Embarking on a new track, I decided to periodically take a serious layman's look into newspapers and magazines that I happen to read. Hohto's already been tagged, albeit very very briefly.

Indeed, got my hands on Kauppalehti's new cousin: Presso, to be published on saturdays. Looks very much like its main competitor, Taloussanomat - with articles on both personal as well as bigger issues. And a huge ad-supplement, for which there's no equivalent.

The roster of writers sports Markus Ånäs who shot into fame as a prolific pseudo-gonzo journalist in Like Uutiset, from there to Johnny Kniga with some of the Like team, and now on to Talentum. His stories still read the same, but in a more serious environment the effect of artifically introduced jolliness is grating at times.

The lead article, an interview of the official financial scaremongers Sailas and Virtanen is well-done and long enough at three full pages.

Most of the articles could be taken directly from Taloussanomat (or Talentum's old Saldo), there's very little to differentiate this newspaper from its main competitor. But it's early in the game, this is by no means bad for a debut, and the offer for two month's issues for 5 euros sounds like a decent deal.

End of daylight saving time.

No snow yet, but looks like shaping up to a chilly day.

GTA: San Andreas, after half an evening's worth of playing. Around ten missions, probably a hundred more to go...

Random observations, in no particular order: Soundtrack is indeed not as good as in Vice City (but does feature some excellent songs - and a lot of talk radio). Aiming's been changed from Vice City (targeting can be manualized). The protagonist starts off pathetically scrawny, and you need to visit the gym to build the guy up. Missions seem varied, the first ~ten have included drive-bys, burglary, bike chases, low-rider rhythm action and a lot of swearing in the cutscenes. A very good addition is the ability to skip needless driving in repeated missions (you just teleport to the actual scene of the crime if you decide not to drive there). The map of the game is humongous, only one city (virtual L.A.) is open at the beginning, with two more (San Francisco and Las Vegas) to follow. And it's not just all cities, there's a lot of beautiful vistas to see in the surrounding countryside.

A really surprising discovery is good ol' Axl Rose as one of the DJs in the game. He really ought to concentrate on finishing the fifth Gunners' album Chinese Democracy instead, it's been years in the making now.

Helsinki Book Fair in Pasila. Huge halls filled with finnish publishing houses, literature related organizations and second hand shops. Jolly good browse-o-rama for two hours.

Bought quite a bit of stuff, as a lot of it had reasonable price reductions:

• the new science book by Esko Valtaoja (missed the dialogue-with-a-bishop one.)
• Peter Englund's Pultava (of which a few friends have raved about for more than a year.)
• new Valerian album.
• Tuomas Vimma's Helsinki 12.
• Special edition of Mauri Kunnas' first book (book on gnomes).
• Translation of Kerouac's Big Sur.
• Some really cheap Noam Chomsky book.
• 20th anniversary issue of Ruumiin Kulttuuri (the magazine for finnish mystery fans.)
• Hugo Pratt's Etiopialainen Romanssi (Corto Maltese album).

Didn't see some things I expected, like a softback of Ilkka Remes' Piraatit or the translation of Schott's Food & Drink Miscellany. Ought to appear before christmas at least.

Well, turns out that I fell for a duplicate the very first time - already had a copy of the Pratt's album. Time to catalogue the library, this was acutely embarrassing.

The Valerian album had some inkless scribbles in its back cover. Shame on Jalava for flogging damaged goods, and double shame on me for failing to note the fact. The album itself is good, though the art seems to be lacklustre and blatantly missing details when compared with the earlier books, and the album is just the first part of a longer story. The older Valerian albums had some extreme prices in the second hand stands - the hardcover albums from eighties (Heroes of the Equinox and Ambassador of the Shades) were priced at 90 euros, and the still-not-yet-reprinted Alflolol was going for 80 in a very worn condition. Whoah, the prices sure have surged - I got the hardcovers for about an euro apiece in the annual publishers' booksale a decade or so ago and a french edition of the Alflolol album this spring in Paris for ten euros.

GTA: San Andreas. One of the definite AAA-games of the year. And the first to be delivered by the respective publisher in a very short timespan (Halo 2 for Xbox is next, quickly followed by Half-Life 2 for PC, with Gamecube's Metroid Prime: Echoes the last release).

The main themes of the series have not been altered since the masterful Vice City. Rags to riches, with an inconsiderate amount of violence, felonies and corruption during.

