It has been a week now that no additional entries appeared on the blog. A bit of a shame and I feel ashamed especially that there are so many who are now constantly reminding me that they want to make an appearance.
It is a very special day! Millions if not billions of people will celebrate that a winter day passed and another winter day has come. That we get through the darkness of nights and nothing special happens except for fireworks. According to Tobi It’s a day to mark that a circle has a beginning and an end. He chuckles to himself. So far he came up with the best symbolism what’s happening today. Why today? I would be more curious. Marking a sense of continuity, repeated cycles of life is wonderful but why in such an odd date? Does it have to do something with a particular Pope? So where should this leave those secular or other type of religious people? And then, what does it say about dominance of now globalised culture… The gang is excited a lot about it. Moses and the dragons normally would sleep through the winter so this is pretty much their first new year’s eve. We are going out tonight to a friend’s today but the gang stays. They gonna have a real party not this boring stuff with the kids sleeping next door. Well, as longs as they clean up,
The festive days were nice. Wonderful presents, an amusing surprise! Life goes on and the sun is shining although we can only use our imagination to see it or pictures… Still behind trees, buildings grass. Tobi and Elena still take regular trips high up to the sky to sunbathe a bit. They take Blabla and Zigy with them. Recently Moses signed up for it us well. I am most surprised.
Here is an entry that has never got finished from the 25th
The Present Day… and surprises!
At half three this morning with loving, patient but certainly determined persistence she woke me. It was, supposedly, time to open the presents. It wasn’t and although we couldn’t use the classic ‘it’s still dark, go back to sleep’ escape as here and now that would mean having 5 hours short days and 19 hours sleeping marathons. But She managed to be convinced and we went back to sleep for another three hours! I consider myself lucky.
We found Moses sitting among the presents. He sat up all night and when asked he explained this was the only way he could be part of the wonderful morning. Otherwise he would have slept in. Probably right. Besides, he wanted to make sure that from the lovely bows we save from the packaging he would get a pink one. He did!
I wish you all a wonderful time, prosperous and happy 2009!
Wednesday 31 December 2008
Tuesday 23 December 2008
The day before... and after
It’s done. Thanks to our tremendous contributions, our sacrifices and our courage at long last the Sun has stopped being such a wimp and whatever it takes it from now on will spend more time in the sky than under it. And then he will become more and moer courageous till she will become the domionant creature of the sky. By the way, he or she? Tradition tells the sun is a masculine thing, the moon is a feminine thing etc etc... But did anyone know that he is a cross dresser? And that it has been going on for so long that nobody actually knows if he is a she or she is a he. I guess it wouldn’t matter to me but the English language is such that to refer to another person as ‘it’ is a sin against polite manners.
We fond an excellent recipe yesterday:
http://www.deliaonline.com/cookery-school/how-to/how-to-make-shortcrust-pastry,21,AR.html
I recommend reading it and then giving yourself an exercise: see if you can write it shorter
I am on my own for a bit of change. The gang is outside playing in the fresh, crisp snow. Finally I could convince them to gimme a break and leave me alone, besides the library is a quiet place and in these festive times it is hard to be quiet. Ask Lili if you don’t believe me. Another, big plus to being outside is the bright, more or less blue sky. It is amazing how bright it can get, even if the sun is hiding behind, under the trees when there are no clouds. I have almost, honesty first, I have forgotten this in the last 2 months.
The Gang nowadays is Tobi, Elena, Blabla and occasionally Zigy. Blabla is back in the gang thank to his pizza cooking and stashing talents for which it seems he should be thankful because this is what made Tobi remember eventually that he has non dragon friends. The little girl, I forgotten her name has never shoved. I speculate that she missed her train from Helsinki and have decided not to bother with coming altogether. Lili has forgotten about her the same as I have forgotten her name. So it is fine. I wonder if you can guess where to find Moses.
We are a great anticipation these days. I like to get presents and I know of someone who gets excited about them far, far more than I do. She is four and a half and about 110cms tall. Oh, and someone else! Another one to be left for the dear reader to guess. Jen said that luckily imaginary people need only imaginary presents. I started debating about that. That they are imaginary. But Lili put me into my place.
She is a bit amusing on that. You can play anything as long as you keep in mind it is only a game. It’s her attitude. Although she has gotten a bit carried away with recent festivities, yet to come but I blame the education system for that entirely. And I am damn right!
Yesterday we had a small celebration to welcome the sun after the longest night. We celebrated with breakfast so everyone starved their eyes out by 10:28 when she finally got up. Not an early bird.
And the word bird reminds me to the guys I have been writing about. The berry birds who picked Scotland’s berry trees bare and shit it all into the North Sea they were so fast. They are still here. They taking their time. It might be that they have separated into smaller groups this year who have different sections of Europe to raid therefore making those raids a heck of a lot longer. I don’t mind. I like listening to their quiet yet melodic chatter. They are a contrast to crows in many ways as well.
Yesterday sitting outside our office enjoying the bright blinding daylight – because it has started yesterday – I watched these birds having lunch on a tree nearby and noticed 2 crows having lunch, actually brunch, they looked liked they just got up recently then. The crows had a different strategy. Certainly not stinking berries that make your stomach all runny and stuff oh no! One of them sat outside the bin house to keep watch while the other went in to pick through the open bins, and checking around the compost if there is any misplaced compostable waste. They were fairly successful. I couldn’t see what exactly the menu was but looked like a multiple course branch.
And finally, for I have to stop, I am getting glances from the librarian to handle the creatures knocking on the window behind me... They must be getting cold.
So finally, for these festive days here is a phrase I have seen recently:
‘The World is Ours’
What do you think of this phrase? Please let me know. And I am serious. You can comment to this blog, email me, send a message via Skype, facebook, email, or regular postal services. You can call me or try telepathy of you really have a lot of time.
Happy, Peace- and restful festivities!
We fond an excellent recipe yesterday:
http://www.deliaonline.com/cookery-school/how-to/how-to-make-shortcrust-pastry,21,AR.html
I recommend reading it and then giving yourself an exercise: see if you can write it shorter
I am on my own for a bit of change. The gang is outside playing in the fresh, crisp snow. Finally I could convince them to gimme a break and leave me alone, besides the library is a quiet place and in these festive times it is hard to be quiet. Ask Lili if you don’t believe me. Another, big plus to being outside is the bright, more or less blue sky. It is amazing how bright it can get, even if the sun is hiding behind, under the trees when there are no clouds. I have almost, honesty first, I have forgotten this in the last 2 months.
The Gang nowadays is Tobi, Elena, Blabla and occasionally Zigy. Blabla is back in the gang thank to his pizza cooking and stashing talents for which it seems he should be thankful because this is what made Tobi remember eventually that he has non dragon friends. The little girl, I forgotten her name has never shoved. I speculate that she missed her train from Helsinki and have decided not to bother with coming altogether. Lili has forgotten about her the same as I have forgotten her name. So it is fine. I wonder if you can guess where to find Moses.
We are a great anticipation these days. I like to get presents and I know of someone who gets excited about them far, far more than I do. She is four and a half and about 110cms tall. Oh, and someone else! Another one to be left for the dear reader to guess. Jen said that luckily imaginary people need only imaginary presents. I started debating about that. That they are imaginary. But Lili put me into my place.
She is a bit amusing on that. You can play anything as long as you keep in mind it is only a game. It’s her attitude. Although she has gotten a bit carried away with recent festivities, yet to come but I blame the education system for that entirely. And I am damn right!
Yesterday we had a small celebration to welcome the sun after the longest night. We celebrated with breakfast so everyone starved their eyes out by 10:28 when she finally got up. Not an early bird.
And the word bird reminds me to the guys I have been writing about. The berry birds who picked Scotland’s berry trees bare and shit it all into the North Sea they were so fast. They are still here. They taking their time. It might be that they have separated into smaller groups this year who have different sections of Europe to raid therefore making those raids a heck of a lot longer. I don’t mind. I like listening to their quiet yet melodic chatter. They are a contrast to crows in many ways as well.
