joka jopa pujotteli hienosti Kööpenhaminan liikenteessä kun emäntä ei ollut yhtä high-tech kun matkakumppanit ja joutui ihan käsivoimin raahaamaan clipperiä maasta toiseen.

Kolmannen kerran kehässä oltiin Heinolan erkkarissa. Martti oli taas EH:n arvoinen eikä tällä kertaa sijoittunut - arvio oli tosin varsin kiittävä. Erkkari on aina siitä mukava että paikalla on kymmeniä ja taas kymmeniä heelereitä ja vaikka päivä kehän äärellä tuppaa venymään poikkeuksellisen pitkäksi (ainakin näin pienen rodun harrastajan näkökulmasta), on upeaa nähdä niin paljon tappijalkoja samassa paikassa. Annan organisoima piknik oli taas aivan rautaa, ei ennättänyt tulla jano eikä nälkä. Minä tosin tein pahan mokan ja unohdin Martin bling-pannan clipperiin ja koira oli tietysti ajankuluksi oli jauhanut sen palasiksi. Nyt on sitten haussa kunnon edustuspanta. ROP-koiraksi valittiin Marmalade’s Drama Queen ja VSP oli Stallmästarens Brave Billy. Onnittelut tätäkin kautta niin kasvattajille kuin omistajillekin, hienoja koiria! Erityiset onnitelut Casa Talista lähtevät Jukan suosikkihiilerille (Martin jälkeen, tietty…) konserninjohtaja Hillevi Kontiaiselle (Rantalaukan Utopia) joka voitti veteraaniluokan ja sijoittui PN kehässä neljänneksi.

Åcon 4

Posted by Sari

I have always had a great time at Åcon. That should not come as a great surprise, as I have been among the more vocal complainers about the way fandom aspect has been lost into the carnival of Finncon-Animecon, and so clearly have been on the market for a smaller fannish con experience. This year, I think I had my best Åcon ever, everything just gelled beautifully.

This year other enterprising people took care of getting the GoH (the wonderful Geoff Ryman) safely to Turku for the ferry, so I Jukka and Kexy packed Jeeves (our black Nissan Note) with necessary stuff such as laminating machine, plush toys, knitting needles and yarn and Viivi the dog, and started driving towards Turku at the unholy hour of 5 a.m on Thursday morning. Despite Kexy’s efforts to navigate back towards Helsinki, we got on the boat without a hitch, and out of it early enough to avoid the check in queue at the hotel. We also bagged an excellent room from the top floor with a view across the harbour.

What made this con a bit different was that my mom was along for the ride. She spent many a summer at Åland on archaeological digs when she was young and wanted to visit her old haunts. She is also a horror and media SF fan, and heroically listened without complaint when I and my sister read the whole of Lord of the Rings aloud to her when we were fourteen and twelve respectively. Next time I am planning to get her to listen to programming also. Anyway, because I had an expert guide and we had a car in our disposal, we spent the mornings driving around Åland looking at historical sites: all four big medieval churches, a Bronze Age burial mound, a stone age dwelling and ruins of Bomarsund fortress. There was something wonderfully surreal about sitting, hung over, next to the oldest known Stone Age dwelling on Åland and debating the mechanisms of cultural exchange. With one's mom. 

The afternoons and evenings were spent socialising at the bar and catching program items. Geoff showed us interesting excerpts from silent era  movie extravaganzas from Cabiria to Fritz Lang’s Niebelungen. Geography came into play when it was obvious that the film most familiar to this audience was the one Geoff’s audiences usually do not recognize: Aelita. We also saw first half of Lang’s Frau im Mond which was surprisingly captivating: even though the chairs were hard and we had to crane our necks to see the film the audience would have wanted to see what happened after the mad professor Calculus look-alike went off cavorting on the moon with his dowsing rod.

Marianna handled the GoH interview with aplomb, and kept the conversation nicely going through Geoff’s oeuvre, and our GoH was also an excellent reader and entertained us with readings from his forthcoming book. As far as other programming went, I watched “One hit wonders” panel which bogged down a bit when everybody started just naming names and arguing if they fitted the definition. I have to give special thanks to the poor souls roped to Jukka’s Nevermind the Buzzaldrins quiz. As I am usually the test audience for his questions and my stock answer is ‘well, I don’t know’, I was glad to see that the questions proved to be tricky for other people too. I thought the lovely Candy deserved her surprise win.

