{"id":1358,"date":"2009-07-06T14:15:24","date_gmt":"2009-07-06T22:15:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=1358"},"modified":"2009-07-15T10:18:11","modified_gmt":"2009-07-15T18:18:11","slug":"copenhagen-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2009\/07\/06\/copenhagen-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Copenhagen 1"},"content":{"rendered":"

[I wrote these notes by hand in a small notebook, typed them up when we got home, and I\u2019m now editing them into blog entries.]<\/code><\/p>\n

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June 18, 2009. <\/em><\/p>\n

K\u00c3\u00b8benhaven means \u201cbuy\u201d\u009d plus \u201charbor.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

We just ate a big breakfast at the Kong Arthur Hotel buffet. Great stuff. The eggs and butter from this green glove of a peninsula in the North\/Baltic seas. From the name, I\u2019d thought maybe the hotel was Chinese-run, but it turns out \u201ckong\u201d\u009d means \u201cking\u201d\u009d in Danish.<\/p>\n


\n[Death at my heels in the State Museum of Art. I\u2019m glad I beat him to Scandinavia.]<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s raining, that\u2019s okay. We have raincoats. The best thing I saw yesterday\u2014we got into town at four in the afternoon local time\u2014was four men my age playing jazz in a cobblestone square\u2014sax, bass, a vocalist with a banjo, and a percussion geezer\u2014with people walking through or sitting at cafe tables with coffee, wine, soda, ice-cream\u2014and the old guy playing percussion, with drum sticks, was using his…bicycle as his drum kit, ting-ting on the handlebars, a more resonant konk from the crossbar, thip-thip from the seat. The musicians looked so happy, with the honeyed flow of the music like the sun itself, like time\u2014and for a minute there, still dragging my roller-suitcase and burdened with my knapsack (overfilled with last-minute additions like extra shoes and a second camera), for a minute, I say, or maybe for just thirty seconds, we got our first moment of respite after the twenty hours of the trip.<\/p>\n


\n[Art Nouveau porcelain in the The Danish Museum of Art & Design]<\/p>\n

We went to bed at 7:30 last night and slept till 4:30 and then I couldn\u2019t go back to sleep. It was already light outside. I read an SF story in Hartwell and Kramer\u2019s The Years\u2019 Best SF #14<\/em>, it\u2019s good for me to read these annuals, they remind me of what the commercial SF story market is like\u2014I tend to forget or lose track. I liked \u201cBoojum\u201d\u009d by Elizabeth Bear and Sarah Monette. I\u2019d kind of forgotten about this kind of SF\u2014people in a crew on a spaceship. A clever tale, the ship is a living being. <\/p>\n

I myself balk at writing a story with a \u201cCaptain\u201d\u009d of a ship, as I so completely lack sympathy for that kind of social hierarchy. I prefer to write stories about loners, or small groups of equals instead. This said, the heroine in \u201cBoojum\u201d\u009d is a loner of sorts, and quite likable.<\/p>\n


\n[Monster on a fountain in the Town Hall square.]<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever written about mechaincal <\/em>spaceships\u2014I don\u2019t believe in them, I guess, any more than in wooden sailing ships that float the the stars. In Frek and the Elixir <\/em>they ride in an alien living being that\u2019s effectively a UFO, and in Hylozoic <\/em>there\u2019s a living spaceship as well, a flying manta ray. In Saucer Wisdom <\/em>some of my people mutate enough to become thick-skinned \u201cspacebugs\u201d\u009d who can fly on their own through space. So the \u201cBoojum\u201d\u009d story with its living spaceship feels natural to me. <\/p>\n

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We looked around town today, beautiful. Pale blue sky with fluffy clouds, a Vermeer View of Delft <\/em> sky. Windy\u2014we\u2019re in a flat country in the sea. We went on a scenic barge cruise and saw a steeple-like tower on the old stock exchange building. The tower has four dragons with their tails twined to the top. The dragons \u201cprotected\u201d\u009d Copenhagen from fire. On the top of the steeple are three crowns: Dansk, Norsk, and Svensk.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019d read of Denmark\u2019s \u201cherring bars,\u201d\u009d akin to salad bars\u2014a buffet with six or even dozens of kinds of pickled herring. So today I finally had a round of herring bar for about twenty-five bucks. The herring was fishier and less appetizing than I\u2019d dreamed, and I didn\u2019t eat as much as I would have been allowed to. But it was exciting anyway. Everyone\u2019s being very friendly. <\/p>\n

