Finland is having a presidential election. And I'm going to have to vote tomorrow, because I'll be in England on the actual Election Day. I must admit I haven't given this election much thought - Finnish politics are not that exciting, they don't even feel like it makes much of a difference what I vote (though my vote does make more of a difference than it would in America, so that's something to be grateful for I guess). There's a whole lot of parties who are all kind of more or less the same (except of course the Basic Finns, who are just scary), and the president doesn't have a whole lot of power or influence over stuff. So I was kind of worrying "what if I go in the voting booth and just can't figure out who to vote for?" There's also my own problem of being in a political flux (can't seem to decide am I a liberal or a conservative, or some bastard combination of both). But after some quick research, I think I have made up my mind on who to vote for the first round, and also who to vote on the second round, assuming the first person doesn't go to second round. And if my second round person doesn't go to second round - well then that will be very surprising and I won't know what to do. :P I must admit I am getting ever so slightly excited about this. But only a little.
I wanted to share this, it's a writing contest for women on Ms. Lexia: http://www.msl
Today I sang and wrote but did very little other creative things. Tomorrow shall be catch-up day in knitting and drawing type activities. Maybe. Unless I get distracted by <forum:Junk> or thisisn'thappi
Last night I had a proper nightmare, the kind where you wake up and your so terrified that you don't want to move or even stir a little in your bed for a while.
The dream was scary, because it felt so real. I was walking along the road that I live on, it was summer time, and the road didn't have asphalt (it didn't used to when I was growing up). I walked around this hilly bend, and from on top of the hill I could see into a house, and I saw that there was a man, naked in there. I thought "haa haa awkward..." to myself and tried not to look, but kind of kept glancing. And it looked like it was filmed for a horror movie. Y'know, I look and he's standing at the back of the room, next time I look he's standing at the window looking out, the next time I look the room is empty, and then I hear the door. The man came out, naked. He didn't seem to notice me at all. He walked towards the garden swing and he was talking under his breath. I noticed now that he was probably mad, and I heard him say "will... hang..." and I assumed he meant himself, and he started fiddling with the ropes of the swing, so I hollered to him "don't hang" (because I'm not the kind of neighbour who'll look on when something awful is going on). He noticed me, and stared, then moved away from the swing and to this weird setup in his garden, where it was like a kitchen: there was a sink and a fridge. And he took two porcelain cups and put them on the counter, then smashed his fists into them really hard so that the cups broke and his fists started bleeding and bits of porcelain were stuck to his hands in the wounds. I got really afraid and kept walking past wanting to get away as soon as possible and then call help. I saw from the corner of my eye that he took some kind of a tumble and ended up with clothes on (weird surreal dream thing that I didn't think anything of at the time), and then noticed how he was picking out pieces of porcelain from his flesh, kind of distracted like you pick at a scab or something. He didn't seem to register pain at all. I was going around the last bend and in between two sheds, and I glanced back and he had a really big knife and some potatoes and he was crossing the road, and I heard him mutter "must... kill." He was kind of addressing the potatoes, but I was really really afraid. I had my phone in my hand ready to call the police, and my brain was going "what if he sees me calling the cops, what if he chases me, should I run, I can't talk on the phone while running, and if I start running that might make him chase me... Where should I go, there is no good place to hide, and sides, where am I anyway, where do I tell the police to come to? What number does he live in? Which route are the police going to come from, if I should try to go meet them before this guy's house (our road does a loop so you can come from either end)" etc etc... I was expecting potatoes start raining on me any moment, and him coming at me from behind with a knife. I saw that someone had dropped their mobile on the road as I walked past, and thought "oh no, someone else tried to call the police before me" and that's kind of where it ended and I woke up.
I haven't had a proper nightmare like that in a long time. I've had dreams that make me uneasy and "bad" dreams, but not "pure terror in the head" kind like this.
Anudder link diary:
A video full of really cool hippie/punky/g
I don't wholly agree with this thinger, but it is win that they made it. And maybe it'll help some of yous decide whether you should work for free.
If your pet was a famous person, who would it be? I think my dog is Andre the Giant.