Immediate observations:

• Protagonist is black.
• You can ride BMX-bikes (and have to, in the first two missions.)
• It's a while before you lay your hands on a gun.
• Soundtrack is good - though loses out to the Vice City one due to pure personal preferences (too much hiphop/rap for my dignified taste.)

There seemed to be quite a shortage of the game downtown - Fredu let me in on the secret that Free Record Shop had an infinite supply (as well as a slightly higher price).

With a considerable lack of hoopla and fanfare Apple opened iTunes music store for finnish customers.

Registered. Bought a couple of songs. A bit underwhelmed nonetheless, as a lot of genres are missing or misfiled (what exactly makes Sarah McLachlan "alternative").

But the shop works (apart from occasional delays), the price is not bad (99 cents for a song, 10 euros for an album), so there's probably a bright future ahead for the enterprise.

Added a site-specific icon to the pages.

Just a greenish-blue doodle, nothing fancy.

Do not attempt to dissect with clever zooming, or by playing it backwards. THERE IS NO SECRET MESSAGE.

Been listening to the two classic albums I bought on saturday: Peace sells... but who's buying and So far, so good... so what!

Especially the latter has benefited from getting fully and truly remastered - the uneven and flu-ridden soundscape has now been improved to crispy perfection.

And the former still stands proud as one of the highest points of speed metal. Killer riff upon killer riff, songs that do not attempt to bore the audience to tears rather than just getting to the point fast, and with quite a bit of distortion. A classic album that compares with the best by Metallica.

And speaking of whom, could we finally get a decent reproduction of their mightily underbassed And Justice for All album. Please.

Back in business of collecting all Garbage songs (if not all singles) on CD after a brief pause.

ebay proves to be very useful, even though the first couple of singles (especially Vow) tend to be rarely seen there as well.

Well, better challenging as well, than just expensive.

Four full lines of bowling produce an unexpected leg-ache. Decided to take it easy with biking today.

Did the requisite consumerism downtown:

• Two Megadeth CDs (recent remixes.)
• Debut issue of Worlds of Cthulhu.
• All issues of Filth collected to a trade paperback.
• A new hotsync cable for palm.
• David Sacks' book on the evolution of alphabet.

Especially the last one was quite an unplanned one.

Turns out that even Tapani Maskula likes Collateral. Usually he's pretty reliable in smacking a whole single star on popular movies, but this one clearly tickled his fancy as well.

Team-building day-trip to our southerly neighbor's capital city.

In-n-out with Silja Line's catamaran, which was a surprisingly smooth and quick experience.

First real sightseeing ever in the city - an organized hour-long trip to sights not seen previously, like the Catherine Park and Singing Stage (probably horribly misspelt both, but the show was in finnish).

Lunch at ku:l sal (again, spelling probably worthy of flames): pizza (ok), pool (I still suck), bowling (threw decently, but the machines were out of whack and scores were altered by the circumstances).

Scottish Club closed due to a private party.

Dinner at Peppersack restaurant. A traditional estonian/hanseatic place. Steak was large enough and well- peppered. Seems that all dishes had quite a bit of the spice.

Ok, so a new chapter in the book of the underdog is written.

As a cap-carrying yankees fan, I probably ought to be pissed, but hey, an upset like this rare enough to be savored, no matter what team is at the receiving end.

Saw a second great movie in a row. Michael Mann's Collateral. Despite the rave reviews, the quality of the movie took me by surprise.

The story is good, entwining pure action with fightclubesque existential ponderings. But the real star of the show is cinematography. Never before has dry, yet murky L.A. night looked so good. The digital cameras pick up nuances of light, shadow and smog and proudly show it on screen. Camera loves the city much more than the characters, foucs tricks and shaky handheld camera are used to good effect.

The story is of encountering the dark side, redemption against insurmountable odds and chance providing the incentive to really change ones life.

Tom Cruise, for the very first time in the role of a villain, is convincing and at times achieves a level of coolness reserved for the actors chilled with liquid nitrogen. The shoot-out scene at the club alone proves that there's more to mr. Cruise than his annoying smirk (which is fortunately kept in check during the whole movie). Jamie Fox, whom I hadn't encountered since Stone's Any Given Sunday puts in a good performance as the spooked cabbie. Good ol' Bruce Mc Gill (famous for his role as Jack Dalton in MacGyver) and Irma Hall (from Ladykillers) are the only other actors that stand out.

