So what happened in the last few weeks and months? To be honest, mostly work and not much play. My day job as graphic designer has become very busy approaching the end of the year. Not only is it the biggest season for sales and advertising with Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Christmas and New Year, but everybody is trying to tie up their loose ends before the new year. And this crashes down onto my desk like an avalanche.

In addition to my regular day job I have done some freelance graphic design work and also taken on some programming work again: some osCommerce customizations for one client, two custom WordPress plugins for another. I hope this work will eventually lead to a full-time role as web-developer again.

Will 2010 become a new year as a web-developer? I really hope so, it’s been much too long to be out of touch with technology. :)

I haven’t posted any pictures yet, but I did carve a movie-themed pumpkin again last Halloween. This year it was based on Pan’s Labyrinth. I wasn’t able to carve more during the week. And I have to admit that I never got into the right Halloween mood this year. I think next year I should start thinking about pumpkins a bit earlier.

In the little spare time I found I started to knit! It’s the perfect way to relax and forget about the work and computers after a long day. Slowly but surely I managed to complete my first scarf. Next I will work on a hat, then a simple sweater, and eventually I would like to attempt an Icelandic sweater.

I also started playing with a NerdKit to learn about practical electronics, microcontrollers and how to program them. In the near future I plan to share more posts about this as well, including photos, diagrams, perhaps also a few videos and screencasts. I would like to add more technical and educational content during the next year. While it feels good to share some impressions and thoughts with the world, it’s even more rewarding if I’m able to help somebody with an article.

My bicycling and fitness journey has moved a bit into the background. I still ride my bike every day (rain or shine) for transportation and commute, but I didn’t have the right mindset for an extensive exercise regimen in addition to my daily rides. I did complete the 100 (consecutive) push-up challenge. I actually enjoyed and appreciated the little time required to do them.

So this is a brief summary of what has moved my world for the last few months and what will come up on my blog very soon. If you are interested in PHP, WordPress, osCommerce, Java, Javascript and some C/C++ development, Ubuntu Linux, hardware-/software, electronics, graphic design, music, film, photography, knitting, bicycling, and fitness, or just in a bit more about me personally… this space will hopefully not disappoint you. Stay tuned for more in the next few weeks! :)

Adult size big wheels! How great is that?! After I saw a YouTube video of a silly big wheel race in San Francisco I was wondering if there are any “grown-up” big wheels out there. I found some at  bigwheelrally.com… they are all sold out, and I suppose I don’t need another bike… but this one would be special! Who knows, may be something to look into after/if I ever learn to ride my unicycle :]

When I saw somebody’s album of collected autographs a few weeks ago I remembered this poetry album again and was wondering if this old tradition does still exist today in Germany, and if it ever existed in the United States? Next time I visit home in Germany I have to try and find this old album. I am afraid it might not exist anymore. I have a vague memory of giving it to somebody who never returned it to me. But I am not sure…it has been more than 20 years since I used to keep this album.

I think it was a very beautiful tradition not only because of its value as a keepsake, but also because it helped to connect with people on a more intimate, personal level than one would generally allow to happen in day-to-day life. All the thoughts, words, poetry or drawings showed a side of the person one might not have expected before. This book was in many ways invaluable as a key to friendship and appreciation.

To find out more about today’s poetry albums and how common they are in other parts of the world I looked them up on Wikipedia. The German branch of Wikipedia confirms my own memories of the poetry album and adds some interesting facts on their historical background.

At the end of the 16^th century it was a tradition to write name, emblem and a motto into a friend’s family book. In the 18^th century people added a lot of personal dedications, endearments and drawings, so eventually they turned from a family registry to more general remembrance albums. They experienced the peak of popularity in the 19^th century when members of literary circles shared poetry and artistic contributions with each other in dedicated poetry booklets. This was mostly a tradition amongst adults at that time.

In Europe, this more than 300 year-old tradition is passed down from one generation to another only in German-speaking countries and the Netherlands. It is unknown in Scandinavia, Ireland, Great Britain and the Romanic countries.

The English branch of Wikipedia describes friendship books which unlike the German poetry albums are not kept to yourself, but passed from one penpal to another, sometimes also becoming a way to meet new penpals. Sometimes they are also made for someone else rather than themselves.

Interesting… I think it might be worth to revive this old tradition. But I wonder if I just handed a book to somebody, would people know or understand what to do with a poetry album? I briefly thought about a digital version of the old poetry album, but it would never be the same, and I suppose platforms like MySpace already serve as a sort of virtual album without its thoughtfullness.