I found a place to watch Cremaster online! http://www.ovg
One of the Cremaster cycles has some kind of a cowboy square dancing scene filmed inside the old Kirtland temple, but I can't recall which one. So that'll be fun to look out for. :) And to make myself feel better, I'll call this research (maybe Matthew Barney has something to do with my project. She does have a lot of women dressed in white, and blondes in general... And with him it's about the feel of the films, they just feel really weird and awesome. I suspect that the only reason all of Elftown isn't madly in love with Cremaster is because people just don't know about it... I should write a review about it) not that I don't feel achieved, I finished writing a fable for the Mormon Lit Blitz contest, just in time to enter by the 15th :) I've knitted and stuffed some more, made more plans for England trip and shall now retreat to bed for a few hours to read before going to sleep.
There's this really cool girl in the town next to mine, who wants to go to university to study theology. And she asked me to help her (kind of as a tutor) to prepare for the uni entrance exams. Before that she asked me to practice singing with her. So I have a friend with whom I will sing and study theology with several times a week this coming spring... That sounds really awesome ^_^ I'm so excited. It's so cool, she had asked me over to her place to sing and I went, and while we ate together she brought this up, saying that she had been thinking about all this applying to university -stuff, and came to think of me, that I've been to uni and have a masters and maybe could help her... And as she spoke and showed me the books she had to study, I realised that this was exactly what my project reflective research needs next: it's got plenty of reflex, plenty of art history, plenty of feminism, but it still needs a bit more solid handle on the theological side... I love the way things just come together. Plus the song we're practising will be really cool too! <3
I'm also trying out Google Chrome. Because Safari betrays me all the time. Yesterday it forced a reload on all tabs, one of which had a very long message in the typing. It was so infuriating that I turned off the entire computer and went to bed raging and raving mad. It also sometimes forgets to open all the tabs from the previous session, and I have to manually find out where I'm at in thisisnthappin
Today is Christmas Eve in Russia (happy Christmas everybody!) and because of the 'major holiday' nature of the date, there is a lot of traveling. I live close to the Russian border so we get our share of the travelers - and so shops are open even though Twelfth Day is a public holiday. So this morning/last night when I was delivering papers I saw that the hotel had a sign up on its door that said in Finnish and English "our rooms are fully booked for the next night". If the paper had been outside and I had had a pen, I would have added to it "but there's room in the stable."
Guys, check out the Wikipedia article about Twelfth Night (holiday) and (in the box to the right) what is the correct way to observe this holiday :D
So I just finished reading "Harpo Speaks!" and my plan is to now read the book by his son, "Son of Harpo Speaks" and a realisation just hit me on the way home today: this book I am about to read will have a bit in it about Harpo's death. Now I do realise that he is dead from the fact that he is no longer living, but... his actual death is not real to me. I don't know what he died of or when or at what age. I looked it up once in Wikipedia and can't remember. And I'm afraid. I don't think I want to read this book. :/ I'm so sensitive to things in books and movies, those characters are all real to me, and I mourn the deaths of characters like real people. My little heart broke into millions of pieces when I got to that awful chapter 'Exit Alexander' in "Harpo Speaks!" where he tells of Woollcott's death. What will happen when it's Hoppo himself? ;_; I... I might need to read something else. I have the autobiography of Cheeta, which excites me a) because it's written by an ape! and b) because I think Cheeta and Harpo have quite a bit in common, in terms of the roles they played (on screen and in real life).
(In case you didn't hear the news before, Cheeta died just a little while ago, he was 80 years old, which is a lot for an ape.)
Need to get a hold of literature of the times of Harpo from Charlie Lederer, Oscar Levant (he has written an autobiography as well! Amg amg amg, he used to live with Harpo, plus he's mad and awesome!) and Woollcott obviously. And who all else was there... :3
A realisation came to me just now typing this. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I have chosen that when it comes to movies I'm going to be a comedy aficionado. I intend to undertake a serious comedic education here and watch all possible comedies that I get my hands on, the good and the bad (I might skip the ugly a bit) to develop that aficionado taste in what is funny. And writing that thing about mourning characters made me realise that it is a good choice of genre I have made, but also made me wonder if the lack of death and sadness in comedies is partly the reason for the choice...? Maybe not, I do think it was originally based more on the idea of appreciating humour and especially appreciating the difficulty of making funny movies. Like Woollcott said: "surely there should be dancing in the streets when a great clown comes to town".