Yesterday sitting outside our office enjoying the bright blinding daylight – because it has started yesterday – I watched these birds having lunch on a tree nearby and noticed 2 crows having lunch, actually brunch, they looked liked they just got up recently then. The crows had a different strategy. Certainly not stinking berries that make your stomach all runny and stuff oh no! One of them sat outside the bin house to keep watch while the other went in to pick through the open bins, and checking around the compost if there is any misplaced compostable waste. They were fairly successful. I couldn’t see what exactly the menu was but looked like a multiple course branch.
And finally, for I have to stop, I am getting glances from the librarian to handle the creatures knocking on the window behind me... They must be getting cold.
So finally, for these festive days here is a phrase I have seen recently:
‘The World is Ours’
What do you think of this phrase? Please let me know. And I am serious. You can comment to this blog, email me, send a message via Skype, facebook, email, or regular postal services. You can call me or try telepathy of you really have a lot of time.
Happy, Peace- and restful festivities!
Tuesday 16 December 2008
Timing
A new flock of birds came to town today. The berry picking kind. It was a nice little change. We are used to Crows and Magpies. They are a quiet bunch in their own hoarse sort of way. This new lot is very much different. Lively, chatty, cheerful. I know them from Scotland. I remember one winter they came over from Norway. They attacked all those special trees sitting around just holding all those lovely red berries. They ate so much so fast and left so quickly that the trees were pretty much gutted. Not for loosing their stock for the birds, of course not. Normally they would be looking forward to that but these birds ate so fast and stayed so short that they were already over the North Sea when they deposited. I heard some rumours that scientist are already examining the development of these underwater berry trees. Although I suspect it is just one of those urban legends.
While writing this blog Lili is having the best of times not letting Moses sleep. She found her special green glass hanging thingy, sort of jewellery and keeps poking Moses with it. He awakes
‘Oh what is this?’ then she puts it on his nose ‘What is it? So she shows it to him and he says ‘Ah, I go back to sleep.’
She comes over to the study and retells the story after which she goes again and I can her Moses shouting annoyed -this is happening for about the 15th time -’O What is it now?!’
We are expecting a new visitor from Helsinki, Helena I think, who supposedly stayed here before although I don’t think I have ever met her. I wonder who is she but Lili isn’t eager to release any facts. She is gonna stay for some weeks so I guess she is going to stay for the festive days. Which by the way is coming up soon. We will start up on the night of the 21st. The longest night. Then celebrating the morning after with a breakfast to which we have invited everyone we know in Oulu and usually or occasionally hang out with and also happen to still be in Oulu that close to the magic 24th. It will be a small crowd. Because of the timing. They are all gone by then. Only hardcore immigrants and locals are around. Some locals.
The rest of the festive days are almost the same. No Santa though. He already came on the 6th. But we have a tree called light tree and looks pretty much the same as the usual stuff, we have good food and presents. Tobi wonders so what with the not celebrating Xmass then if we really do celebrate it? I need to find ways to explain him on this tradition we are progressive conservatives
While writing this blog Lili is having the best of times not letting Moses sleep. She found her special green glass hanging thingy, sort of jewellery and keeps poking Moses with it. He awakes
‘Oh what is this?’ then she puts it on his nose ‘What is it? So she shows it to him and he says ‘Ah, I go back to sleep.’
She comes over to the study and retells the story after which she goes again and I can her Moses shouting annoyed -this is happening for about the 15th time -’O What is it now?!’
We are expecting a new visitor from Helsinki, Helena I think, who supposedly stayed here before although I don’t think I have ever met her. I wonder who is she but Lili isn’t eager to release any facts. She is gonna stay for some weeks so I guess she is going to stay for the festive days. Which by the way is coming up soon. We will start up on the night of the 21st. The longest night. Then celebrating the morning after with a breakfast to which we have invited everyone we know in Oulu and usually or occasionally hang out with and also happen to still be in Oulu that close to the magic 24th. It will be a small crowd. Because of the timing. They are all gone by then. Only hardcore immigrants and locals are around. Some locals.
The rest of the festive days are almost the same. No Santa though. He already came on the 6th. But we have a tree called light tree and looks pretty much the same as the usual stuff, we have good food and presents. Tobi wonders so what with the not celebrating Xmass then if we really do celebrate it? I need to find ways to explain him on this tradition we are progressive conservatives
Friday 12 December 2008
Kela is closed, Blue bird doesn’t care
So it seems that we have another resident in our house. It’s a blue bird. She came by bus. She came on a small bus because buses for birds are understandably much smaller than buses for people for example. One can only imagine buses for Blue Whales than. Not to mention cruise liners. Asking some certain small creatures whose name now I cannot recall or asking snails with itchy feet blue whales themselves are the ocean cruise liners. She is a friend of Blabla. They must have skyped each other, I think birds still not much into facebook, and BB found out that BlBl is lonely. Although I am sure that Lili’s efforts were, are greatly appreciated. She came and gonna stay because it is cold outside. Sort of. Up to perception the same as buses.
Kela is sort of closed for the last two months of the year.
I lost Elena and Tobi yesterday. They came to work with me and kept me good company. It was a very entertaining morning and we ended up talking a lot about a guy called Stefan. His is a sort of sorcerer, well known in sorcerer circles and I have the feeling that Tobi knows him more than he is letting me on. Through all the talk my mind got imaginative and I became completely oblivious to what was going on around me. Just going through the job machinelike and loosing track of the other two who politely let me to be all cosy inside my head. I later on realised they were gone and only in the evening started wondering where to? I found them today in one of the Saunas. Accidentally locked them in there.
They fell asleep.
A warm shower did the trick though.
Now we are trying one of the two cafes I haven’t been yet to in Oulu. I don’t like this place but what the heck. I am moody. They think it’s cool. In some odd way I used to like another cafe but now really can’t be bothered to go in there.
Kela is closed. They still let you in, let you take a number and wait for a really long time, they even let us talk to someone and let them act as if they were doing anything but they don’t do the very thing that Kela is set up to do. They don’t hand out money!
Ok, that’s an over statement. They don’t take on new cases. Not until January. We were just there, first we tried the tough interrogative measure which appeared to be working against us then came the feel sorry for me approach almost in tears. Tobi was in tears. And she listened. And tried, and talked to her supervisor for a really long time. And yes, they did make a mistake before but yes, they admit to that but they still gonna make up a ridiculous reason why we should go back in January and then they will decide. On another issue it was the same story. It feels odd to go and ask money from the state, being an anarchist an’ all but hey, I didn’t devise this system of exploitation. Keal is a means of trying to balance it but obviously they are failing miserably. NO knew money till January. Slashing budgets in this time of economic crises. Just like the UK, building subs, Nukes, Nuclear Plants and god would know what else should he be.
Tobi is bored. Elena is reading a book I just borrowed recently, she likes it. It makes Tobi more bored and slightly irritated. All these intellectuals. In a cafe. He will learn to read properly...
We are going I guess
One more thing
I felt sorry for Moses two nights ago, still wondering around the door not knowing if he was going or coming or what. I picked him up and thrown him into our bed. He is asleep with a smile. I will try to smuggle him back to Lili’s bed. See how that works
Kela is sort of closed for the last two months of the year.
I lost Elena and Tobi yesterday. They came to work with me and kept me good company. It was a very entertaining morning and we ended up talking a lot about a guy called Stefan. His is a sort of sorcerer, well known in sorcerer circles and I have the feeling that Tobi knows him more than he is letting me on. Through all the talk my mind got imaginative and I became completely oblivious to what was going on around me. Just going through the job machinelike and loosing track of the other two who politely let me to be all cosy inside my head. I later on realised they were gone and only in the evening started wondering where to? I found them today in one of the Saunas. Accidentally locked them in there.
They fell asleep.
A warm shower did the trick though.
Now we are trying one of the two cafes I haven’t been yet to in Oulu. I don’t like this place but what the heck. I am moody. They think it’s cool. In some odd way I used to like another cafe but now really can’t be bothered to go in there.
Kela is closed. They still let you in, let you take a number and wait for a really long time, they even let us talk to someone and let them act as if they were doing anything but they don’t do the very thing that Kela is set up to do. They don’t hand out money!