If you put Hanna and Johan J. in a same hotel room, that room automatically becomes party central. Also Hello Kitty central. For some totally contrary reason the fact that I had to get up in the mornings to do the touristy bits helped me to stay up long enough to enjoy the record breaking cigar club meeting (was it ten or eleven participants?), commemorate the fall of Martti Miettunen’s minority government May 15th 1977, help to transform Pasinen into the golden boy, to have a taste of absolutely foul spirits called “Girl” (lychee fruit, raspberry, cognac and vodka), and figure out some unorthodox uses for Hello Kitty ping-pong rackets.

So, I had just about a perfect con, and now my Åcon love knows no bounds. Next year there will be no Åcon because of scheduling problems, but next year I am sure it will be even more epic than ever before.

Lähiseutumatkailua

Posted by Sari

Olemme viimekesästä lähtien harrastaneet erikokoisilla porukoilla lähiseutumatkailua Länsi-Uusimaalla. Aloitimme klassisesti Billnäsin rakennusapteekista ja Fiskarista, seuraavaksi matkasimme tutustumaan Lohjaan ja Tytyrin kalkkikaivokseen (on muuten aivan mahtava paikka...) ja tänä viikonloppuna suuntasimme pakkasesta piittaamatta Vihtiin ja Kirkkonummelle. Kohteina olivat keskiaikaisen Pyhän Birgitan kirkon Rauniot Vihdin kirkonkylässä ja joukko Nummelan nähtävyyksiä (tyyliin Vihdin virastotalo, Nummelan harjun vesitorni, ja tietysti tavaratalo HongKong...)

Omituisia kun olemme, hauskaa oli kaikilla mutta illan kruunasi illallinen Kirkkonummella ravintola Arsené Flipossa. Kun ajaa Veikkolasta kilometritolkulla mutkittelevaa pikkutietä päätyy keskelle ei-mitään, jossa entiseen navettaan on rempattu kurssikeskus josta on rempattu ranskalainen ravintola. Ruoka oli taivaallista ja laatuun nähden hinnoittelu oli aivan kohdallaan. Alkuruuista testasimme Etanat yrttivoissa, Paistetun lohen avokadosalaatilla ja vuohenjuustosalaatin. Pääruuaksi nautimme Siikaa sitruunakatikkeessa ja Paahdettua Ankkaa. Kaikki annokset olivat erinomaisia.  Erityinen kiitos Siian seurana olleelle sitruunavoikastikkeelle joka vei kielen mennessään. Ei köyhä humanisti stadista päivittäin suhaa Kirkkonummelle maksamaan 30 euron pintaan illallisesta, mutta  silloin tällöin sopii hemmotella itseään. Yum.

NaFaWriMo

Posted by jukkahoo   

Time flies when you're not feeling too good.

I've been somewhat depressed and down these past two months after Finncon. Multiple reasons and I'm not going to go into them, nothing health-wise, though. Next check-up will be in September 2007.

I'm trying to get over this slump (of creativity and of gigantic proportions) with new regime. First in order of things: I'm calling November the National Fanzine Writing Month. At the end of this month I'll have material for three fanzines: Arimoniitti #4 (my long-suffering FAPA-zine), Legolas 4/2006 (the Finnish Tolkien Society's fantasy magazine, with special theme-issue honoring Robert E. Howard - and his century) and the slightly hush-hush fanzine for something I'll be talking a LOT soon(ish).

Same rules apply as with the regular NaNoWriMO, but this is not a novel (evidently!) but material for fanzine(s). 50 000 words. I'm expecting to write a fair deal about Finncon, as well as Swecon and various other little meetings (Kirjamessut etc). Åcon, for sure (hey, Hal Duncan!). We may even soon have a place to have the con. Could you believe that Åland hotels are bidding over us? More info ASAWGI.

Talking about Finncon: our gracious GoH, Mr. Jeff VanderMeer has started doing a new column -  called Dispatches From Smaragdine - for the SF-Site and what is that fungi... erm, fun guy talking about in his first piece? Here is the evidence, pardon if I'll go and demonstrate the colour of a fire truck to little Myy.

And why didn't nobody told me that Propaganda actually a good band and not just the odd German one with that one good song (Duel).

More soon.

