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Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume XLI

A list of countries that should change their name

Look. Look. The world has seven jillion more pressing issues than the matter of international toponymy. But i’ve been staring at maps for long enough that i’ve got some strong opinions, and there’s a lot of confusion to be resolved.

First and foremost: one of the Congos is gonna have to take one for the team. There’s no way about it. I get that “Zaïre” is kind of skunked, but at the very least, one of them should consider making “Congo-Kinshasa” or “Congo-Brazzaville” official, to spare us all the tyranny of having to repeat “Democratic Republic of the Congo” a thousand times until we die.

The other main snafu of nomenclature is Dominica and the Dominican Republic: two countries, both of which are in the Caribbean, and both of which have the demonym “Dominican”, except stressed on different syllables. (Dominica on the -ni-, the republic on the -mi-.) This is not tenable.

The republic is the better known Dominica, but i’m going to say it should draw the short straw here, because it has a ready-made alternative right in the national anthem, which honours its valiant Quisqueyans. Not only would the name “Quisqueya” put them in the élite ranks of countries whose names start with a Q1, but it’s far more mellifluous than the other isle’s equivalent, “Waitukubuli”.

The Central African Republic might be better off going by the Sango “Bêafrika”, too. The name worked when it was the Central African Empire, high on Bokassa the butcher’s tinpot monarch dreams, but in a world of sixty-second attention spans, most of the time, it’ll end up shortened to CAR and confused with a Honda Civic.

We’re getting into pettier territory now with New Zealand, Britain’s antipodean twin2 and runt of the Anglosphere. I don’t particularly have anything against its current name, but when the alternative is this good, that’s hardly enough! Throw off your Dutch trappings and become Aotearoa, land of the long white cloud — culture war be damned, it rolls off the tongue like honey from turned wood. (And, hey, you finally get a usable adjectival form.)

Lightning round! Equatorial Guinea is neither crossed by the equator3 nor anywhere near the other two Guineas. Fix it. South Africa means the opposite of “North Africa” is “Southern Africa“ and is overall terribly generic. “Azania”’s the obvious pick, but historically inaccurate at best, being the Greeks’ name for what is now the Tanzanian and Kenyan coast. Might i suggest “Macrobia”, the opposite of Hyperborea, the semi-mythic land of the long-lived and happy at the very tip of Africa, beyond where the Romans ever ventured? And “United Arab Emirates” is trivially true, but boring as sin. The worst part is there’s no compelling alternative, with the area being an artificial conglomerate of princedoms once called the “Trucial States” because… er, they’d all signed truces with the British Empire. 10/10 naming, bang up job, good enough, let’s all go home.

Last, the bald eagle in the room: the United States of America, hogging the name of two entire continents all for itself in typical Yankee fashion. For all i care, they can keep it: the alternatives are straight trash. “Usona”? “Fredonia”? “United Statesians”?? Gods know nobody’s saying that with a straight face. Plus, it’s really funny when people from the rest of the Americas get riled up online about people using the word “American” for the U.S.

All that said — if they were to change, they’d do well to go back to the civil war, and start branding themselves as “the Union”, rather than “America”. All the historical swag, none of the cringe.

P.S. “Britain” is also ambiguous between the island and the country, but my preferred solution there is to make Northern Ireland the republic’s problem. Sorry, Sir Ian junior, but you’re reëntering the EU, and you’re going to like it.

Stuff i watched recently, December ’24

GoodFellas (1990)

The first time i’ve actually enjoyed a Scorsese flick.1 I love how it uses music to illustrate the main character’s psychological decline. (8/10)

Evil Dead 2 (1987) (again) and Army of Darkness (1992)

Watched as a double feature for the Hallowe’en season — Evil Dead 2 is as funny as ever, and all you need to know about Army of Darkness is that it’s a film where a stop-motion skeleton explodes, and if that doesn’t sell you, it’s not for you. (I did find myself wishing i’d watched the theatrical cut, rather than the director’s cut — the studio-mandated happy ending has so many iconic bits i didn’t realise i was missing!) (7/10)

Synecdoche, New York (2008) (again)

In honour of Megalopolis2, Tyneside Cinema were doing a season of films with dizzying ambitions and variable results, from Southland Tales to Synecdoche. I jumped at the chance to finally see my favourite film on the big screen — and, yep, still a certified 11/10 masterpiece.

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006)

I have a “hear me out”. (7½/10)

Poltergeist (1982)

Steven Spielberg did not technically direct this, but come on now, we all know this is as spiritually Spielberg as it gets. Some fun stuff, especially the motley crew of paranormal investigators, but it’s weighed down by the jarring tonal mish-mash and a glued-on fourth act where they seem to have suddenly realised they forgot a “0” in their special effects budget. (5½/10)

The Fisher King (1991)

I knew absolutely nowt about this going in, so when Robin Williams showed up, it took some time for me to mentally adjust to the combination of his zaniness, Jeff Bridges’ shock-jock sleaze, and the trademark layer of Gilliam grime coating it all. All of it comes together beautifully in a surprisingly good-hearted fantasy tale of big-city redemption. (8/10)

Juror №2 (2024)

I had bought the tickets and everything for Clint Eastwood’s final film — but it was the day after the U.S. election, and fifteen minutes in, i thought, cripes, do i really want to be sitting through a drama about the dysfunction of the American legal system right now? (N/A/10)

AI: Artificial Intelligence (2001)

There’s nothing i love more than a big, ambitious, messy film, and this hits all three. You can see the joins between the Kubrickian rigour and Spielbergian spectacle, but i don’t care. Viva the mess.

Haley Joel Osment is incredible in this. You can totally see why Kubrick thought no child actor could ever pull off the script.