It's good. Modern noir, at its very best (although missing a real femme fatale, but the strong interplay between the starring duo overshadows that omission). Irresistible in beat, invincible in visual style, it compares to the best in genre and the best of the city - L.A. Confidential and To Live and Die in LA. Go see, it won't disappoint.

Definitely worth getting on dvd as well, as the crisp visuals do require a revisit. And there's an additional feature on the "City of the Night", which probably deliversexactly what the name promises.

One of my very favorite authors in a lengthy interview-by-web on slashdot.

Go read! And hope for no spoilers on the Baroque Cycle. Still one and 15/16ths of a book to go.

While contemplating writing proper travel pages (pictures, stories and all), this shall serve as an useful reminder to do something about it:

Yes. Embarrassing white blobs exist, even close to home. Not to mention three whole continents utterly unvisited. Mere 21 countries down, a lot more to go.

And yeah, it's an ancient meme indeed, but still worthwhile.

The annual National Novel Writing Month is next month.

Despite this being an american thing, been entertaining a couple of ideas to try to formulate into full-fledged novels.

But it'll have to wait - I expect work'll stay way too busy to allow for such extracurricular activities. Sad, ain't it. But I'm not sure that I do have the daily 1666 words to give...

Missed the annual interactive fiction competition once again as well.

Began Stephen King's "On Writing", an autobiography mixed with a healthy dose of advice for aspiring writers. It's good text all right, and reads a lot better than most of his latest novels.

Finished "Hetken Tyrannia" (Tyranny of the Moment) by Thomas Eriksen.

A thought-provoking book that describes the inconspicuous acceleration of everyday life and provides valid critique thereof.

It's not a new topic, James Gleick covered the same ground with "Faster!", but this one takes a very critical approach to the issues generated by the splintering of time and actual disappearance of true leisure. Unlike Juha Siltala's new magnum opus on loss of worklife quality, this does not concentrate only on a single aspect of life, but approaches the incurred damages from multiple directions.

While some of the examples seem contrived, and even a bit dated - though in the era of the internet, what wouldn't - it's still an enjoyable book, its 250 pages easily read in a couple of evenings.

Mozilla Foundation is planning a big campaign to celebrate the almost imminent release of Firefox 1.0.

As a happy firefox user since the early days, been considering actually putting good money into the ad...

Yet another great open source solution that runs circles around the commercial alternatives.

Project "Getting Rid of Expiring Movie Tickets" commences. First victim, the much touted new Charlie Kaufman film.

Missed Adaptation in 2002, and haven't even gotten around to acquiring it on dvd yet. Being John Malkovich probably scarred me for life - being the most unexpected story ever. Thus, this movie had big shoes to fill.

And it did deliver. In spades. The story is sentimental, yet futuristic, the optimal PhilipKDickian utter mindfuck-sense. Wiping memories that can be turned against the wiping itself is not something lightly attempted by any director with any sense of self-preservation.

Jim Carrey puts on a good performance (I'd say his best non- comedic one ever), Kate Winslet still looks like a combination of Madonna's and Winona Ryder's best parts. But it's the folks in non-leading roles that make the movie. Elijah Wood (last seen as a heroic hobbit) as a nasty opportunist and Kirsten Dunst (MJ Watson) as a sycophantic nurse toss the haloes hoisted upon their heads in these rather unconventional and unexpected roles.

At times it's a bit slow-moving for my taste, but at times the speed of ideas would have benefited from a little more legroom to play in.

A definite candidate for the movie of the year. Heartily recommended.

Watched Almost Famous, yet another great movie I missed in the original box office period. It compares in quality to Donnie Darko of all the movies I've seen this year. In a word: it's damn good.

It is indeed a great movie. Of an era of rock n' roll slowly becoming corporate, but yet having a lot of buzz within. Of people unsure of themselves and especially of each other. Actors shine: Kate Hudson as the groupie queen, Philip Seymour Hoffmann as Lester Bangs - the journalistic mentor of the protagonist, Jason Lee as the conflicted vocalist of fictional band Stillwater, Frances McDormand as the overprotective mother.

Auteured by Cameron Crowe, thus there's a lot of Led Zeppelin in the movie. The soundtrack is plain great, and the reputation of Elton John as a musician went up several notches. And the story seems very authentic, so claims of "pure fictionality" have to be taken with an industrial-sized grain of salt.

Watched the director's cut, with several added scenes. But the original cut is bound to be good as well.