Kohti Ääretöntä - ja sen ylitse! To Snorfcon

Posted by jukkahoo

I'll leaving to Uppsala in few minutes. We're having a Snorfcon, a sort of Nordic SMOFcon for con-organisers and active fen, who (supposedly) run things. Five Finns (myself, Ben, Tero, Saija and the New Active Boy, Eemeli) with some twenty Svenssons, Norssons and Danssons. Should be lot of intensive discussions and pub crawling heated debate.

I have developed myself a new addiction, sudoku. *sigh* First it was Tetris, then Minesweeper, FreeCell and Unfolding. And now this here simple, yet ingeniously compelling waste of time.

Gotta go, ta!

Scotland calling

Posted by Sari and Jukka

I so wish Britain would finally join the rest of the western world in the 21st century, the way nothing quite works is annoying. Take ths internet thing here. You pay by the minute and it takes ages for pages to load. Or wait a minute, maybe it is a brilliant scam to get more money...

Anyway, we are here and well. My trip from Helsinki to Copenhagen to Heathrow to Glasgow was OK though rather tiring. Most interesting thing was a cafe at heathrow were they handed out pagers which beeped when your oreder was ready.

Hotel did not like my credit card but luckily the cash machine liked it fine so we were able to pay for the room. See above about the 21st century.

No we are off to buy supplies (Boots, the heaven on earth) and then on to the con site, see ya!

jukkahoo: Pretty much the same from here too. Uneventful trip, except that I was happily surprised at my laskimoportti (veinal gate?) beeped at the Brussel airport, leading to a bodily search by this hunk of a man Belgian. Glasgow has been the usual, gray, rough-looking and hilly. Registered yesterday for the con and saw/met quite a few people. Several Finns at Ibis, so no shortage of cab-company, hopefully.

Ate at Asmaan, a delighfully campy, but foodwise succulent Indian restaurant. Recommended, even if a bit pricey. (Sari: yes Tammy Wynette and Rogan Josh are a combination I never really imagined) Now, as said, to Boots (she is mad, I know) and then to SECC. Let the con begin!

Going around, part 2 - Jyväskylä Kesä

Posted by jukkahoo

Last Thursday was just another day in the life of jukkahoo. I woke up, read the paper and the post (it arrives around 8AM) and got myself ready to go and meet yet another famous sf-author. This time I had been invited to a lunch-meeting with Harry Harrison (thanks to LIKE). Arriving a bit early, I had the chance to realise that modern folk art is pretty much as good as modern art as a whole.

By popular demand (don't know about the popularity per se, but there was some pushing) I seated next to HH and managed to please him by giving him a nice promo t-shirt of Finncon2006 (soon to be on the net, too...).

HH is already 80+ and his walking is a bit twonky, but as an interesting conversationalist, he is still very much up there with the best. Amusing and entertaing anecdote after another spew forth from his mouth, with eager heads/ears to assimilate it all. All in all, it was a nice occasion, while the food was surprisingly bland and uninteresting (Sanomatalo Namaskaar lunch).

I had heard earlier, that Jyväskylän Kesä has not been able to provide HH with a caretaker ie. train-companion. As it turned out, they still hadn't anyone for the job. As this was somewhat embarrassing and well, akward really, I wasn't that difficult to persuade into taking this job. We went to check out HH's luggage's from the hotel. We run into bit of a problem, when the block of Sokos had a power failure. Finally we got the bags out and headed for the nearby terrace in order to drink something cold. Which didn't happen since the bar was also out of power. Finally we (that being me, HH, Otto Mäkelä and Toni Jerrman at this point) managed to find the cool location of Oort (or something to that effect, Orvert? Ooburt?).

HH and I took the train at 3.30PM and headed straight to the restaurant, never to actually sit on our seats. The 3 and half hour trip went by very smoothly, as we talked about, well... everything, really. How he wrote his only tie-in novel for the Saint, about the life and living in the US (of which I had some knowledge as well), fandom as a whole and in various countries (HH was there when the fandom was born in USA, Ireland and Finland!).