I appreciate comic genius more than sombre genius.
Enough babble. Time for dinner and bed.
Continuing with the theme that Ira Glass started:
Also, it's gonna blow up with Iran isn't it? :/ The situation down there scares me.
Samoa skipped Friday.
I didn't know you are allowed to do that. But now all those maps that show the International Dateline, or the timezones, are all wrong.
"One day before chemotherapy, I woke up in the morning and went downstairs. There on the kitchen table was this framed photo that had Matthew, Mike (my second son), Spencer (my third son) and then Matt's little boy named Clay (who is two years old). They all had shaved their heads to show solidarity and took a picture. They framed it with their locks of hair under the glass. It was very sweet."
That's right: I link to Forbes. Because I'm a well-rounded person.
This week's This American Life show has a big long chunk from David Sedaris's "Santa Land Diaries". Stories from when he worked as an elf at Macy's, read by the guy himself. It is amazing stuff, you should definitely check it out. Also in the episode another amazing Christmas spectacle: the Christmas Freud. One of the awesomest things I've heard of in a while.
"Freud will be back soon. Stop deceiving yourselves."
This is what I'm doing today: listening to podcasts and bunnifying squares.
Work sucked a little bit today, I had to do a different route and then when I was finished, I had to do a bit of my usual route as well because the other guy who covers for me is slow. If they suggest this tomorrow, I will say "no, he just has to bike quicker, it is not fair that I should do his bit just because he can't follow the list and bike a bit quicker." The baffling thing is that he has done it on time before, I don't understand why he can't finish by six anymore. I remember I specifically asked before booking time off in December "what about the centrum" and was told (by the regular boss, who is away on his holiday right now and we have a "guest star" boss) that the guy that covers for me has been told to bike a bit quicker and he has managed to be done by six. So I wasn't done til quarter past today because of having to do his leftovers, and didn't get home til seven because I live in the friggin' sticks. I just have to manage to communicate this all to her if she asks me to do it again tomorrow: no, because I won't get home 'til seven, and doing this will make me really really pissed off and I'll be biking home (in the rain today, please note, which I would have missed if I could have just gone home when I was done with my bit) and swearing and cursing and blaming the slow mofo for ruining my morning. All of which is then a problem for my conscience because I'd really rather like to be a better person than I am. I don't want to hate that guy. But he just makes it so damn easy. >.<
Take me away from here, Ira Glass. *presses play*
The Antarctica World Passport. Because individuals are not of an inferior status to that of capital, trade, telecommunicat
Have you heard of the ship thing that's going on in my neck of the woods? It's the trippiest thing. So I live in a port town, so there's a lot of international ships coming through here. And last week a ship called Thor Liberty came from Germany, it was going to pick up some stuff (scrap metal) and then continue on its way to Asia. And basically what happened is that the loaders, as they are about to dump a whole load of iron into the cargo hold, took a look and went "hoshit guys stop stop, there's some kind of an explosives sign in here!" So they stop and take a closer look, and they find that the ship is carrying two things: 150 tons of boxes of nitroguanidine
In other news, Finland's been having all sorts of awful storms. This year is going down kicking and screaming. *sings 'Ring Out Wild Bells'* "The year is dying in the night, ring out wild bells, and let him die!"
Guys, I think I can control the weather... >_> Or at least the snow fall. I've been hoping and praying and wishing for no snow and we have had no snow. Except when I said "for Christmas there can be snow. And in Sweden there can be snow during my trip." And this is exactly how it went: there was snow in Sweden, then I came here and 24th and 25th we had snow, and it all melted away on the 26th, so that my work yesterday and today was actually kind of pleasant. So now I'm wishing no more snow this year, and also no snow in January until the 19th, then Finland can have snow for a week, but it all needs to melt away again on the 24th.
And finally, the reason I started typing a diary post in the first place: two links related to This American Life.