Ok, that’s an over statement. They don’t take on new cases. Not until January. We were just there, first we tried the tough interrogative measure which appeared to be working against us then came the feel sorry for me approach almost in tears. Tobi was in tears. And she listened. And tried, and talked to her supervisor for a really long time. And yes, they did make a mistake before but yes, they admit to that but they still gonna make up a ridiculous reason why we should go back in January and then they will decide. On another issue it was the same story. It feels odd to go and ask money from the state, being an anarchist an’ all but hey, I didn’t devise this system of exploitation. Keal is a means of trying to balance it but obviously they are failing miserably. NO knew money till January. Slashing budgets in this time of economic crises. Just like the UK, building subs, Nukes, Nuclear Plants and god would know what else should he be.
Tobi is bored. Elena is reading a book I just borrowed recently, she likes it. It makes Tobi more bored and slightly irritated. All these intellectuals. In a cafe. He will learn to read properly...
We are going I guess
One more thing
I felt sorry for Moses two nights ago, still wondering around the door not knowing if he was going or coming or what. I picked him up and thrown him into our bed. He is asleep with a smile. I will try to smuggle him back to Lili’s bed. See how that works
Tuesday 9 December 2008
Zen Garden...
I completely forgot the song! It’s been on my mind for almost a week now, humming it, singing it and occasionally reciting it to the empty stairs getting cleaned at a comfortable pace. For me the pace is comfortable and I am not sure that it is for the stairs but they cannot say for lack of appropriate internal or external organs. They are stairs. However they are good listeners even without ears.
Elena is back and she loves the song too. Tobi sang it to her and I must admit that I admitted Tobi is a better singer than I am. Trying not to sound pity I didn’t enclose the fact well known in about thirty something countries that Only a pile of stones cannot be a better singer than I am. I never sing in the shower. It would scare the neighbours.
It is a wonderful song and depending on my mood, which lately has been luckily jolly, the song incites me to shed tears. Of joy or sorrow. Up to the mood. It is a birthday song which for the first time ever I have heard just a week or so ago. Maybe 6 days. I am not sure if I have mentioned about it anymore, something that should be checked when editing this blog but here is a bit of truth: it’s a blog! I don’t fuss much about editing it! Not before I want to publish it in print. Or just print it for some other reason. So the song after all this waiting: (lyrics)
Turning thirty isn’t easy
Getting older just gets harder
Get your pipe and slippers ready
Old man’s habits now are needed
Gabor’s mood is like the weather
Sloppy slushy Happy birthday
A song written just for me! Sang for me, and a class of music in front of the teacher but I was there… I think it was a special moment for all those younglings sitting around. They could see a live person just over 30! Still alive and able to walk on his own. An ancient creature that probably has to use nappies during the nights nowadays. They are wrong of course but around 20 we all had our misconceptions of the world. Now that I am grown and in the same league with my Father in law, according to him, a real man as he puts it, so now That I am so old I am also wise and over 30 like everyone else became conservative and can say proudly that kids these days don’t know anything.
Last weekend Moses was out and about a lot. Lili making a house for Blabla in the play cooker booted Moses out from his excellent sleeping cosy. He ended up coming to walks with us although half the time he fell asleep at the door. He now just sleeps there occasionally managing to get hold of a scarf using it as a duvet.
We are sitting in the Library, the secret Zen Garden. It is a lot less gardenly than I anticipated. Walls are grey here just the same as everywhere. But there is the Zen garden in the middle. I think once we are gone, hopefully once we are gone they will find out there has been a bit of reorganization. My pals here are bored.
I found a 100 years old book on pragmatism.
Saturday 6 December 2008
Some wonders
Turning 30 is an event that stops one from doing anything, really, apart from turning 30. It’s an event that can drag on and on and on and... well, on. People seem to think that it is important and need to be marked somehow so I became surprised realising that so many people remember my name. It’s fun.
On Tuesday, to be nice Tobi talked me into having some chilli con carne from the shop for lunch. Then while I wasn’t looking he managed to slip in some chilli for that he thought would be a nice birthday surprise. I am sure dragons do have a different sense of nice surprises.
There are reports that claim I actually breathed fire. It certainly felt like that. We had a good laugh though after I managed to get some air back in my lungs.
We found Moses! Lili has decided to make a nice house for blabla out of her play fridge that isn’t really a fridge but truly is a cardboard box. Moses was nicely wrapped up in all kinds of clothes and blankets. He had to go so blabla could get his new apartment. He has been wondering around sleepy and disoriented. Today he decided to come on a walk and sledging with us but he fell asleep at the door while we were getting ready so we just left him behind. I think he is still there. Since there is a party tonight to celebrate a whole bunch of things in this house it will be a good idea to put him somewhere else. Tobi is saying he might take Moses with him. He is going out to a friend’s place, not strong on many people in the same place.
I feel important. It’s a nice feeling. From now on I will turn 30 every year. So I can feel so important all the time. We will see how it goes
Monday 1 December 2008
From saviour to Villain?
The excitement of snow has worn off. Certainly looks like that around us. Last week we had that fantastic lot and now it’s all melting. It is a bit of a shame. Cycling in sludge though is a terrible great fun especially holding on to cleaning equipment while there are TWO dragons share the back. Little that space is for them however cosy they might get. Tobi today fell off. An act of knightmenship. Elena lost balance and could only regain moving to where he was. So he fell off to help her stay on. I didn’t have time to laugh in all the sliding and balancing, swinging and wild flapping of wings.
Otherwise these days they spend a lot of the time in one of the many Saunas we clean. Although I managed to agree, I think it has to do something with the positive vibes going on, that they give me a help at least with the saunas. My co-workers wonder how come I get my job done so quickly. I tell them I work hard and actually I do because house dragons aren’t that much help actually. Especially when it comes to cleaning which I think is a big underperformance on their name.
Last week we were beginning to believe that next spring Magpie mums and dads will sing songs of us at Virkakatu 5 who feed them through winter. Which would have come to a disappointing realisation come next winter because we will be gone and the next tenants might keep their 15 cats on the balcony.
Weekend came and Magpies didn’t collect their food. I discarded my concerns thinking that magpie anthropologists or to be more precise although there probably is another term, so human magpie-anthropologists got it all wrong and these curious birds do not collect food in little holes they dig to merely just stockpile them oh no! They gather up so they can take the weekend off and party! I thought but then came Monday and it’s passed now but the birds didn’t come. I wonder, it might be that the last bits of bread I put out on Friday were not to their taste. They may have gone bad rather then dry and I’ve given them a bed stomach so we are off the preferred dine out destinations list. It could also be that they just don’t like rye bread. I don’t blame them although I know come time we leave Finland I will miss it.
I don’t know if scaring them away now is good or bed. On the one hand there is the next generation counting on us for quality easy access food in plenty but getting only 15 cats on the other hand another winter where everyone have to work their socks off as usual.
It all depends I guess on whether Magpies are like 20th century humans, care only about their on generation or they are into that sustainability and harmonious Gaia thing. The worst bit is that I will never know. My Magpie is rather lousy.
BlaBla, do you remember Blabla? He is rather lonely now. Got kind of forgotten and left out in the big excitement of south american church going and dragons only club attitude. Lili fortunately has noticed. Today for example she has prepared him a very nice plum soup and something else I didn’t really want to it, it had some odd ingredients. She even fetched some cat food for him when he was still hungry and made him a nice bed. She shut the lights and closed the door to her room, only sneaking in quietly every now and again to get something out for playing with while he was asleep. Later on when blabla woke up she played some jumping game with him. Very kind of her. Considerate.
Reminder for all: should you meet racism remind yourselves that other one, however despicable his acts might be is a human being. Just because someone denies himself humanity we shall not deny it from them. With that I would follow some more on Bakunin’s ideas. We can be free only by allowing one and other, by recognising the human being in each other
Otherwise these days they spend a lot of the time in one of the many Saunas we clean. Although I managed to agree, I think it has to do something with the positive vibes going on, that they give me a help at least with the saunas. My co-workers wonder how come I get my job done so quickly. I tell them I work hard and actually I do because house dragons aren’t that much help actually. Especially when it comes to cleaning which I think is a big underperformance on their name.
