Uruguay 1930. You always remember your first.
When I think of iconic posters there are some classic genres. Rock Concerts, particularly 60s era, Munich Oktoberfest and World Cup are three that spring to mind. This was the subject I was going to explore tonight, but one minute in I found a good analysis so why duplicate--it's easier to copy than create, right. So in the spirit of the Russian World Cup committee I'll copy this original* and tweak it here and there. Actually, the Russian poster seems to be a clever amalgamation of several of the old classics. *Eurosport Le Buzz
Ball from 62, color from 58, athlete from 30, sunrays from 38. Vodka shots all around.
With its nod to the past the current poster avoids the double design pitfall of dating without capturing the essence of the times. Still, its lack of design ambition leaves an emptiness that make you long for Italia 90. Still, I rate this just below middle of the road, as does Le Buzz.
Gary and I have had this discussion before. I recall a disagreement about his favorite, the clip-art 1978 Argentina offering. Le Buzz agrees with Gary, so la di da. I've arranged my favorites in a spreadsheet with Le Buzz. I'll focus on the posters where we disagree by more than 10 spots (there are six!).
My bias is toward to the older, stylized posters, ranking the first seven within my top 10. But let's go.
Le Buzz Ranking: 1
There are only 21 posters, so it's hard to disagree as much as this. I find it hard to believe LB ranks this tops. It snags the iconic font of the era, but what else, and the color!
Le Buzz: 9
I rank this poster worst and not sure how anyone could argue. This is what a freshman design student comes up with on his 250-pound 1990 computer after a long night of drinking. Rome. That looks like a stadium, lets cut a field and slot it in. This made LB's top 10? "Kind of stylish. A bit obvious. Fine, I suppose." Huh?
It ranked better than this?
Le Buzz: 4
Here's where Gary will enlighten me. I graduated high school in 1978 and this captures the design sense of the times, I'll give you that. But besides the clip-art feel what the hell's going on, a foul in the box? Greco-Roman wrestling? Bonus points for the porn 'stache.
Le Buzz: 21
What the hell, they ranked this World Cup poster the worst and used something I've never seen. Sure, it looks like a carnival program from 1965, but I'm rating the Peter Max effort that is also listed as an official FIFA poster.
Le Buzz: 16
LB dissed this poster because it captured a dark time in world history and it was an awful time. That's harsh.
Le Buzz: 6
England took a decidedly youthful approach during the swinging 60s that's been the model for a lot of Disney-fied Olympic iconography since. Just compare this with the 1938 offering above. Yowsa! Mickey vs. Stalin.
I'm looking forward to Gary's Ranking--I'll add it to the spreadsheet and share it off-line.
Day Eleven: The Games
Football was played. There was great late-game drama if they mean't anything more than ordering 1 and 2. The fun begins tomorrow.
On to the Beer
Croatia is the only team through in group D so who knows what Iceland faces tomorrow. All eyes will be on Argentina/Messi in the other Group game to see if Nigeria can somehow send the titans packing. Enjoy a Karlovacko from Croatia if you can. I actually drank one during the games today and I thought it was a typical OK skunky green-bottles Euro lager. Biboergosum makes it sound much more interesting. "It smells of gritty and grainy pale malt, further wet cereal notes, a bit of pear and apple fruitiness, weak Euro gasohol, and some grassy, herbal, and dank floral green hop bitters. The taste is bready and crackery pale malt, more damp breakfast cereal, muddled pome fruity esters, subtle hints of petrol, and more understated leafy, dead grassy, and musty floral 'verdant' hoppiness."
SPINNING THE CUP with DJ Narthex
Mapa Do Coração
Artist: Ana Moura
Album: Para Além Da Saudade (2007)
Ronaldo missed a penalty for Portugal on Monday, and I’m pretty sure it was my fault.
Those of you who have been keeping annotated and cross-referenced notes of this blog will know of which I speak. For all the rest of you who aren’t me or Peter, I’ll remind you: After Ronaldo’s fourth goal, I predicted, apropos of nothing and largely for attention, that he’d not score again this tournament.
Of course, when you’re one of the most elite players in history, you seek out the best and most insightful analysis available. Which, in this case, is this blog, originating from the brewpub of a town of about 2,000 in North Iowa and written by a few guys whose knowledge of international soccer rivals that of your average, moderately informed sardine.
Right? I think it got to him.
The point is open to argument. In any case, Portugal advances, with Spain, on five points. It’s not been the greatest group stage, for sure. So let’s therefore talk about Portuguese emotion.
“Saudade” is a Portuguese word, used in both Portugal and Brazil, that’s said to be untranslatable into other languages. Google it, and you’ll find loads of essays trying to define its untranslatableness. And these same sources aren’t even united about how to pronounce it (soo-ooh-DAHD seems to be a candidate), maybe because the Portuguese and the Brazilians pronounce it differently.
Everyone can agree, though, that saudade is a feeling. Most describe it as an emotion combining happiness, sadness, loss and nostalgia, often in reference to a once-loved person or thing that’s gone and never returning. A bittersweet longing.
That’s a lot to pack into a word, so it’s a good thing that saudade has “fado” — its own genre of music — that attempts to unpack and express it. Fado is sometimes called the “Portuguese blues,” which in my book works to a degree but not entirely. It usually includes Portuguese guitar as accompaniment, and the singers, or “fadistas” sing with deep emotion and passion.
Ana Moura is one of the leading fado singers of this era, and this was the first song of hers I heard. The title translates to “Heart Map” and, if Google Translate is giving me a good take on it, I think she’s singing about how untranslatable the feeling of saudade is into words. And that the music is the best translation — the map to the heart. I’m not sure I have that exactly right, but it works for me. I love the sound of this track in any event.
Ronaldo puts my prediction to the test next against Uruguay. That’ll be a toughie. Will the saudade go to Ronaldo, mourning his World Cup scoring touch, or to me, mourning the failure of my silly, baseless prediction?
Either way, I hope Ana Moura’s music is a springboard for you to the world of fado. It’ll yield some nice, if difficult to understand, rewards.
Iceland play an excellent Croatia side for a chance to reach the final 16. Better yet, they could be the side to knock Argentina out. Let’s celebrate win, lose or draw with a tasty menu.
Scandinavian/Viking countries are known more for their methods of preservation than they are for their “cuisine.” When that country is an island, even more so.
Hakarl (the national dish of putrescent shark meat that has been preserved) is NOT on today’s World Cup buffet table. Since shark meat is not readily accessible for those of us land-locked, coupled with the fact it would take a LOT of Brennivin (unsweetened schnapps) to make it palatable, I have decided to pick a more festive and celebratory meal appropriate for World Cup kitchens of most regions. After all, this is the first time EVER that Iceland has made it to the World Cup so it must feel like Christmas in June for the entire country. SKAL!
We’re making Hangikjot (Hung meat). This is a traditional Christmas feast of smoked lamb or mutton, boiled potatoes topped with béchamel sauce, green peas, and thinly sliced bread. Any meat from the sheep can be used but traditionally bone-in or a boned and rolled leg (hind) is considered best. Ninety percent of Icelanders consume the dish at least once over the holidays.
Messi misses another PK. Head explodes.