Monthly Archive for December, 2009

When the conspiracy stares you in the face…

I don’t have time to write much, but the WSWS has a simple and useful list of points about the failed terrorist attack aboard Northwest Flight 253:

Among the facts now known are the following:

• Abdulmutallab’s father, a prominent retired banker and ex-government minister, had visited the US Embassy in Abuja more than a month before the attempted bombing to warn CIA officials that his son had become involved with Al Qaeda elements in Yemen. He provided them with information with which the young man could have been located, and he followed up his visit with at least two phone calls.

• For at least four months, US intelligence had information from Yemen that Al Qaeda operatives there were preparing “a Nigerian” for a terrorist attack.

• The information from Yemen was further substantiated by the National Security Agency’s interception of communications discussing preparations for an impending attack and the use of the “Nigerian.”

Moreover, Abdulmutallab’s $2,800 ticket was paid for with cash, apparently at the last minute, and he made the transatlantic trip having checked no luggage, carrying only a backpack.

Then there is the story told by a passenger on the plane, Kurt Haskell, a Michigan lawyer, who claims that he saw Abdulmutallab approach the airline ticket counter in Amsterdam accompanied by a well-dressed South Asian man, who told the Northwest ticket agent that the young Nigerian needed to fly without a passport.

“He’s from Sudan, we do this all the time,” the older man told the agent, Haskell recounted. He said that the agent then directed them to the office of the airline’s local manager.

Normally, any one of these things would have triggered intense scrutiny before Abdulmutallab was allowed to board the plane.

Once again, as in the wake of September 11, 2001, the government and the media are peddling the explanation that all of these extraordinary lapses were the product of mere negligence or a “failure to connect the dots.”

Eight years after 9/11, with all of the still unanswered questions surrounding the attacks that were used to justify an explosion of American militarism, the attempt to gloss over an event that nearly cost the lives of 300 people with this hackneyed metaphor does not hold water.

The general outlines of the Northwest bombing attempt and the 9/11 attacks are startlingly similar. One might even say that what is involved is a modus operandi. In both cases, those alleged to have carried out the actions had been the subject of US intelligence investigations and surveillance and had been allowed to enter the country and board flights under conditions that would normally have set off multiple security alarms.

Once again, it was everyday people who almost paid with their lives for what is essentially no more than a PR stunt designed to keep the terrorists and exploiters in power. Both the ones in the East and the ones in the West. Where’s the difference between those willing to execute a terrorist attack and those willing to let it happen?

And how many more will die in the wars that will follow? How many more will be persecuted for their religion or nationality?

Writing, feeding cats, and stuff

That’s pretty much what we’ve been doing. Made some nice progress on the book  – more pieces of the puzzles are in place. (Want a teaser? One bit that I wrote is 9 pages long and stretches over 10.000 years. The next bit is 10 pages and stretches over no more than a couple of hours. Ah, the joy of writing this book…)

OK, more tomorrow or the day after. We’ve decided to stay in Nikiti a couple of days longer than originally planned, so please excuse any slowness in my responses.

In Greece Again

It’s odd being here. I’ve probably said so before, but it’s true. Being in Greece is very odd for me.

In a way, it’s like having walked back into my childhood. Sure, things have changed, but more things have remained the same. Especially since Germany is so different. And I suppose the feeling becomes even stronger because coming back here means living with my parents; going from being a married person living my own life to being in a place where most of the decisions are made by other people.

This is not unbearable, but it’s not a boon, either. Being here reminds me of how badly I wanted to leave – not because I hated my parents or the country, but because I have an intense need for independence, for being able to live my own life. That’s why I could never understand people who live at home for years and years after they’re done with school. Unless it’s for financial reasons, that is. But if it isn’t, I really don’t understand it. (I also don’t condemn people for it.) To me, having my own space and structuring my days the way I want to is essential to my happiness.

Anyway, we’re in Greece. It’s cold, but it’s warmer than Germany. Writing is going at top speeds, and I finally figured out another piece of the puzzle that is my novel.

More soon.

Alive and in Greece

Despite a heavy snowstorm, we managed to get to Greece alive – if several hours late. Even driving from the airport to Thessaloniki turned out to be diffcult, thanks to the barbarians flooding the streets after a football game. Then we collapsed in bed and slept for 12 hours.

We’ll try to use our time here to finish the novels we’re writing and making plans for the creative explosion that will be 2010. There’s a lot to look forward to. New websites, old websites, a game, a movie or two, a web series… and hopefully a couple of novels. And we’re going to be approaching this in a much more organized fashion, so there will be fewer delays and postponements.

Accessing the internet via my parents’ 56k connection is less than easy, but there will be updates anyway. There’s a lot we wanted to write about but didn’t have time for before now.

Phenomenon 32 Release Date (and this one is not changing!)

Writing from my father-in-law’s computer. Have found out that the only way to kill the evil thing on our computers is to format everything and reinstall the OS. On the positive side of things, the Phenomenon 32 files should all be OK. So I’m setting a release date. This one I will keep to, except in the case of death. (We’re getting on a plane tomorrow, so let’s hope that doesn’t happen.)

But if we’re still alive in January, no hacker or other idiot will keep me from releasing Phenomenon 32 on the 15th. I swear it in the name of Bob the Spider. Even if my computer melts and our cat bites my leg off, I will release the game on the 15th.