Last week we were beginning to believe that next spring Magpie mums and dads will sing songs of us at Virkakatu 5 who feed them through winter. Which would have come to a disappointing realisation come next winter because we will be gone and the next tenants might keep their 15 cats on the balcony.
Weekend came and Magpies didn’t collect their food. I discarded my concerns thinking that magpie anthropologists or to be more precise although there probably is another term, so human magpie-anthropologists got it all wrong and these curious birds do not collect food in little holes they dig to merely just stockpile them oh no! They gather up so they can take the weekend off and party! I thought but then came Monday and it’s passed now but the birds didn’t come. I wonder, it might be that the last bits of bread I put out on Friday were not to their taste. They may have gone bad rather then dry and I’ve given them a bed stomach so we are off the preferred dine out destinations list. It could also be that they just don’t like rye bread. I don’t blame them although I know come time we leave Finland I will miss it.
I don’t know if scaring them away now is good or bed. On the one hand there is the next generation counting on us for quality easy access food in plenty but getting only 15 cats on the other hand another winter where everyone have to work their socks off as usual.
It all depends I guess on whether Magpies are like 20th century humans, care only about their on generation or they are into that sustainability and harmonious Gaia thing. The worst bit is that I will never know. My Magpie is rather lousy.
BlaBla, do you remember Blabla? He is rather lonely now. Got kind of forgotten and left out in the big excitement of south american church going and dragons only club attitude. Lili fortunately has noticed. Today for example she has prepared him a very nice plum soup and something else I didn’t really want to it, it had some odd ingredients. She even fetched some cat food for him when he was still hungry and made him a nice bed. She shut the lights and closed the door to her room, only sneaking in quietly every now and again to get something out for playing with while he was asleep. Later on when blabla woke up she played some jumping game with him. Very kind of her. Considerate.
Reminder for all: should you meet racism remind yourselves that other one, however despicable his acts might be is a human being. Just because someone denies himself humanity we shall not deny it from them. With that I would follow some more on Bakunin’s ideas. We can be free only by allowing one and other, by recognising the human being in each other
Tuesday 25 November 2008
I wish I had a Mall!!!
I was tired, have been walking for some hours. My feet begun to feel like prunes soaked in cold milk. Very cold milk. My legs, my thighs were stones that were about to crush every step and I haven’t managed to meet up with Santa either. My spirit was crushed and Tobi had to be carried, crying in the darkness surrounded only by snowflakes falling and people shopping for the Big XM or just for the habit… I sat down on Rotuari on the steps of the fountain that is only a fountain for 5 months of the year.
Apparently it is immoral, abnormal and antisocial. A police car, a van stopped, engines running. Inside two guys wearing immaculate uniforms fitting wonderfully their pail skin, blue eyes and short, blond hair. They had a video camera and somehow I managed to be recorded by it. I must have aroused suspicion, the way I was sitting there, cup, a paper cup with steaming coffee - I know, but I have 3 a week - in one hand and a cigarette in another. It’s winter. And I sat down outside. Maybe a drunkard! Worst! A terrorist! Worst! The devil! WORST!!! Anti Consumerist otherwise peaceful and innocent bystander!!!!
It’s wasn’t Tobi. He wasn’t there. He went inside to the loo. To Bisketi and I think he must have met some friend or just someone friendly or the Pullas and other bakes must have looked so good that he couldn’t leave for a while. He caught up with me at home and we had dinner together. The whole family.
We didn’t manage to meet Santa in town. Wanted to talk to him about something but he is ever so elusive. I don’t know what’s going on. You think I could just call him but he doesn’t have a phone. Of course one could skype him but I heard that his laptop has been sort of nicked by the elves and the skype connection became a hotline to Amnesty. By the elves. They slaves. They have given up their free roaming, independent and noble savage lifestyle dictated by spirit, the very inner spirit we all have. Freedom. They have compromised for that spirit cannot exist without maintaining its material vessel, the body. Thus elven society was born and subdued to Santa’s reign. (In Finland at least, north of Oulu) In return for giving up freedom they have achieved the physical security but the price is incomprehensible. Now they are trying to get amnesty international to take up their case. Help them brake free from slavery. Unfortunately Amnesty only takes on high profile, winnable cases and we all know that Elves are low profile creatures. Ask any child. Has any of them ever actually really seen one? Of course not. Right?
Elves should know, and if any of you are reading know than that Santa is a slave himself! A 24/7 availability thing. Almost like a prime minister but worst. And of course while it is easy to rise up against a physical structure, a state of oppression if you like it is impossible to rise against the fabric that it is sown from; for elves are a product of their society, a source in essence of their own misery.
I promised no politics yesterday, If my memory doesn’t cheat me but it shouldn’t! I am only coming up 30 not 70...
I wish I was a dragon. They live practically forever.
Tobi says it’s boring. The grass is always green somewhere else eh?
Right now probably under a lot of snow.
We scared a dog out of its skin today. Unfortunately there was no visual. I banged the mopping device against a door by accident. The dog must have been lying just on the other side and although we often get barked at from behind doors by four legged ones who think that we are going to scrub or steal away their precious PVC flooring from the corridors this one was different. It was funny. We really gave it a fright. Tobi still laughing outside fell and rolled in the snow then wanted to get under my coat for comfort. That wasn’t funny. He managed an passer byes looked at me with that typical condemning look where they try to look as if not condemning but one can really tell. Which they know. And they know that you know but they don’t mind it really so much so of course it is curious than why try hiding it?
I guess for the sake of typing.
The keyboard probably tastes of Duck flavoured Noodle soup. I am not licking it. Maybe Tobi will clean it off later…
Yeah, Channel 4 news has grown boring. What’s on the news anyway? I can tell! Wanna know?
Gordon Brown got to gambling, serious gambling
Obama really should be sitting in the oval thingy cause he already calls the shots anyway
It’s scary that people maybe have less money to do their big XM shopping this year, is the world gonna end?
As for the rest of the world? ‘The rest is silence’
So Mikhail Bakunin is an interesting read. Something thay you wont find out from 4news
I hear he really couldn’t stand Marx
The title…
Apparently it is immoral, abnormal and antisocial. A police car, a van stopped, engines running. Inside two guys wearing immaculate uniforms fitting wonderfully their pail skin, blue eyes and short, blond hair. They had a video camera and somehow I managed to be recorded by it. I must have aroused suspicion, the way I was sitting there, cup, a paper cup with steaming coffee - I know, but I have 3 a week - in one hand and a cigarette in another. It’s winter. And I sat down outside. Maybe a drunkard! Worst! A terrorist! Worst! The devil! WORST!!! Anti Consumerist otherwise peaceful and innocent bystander!!!!
It’s wasn’t Tobi. He wasn’t there. He went inside to the loo. To Bisketi and I think he must have met some friend or just someone friendly or the Pullas and other bakes must have looked so good that he couldn’t leave for a while. He caught up with me at home and we had dinner together. The whole family.
We didn’t manage to meet Santa in town. Wanted to talk to him about something but he is ever so elusive. I don’t know what’s going on. You think I could just call him but he doesn’t have a phone. Of course one could skype him but I heard that his laptop has been sort of nicked by the elves and the skype connection became a hotline to Amnesty. By the elves. They slaves. They have given up their free roaming, independent and noble savage lifestyle dictated by spirit, the very inner spirit we all have. Freedom. They have compromised for that spirit cannot exist without maintaining its material vessel, the body. Thus elven society was born and subdued to Santa’s reign. (In Finland at least, north of Oulu) In return for giving up freedom they have achieved the physical security but the price is incomprehensible. Now they are trying to get amnesty international to take up their case. Help them brake free from slavery. Unfortunately Amnesty only takes on high profile, winnable cases and we all know that Elves are low profile creatures. Ask any child. Has any of them ever actually really seen one? Of course not. Right?
Elves should know, and if any of you are reading know than that Santa is a slave himself! A 24/7 availability thing. Almost like a prime minister but worst. And of course while it is easy to rise up against a physical structure, a state of oppression if you like it is impossible to rise against the fabric that it is sown from; for elves are a product of their society, a source in essence of their own misery.