Sweden trip going wonderfully. Like, good grief how awesome it is to be here again. Especially Sundsvall, there was so much love there that I nearly fainted. Sorry [Easterling] I totally forgot you live in Örebro, and now I don't have time to try to figure out to come see you, plus you're really busy too so... :S My bad, should have thought i förväg this here.
So yes, hopping on a train to GBG today at three, go see a friend in hospital there and to shops and staying with the person who may well be my very favourite person in all of Sweden. :)
Am seriously considering moving back to Sweden. After the loan is paid. If I can think of something to do (oh hello free education :O Where did you come from? What, you mean I could just go back to university and study something? Nah men, why of course, I'd love that :D ) But it should be Sundsvall. Or maybe Gbg, we'll see how I feel when I get there.
On wednesday evening begins the heights of this adventure, when I take the night train all through Sweden :D
Came home from town and noticed that I had an epic cowlick in my hair. :D Ah well.
Didn't watch either movie, I went to bed and read a book instead.
I am taking six books with me to Sweden (the Bible in Swedish, the Book of Mormon in English, the Christmas Mystery, of which I have to read one chapter per day until the 24th, Hamlet of course, a book about actresses' thoughts on being under the gaze, and a Swedish book called "Diktator Anorexia Nervosa"). o.O I have officially lost the ability to travel light. But on the other side, I'm taking only two blouses plus the one I'll be wearing. And two balls of yarn and a pair of knitting needles. I think my priorities are messed up. :P But then again, I know there will be a lot of train travel on this trip. 'Sides, any single person will see me max three days in a row, so I really only need the three different tops and then I'll just change back to the first one, and no one will know that I'm wearing laundry from two days ago :D Except all of you people now... Hmm, I guess I'll have to kill you now.
One half of my tiny suitcase is filled with presents that I'm taking to people (and I plan on seeing if the airport will sell something random that I can strew to children in Church). So on the way back, there is much space for julmust <3 <3 <3 And maybe some more books >_>
Two movies on TV tonight at the same time. Which one should I watch (day off tomorrow yay! Means I don't have to go to bed right now :P)
One is Kalifornia http://www.imd
The other is Look Both Ways http://www.imd
Overall Kalifornia sounds cool, it has cool people in it (Duchovny, Pitt). But it's on the channel that has ads.
Look Both Ways also sounds cool, possibly cooler (it has animation in it as well? :D) and it's on an ad-free channel, but it's an Australian film, so they probably speak Australian >_> And I don't like Australian accent a whole ton (I knew annoying aussies in uni...) But at the same time, being a non-Hollywood film is also kind of cool.
Neither seems to be a comedy, which is, of late, my genre of choice...
Okay, I think I'll go with Look Both Ways, Kalifornia is R-rated, plus there seems to be an even more R version that is the European version with even more sex and violence >_> Which is probably the one they will show on Finnish TV at 11pm. So yeah, Australians for the win, it's PG-13.
Hey, I just learnt how to find the rating details (why the movie has a certain rating) on imdb. Because sometimes it feels that movies are rated pretty randomly.
I know it's not Hallowe'en, but this week's New Yorker 'Comment' is just scary: http://www.new
The scary bit at the very end (made scarier if you read the whole thing):
In March, at the Cornerstone Church, in San Antonio, Gingrich declared, “I am convinced that, if we do not decisively win the struggle over the nature of America,” his grandchildren will live “in a secular atheist country, potentially one dominated by radical Islamists and with no understanding of what it once meant to be an American.” Last spring, this was a kind of right-wing performance art. Now it is the language of the man leading in the Republican polls, a man who — in the real world, not the alt-world — could, not inconceivably, become President of the United States. Imagine that.
Read more http://www.new
As I was listening to this on the Out Loud -podcast, I was sniggering to myself "it's be great if this guy was the GOP candidate, because then Obama would just have no trouble at all getting second term" - and then he said that last bit and I was like "hoshi, fo real?!"
I'm on fire today. But this made me giggle much: http://chronic
A small article and an awesome list of misles, those words that have a spelling that makes it difficult to find out how it is pronounced. My favourite: warplane (the lane for driving at warp speed?)
You mean I didn't have anything better to do? I did. But I chose not to do them <_<