2009 has been a year of personal triumphs and professional/artistic disappointment. In 2010 things will stay excellent on the personal level, but my artistic output will catch up, and you will be bombarded with stories and games and movies and insanity. That too I swear in the name of Bob. And I will giggle with pleasure and delight as the idiot(s) responsible for this mess writhe with anger that all their idiocy didn’t stop me. Muahahahahaha!

OK, that’s it with the megalomania for now. Given a lack of plane death I will write again from Greece.

FUCK

So, I was ready to release Phenomenon 32 tomorrow. It just needed a few more hours of work. I was extremely happy. Hell, I even had some of the publicity stuff done.

Then my computer got infected with a most seriously nasty trojan. Remember when my computer got hacked a few years ago and we had all this trouble? Yeah, here we go again. I’d guess it’s probably the same person doing this. Maybe also the same person who destroyed my website around the time of The Museum of Broken Memories.

This, of course, means I can’t release Phenomenon 32. We’re going to Greece on Sunday, and I haven’t had the time to finish it. Worse, I don’t know if any of the files are infected. I do have a backup copy, so the game won’t be lost, but I may have to format the harddrive and reinstall Windows. Oh, and let’s not even get into the issue of my film files…

This morning I was close to a nervous breakdown. I feel a bit better now, but it’s still enormously frustrating. I wanted to finish this. I wanted to get rid of this incredible burden that this project has become. I want you to be able to play this. But it’ll have to wait until January, even though it’s so close to being finished.

I’m writing this from a friend’s computer, because I have no intention of giving all my passwords and other data to the hacker. I will update again from Greece, where I will be trying to finish my novel.

As for the person who did this… well, you’re a pathetic moron, and if you think this will do anything, you are quite mistaken.

A Short Message About What You Should Do

Go see Avatar, for God’s sake. It’s excellent. It’s beautiful, thoughtful, complex, intelligent, touching, and a lot of other adjectives. It’s probably going to piss off a lot of stupid people, so ignore what they tell you and go see it.

Whoa, what happened to the updates, dude?

I’m still here. I’m trying to finish Phenomenon 32. All the voice recording is done. Lots of other stuff is done. But the work has been delayed by various pleasant and unpleasant things – meeting friends, hanging out with my mother, Verena being verbally assaulted by a lunatic from our old theatre group (big macho guys show their real toughness by yelling at shy girls when their husbands aren’t there), and so on. The last bit in particular was kind of unsettling, and has slowed everything down a little. It’s also reminded us of how much we want to leave this country, for a place that is sunny and does not have these psychopaths (I used to think this more of a misunderstanding, with people being led to believe the wrong things, but once you get this kind of naked and digusting aggression, you pretty much settle for people being psychopaths).

Anyway. This sounds terribly negative, but there has been good stuff, too. Right now I have a pizza in the oven and am about to start working on Phenomenon 32 again. Last time I checked, I was almost finished with one of the most boring and complicated bits of the game (for me, that is… it should be fun for the player).

Above us only sky

Twenty-nine years ago, one of the greatest artists of all time was murdered (or assassinated – I’m not big on conspiracy theories, but frankly this type of thing happened too often and always to inconvenient people).

No matter how many times this song has been used and abused by the media, if you listen to it without the fashionable cynicism that so many people have bought into, it remains heartbreakingly beautiful. No-one has ever managed to talk about the ideals of peace and equality and freedom of thought in a clearer way. No book of philosophy, no political tract, no grand speech has ever achieved the beauty and perfection of Imagine.

Lennon was a real humanist: not a fanatic there-is-no-god-and-genes-are-everything type, but someone who saw and understood that what matters above everything else is the here and now, and how we treat each other. But he wasn’t just an idle idealist, and none of his songs are abstractly idealistic – not even Imagine. No, he sang to us about how we can build a better world, a world with a different economic and political system, and with different cultural and philosophical values; not a perfect world, but a world in which everyone can seek their own path, in which we do not fear gods and emperors, in which we do not worry about heaven or hell, but in which we do our best to be kind to each other today.

This is not an impossible dream. It is a dream, but it is an achievable dream. We can’t change the innate problems of being a sentient being with emotions and desires – we can’t eliminate loneliness, or jealousy, or anger – but we can build a society which allows to live differently. We have built parts of this society before, in the many aeons of the world. We can do it again.

That’s what Imagine is about, and that’s why it’s still so powerful: because we can easily imagine this world.

What is now proved was once only imagined.
- William Blake

I hope some day you’ll join us…

Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked

When not working my arse off finishing Phenomenon 32 (almost there), I have lately quite enjoyed playing Borderlands. The game is surprisingly good – I’m not very far in the story yet, and I’m not expecting any wonders there, but the presentation is stylish in an appealingly mad way, and the gameplay is great fun. Imperfect, but still a lot more fun than most games I’ve played lately. Here’ the game’s intro, which I think is pretty amazingly awesome:

Since I enjoyed the intro so much, I looked up the song. Turns out it’s by a band called Cage the Elephant. It’s from their debut album, and as I found out, the rest of it is also pretty cool. Yay, new music to listen to! Rock’n'roll will never die!

Now back to work. Making sure the construction screen works properly. I recently decided to allow the player to improve his weapons’ rate of fire, which has made things more complicated. Eliminating bugs in this game is a lot harder than with anything I’ve done previously, because there’s just so much more stuff.