I promised no politics yesterday, If my memory doesn’t cheat me but it shouldn’t! I am only coming up 30 not 70...
I wish I was a dragon. They live practically forever.
Tobi says it’s boring. The grass is always green somewhere else eh?
Right now probably under a lot of snow.
We scared a dog out of its skin today. Unfortunately there was no visual. I banged the mopping device against a door by accident. The dog must have been lying just on the other side and although we often get barked at from behind doors by four legged ones who think that we are going to scrub or steal away their precious PVC flooring from the corridors this one was different. It was funny. We really gave it a fright. Tobi still laughing outside fell and rolled in the snow then wanted to get under my coat for comfort. That wasn’t funny. He managed an passer byes looked at me with that typical condemning look where they try to look as if not condemning but one can really tell. Which they know. And they know that you know but they don’t mind it really so much so of course it is curious than why try hiding it?
I guess for the sake of typing.
The keyboard probably tastes of Duck flavoured Noodle soup. I am not licking it. Maybe Tobi will clean it off later…
Yeah, Channel 4 news has grown boring. What’s on the news anyway? I can tell! Wanna know?
Gordon Brown got to gambling, serious gambling
Obama really should be sitting in the oval thingy cause he already calls the shots anyway
It’s scary that people maybe have less money to do their big XM shopping this year, is the world gonna end?
As for the rest of the world? ‘The rest is silence’
So Mikhail Bakunin is an interesting read. Something thay you wont find out from 4news
I hear he really couldn’t stand Marx
The title…
Sunday 23 November 2008
Gush! It’s dark!!!!
…and with that I feel like I shouldn’t be writing anything else in good keeping with this last week.
But again! I feel the duty in this blog. Even some enthusiastic calling.
And a dragon who by the way I have learned from Lili has got a friend. Smirky smile when I ask about it. Her name is Elena. She is just a friend of some sort I am told. Interesting. I am only a little disappointed I had to find out from Lili. But I guess Tobi can talk and share with others too.
I guess they must have met in Brazil about a week ago when Tobi was there on church adventures which he kind of liked, the adventures but came to the same conclusion as me about the content. Oh well!
Trying to remember this past week and I realise that I should have been writing more often. Or at least I should make some notes for it is difficult to remember highlight events in his absence while he is mostly quiet about the adventures in the sunshine, wild churches and stuff. I don’t know though. It joust sound so Finnish to me. I wonder… has she just made it up?! I mean Lili.
But why would he be so aloof about it?
Dropping it the thing to do.
I met an interesting magpie. In fact I have met a lot of interesting birds the last week. I think it probably has a link with the new habit of reusing the old bread we happen to accumulate in our house as bird feed. One of these days I deposited a vast amount of crumbs outside our office at Yliopisto katu 16 when I arrived at work. It was cold. Dark and everything felt empty. All but me were asleep at 05:54.
Couple of hours later I sat outside on the bench enjoying a warm cup of tea and anticipating sunrise only 23 minutes away by then when this guy appeared. First he landed on the spot where I left the crumbs earlier then he came and sat on the roof a few meters away from where I sat. He stuck his dead over the edge and looked at me curiously. Then he came closer and tried to motion - I don’t understand magpie you know, not well at least - so he tried to show me with his head where the food should be. He flew there again and looked at me questioningly ‘are you really so dumb that you don’t get what I’m trying to say here buddy?’ I told him I understood when he came back again to the edge of the roof but I think his Human was rustier than my Magpie. Similar stories happened outside our house with different kinds.
The absolute highlight of the week however was going to town with Lili to watch a Hungarian made movie, a piece screened during the International Children’s Film Festival. I thought it would be great to see something in the cinema in Hungarian. Some people walked out after 20 minutes and I was tempted to join. The makers thought that making a 70 minutes long show without talking in it is a wonderful idea. I disagreed. Lili was bored out of her head but did not want to leave. It was not fun!
The wind is howling outside throwing snow around as if it was just some light fluffy substance. Darkness is permanent now if one blinks at midday. Winter is moving in and although South wind has had some revival… she is gone now. I dream of being somewhere else…
Brazil… Sunshine…
But again! I feel the duty in this blog. Even some enthusiastic calling.
And a dragon who by the way I have learned from Lili has got a friend. Smirky smile when I ask about it. Her name is Elena. She is just a friend of some sort I am told. Interesting. I am only a little disappointed I had to find out from Lili. But I guess Tobi can talk and share with others too.
I guess they must have met in Brazil about a week ago when Tobi was there on church adventures which he kind of liked, the adventures but came to the same conclusion as me about the content. Oh well!
Trying to remember this past week and I realise that I should have been writing more often. Or at least I should make some notes for it is difficult to remember highlight events in his absence while he is mostly quiet about the adventures in the sunshine, wild churches and stuff. I don’t know though. It joust sound so Finnish to me. I wonder… has she just made it up?! I mean Lili.
But why would he be so aloof about it?
Dropping it the thing to do.
I met an interesting magpie. In fact I have met a lot of interesting birds the last week. I think it probably has a link with the new habit of reusing the old bread we happen to accumulate in our house as bird feed. One of these days I deposited a vast amount of crumbs outside our office at Yliopisto katu 16 when I arrived at work. It was cold. Dark and everything felt empty. All but me were asleep at 05:54.
Couple of hours later I sat outside on the bench enjoying a warm cup of tea and anticipating sunrise only 23 minutes away by then when this guy appeared. First he landed on the spot where I left the crumbs earlier then he came and sat on the roof a few meters away from where I sat. He stuck his dead over the edge and looked at me curiously. Then he came closer and tried to motion - I don’t understand magpie you know, not well at least - so he tried to show me with his head where the food should be. He flew there again and looked at me questioningly ‘are you really so dumb that you don’t get what I’m trying to say here buddy?’ I told him I understood when he came back again to the edge of the roof but I think his Human was rustier than my Magpie. Similar stories happened outside our house with different kinds.
The absolute highlight of the week however was going to town with Lili to watch a Hungarian made movie, a piece screened during the International Children’s Film Festival. I thought it would be great to see something in the cinema in Hungarian. Some people walked out after 20 minutes and I was tempted to join. The makers thought that making a 70 minutes long show without talking in it is a wonderful idea. I disagreed. Lili was bored out of her head but did not want to leave. It was not fun!
The wind is howling outside throwing snow around as if it was just some light fluffy substance. Darkness is permanent now if one blinks at midday. Winter is moving in and although South wind has had some revival… she is gone now. I dream of being somewhere else…
Brazil… Sunshine…
Saturday 15 November 2008
Psychology of Friday and some other stuff
It was Friday yesterday. Really it is Friday every Friday. How thrilling. I realised that it was Friday for me as well. The past year I haven’t enjoyed this fantastic day with the rest of you who probably did. No. I worked through all weekends and learnt how to block the feeling of Friday eventually completely eradicating it from my mind.
Tobi hasn’t a clue what I am talking about and he didn’t have yesterday either till I taught him how to tap into the energy I only rediscovered for myself again this most recent Friday. Enough to imagine Europe. 200-300, perhaps 400 or maybe 500-600 million people, depends on what you count as Europe. A lot of people anyway and so many of them Friday afternoon finishes work for the week and feels genuinely happy to be free from this burden for the coming two days. All that similar feelings join up somehow strengthening, reassuring one and other till participants feel happier and more relived than they really have reason to be so. Quite like at new year’s eve when in the same instants in any time zone hundreds of millions go wildly happy not knowing why really.
Tobi at this point was puzzled so I begun to explain from a spiritual perspective. What happens in a decent church for instance. Participants’ prayers through a mass focus great energy which in return generates more energy - just by the nature of the universe - till everyone is wild with joy. It’s quite nice when happens and when I was younger, much younger I did have a bit of a hobby seeking out different churches trying to get carried away in this occasional euphoria till I eventually concluded that I cannot there because the content of thoughts was incompatible with my otherwise open mind.
