The life and times of a fallen hacker
Archive for May 2006
Pirate Bay, the biggest torrent page in Scandinavia, if not the whole world, was shut down today in a police raid. The head honcho of the Piratpartiet, the political entity that has chosen to fight the copyright legislation has given a lengthy explanation of today’s activities.
[via pinseri.]
Football pool initiated at work. For the first round games and nine bonus questions as tiebreakers (though the 48 games ought to scatter the scores quite well). Using the same system as last time (Euro 2004), and definitely aiming for more participants (had 30 two years ago).
Ten days until the FIFA World Cup kicks off on the ninth of june with Germany, the hosts, facing Costa Rica in the first game.
I’m more partial to a Brazil visitor’s jersey in its blue glory than the surprising shirt (from mixko) depicted here.
[via teepaitablogi.]
Saw Ron Howard’s Da Vinci Code, and wasn’t thrilled that much. It’s a decent movie, but not an entertaining summer blockbuster by any margin.
It’s obviously based on Dan Brown’s biggest hit, the book that’s sold absolute bazillions all across the world. And selling still, since it finally came out in paperback in the US.
And it’s a very booky movie - dialogue filled with lessons about symbols and conspiracies. Bearable in small doses, but lethargy-inducing when the individual soliloques can take minutes to deliver. And it’s bad dialogue indeed, lost in exposition as opposed to credible discussion.
The actors, apart from a surprisningly dull and lost-looking Tom Hanks put on credible performances. Ian McKellen reigns as the more than a little eccentric rich benefactor, and Audrey Tatou isn’t bad either.
The actors are not able to save the movie from dreariness. It’s a boring movie - occasionally fast-paced like a thriller, but often slowing down to a crawl. The book wasn’t this bad, so the blame lies at least partially on the screenwriter - clearly not Akiva Goldsmith’s finest hour. The exciting bits, even nuances, have been carefully excised, and that’s what dooms the film into the annals of mediocrity.
This is not a glowing recommendation, but neither an utter damnation. It’s just a missed opportunity, a cinematic dud.
A formal categorization for enterprise bloggers has been proposed.
I consider myself firmly in the second category - after all this is hardly pseudonymous, and not really about work. And I’m not keeping the name of my employer hidden, nor broadcast it daily.
Jakob Nielsen’s second web usability book, Prioritizing Web Usability is out. Or has been for a month or so. I’d have expected a bigger brouhaha about the release, so either this has been low key or I’ve been my reliably oblivious self.
Second season of Lost won’t be released until early October, which is quite a shock treatment for us hopelessly addicted. That’s the R1-edition, the expectedly extras-free R2 may be out sooner. Just as it happened with Deadwood.
Finally the date of the last update of the blog corresponds with reality. Not writing the entries on the trip directly does not rank among the finest ideas recently.
On a lighter note, here’s a perfect example why “when ripping off people, it’s important to eliminate all evidence” (and do take time to read the comments as well - the scammer gets involved, and torn apart verbally).
Whoah!
Dropkick Murphys, to whose newish singles collection I’ve been listening to a lot lately, will play a gig in Ankkarock in early august.
And that’s not all, another irish/punk-band is also among the the selected few. Sadly, Flogging Molly will play on a different day - forcing me to spend two days in Korso.
The musical part of the annual Maailma Kylässä festival held in downtown Helsinki begun with Moottörin Jyrinä - heavy metal for children.
Playing classic songs with kid-aimed lyrics is quite an absurd idea, but the guys sure have a killer logo. Shirts of which are available only on the gigs, sadly.
Attended the official celebratory reception for the Eurovision winners on Kauppatori.
An occasion that probably overshot any estimates of attendees - the few video screens were inadequate as was the PA.
Missed the beginning, spent the first two bands in good company and took off when it was an hour till the main event.
Managed to catch a couple of songs by PMMP and Egotrippi on the very crowded square. Probably the biggest finnish gathering I’ve ever been to (surpassing the ‘93 Leningrad Cowboys neatly). The attached picture doesn’t really show the masses, arrived late and was thus near the edges of the area.
Listened to a couple of songs - usually taking a very long time to identify them (bad PA, remember). The president of the country put in a brief appearance (unlike the prime minister who’s been absolutely gushing about the band), and the band launched into their biggest hits.
Which was our cue, started walking away before the masses had the same idea. And heard the winning song while walking and got to Base well ahead of the crowds - a definite win-win situation.
