Gil and Sarah Jaysmith have adventured from the quiet shores of Littlehampton, on the south coast of England, to the metropolis of Vancouver on the west coast of Canada. Are they ready for Canada? Is Canada ready for them? Read on and find out!

Friday, July 25, 2008

FUN With Your New HEAD (25 July, 2008)

(I wrote this at work earlier in the week but forgot to post it. Thus its TARDIS-like disregard for the fact that I just posted something else. I could edit it, but... bah. You won't notice.)

... don’t you think time is speeding up? It’s only yesterday evening you were reading the entry for May 1st, and now look at the calendar. You’re getting old, you know, when you don’t notice time scuttling past like a plague of chronologically-fascinated scorpions.

I thought today I would start talking about our attempts to have “fun”. There’s a famous Thomas M. Disch story called “FUN with your new HEAD” which you can find online in various places, e.g. here (http://www.art.net/~hopkins/Don/text/head.html). Similarly, although in an unrelated way, we have recently attempted to do slightly less and enjoy life a little more, after several hectic months of no fun. So what can we report?

Well, our Nintendo Wii is a hoot. And has potential for being great FUN at parties – although we only have two controllers for it at present, and only one plausible party game. The principle of the Wii, you see, is that while the X-Box 360 and the PlayStation 3 have gone for expensive power, the Wii has gone for involvement and a distinctive selling-point: its controllers are motion-sensitive, and games can detect how you’re holding, tilting, and moving them. You’re then supposed to act out the actions which normally would happen on screen at the touch of a button. This might sound like hard work, but it means that for the first time, playing a computer game of tennis actually means serving and playing shots kinda like you would in a real game. It’s not quite the same, and you can cheat and make much smaller moves (and you don’t have to run around, it does that for you) – but Sarah and I have suffered minor cases of tennis elbow from playing too much in one session, which is a change from getting RSI from bending your fingers over a strangely-shaped controller for two hours at a time. Anyway, the Wii isn’t hugely more powerful than the last generation of consoles, but it does have a bunch of fun games. The Twines already have a Wii, so I foresee plenty of tennis when they come over next month. People here have liked it in various measures: James got to grips with it quite quickly, while Kim was lunging so far forward to play some shots that I feared for the TV. But everything and everyone survived, so ‘tis good. Our FUN HEAD factor for the Wii: 8 fun heads out of 10.

More fun. We’re watching the Tom Baker Doctor Who stories, all of them in order. Or at least we’re going to. So far we’ve managed to watch the first one: “Robot”. If you ever wanted a demonstration of J. Michael Straczynski’s comment that UK TV sci-fi had cardboard sets and three-dimensional performances while American TV had the reverse, this is it. Amidst wobbly sets, confronted by a comical robot that looks like Bertie Bassett the lollipop man gone metal, and watching, at one point, a 3” plastic tank being disintegrated in a chromakeyed sequence which looks like it cost all of tuppence-ha’penny to film… nevertheless, the actors are pretty much all delivering committed performances, taking their characters seriously, and carving out strongly-defined roles in the plot. The extras are a bit gormless – all on day release from Rent-A-UNIT-Soldier Ltd – but there’s the Doctor, Sarah Jane, Harry, the Brigadier, Sergeant Benton, Miss Winters, Professor Kettlewell, Jellicoe, and the guy inside the robot. That’s nine lead roles. And there’s time to *breathe*. Four episodes at twenty-two minutes apiece gives you enough space for some essential downtime, and because this considerably predates the New Who with its well-done-but-sometimes-slightly-portentous atmosphere of supreme power and supreme loneliness, the Doctor is, while confused after his regeneration, still intrinsically having fun at all times. Sure, he isn’t up against a universe-challenging foe, just a little matter of a stolen disintegrator gun (Earth tech varies up and down considerably in this show) and then against a neo-Nazi cabal of science-fanatics who have obtained the launch codes for the world’s nuclear weapons from a cabinet minister’s safe because, after all, what country except Britain could be trusted to possess such important info? Slightly ropey plotting, sure, but fun. And of course there’s Tom Baker. Born to play the Doctor, never matched except in occasional flashes from David Tennant. It’s interesting that at the time they cast him, they weren’t sure how he would play the role and whether he’d be into performing stunts, so they wrote in Harry Sullivan to be the clean-cut square-jawed action hero. Within a series they’d clocked that Tom Baker was quite action-packed enough to carry it himself, so Harry got written out (“Think I’ll stick to British Rail from now on, Doctor”). You have to admire the power of reincarnation, though. To carry a show through cast changes as a way of life… wow. So anyway, roll on the rest of Tom Baker’s first series – the impeccably-connected sequence continues on from “Robot” with “The Ark In Space”, “The Sontaran Experiment”, “Genesis Of The Daleks”, and “Revenge Of The Cybermen” – is it any wonder that this is the first series that stands out in my childhood memory as being The One Thing That Made Me Afraid Of Being Sent To Jail, Because They Would Have No Televisions And I Would Miss Doctor Who? Our FUN HEAD factor: 9.5 fun heads out of 10.

Posse Guests! (25 July 2008)

We had an absolute Posse in town in July! The Twines came over for two weeks and then the Burges (TM) - OK, Neil and his girlfriend Ginny, who are therefore not technically "Burges" - joined them for a couple of days and stuck around for over a week afterwards. Jaysmith Apartment Absolutely Infected With Visitors From The Old World!