We only managed to contact with Friday mood for a very brief period, after all, I had to overcome old and well built defences in my system and Tobi is just generally slow and unfocused. It gave him a high though and now finding out about the churches and stuff he is desperate to try them for himself. I don’t know hat to think about it, should I advise him into a direction where he surely will find this phenomenon or should I send him in a direction where he will find boredom and guilt hoping he will shortly get discouraged? Perhaps I should let him discover the whole thing for himself. Would be the wisest.
Otherwise the days pass just the ways one would expect from them. Kela, which I thought to love me seems to have forgotten that I approached it with new ideas of getting money… I will have to go again. Snow has fallen again although not enough to build much other than a penguin. Nothing against penguins, don’t misinterpret my words. That goes to other things written above as well!
The snow was preceded with a frost of minus 7 Celsius. Tobi once again thought it was fairly cold. Almost as harsh language as last time used but maybe somewhat lighter. I could be getting used to it but I hope to believe that isn’t the case. The new job provides him with serious comforts however for days when the cold hits. Which days will be more and more frequent fro the coming 3 months till the temperature rising to minus 15 Celsius will feel like a wonderful relief. A heat wave
Sauna!
There are lots of them and as with my colleagues we are trusted with cleaning them all we have the keys thus Tobi has places to be warm. I pointed out to him to be careful. Do not stay too long for the danger of falling asleep in there is incalculably high at this time of the year. So far he has been doing good.
Lili and I went for a walk today to the post office which is by the way closed on Saturday mornings. They not popular with me now. I explained to Lili my new line of work. She wondered why people cannot just clean the staircases in their own houses (blocks), why do I have to do it? Well, it is a question that could have a very long answer explaining specialisation of professions and jobs through the process of building a capitalist
Tobi hasn’t a clue what I am talking about and he didn’t have yesterday either till I taught him how to tap into the energy I only rediscovered for myself again this most recent Friday. Enough to imagine Europe. 200-300, perhaps 400 or maybe 500-600 million people, depends on what you count as Europe. A lot of people anyway and so many of them Friday afternoon finishes work for the week and feels genuinely happy to be free from this burden for the coming two days. All that similar feelings join up somehow strengthening, reassuring one and other till participants feel happier and more relived than they really have reason to be so. Quite like at new year’s eve when in the same instants in any time zone hundreds of millions go wildly happy not knowing why really.
Tobi at this point was puzzled so I begun to explain from a spiritual perspective. What happens in a decent church for instance. Participants’ prayers through a mass focus great energy which in return generates more energy - just by the nature of the universe - till everyone is wild with joy. It’s quite nice when happens and when I was younger, much younger I did have a bit of a hobby seeking out different churches trying to get carried away in this occasional euphoria till I eventually concluded that I cannot there because the content of thoughts was incompatible with my otherwise open mind.
We only managed to contact with Friday mood for a very brief period, after all, I had to overcome old and well built defences in my system and Tobi is just generally slow and unfocused. It gave him a high though and now finding out about the churches and stuff he is desperate to try them for himself. I don’t know hat to think about it, should I advise him into a direction where he surely will find this phenomenon or should I send him in a direction where he will find boredom and guilt hoping he will shortly get discouraged? Perhaps I should let him discover the whole thing for himself. Would be the wisest.
Otherwise the days pass just the ways one would expect from them. Kela, which I thought to love me seems to have forgotten that I approached it with new ideas of getting money… I will have to go again. Snow has fallen again although not enough to build much other than a penguin. Nothing against penguins, don’t misinterpret my words. That goes to other things written above as well!
The snow was preceded with a frost of minus 7 Celsius. Tobi once again thought it was fairly cold. Almost as harsh language as last time used but maybe somewhat lighter. I could be getting used to it but I hope to believe that isn’t the case. The new job provides him with serious comforts however for days when the cold hits. Which days will be more and more frequent fro the coming 3 months till the temperature rising to minus 15 Celsius will feel like a wonderful relief. A heat wave
Sauna!
There are lots of them and as with my colleagues we are trusted with cleaning them all we have the keys thus Tobi has places to be warm. I pointed out to him to be careful. Do not stay too long for the danger of falling asleep in there is incalculably high at this time of the year. So far he has been doing good.
Lili and I went for a walk today to the post office which is by the way closed on Saturday mornings. They not popular with me now. I explained to Lili my new line of work. She wondered why people cannot just clean the staircases in their own houses (blocks), why do I have to do it? Well, it is a question that could have a very long answer explaining specialisation of professions and jobs through the process of building a capitalist
Thursday 13 November 2008
Forgotten Blog
10.11.08
The 80 Days of Darkness
Tobi is back from his shopping trip and was sad to hear that missing the weekend event for the prisoners meant only one thing for him; missing crazy amount of food. He wants a remake soon as possible but the international writing circle of Oulu, who dubbed themselves prisoners meet up for such abundance of food and words once a year only. Sad.
His clothes look really good on him, cosy as… hell today. Could a dragon sweat he would have. Mild day. West coast of Scotland weather. At this time of the year here it is a heat wave riding on south wind revitalized, strong and persistent. For the time being Winter is not here. I don’t know where she is but I must say not here. I don’t know what to say about it. Tobi is disappointed because he has wanted more and more snow for more and more action in connection with it but we got an overheating fire breathing dragon wrapped up in super warm and eventually dump clothes now hanging on the heater.
I almost want her to pop in, Winter and stay still spring. The 80 days darkness has begun and I must say it is dark. Some snow would brighten things a bit. The 80 days darkness isn’t really dark for that long of course, not here. It is the period that begins when while going to get Lili from Day Care conditions rapidly start getting dark and by the time we are home it is dark. Will remain so till lunch the following day. Well, real late breakfast.
Moses remains where he settled.
13.11.08
They all demand my attention…
All the time
I have ideas for other blogs too and some stories cooking. But they, these creatures around don’t let me!
Tobi has nearly fallen asleep today. Really, winter time asleep. We were on the eighths floor cleaning stairs in my new job where I clean lots of stairs and saunas - he likes that but I sweat - and take lots of breaks which I like but up there on the top of the stairs he said something under his nose I couldn’t understand so I said ‘what?’ turning to him witnessing him passing out and falling down the stairs… (a long sentence that should really be shorter)
7th floor stopped him and the journey there woke him but some concerns arouse from the incident and now he is desperate to stay awake.
He wanted to get into coffee, mate, green tea but I explained that way might heart attack takes him by spring or one day he will just fall asleep and even falling to the ground flour will only break his neck but will not wake him… He goes and rolls in the snow every half hour and decided on sleeping on the window sill in the living room. There is a terrible draft. Good place to fly kites.
I have removed Moses from our bed the other day only to find him there again next morning.
She - my wife - keeps talking to me about education. Breaking my heart.
The 80 Days of Darkness
Tobi is back from his shopping trip and was sad to hear that missing the weekend event for the prisoners meant only one thing for him; missing crazy amount of food. He wants a remake soon as possible but the international writing circle of Oulu, who dubbed themselves prisoners meet up for such abundance of food and words once a year only. Sad.
His clothes look really good on him, cosy as… hell today. Could a dragon sweat he would have. Mild day. West coast of Scotland weather. At this time of the year here it is a heat wave riding on south wind revitalized, strong and persistent. For the time being Winter is not here. I don’t know where she is but I must say not here. I don’t know what to say about it. Tobi is disappointed because he has wanted more and more snow for more and more action in connection with it but we got an overheating fire breathing dragon wrapped up in super warm and eventually dump clothes now hanging on the heater.
I almost want her to pop in, Winter and stay still spring. The 80 days darkness has begun and I must say it is dark. Some snow would brighten things a bit. The 80 days darkness isn’t really dark for that long of course, not here. It is the period that begins when while going to get Lili from Day Care conditions rapidly start getting dark and by the time we are home it is dark. Will remain so till lunch the following day. Well, real late breakfast.
Moses remains where he settled.
13.11.08
They all demand my attention…
All the time
I have ideas for other blogs too and some stories cooking. But they, these creatures around don’t let me!