I haven't read HH's novels in a long time, but after this experience, I turned to my shelves and dug out his last book the first book of the Stars and Stripes trilogy (and probably his last fictional work, as he thinks that he has no more tales to tell, yet he would like to write couple of non-fiction books - maybe about his early years and life,  wholeheartedly agreed by this fan here!), Stars and Stripes Forever. I read couple of first chapters of this Alternate history, where the idea is: "What if the United States and Britain had gone to war in 1862? What if the American Civil War had not run its course and, instead, the two armies of North and South had combined against a common enemy: Britain?" I was pleasantly surprised by the fluid storyline, while maybe less enchanted by some of the infodumping. I'm going to continue with this as it looks like a fairly entertaining story. I did like his Hammer and the Cross trilogy (co-written with John Holm Aka. Tom Shippey!), where the basic premise is that there is not just a Christian God, but powerful Nordic gods as well, and the vikings are thus able to defend their way of living and even conquer Britain.

I managed to get an autograph for a copy of the old Kuoleman planeetta (first Deathworld book in Finnish). I must say I was a tad jealous of Toni, who got HH's autograph for his new printing of the Ruostumaton teräsrotta from LIKE, which looked very nice next to his old copy of the same book by John Books (from 1980, like my copy of Kuoleman planeetta), with an autograph of HH from the year 1982, when he was in Finland for the first time!

We met Mika and Ipa in Jyväskylä and escorted HH to his hotel room, for a brief repose before the 8PM dinner extravaganza at restaurant Figaro. Now, you need to eat well in Jyväskylä? You go to Figaro. Not only do they have a very good kitchen, they also have excellent service, and even at reasonable price, methinks.

Of course, I didn't have to worry about the money, since I was a guest there. And were we ever indulged? A full course meal with wining and dining, aperitifs and reperatifs (I mean drinks afterwards). So much so, that my fairly substantial belly was filled to the brim and i was already more than a bit sloshed. But so was everyone else, from Juha Hemanus to Outi Heiskanen, and HH, who mentioned that he cannot in all honesty understand what (if anything) goes on in monsieur Chirac's brains, when he disses Finnish cuisine. A lot is wrong with Finnish cuisine, but nothing with the food they serve at Figaro. Palate City!, says Jo-Bob Briggs.

We walked HH back to his hotel, said farewell's and departed for the night. In the morning, I had the pleasure of repeating a dining-experience with HH, when we ate a hearthy breakfast at Milton. Mine was heartier, since HH for some reason was feeling a bit woozy.... After that, it was unfortunately time to say goodbye's, as I was due to Helsinki and Finnish Western Society's annual Pukkujuhlat. I hope people were able to attend the Sunday picnic with HH in Jyväskylä. He is a class act, one of the Old Ones, which seem to be a dissapearing breed, soon wholly gone.

Going around, Part 1 - Conceive

Posted by jukkahoo

I've been around. Not in Viikinsaari, though, but I think whatever Sisatto says, goes.

Anyway.

This years Swecon was called Conceive. Held in fair city of Gothenburg (or Göteborg for some, or even Jööttepori for some), this must've been the most unorganised convention I've ever been to. It was a lot of fun, though.

As it apparently seems, Finnish interest in Swedish fandom is a bit lacklustre. I have now been to four Swecons (always with Ben, to whom this was his fifth) and every single time I've had great time. Swecon is totally different animal than Finncon, with usually around 100 participants, as opposed to thousands of visitors every Finncon gets.

As you might guess, this means quite a different kind of convention. Swecons are gatherings of friends, a bit like Finnish monthly pub-meetings, except with a designated GoH (or two) and arrainged programming. And cheaper beer. I believe a fair number of Finns would just love to attend a small, intimate convention, where you actually would get to meet the Guest. Not to mention all those dwellers from other cities you just might be able to catch a glimpse at Finncon.

And there would still be beer.

Tero had obviously seen through the startrekkish facade of last years Swecon in Stockholm, and as a trio, we headed to the other side of Sweden with Ben's car. We had asked from various people whether they'd be interested in attending this years Swecon and join our group, as we did have a place for a fouth one in our vehicle, but despite some quivering interest, alas!, we ended up without additional reinforcements.

After an uneventful traintrip from Helsinki to Turku, Ben and Tero managed to ruse me into running around the most of Turku harbour area with their obfuscating and weird guiding. This was insufficient enough to make me/us to miss the ferry, however. As usually is, the uneventfulness of a ferrytrip was as expected. We did manage to talk well past midnight with Tero, so that when the person responsible for waking up people at cabins came and rapped our door around 5AM (or some such ridiculous and ungodly  hour), we were truly nackered. Fortunately Ben, who had just been mysteriously ill for the previous week, had slept well enough to drive the car.

