An slr camera as a mental sling

I'm currently on holiday, for quite sometime as well, 2,5 weeks :) We did have plans on going abroad this week, but the urge kinda faded out. I don't know whether it's all the talk about flying to Thailand or even southern Europe is the ultimate proof that you're an environmental culprit or just that there were no really interesting last minute flights available. We had been to all the cities available, even lived in one of them so... Instead, I "wasted" my money on a new SLR camera, a Nikon D40. So far, I'm more than happy, rather excited really, I even neo-launched my flickr account that has been in a respirator for quite sometime now.

And today, I was again reminded of why it is so important to me to always carry around a camera, to always document things. The breakup of the ice in the rivers and streams has occurred unusually early this year. So when discussing this, my mum comments "yes, it's rather early but the ice breakup has been this early before too" and she tells me the year. Same thing happened when the past December was unusually warm, a friend of our family could pinpoint the exact year (I think it was in the 1930's) the weather had pulled similar tricks on snow sick Finns celebrating Christmas. And this is what bugs me, people remember things, they store knowledge in the nervous system well hidden from complicating factors like oblivion and they can more or less with little ease pull the information out of there. Whereas I don't. Sometimes, when I solemnly swear I don't know/remember something although having told a friend about it earlier, I'm told "I know you know that". That's pretty bad. And this is because I have to see an image in order to recall something. When I do, or when I'm told the scenery or surroundings of the situation I try to recall, all sorts of information comes to the surface such as who participated in the event, when and where it was, et cetera. It's the same thing with books or magazines, I always know on what page an article or even a piece of information is. And since I'm very interested in time spans regarding the weather, fashion, music, politics et cetera, taking pictures and storing them with a time stamp and a short, descriptive tag or is the only means I have to ever recall anything. Perhaps this is a form of photographic memory, on whose "to be or not to be" there seems to be a controversy going on...

Link herbarium

I shouldn’t really be doing this, currently being on vacation and all, but I simply have to put down some links and decompose the Hemavan conference a bit. I'll keep it light though. There was a debate regarding the exact phrasing of the Finnish sentence, that once won a European contest for being the most pleasant sounding sentence. After a bit of googling, I'm naturally a lot wiser. It appears to be Aja hiljaa sillalla (which means "drive carefully/slowly on the bridge" and is taken from a road sign), an option that wasn’t even mentioned by us Finns :) I really like the sound of it, but this one is a lot better:

-Kokko, kokoo kokoon koko kokko!
(Kokko (surname) build up the bonfire!)
-Koko kokko?
(The whole bonfire?)
-Koko kokko!
(Yes the whole bonfire!)

There's no denying, Finnish is a great language!

Monique de Haas has a blog on cross media communication and she recently blogged an interesting project that awakes the gamer in me. Anyone can sign up for co-creating a game from scratch and once it’s a huge success, you can look forward to loads of royalty revenue. I’m kinda curious on the work methods though, as there’s a risk that the game will be a mosaic of the contributors’ compromises. Karin Danielsson told me about a BBC TV format that is now to air on SVT, called Slutet på historien (end of story). Established writers and authors provide the beginning of short stories, the ending is up to the viewers to write. Evidently, it’s a massive success in the UK. Mattias Arvola pointed me to Comikit, a creative software for children to train language among other things. I need to tip my colleagues working on the Space Trainees format on that.

Phew, now, the vacation may start!

Photo stream...

from the conference in Hemavan added to Flickr.

Jak's narrative

I'm currently listening to Jak Boumans's speech and when checking out his blog, I found a good and extensive recap of our time here in Hemavan.

Enchanting surroundings

The second day of CMID is well under way. Christy Dena gave a great key note on cross media interaction design and she gave a three step method well worthy of keeping in mind:

How to move audiences between platforms?

1. Prepare and motivate the audience
2. Give instructions how to do it
3. Reward and acknowledge the action.

Now, the hills are less than one hour away.

Made up word?

Earlier today, I prepared the Powerpoint presentation I'll use at the Cross Media conference CMID this weekend (it's jolly good to attend a conference in the snowy mountains of Hemavan, as you can toss away a few of the compulsory black cocktail dresses from the luggage and instead add a soft and cuddly slalom outfit) and I'm wondering whether there's such an English word as cross mediality. Even now, Blogger suggests swapping the word to cordiality or materiality and the post-modern quality check Google generates only 523 hits. Umm, I believe I need to rephrase that.

Outdated expected value

I was given a fun read a couple of nights ago. It was a list of ages and behavior, mirroring the fact that in most societies, there are a set of expectations concerning age and accomplished growth and position in life. That is, if you've reached a certain age, you don't behave in way X but instead in way Y and your position in life is Z, not Q. The list, put together by three American researchers in 1969, treated appropriate behavior in relation to age. It was a fun read, and it turns out, I'm "inappropriate" to the max! I learned that "the best age for a woman to marry is 19-24 years old". I've passed that and no ring on my finger yet. Will I remain an old spinster now? And what if I ever remarry? Further, the list defines a young woman aged between 19-24. I'm not 24 anymore and I still believe that I'm quite young. (I rejoice like a child at Christmas when I'm in a flow and there's no stopping my tears when I face setbacks. That's not a typical adult behavior.) Also, the best age to graduate and get a job is 20-22 years old. A rather hurting claim these days, I imagine, when many start a new education after 20 years out on the labor market. The troublesome part is that this list was handed out to psychology students. I truly hope the aim was to illustrate how age and behavior once was, or could be, depicted, not to illustrate how it de facto is today.

Hip knitting

I read in a magazine lately that according to a Swedish trend guru (his name simply slipped my mind as it was so ordinary. I believe it was Jonas Karlsson) it's ultra hip to 1) favor tea over coffee, especially latte, 2) stay at home in the living room couch instead of hanging at the local wine bar, not keeping the telly company but to... 3) craft your own clothes, bags etc. Especially crocheting and knitting is in. I just had to give up a huge laugh when reading about this trend, as this is what I've done for ages. It made me feel somehow exposed to exoticism. It's like when people from the other side of the globe visit your home or local neighborhood and they go all "Wow, this is fantastic, how truly beautiful and exotic!" and they are mesmerized by ordinary things, like a cheese slicer, and you simply can't grasp the extraordinary element of it as you see it every day. The photo to the right here is a proof that my couch is my castle and the knitting needle is my weapon. Last night, we were invited to a birthday party. A couple of hours before, I realized I didn't have a greeting card. So I headed for the couch with a ball of yarn, et voilà, I crocheted a pink peony, glued it to a card and "happy birthday!".