Tobi has nearly fallen asleep today. Really, winter time asleep. We were on the eighths floor cleaning stairs in my new job where I clean lots of stairs and saunas - he likes that but I sweat - and take lots of breaks which I like but up there on the top of the stairs he said something under his nose I couldn’t understand so I said ‘what?’ turning to him witnessing him passing out and falling down the stairs… (a long sentence that should really be shorter)
7th floor stopped him and the journey there woke him but some concerns arouse from the incident and now he is desperate to stay awake.
He wanted to get into coffee, mate, green tea but I explained that way might heart attack takes him by spring or one day he will just fall asleep and even falling to the ground flour will only break his neck but will not wake him… He goes and rolls in the snow every half hour and decided on sleeping on the window sill in the living room. There is a terrible draft. Good place to fly kites.
I have removed Moses from our bed the other day only to find him there again next morning.
She - my wife - keeps talking to me about education. Breaking my heart.
Thursday 6 November 2008
Ice again, and lost in translation or just making things up…
Tobi has several problems with recent and most recent events. First of all he is angry with Jen, my wife who is apparently catching us out with making things historically inappropriate. I tried to defend myself that in Hungarian things are different but unfortunately in a different way so I came to admit that I was wrong. And that hurts.
Tobi.
I am occasionally used to it. On the rare occasion I will take it. Rarely.
The Holy Roman Empire although existed, it wasn’t the late Roman Empire as I remembered. It was a long time ago and my memory goes blurry going thousands of years back. The HRM existed after the fall of the RM and was mostly a German empire with the Pope. Vandals by then have integrated into the new feudalist system. In fact, they may have, their descendants were part of that HRM and thus their people provided the Pope with some sorely needed soldiers.
What a turn of events. A hint of irony.
Just like a Democrat winning the white house after 8 years of Republican rule. Less irony, more nature of democracy and taking turns and stuff like that.
Or is the fuss not about that?… I’m getting some gentle nods. Probably not. Anyway, stay out of politics is my motto and I return to contemplate crossing the road where a traffic light is or how to smile at northerners without scaring them…
After all this ranting and gentle reminder that even I have a publisher I must please and correct such historical inconsistencies like the HRM it is time now to start writing about some more worldly affairs. Such us the election, which I will skip.
Then there is that research that has been published recently, a couple of days back actually that links human activity to the melting of arctic and Antarctic ice. When saying Links I mean it does. Hard fact so that’s us knowing it but I feel they had some real bed timing with the publishing don’t you think so?
There is the other recent news, also a couple of days old that Russia is moving missiles, nukes into the Baltic region. Got to give it to them, their timing is pretty good.
Tobi is bored. I don’t blame him. Ever since, which was very recently, I have read somewhere that I occasionally slip in some politics I just get carried away. Tobi is bored, still.
Ok, it’s time, but I am trying to avoid it because I feel for him a bit and I am concerned that he might feels a bit embarrassed. What happened this morning you know has left some marks on me. Not physical fortunately but still. I never heard a dragon use such language…
… even now I can hardly find words although… I keep trying.
What I have been listening to cycling to work is something that the print couldn’t carry. He can swear! Eventually we agreed that he will go on another shopping trip over the weekend. Of course he will have to get over to his uncle, Bob first in Vietnam to give him some money than probably to Paris although I hope that I managed to convince him that he would be better of with Kashmir and from what he picked up there somewhere north in Canada or the like. He is gonna go on some clothes shopping again. His nice designer fashion scarves and hats in the minus 7 don’t seem to work so much to his advantage. A bit of a shame but at least he agreed to wait. Over the weekend I will be away anyway with a bunch of prisoners in a cottage. It sounds bad and he is scared to come.
Of course Tobi has seen this cold before… once or twice. When he came to live with us first it wasn’t much warmer but I guess it’s the principle. Then it was the end of the winter, the very same thing that is approaching now and we are just simply scared of it somehow. He is just a bit into drama I think.
Tomorrow will be a sad day for us all. I finish working in the five story office block and thus we will have no more free pulla and biscuit coming home with me. To cheer up on the way home we will drop by at Lili’s day care where we will be celebrating Father’s Day or something like that with eating - free - sausages
Tobi.
I am occasionally used to it. On the rare occasion I will take it. Rarely.
The Holy Roman Empire although existed, it wasn’t the late Roman Empire as I remembered. It was a long time ago and my memory goes blurry going thousands of years back. The HRM existed after the fall of the RM and was mostly a German empire with the Pope. Vandals by then have integrated into the new feudalist system. In fact, they may have, their descendants were part of that HRM and thus their people provided the Pope with some sorely needed soldiers.
What a turn of events. A hint of irony.
Just like a Democrat winning the white house after 8 years of Republican rule. Less irony, more nature of democracy and taking turns and stuff like that.
Or is the fuss not about that?… I’m getting some gentle nods. Probably not. Anyway, stay out of politics is my motto and I return to contemplate crossing the road where a traffic light is or how to smile at northerners without scaring them…
After all this ranting and gentle reminder that even I have a publisher I must please and correct such historical inconsistencies like the HRM it is time now to start writing about some more worldly affairs. Such us the election, which I will skip.
Then there is that research that has been published recently, a couple of days back actually that links human activity to the melting of arctic and Antarctic ice. When saying Links I mean it does. Hard fact so that’s us knowing it but I feel they had some real bed timing with the publishing don’t you think so?
There is the other recent news, also a couple of days old that Russia is moving missiles, nukes into the Baltic region. Got to give it to them, their timing is pretty good.
Tobi is bored. I don’t blame him. Ever since, which was very recently, I have read somewhere that I occasionally slip in some politics I just get carried away. Tobi is bored, still.
Ok, it’s time, but I am trying to avoid it because I feel for him a bit and I am concerned that he might feels a bit embarrassed. What happened this morning you know has left some marks on me. Not physical fortunately but still. I never heard a dragon use such language…
… even now I can hardly find words although… I keep trying.
What I have been listening to cycling to work is something that the print couldn’t carry. He can swear! Eventually we agreed that he will go on another shopping trip over the weekend. Of course he will have to get over to his uncle, Bob first in Vietnam to give him some money than probably to Paris although I hope that I managed to convince him that he would be better of with Kashmir and from what he picked up there somewhere north in Canada or the like. He is gonna go on some clothes shopping again. His nice designer fashion scarves and hats in the minus 7 don’t seem to work so much to his advantage. A bit of a shame but at least he agreed to wait. Over the weekend I will be away anyway with a bunch of prisoners in a cottage. It sounds bad and he is scared to come.
Of course Tobi has seen this cold before… once or twice. When he came to live with us first it wasn’t much warmer but I guess it’s the principle. Then it was the end of the winter, the very same thing that is approaching now and we are just simply scared of it somehow. He is just a bit into drama I think.
Tomorrow will be a sad day for us all. I finish working in the five story office block and thus we will have no more free pulla and biscuit coming home with me. To cheer up on the way home we will drop by at Lili’s day care where we will be celebrating Father’s Day or something like that with eating - free - sausages
Sunday 2 November 2008
Snow and...
Vandalism!
Moses has found his winter shelter actually some time ago. I just thought it may be time to mention before I forget again. For the last couple of weeks he could be found in our bed. It is a bit unsettling to share our bed with a teddy bear yet somehow oddly comforting. Several times I have tried to get rid of him, even throwing him out outright but I turn and there he is. Berry season has finished long ago and I guess he realised there is nothing left worth living for but obviously bears have a different take on things. Sleep it out when times get a bit depressing and start afresh when the sun is bright and the bringer of warm winds again. In these times of desperation, desperate yet depressed this might be a hint for us all. Can you imagine Las Vegas shutting up for 6 months, everyone asleep till better times? Would be spooky so I guess they could have managed at least Halloween well. Tobi says Moses looked at him with disapproving, sleepy eyes when told by the dragon he won’t sleep this winter.
He is too happy now. Especially that the white stuff fell on us on Friday. Getting home was a misery for me. He just couldn’t get enough of it. In the park with leftover bread we fed some birds who were ever so gracious. When we run out of crumbs the ducks turned around and walked away as if nothing has happened. The ones that didn’t turn around instantly stared through us as if we weren’t there yet still addressing us saying things that sounded a bit like ‘bastards’ and ‘is this all you give damned fools!’
