THE FAROE ISLANDS: The in sound from way out.
The News Review:
- THE FAROE ISLANDS: The in sound from way out.
- China develops home-grown electric vehicle engines
- BBC NEWS / FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT
- Liu Xiang’s great leap forward for China
- Alice Sebold: Extending my shelf life
THE FAROE ISLANDS: The in sound from way out.
Free with registration – Music Week – AccessMyLibrary.com – Jul 14, 2007
–> COPYRIGHT 2007 CMP Information Ltd. A hive of home-grown music activity, the remote Faroe Islands are making a significant musical bid for international recognition. Paul Sullivan goes north to look behind the scenes Located in the eye of the stormy North Atlantic between Scotland, Iceland and Norway, the 18-island archipelago known as the Faroe Islands are famed for their brooding landscapes, Viking heritage and turf-roofed houses. Not so well-known is the country’s burgeoning pop and rock scene, although with increased investment and a thriving pool of talent, that looks set to change. Music, especially singing, has played a role in Faroese society since time immemorial, but in recent years, thanks to a trickle of internationally succesful acts such as Eivor, Teitur, Tyr, 200, SIC, Brandur Enni, Lena Andersen and Hogni Lisberg, the Islands have become increasingly recognised as a potential source of contemporary talent. “The music scene here is extremely diverse these days,” says Eddie Jacobsen of anarcho-metal outfit SIC.
China develops home-grown electric vehicle engines
People's Daily Online – Jul 14, 2007
execCommand(“saveAs”)>. China has proprietary intellectual property rights for the asynchoronous drive motors and the permanent magnet synchronous motors for electric vehicles, according to Wen Xuhui, top researcher of the electric vehicle project of CAS’ Institute of Electrical Engineering. "Some of the newly-developed motors have been used in electric vehicles produced by major Chinese automobile manufacturers," Wen said. Four electric buses driven by alternating current motors are being piloted on Beijing’s No. 121 bus line ahead of the upcoming 2008 Olympics.
BBC NEWS / FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT
BBC News – Jul 14, 2007
The Taleban believe in an utterly literal interpretation of Islam. And they use violence to enforce it. In the frontier town we were visiting, they had banned music and they zealously policed their decree. A wedding singer talked about the hardship of losing his job, but he would not talk about the Taleban. A music shop owner switched to selling Islamic cassettes after his store was fire-bombed, even though he lost a lot of money.
Liu Xiang’s great leap forward for China
Telegraph.co.uk – Jul 14, 2007
“I think my life is quite ordinary, normal. Nothing like David Beckham. ” Indeed, with his unflashy appearance, unspoiled demeanour and no trailing encumbrance of pouting womanhood wearing little more than her underwear, Liu Xiang seemed vastly different from our own home-grown megastar. He doesn’t even wear diamonds, or sport an “I love Beijing” tattoo on his arm. “Well, I think, as a boy, I don’t need too many decorations such as jewellery and diamonds. I will buy diamonds for my mum but not for myself. And, again, a tattoo is something not quite popular in Chinese culture.
Alice Sebold: Extending my shelf life
Dallas Morning News – Dallas Morning News (subscription) – Jul 14, 2007
An undiagnosed case of dyslexia defined me as the nonreader of the family. Stupid was how I felt. In summer I built Barbie a highway out of cardboard and construction paper and ran her over and over again with my Hot Wheels and Matchboxes in a home-grown version of Attack of the 50-Foot Woman. I made a secretive, sweaty universe of the space beneath my ancient rope bed, only to find the dust ruffles, my stage curtains, parted by the snout of an equally bored and lonely basset. Now, in a way that seemed impossible when I was a child, I read maniacally. And I read everything my family did: poetry, mysteries, ancient leather books with ribbons swinging – with two cats, not bassets, pawing them – and old textbooks from the 1800s. If the phone rings between June and September, I am often jolted out of my make-believe world.