Some Lordi-imitators were present in the audience, but all in all the mood was more expectant than participatory. By far the coolest attendee was a guy dressed up as a construction worker and carrying a poster of Vesa-Matti Loiri.
Missed towel day, the annual homage to Douglas Adams.
Long time, no link. So here goes.
Almost forget that today’s the official age++ -day.
About as trauma-free as you can get. As per usual.
On a “team building day” in Tallinn.
Took a surprising turn after making landfall, accompanied the more cultural attendees to Kumu, the brand-new museum of modern art.
And spent two hours browsing the collection. Which isn’t bad at all. Varies from classic art to rather funky pieces of modern art - of some specific genre, I’m sure, but not willing to speculate further.
All art is domestic - so the mandatory Mondrians, Dalis and Miros are entirely absent. A nice change of pace from traditional equivalent establishments.
The museum is still getting some work done, and the external areas (a sculpture courtyard and the like) were unfinished.
Had dinner in Balthazar in the Old Town. Good, garlicky food, but I was expecting bigger dishes.
No-one stole the trophy during the night. We’re still the winners.
After the disappointment in hockey, this is indeed sweet. And I don’t have too high hopes against Canada in the bronze game today.
And I think I’m scarred for life by the spanish “song”, it’ll take a while before bloody mary means just the drink and not gibberish by the team that gave us asereje in 2002.
Thank you, Lordi.
So, after a 40-year drought, finns finally bring home the prize from the eurovision song contest.
By breaking the previous points-record.
By fielding a quintet of escapees from the set of a low-budget slasher flick.
Never under-estimate the power of pent-up demand for decent music.
The plastic babes and by-the-numbers songs lost. Everybody won.
Exactly how many snowballs are visible rolling in Hell right now? And how many of our porcine friends have suddenly sprouted wings and ‘ cruising the starry sky?
This is a pretty decent consolation for the loss to the czechs in the hockey semifinals. And much much better than almost anybody believed we could go.
Well, the first night was easy - the second wasn’t. Finally fell asleep around six (a.m., unfortunately) and tore myself out of the bed at two.
Gave up on multiple occasions and read through the archives of newspapers that arrived during the trip.
Groggy to the extreme. So out of focus that I managed to break my glasses (for the first time ever) by dropping them into the sink. Do not try this at home. The shop is unable to give a quote for repairs (schedule, couldn’t really care less about the cost) over the phone - back to the old ones from late nineties, unfashionable enough to scare randomly encountered people.
Watched the Eurovision song contest semifinals.
For the first time ever Finland got through, and will participate in the final round.
Lordi, the monstrous quintet representing Finland got quite a reception after the song. The qualification order is kept secret - so there’s no telling what’s going to happen in the finals.
Most of the songs were utterly forgettable. Sweden has a nice Abba-homage (it’s Winner takes it all with serial number filed off), Lithuania went for the meta-song and Iceland’s Silvia Night’s Ali G-esque antics went unrewarded. But for the most part the songs were between lame and awful indeed.
Barcelona are now the reigning champions of european football. Watched the game live as a jetlag-killing measure. First half at Chelsea, but second at home - the former was too full and uncomfortable without a seat.
Slept well as a bonus.
Helsinki sure has changed in the two weeks I was away. The spring is slowly turning into summer, and the scenery is green. But not very warm - definitely felt the cold closing in while waiting for the cab in Seutula yesterday. And ice hockey is everywhere - was pretty much spared of the world championships but here it’s unavoidable.
Got home intact and with all pieces of luggage. So props to the stewards in Munich who came through on a very fast transfer.
Ride got off to a good start after I landed an aisle seat following an extended bout of musical chairs. It was a full plane, with lots of groups that had gotten dispersed at check-in.
Food was just plain horrible, limp pasta on three flights out of four seems like bad luck that is measured on seismic scale.
No sleep, but that’s par for the course in planes.
Had a hair-raising experience at the security in Dulles. Bought an SR-71 bottle-opener/fridge magnet, and it’s sharp-nosed shape obviously matched that of a knife. Fortunately the supervisor called to scene (in a paniced voice) was able to set things right after noting that it’s a pretty dull-edged object. Had me worried for a moment.
Also had my first TSA-break-in into checked luggage. One lock lost, one piece of paper inserted. The new masterkeyable lock proved its worth immediately.