It took us some five hours to get to the west coast of Sweden. By that time the sun had gone AWOL, rain had started and we were getting a bit hungry. Due to Tero's uncanny ability to lead us thru Göteborg, we arrived at the locale couple of hourse before the alledged openings. There was no one around, nor nothing to indicate that a sf-con would happen during the weekend. Or, like Tero says: "Saw nobody at the con site, and no mention of a Swecon, so we knew we had to be in the right place." Right on.

It was still raining. Tero and I had decided that coats and umbrellas are a form of "kikkailua" which meant that we got wet. Naturally, this was the only time it rained during the weekend. Our only chance to sample what the fair city had to offer. Oh well, maybe next time.

We had a quick pizza, or more precisely, thought of having a quick pizza at a nearby cheapo pizzeria. Apparently the four-five guys jabbing about the kitchen area had been left without a supervisor, since it took a looooong time for the pizzas to arrive. Besides the waiting, everything else was solid. Price was right, salad OK, drinks included and utensils clean. Well worth the 49 kroner.

Having made a connection with the Anglemarks from Uppsala, we knew that they were arriving a bit later, which probably meant that there'd be not that many people in time for the official openings. Exactly.

After we had returned to the Studenthouse where Conceive was taking place, we run into the mass of three Swedes, out of which two were the artist showcasing his art and his wife(?) and the third was one of the organisers, Siv. She had that look of "there's far too many things to do, so much so, that I can't really think of what to do first". She seemed happy to see fans, even if they seemed to whisper among themselves in another language. We took the matters to our own hands and started carrying tables and chairs around, thus in essence building up most of the site. (Later we saw how two Swedes carried couple of more chairs to the main audience area, but since there was never that many congoers around to even fill up all the chairs we had carried to the floor, it just made a mess of our carefully arrainged Code. IYHTA,YWNK.)

At some point we were introduced to Jim, the organiser in charge of the media-side of things (who managed to accomplish the impossible, as he run his program on time!). I'd love to have someone like Jim as a member of next year's Finncon committee... Then again, he did mention of being interested in coming. Hmmm.

And then the rest of the Swedes came. And something very peculiar happened. I talked about this with both Tero and Ben, and we all had the same feeling. Somehow, we seemed to be regarded as expected and welcomed friends. Not that we had been feeling any reluctance or distain before, or anything of the sort. THIS time however, WE felt like at home. Like one does at the local pub-meeting, or at Finncon, where you just automatically (after all this time) fit in. We fitted in! That alone was well worth the trip and the money spent, but then it got even better.

Now, we were travelling on a shoestring budget, with the cheapest ferry-tickets and all. We had also asked to be accommodated with local fen, in order to save money for the Interaction (what else?) We found out that Glenn (the main organiser and the chief of Göteborg's SF Bokhandeln) had graciously thought of providing the floorspace at his place. Where also the Anglemarks were also staying. And couple of other Uppsala-fen. And their baby. And Jonas from Linköping. And... they had cats.

As I am rather very allergic to cats, I had a wee problem. In the end, after various other possibilities, a local fan, Mats Pekkari, offered his place for me, and after Ben's quick thinking, for the rest of the Finns. Mats turned out to be the head of local Babylon 5 -club, but dispate that apparent handicap, he is one brilliant host and a very lovely chap. Not only was he willing to take three foreigners as houseguests in the middle of the night, he also provided us with breakfast - and even tried to pay for our carparking. And not only that, he also introduced us to the most brilliant sf-cartoon (probably ever): Invader Zim! Like Hard Waldrop is fond of sayin': "Che'ekidaou'ut!"

One of the reasons Tero was so eager to come to Conceive, was of course his mentor, guru and Master: Charles Stross. As a card-carrying member of the the Charles Stross man-bitch squadron, Tero was in fanboy heaven. And why not. Stross was a great Guest and he was wel-liked by a great number of Swe-fen. To me he seemed like a thoroughly nice dude, very intelligent, teller of great anecdotes who has a slightly peculiar sense of humour (which is only a bonus, of course) and a great deal of antagonism toward bureaucracy and governmental institutions. And he doesn't seem to be too impressed with fantasy.