The churches are quite Protestant: no stained glass, no colorful paintings, although there is gilding and some white stone statues. A Danish sculptor, Thorvaldson, made life-size sculptures of all the apostles and disciples. How weird it would be to limit your artistic output to so narrow and conventional a range of motifs.<\/p>\n


\n[The spiral tower of the Our Savior Church in Copenhagen. You (not me) can walk up the outside.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Traditional SF is in some ways like religious art\u2014in the sense of repeatedly treating a small and fixed number of themes, themes which encode certain notions of how the world should be. For that matter, I myself keep returning to a small set of themes and situations\u2014most often the misfit loner who travels to another world.<\/p>\n

Maybe it wouldn\u2019t be so bad to write a space crew-member story, and turn it to my own ends by having the character give space travel to the people\u2014either by (a) perfecting individual spacebug travel, (b) teleportation, or (c) finding some (seemingly) friendly aliens who act as personal UFOs.<\/p>\n

Call these aliens \u201cgubbers.\u201d\u009d My hero(ine) has been warned away from the gubbers by the authorities. In fact the gubbers do exact some individual (or social) cost (like the Hrull in Hylozoic), but the hero(ine) finds a way for individuals to gubberize themselves without having to take recourse to help from those shifty aliens.<\/p>\n

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June 19, 2000. <\/em><\/p>\n

Today I went for a walk with a local fan of my science writing\u2014a media artist named Mogens Jacobsen <\/a>and his media art curator friend Morten S\u00c3\u00b8ndergaard <\/a>.<\/p>\n


\n[Morten on the left, Mogens on the right.]<\/em><\/p>\n

Mogens is a likeable, reserved man. He once made a vinyl record turntable attached to a desktop computer so that people on the web could remotely move the tone-arm of the record player. Currently he\u2019s making five art videos to e shown in a high-end Danish shopping mall. I was amazed to hear this, imagining the weird and transgressive videos that artists might be likely to contribute. And for a mall?<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you film a man having sex with a barnyard pig?\u201d\u009d I half-seriously asked Mogens, trying to get a feel for the parameters of his task.
\n\u201cWell, I don\u2019t work with pigs,\u201d\u009d Mogens demurred, smiling.<\/p>\n


\n[Painting probably by the Daliesque Danish surrealist painter Wilhelm Freddie<\/a>]<\/em><\/p>\n

Mogens and Morten showed me a \u201cfree town\u201d\u009d neighborhood called Christiania. We took a water taxi across the harbor, and entered Christiania from a marshy area that felt like the countryside\u2014ponds, reeds, trees, a barn or two, gravel roads. We started seeing small houses, brightly colored, some with fanciful roofs. Since the \u201d\u02dc60s or \u201d\u02dc70s, people have been settling in this formerly deserted area, seemingly with a minimum of red tape such as deeds and building codes. I got the impression that many of them are potheads.<\/p>\n

We passed to kids on bicycles who were gently and sympathetically leading a staggering-drunk woman away from the roadside where she\u2019d passed out, taking her towards the village center, presumably to her room. It wasn\u2019t like the US at all\u2014you hardly ever see individuals helping or even touching a street person at home. Instead we call in the \u201cauthorities.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n


\n[A rune on a rock in Christiania.]<\/em><\/p>\n

The gravel roads and pathways of Christiania were immaculately clean\u2014no litter, and none of the broken glass you\u2019d see back home. I marveled at this, and Mogens said, \u201cWe maintain a certain level of order on our own.\u201d\u009d \u201cThat\u2019s something we can\u2019t do in America,\u201d\u009d I said ruefully.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s some friction with the Danish police in any case. The Christiania cafe had a sign saying something like \u201cThis is the safest cafe in Copenhagen, we\u2019ve had 6,000 police raids since 1974.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

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A sudden rainstorm hit and we stood under some eaves. A guy near us was smoking a blunt. Nearby someone was playing AC\/DC\u2014they band was slated to give a concert at a soccer stadium in town that night.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you ready to rock and roll?\u201d\u009d I screeched in my Angus voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cI find it a little bit exhilarating,\u201d\u009d remarked Morten,\u201d\u009d That we are walking the exact same route as S\u00c3\u00b8ren Kierkegaard used to take in the 1840s, in Christiania. The very same philosopher who called himself a \u201d\u02dcfly on Hegel’s nose.\u2019\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

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