All the tech has this glorious early-noughties Orion’s Arm-style shimmer and sheen to it, and let me tell you, i live for that shit. (9/10)

Summer of Sam (1999)

I kind of forgot i even watched this? (3/10)

🎵️ Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want to Turn into You (2023)

Favourite tracks: “Welcome to My Island” (especially the George Daniel remix), “Blood and Butter”, “Billions”. (7/10)

Se7en (1995)

It’s good. I have little more to say on the matter, except that the title is pronounced /sə.ˈsɛ.və.nən/. (8/10)

The Lighthouse (2019)

This is some kind of primordial film, one that you’d find washed up at the bottom of the Marianas Trench, and six months later, radiocarbon dating would show it to be older than civilisation itself. (Very glad i had subtitles — those old-timey wickie accents don’t mess about.)

Also, Robert Pattinson is really, really hot in this. No man has ever been this Fucked Up. (10/10)

Wicked (2024)

I didn’t know Hollywood still had it in it to pull out all the stops for a big, colourful show-stopping musical like this. Ariana Grande stole the show, but the goat stole my heart. (9/10)

Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume XL

I overheard this fleetingly on Radio 6 (Gods bless ’em, as always) and immediately smashed that like button.

Lords of Misrule 2024 — let the misrule begin!

Lords of Misrule MMXXIV

It’s that time of year again, isn’t it? When the days shrink and night begins to rule. A time for staying wrapped up inside with a cup of hot chocolate for some. But for us, dear readers — we know better by now, don’t we? The time approaches for merriment, mænadism, and of course… misrule. Io Saturnalia, friends.

This is our fourth annual Satyrs’ Forest Lords of Misrule, where in the spirit of the season, i put you — yes, you — in charge of the site. If you write or put together anything, absolutely, positively anything, and email it to misrule@satyrs.eu, come Saturnalia (that’s December the seventeenth through the twenty-third, for those who aren’t up to date on their Roman calendar) i’ll put it on the site, etched in stone for all to see. Temporary defacements of pages are also quite welcome.

I kindly ask the same things of you as years past: no political polemics, and nothing that would get me in legal trouble. Other than that, anything goes. A video essay on the occult implications of Gremlins 2. A rant about how birch trees used to be better back in the old days before Big Nature made them cringe. Whatever you, my lords of misrule, want.

Submissions are open from now until the fifteenth of December, 2024. Have fun, be merry, and don’t be afraid to get weird with it!

—Xanthe

Annihilation: In defence of the Shimmer

Two mutated deer, their antlers clad in vibrant flowers, stand in a beautiful verdant forest, looking quizzically at the camera

Alex Garland’s Annihilation is nominally a horror film.1 Team of scientists goes into an evil forest, gets picked off one by one with cool body horror effects, blonde final girl makes it out and is irreversibly traumatised, movie ends, many such cases.2 But i’ve never seen it that way.

Might i just be a contrarian? Certainly, the biosphere our characters enter is cruel, but i think it’s a useful exercise to consider the situation from its perspective. The government is on their Gods-know-how-manyth expedition into the Shimmer at this point, and up until now, it’s all been military men. Cripes, if i were a sentient self-regulating ecosystem and all these feds started probing around my internals because they want to kill me, i’d develop an immune response too.

The world beyond the Shimmer is beautiful beyond description. It is a place where the sky glistens in iridescent3 waves, where every sort of plant grows from every sort of bush and beast, and where death is just one step in a beautiful cycle of life and rebirth.4 It blurs the line between not just the species but kingdoms of life — flora, fauna, and funga all mingling and merging together equally under one roof. Barring the terrifying human–bear hybrids, that’s a world i’d like to live in.

Plus, it seems willing to learn. In the ending “fight” (cue the noise), allegorical for the obvious as the visuals may be, the alien throws not a single punch. It’s learning by doing, mimicking every move Lena makes, enough to turn into a rudimentary facsimile of her — and even after its destruction, the ending glimmer in her and her husband’s eyes makes clear a part of the Shimmer’s essence is here to say. I say that’s for the better.


P.S. Here’s some stuff i’ve been listening to recently (sorted from “bleep bloop” to “strum strum”):

Mx Tynehorne’s link roundup, volume XXXIX

Ansichtkaarten uit de omgeving van Beamish

Een boom die op de herfstige bosgrond is gevallen, waarbij niet alleen de stam maar ook de wortels zijn meegenomen, nog steeds bedekt met aarde
Een rendierkous bedekt met vuil kwijnt weg in een gat in de muur
Ik moet aannemen dat dit al mĂ­nstens sinds vorig jaar hier ligt.
Gluren over de muur om steigers voor de gevel van een old-west stad te onthullen
Ik geloof dat dit eens een roofvogelcentrum was. Als dat waar is weet ik niet waarom het eruit ziet als een soort wildwestdorp…
Ik begon in de verte ouderwetse kermismuziek te horen, en het duurde veel, vĂŠĂŠl te lang voordat ik beseften dat het van de ouderwetse kermis bij Beamish kwam. Die vijftien minuten waren de meest verwarrende van mijn hele leven.

Postcards from kinda the area around Beamish, but not, like, Beamish itself, you kn

A tree which has fallen onto the autumn forest floor, taking not only the trunk but the roots with it, still covered in dirt
A reindeer stocking covered in dirt languishes inside a hole in the wall
I have to assume this has been here since at least last Christmas.
Peeking over the wall to reveal scaffolding for the façade of an old west town
I think this used to be(?) a centre for birds of prey. Not sure why it was done up like an old west town, if that’s the case…
I started hearing old-timey fairground music in the distance and it took me far, far too long to realise that it was coming from the old-timey fairground Beamish has. For fifteen minutes i was the most confused i had ever been in my whole life.