And yes. I consider this to be one of the finest rock-movies of all time. Probably only Spinal Tap stands above Almost Famous. Of the ones that I've a) seen and b) can remember right now. So, there's bound to be more.

"It's Me" on Radio Suomi. Definitely unexpected (and took several bars to recognize). It's the nationwide no-nonsense channel, and the song is by no means the biggest hit from an unpopular album (Last Temptation). Weird indeed. But ten points for courage to whoever picked it in a daytime slot?

False alarm, at least partially - albums rip just fine. Perhaps the poor no name drive was getting its knickers in a twist in the afternoon, co-operating just fine now.

Weird, all other albums worked perfectly - and the few songs from the Rush cds do now as well.

Only one slot left of the japanese swordsery-movie, at 22:45. Definitely not gonna do it tonight, hope it gets a second chance at Bio City or some other theatre than the mainstream ones, where it apparently does not belong.

Almost every Rush record of mine refuses to be ripped by iTunes. A mysterious error at a specific memory address (same for all) occurs. Happens with multiple albums (Power Windows, Hemispheres, Farewell to Kings), and without regard to whether it's a remastered version or not. And nope, have only a single version of each - ain't THAT big a fan.

Even the best customer support service in the world, google, is silent on this problem. Only two hits, and in japanese only. Hence, I seem to be pretty alone with this predicament.

Bugger. Have to borrow additional copies of the offending albums and see whether this is a global issue or my cd-rack radiates some disc-corrupting influence.

Indeed. Among many other things, been struggling with SNMP - what a cruel beast that is. There's ample documentation available, but the guts of the protocol are ugly indeed.

Dropped by bi-annual Hullut Päivät and got away with minimal purchasing damage: newest issues of Image and Edge (which I'd bough anyway), Prince of Persia for PS2 (cheap-o), Nylon Beat's farewell collection Comeback and Will Self's "Great Apes" in finnish paper back-format. And have to go back for "Some Like It Hot" before the sale ends, had to check dvdcompare.net whether an ultimate edition thereof happens to exist.

Only three errors in XHTML-compliance, so this was a lesser effort.

The resulting award included:

Eliminated an embarrassing number of CSS-validity errors (and learned quite a bit more about the topic in the process). The blog-pages now validate without any errors.

To celebrate, here's the very first image ever to grace this page:

Meme-fodder, once again. But a good one... Only albums that have really struck a chord at the first listen (was a late arrival with eg. Gn'R's Appetite for Destruction).

Death Angel: the Ultra-Violence
Surprisingly melodic speed metal from out of nowhere. Bought the LP on a chance encounter, and it stuck on the turntable forever. Rediscovered on cd late this spring, and the classics still spin well... Still going strong (albeit after a ten-odd years' hiatus).

Kingston Wall: I
A long-awaited debut from the kings of finnish prog rock. Their finest hour would come on the sophomore album, but this record made my christmas in 1991. Disbanded after Petri Walli's suicide in 1995.

Kula Shaker: K
Intelligent post-prog rock from UK. With a frontman who tended to talk more than inteviewers would listen, songs that had mostly nonsensical lyrics (in the golden era of brit-pop this was a sin). Faded after a less than shiny second album.

Stone: I
The first ever finnish metal album I ever bought. Filled with youthful energy, not-yet-too-technical songs and all in all just the right thing to have in the summer of '88. Disbanded in early nineties - most of the members still active in finnish music scene.

Andrew W.K.: I Get Wet
Truly regressive rock'n'roll from a guy who saw fit to combine the styles of Abba and Judas Priest. Fell for this the first time, and there was nothing to stop me on the way to the record store. Probably still active, even after a lacklustre second album.

Nypykät: Kanuunaralli
Folk-pop with punk overtones, weird instruments and altogether too many men on stage. Has to be heard to be believed. Either you love it, or you hate it - no real middleground exists. Disbanded after a second album.

Bubbling under: Garbage, Skyclad, Pearl Jam, Type O Negative. And many more.

Velvet Revolver firmly holds the lead on the debut album of '04.

Finished the newest über-technothriller from the ever-reliable Matthew Reilly.

Even faster pace than in previous books. Which starts to get distracting as the plot twists and turns through multiple contortions in a matter of a dozen pages or so. Though not nearly as distracting as some other artificial devices such as James Ellroy's play with the english language conventions (the clipped tone of White Jazz, or the annoying alliterations of Cold Six Thousand).