His vision encompassed the extremes of his beloved Sweden: the claustrophobic gloom of unending winter nights, its glowing summer evenings and the bleak magnificence of the Baltic islet of Faro, where the reclusive artist spent his last years.

Once described by Woody Allen as “probably the greatest film artist … since the invention of the motion picture camera,” Bergman first gained international attention with 1955′s “Smiles of a Summer Night,” a romantic comedy that inspired the Stephen Sondheim musical “A Little Night Music.”

His last work, of about 60, was “Saraband,” a made-for-television movie that aired on Swedish public television in December 2003, the year he retired.

Allen said he was “very sorry” to hear of Bergman’s death.

“He was a friend and certainly the finest film director of my lifetime,” the Web version of Swedish daily Aftonbladet quoted him as saying.

“Saraband” starred Liv Ullmann, the Norwegian actress and director who appeared in nine Bergman films and had a five-year affair, and a daughter, with the director.

The other actor most closely associated with Bergman was Max von Sydow, who appeared in 1957′s “The Seventh Seal,” an allegorical tale of the Black Plague years as a knight playing chess with the shrouded figure of Death, one of cinema’s most famous scenes.

His 1982 film “Fanny and Alexander” won an Oscar for best foreign film. His 1973 “Cries and Whispers” was nominated for Best Picture.

“The world has lost one of its very greatest filmmakers. He taught us all so much throughout his life,” said British actor and director Richard Attenborough.

Astrid Soderbergh Widding, president of The Ingmar Bergman Foundation, confirmed the death to The Associated Press, and Swedish journalist Marie Nyrerod said the director died peacefully during his sleep.

Bergman never fully recovered after a hip surgery in October last year, Nyrerod told Swedish broadcaster SVT.

“He was one of the world’s biggest personalities. There were (Japanese film director Akira) Kurosawa, (Italy’s Federico) Fellini and then Bergman. Now he is also gone,” Danish director Bille August told The Associated Press.

“It is a great loss. I am in shock,” August said.

Cannes Film Festival director Gilles Jacob called Bergman the “last of the greats, because he proved that cinema can be as profound as literature.”

The son of a Lutheran clergyman and a housewife, Ernst Ingmar Bergman was born in Uppsala, Sweden on July 14, 1918, and grew up with a brother and sister in a household of severe discipline that he described in painful detail in the autobiography “The Magic Lantern.”

The title comes from his childhood, when his brother got a “magic lantern” – a precursor of the slide-projector – for Christmas. Ingmar was consumed with jealousy, and he managed to acquire the object of his desire by trading it for a hundred tin soldiers.

The apparatus was a spot of joy in an often-cruel young life. Bergman recounted the horror of being locked in a closet and the humiliation of being made to wear a skirt as punishment for wetting his pants.

He broke with his parents at 19 and remained aloof from them, but later in life sought to understand them. The story of their lives was told in the television film “Sunday’s Child,” directed by his own son Daniel.

The director said he had coped with the authoritarian environment of his childhood by living in a world of fantasy. When he first saw a movie he was greatly moved.

But he said the escape into another world went so far that it took him years to tell reality from fantasy, and Bergman repeatedly described his life as a constant fight against demons, also reflected in his work.

The demons sometimes drove him to great art – as in “Cries and Whispers,” the deathbed drama that climaxes when a dying woman cries “I am dead, but I can’t leave you.” Sometimes they drove him over the top, as in “Hour of the Wolf,” where a nightmare-plagued artist meets real-life demons on a lonely island.

It was in the Swedish capital that Bergman broke into the world of drama, starting with a menial job at the Royal Opera House after dropping out of college.

Bergman was hired by the script department of Swedish Film Industry, the country’s main production company, as an assistant script writer in 1942.

In 1944, his first original screenplay was filmed by Alf Sjoeberg, the dominant Swedish film director of the time. “Torment” won several awards including the Grand Prize of the 1946 Cannes Film Festival, and soon Bergman was directing an average of two films a year as well as working with stage production.

After the acclaimed “The Seventh Seal,” he quickly came up with another success in “Wild Strawberries,” in which an elderly professor’s car trip to pick up an award is interspersed with dreams.

Other noted films include “Persona,” about an actress and her nurse whose identities seem to merge, and “The Autumn Sonata,” about a concert pianist and her two daughters, one severely handicapped and the other burdened by her child’s drowning.

Though best known internationally for his films, Bergman was also a prominent stage director. He worked at several playhouses in Sweden from the mid-1940s, including the Royal Dramatic Theater in Stockholm which he headed from 1963 to 1966. He staged many plays by the Swedish author August Strindberg, whom he cited as an inspiration.