Of course Jax and Twiney have been here before, but Phil saw the place for the first time, and collectively they love it. They arrived on June 30 (I think) and performed Much Sightseeing... Sarah fulfilled most of the tour guide duties as I was at work most days. But I did book a long weekend and we went to Whistler, stayed in a holiday home, went up a 6,000-foot mountain, saw a brown bear (cute! but endangered so go away now), ate lots of very nice food, went on a downhill luge (which was a bit terrifying), watched Twiney go on a zipline (which looked like fun, in the end), and took lots of photos, some of which may be included somewhere along the line. Phil went fishing for two days and impressed his guide with his knowledge. The drive up the Sea-To-Sky highway was gorgeous. And even Jax's 3am medical emergency didn't affect the good time had by all (except Jax while she was ill ;-).

Neil and Ginny arrived on July 8 and the Twines left on the 11th. Burge spent a lot of time playing Super Paper Mario on my Wii, and we also had two games of Lord Of The Rings - scarily, two years to the day since we last played it, in England. We and Burge know this game well, so first Ginny was introduced to it, and then a few nights later, James joined us at Kalypso for dinner and came back to be the fifth hobbit in a session where we tried out the expansion pack that Neil and Ginny bought for us as a thank-you present. It was quite epic and I think James' head visibly exploded several times...

You also should have seen the games of Jenga we had. Ginny nearly fainted from the suspense. Neil and I invented some groovy new moves, which you'd think wouldn't really be possible in a game like Jenga. Also, I was right: there are YouTube movies demonstrating 'mad Jenga skillz', e.g. this one.

But now everyone has gone home and we are all alone again... and, although we love the Posse... we were exhausted! There's been a lot of singing... we've started the summer singing alternative, which appears to have acquired the name "The Strongbow Chorus"... four sessions, every other Monday... we had eighteen people here for the first one, and out of it we got very acceptable-sounding versions of "The Ballad Of Sweeney Todd" and Rutter's "Sing A Song Of Sixpence"... we had Kim and Forsey over for singing... we had two Raves At The Jaysmiths', which were mildly epic affairs, and included me and Neil singing some tenor duets, one of which blew out everyone's ears because we weren't subtle with our dynamics! It was also lovely to reconstitute a chunk of The Incredible Posse Singers - only Justine was missing from our majority lineup. We sang Orpheus and Sounds Of Silence. Very uplifting, and only a couple of moments where our unrehearsed-in-eighteen-months sound wasn't bang on the money. The Posse Rules! Anyway, where was I... oh, more singing... Neil and Ginny learned the ultra-high A New World and we sang that for a couple of people, nearly ripping out our throats in the process (Burge has to sing As, I have to sing off the top of the scale)... and we just generally nebbished around the piano at the slightest opportunity. Result: we've done a lot of singing.

But: all this has been putting a huge dent in our Chilli & Sage time, so over the summer the rule is now: Our Stuff Comes First. We don't have High Spirits or Broadway Chorus until September, so we'll be spending evenings and weekends for the next two months (a) working on our music, (b) relaxing with the thought that we don't have to do anything else, (c) doing other things.

You'll be pleased to hear on our behalf that we are now logged in the US Copyright Office. Look!

CHILLI & SAGE VOLUME ONE.

Type of Work: Sound Recording and Music
Registration Number / Date: SRu000865667 / 2007-08-16
Application Title: CHILLI & SAGE VOLUME ONE.
Title: CHILLI & SAGE VOLUME ONE.
Description: Compact disc.
Copyright Claimant: GIL JAYSMITH, 1970- . Address: 1060 ALBERNI STREET, #2003, VANCOUVER BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA V6E 4K2

SARAH ELIZABETH JAYSMITH. Address: 1060 ALBERNI STREET, #2003, VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA V6E 4K2,
Date of Creation: 2007
Authorship on Application: GIL JAYSMITH, 1970- ; Domicile: Canada. Authorship: MUSIC, WORDS, AND SOUND RECORDING.

SARAH ELIZABETH JAYSMITH, 1974- ; Domicile: Canada. Authorship: MUSIC, WORDS, AND SOUND RECORDING.
Contents: 1. I WANT TO BE A PANDA 2. TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE, TOO BAD 3. I GOTTA GET ME ONE OF THOSE GIRLS 4. VELVET 5. THE SIX WIVES OF HENRY VIII 6 FIREFLIES 7. IF LOVE IS 8. THE NIGHT TRAIN 9. THE JOURNEY 10. ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY 11. WHEN YOU SMILE 12. LOVE, DANCE & SING 13. I’LL RESCUE YOU 14. 24 DAYS 15. AIR CONDITIONING.


Names: JAYSMITH, GIL, 1970-

JAYSMITH, SARAH ELIZABETH, 1974-

It's us! Do not steal our music, we have Copyright on our side! Tee hee.

It's hard to focus on what else might have been going on lately, but we've been watching Doctor Who (epic!) and Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles (a bit epic! and Sarah's aunt Jane is in T4, exciting huh?), and playing the customary range of Games Which Will Work On Laptops.

We finally went to a dentist - with the promising name of Dr Chris Hacker! The Canadian attitude to dentistry appears to be "hygiene, hygiene, hygiene", leading to an expensive but covered-by-insurance bout of cleaning which has left our teeth both spotless and unusually white. On a less enticing health front, I confessed a while back to Sarah that the soles of my feet hurt a lot, particularly in the mornings. I had assumed this was just me getting old (at 38). She researched and then sent me to the GP who referred me to a specialist. Turns out to be fallen arches, or Plantar Fasciisti or something like that... a recurrence, expected at this age, of what I had when I was 15 and had to go to a torture specialist in Teignmouth for various electrical treatments and arch supports in my shoes. So here I am, with new, expensive, custom-made arch supports ("orthotics" is apparently the word for this), and my feet still hurt, but less than they did. Still: tump, I'm getting old and creaky!

More oldness and creakiness next time, including photos if I find out from Sarah where they are. Mwah.