As one could gather from the fact that the organising-point was more or less a constant trapezee-act on the border between total chaos and lesser mayhem, the programming wasn't really that brilliant. Of what I saw (actually almost all of the English-speaking numbers) the level of interest rose or fell depending on how enhtusiastic Charlie Stross was at that time. Due to some incompetency with electrical appliances, there were no microphones. And when frustratingly many panelist/perfomer suffered from Whisperitis, you were forced to look for a frontseat place and still strain your earlobes to the fullest. And as it is with Swecon in general, there were lot of classically sweconish moments: the panels drifted way-away from the original header, Swedish panelists and members of the audience started their own intricate discussion about fine details in halting English, totally unrelated questions were asked and GoH had that befuddled look look of amazement and puzzlement, as in: "WTF...?"

But as always, also, this was not a major problem. You learns to deal with this with a wry smile, a shrug of shoulders and decide to go to the bar and have another beer later on. Which is always a good choice.

People are there mainly to gather around and meet friends, which for a small con like Swecon, really makes sense. To catch an occasional program is an added bonus, especially when they are good ones, like the GoH-interview or a heated debate on an interesting subject. And then you have the side-shows: I learned that my secret SF Alter Ego is Johanna Sinisalo (Tero was China Miéville and Ben was Wolf von Witting!!!).

One of the most competative sports in fandom nowadays, is techno-gadgetry. I haven't seen so many Palms, PDA's etc ever in my life. I felt like a relic with my fountain-pen and a pad, when great many fen just whisked their "pens" on that little screen. And when everyone had had their share of PDA-gazing, it was turn to pick up the small keyboards you can attach to them. And then the TREO's. And who-knows-what-else after that. Nobody seems to be even carrying a laptop anymore.

The fun highpoint of this year's Swecon was once more the Satruday-night evening party, with plenty of good beer and fun people. Not to mention the single most farout sf-series ever produced: Raumpatrouille Orion! This is something I need to must have.

Yes, it's German science fiction tv-serie from 1965. Seeing is believing.

But as always happens, everything has an end. It was soon Sunday and we needed to head to Sollentuna, where Tomas Cronholm had promised to put us up for the night, so that we'd be able to catch the day-ferry to Turku on Monday. We met with Mats and couple other Göteborg-fen, and ate a very nice Chinese Buffet at Ming. The food and company was too good, as we were still in Göteborg after 6PM, when we had sort-of-promised to be in Sollentuna around 10PM. Ben turned off his inhibitor-relay and turned into a proper Finnish driver, with an empty head and a heavy left foot. ZOOOOM, and we were back to Stockholm and barely minutes after 11PM, at the right location. My humility prohibits me to talk about my orienteering skills. Let's just say, that I challenge anyone to repeat it.

While we sailed the Baltic sea, where the sun was shining, sky was blue and ber cold, we talked about arrainging a small, cosy Finnish convention with an admittance fee. We're pretty certain it could and should be done, soon. Would you participate? Would you pay a small/mediocre amount of money to go to (perhaps) an interesting city, in order to really meet with the hardcore fen of the land, and maybe even really meet a GoH? Feel free to discuss about this, please!

I feel vindicated

Posted by Sari

I bought a latte from Robert's Coffee on my way to work from the Buss station, and the smell of the coffee, the feel of the cup and even the little card you can collect stamps to get a free coffee  made me forget all the unpleasant post 9/11 stuff and made me nostalgic for the States. (Though over the water they seem to prefer to punch holes through the cards rather than stamp them...) I bet Cherry is blooming in Princeton, all those American Gothic houses, neat bar-coded bonus cards you could attach to the key ring, bookstores, museums, PBS documentaries... ah well maybe in August, if they let me back in the country :-)

So when I got to work I surfed to by quondam colleague's webjournal for some vicarious cultural crossing and felt very vindicated that he found just about the same things baffling, annoying or just noteworthy as we did during our stay: the paralysing effect of creditlessness, Starbucks, the stone age banking system, the State of the Union speech...

I do have to admit I completely revised my opinion on something I found utterly baffling in the beginning: iced coffee. I used to write whole entries on bulletin boards on this ridiculous idea, but nothing, I tell you, nothing is as great on a hot day than a Starbucks Frappucino. If I could only get the coffee shops here make me something like that: not just a latte with ice-cubes but a coffee milkshake. Anyone know where to get one in Helsinki?