The influence of Strindberg’s grueling and precise psychological dissections could be seen in “Scenes From a Marriage,” an intense detailing of the disintegration of a marriage that was released as a feature film in 1974.

Bergman showed his lighter side in the following year’s “The Magic Flute,” again first produced for TV. It is a fairly straight production of the Mozart opera, enlivened by touches such as repeatedly showing the face of a young girl watching the opera and comically clumsy props and costumes.

Bergman remained active later in life with stage productions and occasional TV shows. He said he still felt a need to direct, although he had no plans to make another feature film.

Bergman, at age 84, started production on “Saraband” – based on the two main characters from “Scenes From a Marriage” – in the fall of 2002.

In a rare news conference, he said he wrote the story after realizing he was “pregnant with a play.”

“At first I felt sick, very sick. It was strange. Like Abraham and Sarah, who suddenly realized she was pregnant,” he said, referring to biblical characters. “It was lots of fun, suddenly to feel this urge returning.”

Bergman waged a fight against real-life tormentors: Sweden’s powerful tax authorities.

In 1976, during a rehearsal at the Royal Dramatic Theater, police came to take Bergman away for interrogation about tax evasion. The director, who had left all finances to be handled by a lawyer, was questioned for hours while his home was searched. When released, he was forbidden to leave the country.

The case caused an enormous uproar in the media and Bergman had a mental breakdown that sent him to hospital for over a month. He later was absolved of all accusations and in the end only had to pay some extra taxes.

In his autobiography he admitted to guilt in only one aspect: “I signed papers that I didn’t read, even less understood.”

The experience made him go into voluntary exile in Germany, to the embarrassment of the Swedish authorities. After nine years, he returned to Stockholm.

The date of Bergman’s funeral has not been set, but will be attended by a close group of friends and family, the TT news agency reported.

Source: The Guardian, Louise Nordstrom (AP)

With Nantarat Sawaddikul, Nu Nimsomboon, Sophon Pukanok

Website at www.strandreleasing.com

The film begins decades ago in rural Thailand, where a pair of young doctors (inspired by the director’s parents’ own story of meeting) hesitantly embark upon a cautious love affair. The romance and humor here are genuine, and will strike a chord with fans of the stylishly shy courtships in the work of Wong Kar-wai. Before long however, this gentle starting point diabolically folds in upon itself, yielding to stories-within-stories, a modern retelling of the original courtship in a sterile Bangkok hospital, and, eventually, a stream of haunting sci-fi imagery worthy of Kubrick’s 2001 and Antonioni’s Eclipse. (from the filmfest-guide)

Hm.. No, I think describing it as a “stream of haunting sci-fi imagery worthy of Kubrick’s 2001” may be very unfortunate and misleading, because there is no haunting sci-fi imagery, there are no spaceships, apes, bones, monoliths, eerie sounds, psychedelic journeys, retro-futuristic furniture or other sci-fi visions. The only thing 2001 and Syndromes and a Century may have in common is perhaps the way how different passages in time were weaved together with a matching element. In the famous 2001 scene Stanley Kubrick links the dawn of mankind with the modern age of space exploration by throwing a bone into the air which in the next scene becomes a spaceship of similar shape. In Syndromes and a Century two different points in time are elegantly and carefully woven together by using common or similar colors, situations and dialog sequences. However, it still feels like a bit of a stretch to mention Kubrick in a sentence about Syndromes and a Century. This film deserves to be recognized as a quite unique piece of filmmaking.

Syndromes and a Century is a film about the director’s parents who were both doctors and his memories about growing up in the hospital environment. It is set in two parts. The first part focuses on a female doctor set in a not so distant past of perhaps the 60s or 70s. The second part focuses on a male doctor and is set in a more contemporary hospital environment. This film has no traditional story line from beginning to end. It is a composition of impressions, pictures, memories, everyday life moments, fragments, “syndromes and peals of wisdom”. Just like real memories, these impressions may overlap throughout very different times and situations, they may appear connected and common, or disconnected and unique, or unknowingly familiar deja-vu experiences.

This film was composed very carefully with a close attention to time, pace, dialog, colors, as well as the environment and architecture with its natural but also sterile, personal or majestic proportions. The result was a very personal, quiet, shy, fragile, charming, extremely beautiful and innocent journey I thought was very refreshing and should be treated very softly. Syndromes and a Century is another of my festival-favorites this year.