So, the pace is indeed fast, but otherwise the book is classic Reilly. Heroics, insurmountable odds, escapes via hi-tech equipment (though the MagHook is getting over-exposed), cliffhangers. And cardboard characters, C-movie subplots, distracting sound effects among the text.

But it's a definite gold medal candidate for the airport novel of the year (pure cordite-tinged fluff for the masculine gender), and a good six-hour read no matter what. But still a far cry from the Ice Station, still Reilly's best novel. And the exposition techniques used by the author are actually becoming quite clever, though still the occasional hamfisted approach returns.

Back to Stephenson's Confusion, now...

While waiting for the next episode of the ultra-violent and entertaining Grand Theft Auto-saga, ripped the soundtrack of the previous episode Vice City and plonked it on iPod.

Too bad not all the songs from the game are present (chief omission being Buggles' Video Killed the Radio Star). I haven't yet bothered to play with the relevant music ripping guide. Still, it's not a bad seven disc box, and I fully expect the new game to have such a cross-media product as well.

Uh oh, haven't been seeing enough movies this year it seems (or been to the wrong theatres). There are still three tickets to kinopalatsi left in a nine-ticket-booklet. Plenty of good movies, plenty of rainy evenings, so getting rid of them should present no problems.

Flu seems to have made a very quick visit only - no fever and no problems swallowing. Good.

The new layout seems to be causing problems with some browsers. Opera has minor cosmetics issues. Internet Explorer, on the other hand, has extreme problems and ends up laying out the date/title-part of each entry in exactly where it should not be. I'll take a look at whatever Opera's bothered about. But as to IE, you really ought to do yourselves a favor and get a real browser instead. You will be happier once you do.

Saw "Mobile Horror", a play at Teatteri Jurkka yesterday evening, with a bunch of (mainly) work-related friends.

Existential crises, and subhuman colleagues at an IT-startup. Apart from the startup-part, that's familiar territory...

Indeed, the show was good - the four actors fit their roles very well, the dialogue both funny and touching (though hitting the former far more often), and the message hit too close to home way too often. Like Dilbert at its best.

Hefty postmortem-analysis at Sikala over a couple of Urquells and and a metsästäjänleipä were unavoidable.

As threatened/promised.

Complaints (aesthetic and otherwise) to the usual suspect.

Amazing what flu-induced boredom can achieve. Very little fever, but swallowing hurts, and talking doubly so. Decided to take a sick day...

Time to clean up the place.

The main blog has bloated up in size in a frightening fashion - time to relegate the old entries to an archive. Or something.

And the layout itself could do with a bit of cleaning up.

Thus, some reparative actions will take place. Soon. Do not hold your breath. It is not healthy.

Got up at five in the morning to participate in two auctions grande finales at ebay. Two Infocom games in the original folio-packaging. At affordable prices. In original shrinkwrap.

And proceeded to lose both of them in the final seconds. One went over the budget, the other I blame on groggy fingers...

And I seem to be losing this week's fantasy football game in Yahoo... Turns out that whenever I leave Jerome Bettis on the bench, he picks up two touchdowns (on some ten total yards).

Santa Clauses spotted on street. Check.
Two prancing in front of Forum-mall.

Compilation albums in record stores. Check.
Korn and Marilyn Manson both have released their first "best of"s in time for the holiday shopping season. Both with requisite added content - Korn's rendition of PF's Another Brick in the Wall does pique the interest a wee bit.

On a completely unrelated track, Vanilla Coke is unofficially available in Helsinki. One of the small self-importing stores in Asematunneli proudly hawks the liquid, at a rather steep price (two euros for half a liter). Good, hope this paves the way for an official introduction soon.

Crayfish were mercilessly torn to pieces, edible bits stuck on toast and eaten. And there was much rejoicing.

And this time I can remember the taxiride out.

Bought the second part to Don Rosa's "Black Knight Glorps Again" in Donald Duck.

The only readable story in the magazine, the rest is just a by-the-numbers stuff lacking imagination, substance and style.

Off to eat copious amounts of crayfish under dim lights in good company.

Rammstein does not retreat back to industrial noise after the mellower "Mutter"-album, rather than continuing on the same path.

Definitely not an album that is graspable on a single listen, a couple of songs stand out immediately: Amerika (with hooks enough to shame Desmond Child) as well as Moskau (co-starring the t.A.T.u. girls). But I'm sure other songs will percolate above these as soon as the album gets more spins.