Tobi sneezed quickly and that put them into their place. Back in the water quicker than you thought a duck could move. Although Ducks can move faster than you think. I heard gossips that in the old times, before a lot of things have happened they were into racing a lot. Now they just shouted stuff like ‘Vandals!’
A nearby Magpie seemed to have had a good laugh at them. We joined in.
Today I somehow ended up feeding the ducks again. They were much more polite this time. Finally the thing downed on them, a party where we bring the food and they do the eating. They all politely introduced themselves. I can remember only Ashley and Bob. Yeah, and Robert.
Saturday morning we weren’t out quite yet at the crack of dawn but managed eventually to enjoy the snow only after 6 months it has all finally melted. A snow angel, a snow cat ready to jump but not quite managing, a snow castle for really little people but wonderful turrets and doorways and Wall-E. One of our neighbours has built a realistically sized Tobi probably trying to signal that they are ok with us having a dragon in the area and all. He really liked it.
A quiet weekend, Halloween passed us completely oblivious apart from maybe lighting a candle or two and building a Charley and Lola inspired Halloween castle.
The Vandals made an appearance.
Today we were enjoying Sunday morning for a change. Which hasn’t really happened besides a swift and stressful holiday to Hungary for the pas year or so when looking out the window around 11 I see that some kids who live in our neighbourhood have felt that our snow creations were disturbing the peace. Maybe they mistaken them to idols worshiped by unwanted pagans so Tobi-copy lost its head and so did wallE with arms ripped off. Cat’s head was kicked a few meters away from him and the snow castle was broken too. I feel for a person, especially so young who feels the need to do such things and hereby I will blame the media. Although I know that things are far more complicated than that. Tobi had to be restrained for several hours. We had lunch in the meantime.
The day has passed.
By the way, Vandals supposedly were no more vandalious than other tribes taking a bite from the then Holy Roman Empire. Just for the record
Moses has found his winter shelter actually some time ago. I just thought it may be time to mention before I forget again. For the last couple of weeks he could be found in our bed. It is a bit unsettling to share our bed with a teddy bear yet somehow oddly comforting. Several times I have tried to get rid of him, even throwing him out outright but I turn and there he is. Berry season has finished long ago and I guess he realised there is nothing left worth living for but obviously bears have a different take on things. Sleep it out when times get a bit depressing and start afresh when the sun is bright and the bringer of warm winds again. In these times of desperation, desperate yet depressed this might be a hint for us all. Can you imagine Las Vegas shutting up for 6 months, everyone asleep till better times? Would be spooky so I guess they could have managed at least Halloween well. Tobi says Moses looked at him with disapproving, sleepy eyes when told by the dragon he won’t sleep this winter.
He is too happy now. Especially that the white stuff fell on us on Friday. Getting home was a misery for me. He just couldn’t get enough of it. In the park with leftover bread we fed some birds who were ever so gracious. When we run out of crumbs the ducks turned around and walked away as if nothing has happened. The ones that didn’t turn around instantly stared through us as if we weren’t there yet still addressing us saying things that sounded a bit like ‘bastards’ and ‘is this all you give damned fools!’
Tobi sneezed quickly and that put them into their place. Back in the water quicker than you thought a duck could move. Although Ducks can move faster than you think. I heard gossips that in the old times, before a lot of things have happened they were into racing a lot. Now they just shouted stuff like ‘Vandals!’
A nearby Magpie seemed to have had a good laugh at them. We joined in.
Today I somehow ended up feeding the ducks again. They were much more polite this time. Finally the thing downed on them, a party where we bring the food and they do the eating. They all politely introduced themselves. I can remember only Ashley and Bob. Yeah, and Robert.
Saturday morning we weren’t out quite yet at the crack of dawn but managed eventually to enjoy the snow only after 6 months it has all finally melted. A snow angel, a snow cat ready to jump but not quite managing, a snow castle for really little people but wonderful turrets and doorways and Wall-E. One of our neighbours has built a realistically sized Tobi probably trying to signal that they are ok with us having a dragon in the area and all. He really liked it.
A quiet weekend, Halloween passed us completely oblivious apart from maybe lighting a candle or two and building a Charley and Lola inspired Halloween castle.
The Vandals made an appearance.
Today we were enjoying Sunday morning for a change. Which hasn’t really happened besides a swift and stressful holiday to Hungary for the pas year or so when looking out the window around 11 I see that some kids who live in our neighbourhood have felt that our snow creations were disturbing the peace. Maybe they mistaken them to idols worshiped by unwanted pagans so Tobi-copy lost its head and so did wallE with arms ripped off. Cat’s head was kicked a few meters away from him and the snow castle was broken too. I feel for a person, especially so young who feels the need to do such things and hereby I will blame the media. Although I know that things are far more complicated than that. Tobi had to be restrained for several hours. We had lunch in the meantime.
The day has passed.
By the way, Vandals supposedly were no more vandalious than other tribes taking a bite from the then Holy Roman Empire. Just for the record
Wednesday 29 October 2008
Stock Market Mood
Some change in routines has forced us back on the bike. It would take twice as long to travel by bus and it is a price neither Tobi or I is willing to pay. Of course, he could just sleep in and show up at work whenever but he has a sense of solidarity it seems an appreciated one. I think finding out that I carry spare hat, scarf and cat shaped chocolate biscuits for him in my bag has grown me into a respected buddy in his eyes. And he thinks the new job is totally fun, people around and stuff in a bright and tidy office block but I’m sure it will wear off. It has for me after the two days. Once I can quit working with this company I will never walk another step in my life which will be fun to watch I’m sure.
I stole a pulla today.
There it is, I said it. If there any of you out there Anarcho-Capitalist I’m sure you will understand. Especially if I bothered to elaborate but let us just go with Proudhon and save us from lengthy explanations: ‘Property is theft’
Owning the pulla, for the short time before it disappeared into the depths of stomachs we were thieves thieving from thieves. Things run in the family I guess.
Yeah, I was gonna write about Stock Markets here…
South Wind has run out of breath… Tobi is excited… I seem to lost the will to write on… Tobi is excited and is demanding me to write… I sit… he bites I’m gonna keep writing so south wind has run out of breath and that means only one thing in conclusion.
There are no more clouds coming this way, they don’t ride on relatively warm air and they don’t shelter us preventing the little heat left in the ground from escaping towards the stars or the bright blue sky. The sun is weak and doesn’t seem to have the will to climb anywhere high anymore, especially not in the sky. Maybe, after an ever shortening day at work when getting comfy at home he climbs the ladder loosing balance a bit to get some jam off the top shelf for the toast he is gonna enjoy while watching Cori, Prison Break or the like. Provided his English is good enough to understand such shows and he has a TV.
As I said, south wind running out of breath means only one thing and that is Winter, Winter coming. I could smell her for days while South Wind slowly died down. I can smell her tonight when I stand on the balcony shivering cold staring into to the darkness of the long night broken only by a whole bunch of street lamps, window lights, the light pollution from the city and my bright ideas.
Tobi is excited. It’s coming at last. This time last year he has bee asleep for weeks already.
On the way home because we cycle through woods now instead of Tuira we stopped to sit on a bench for a cup of herb tea and an afternoon snack. It was cold and the sun coming from behind played wonderful games on the trees and their bare branches in between shadows. I thought I saw fairies playing in a distance and voicing my suspicion ignited us into a bit of fairy chase. Hunt.
We came out empty handed and without any trouble, no trick and such so we came to the conclusion they must have beggared off to some warmer place for the winter. Or they just hid from us to avoid having to talk with a dragon wearing hat and scarf stuffing himself with cat shaped choc biscuits. Or they weren’t around at all and I was just too tired and was seeing things. After all, when getting home I managed to read a whole article in the papers without having the faintest idea of what I have read for sleeping through the reading.
It’s time for bed.
I guess what I’m trying to say that I really got used to South Wind and all the troublesome goodies he brought, the rain especially. It was beginning to feel homely and now…
My mood is crashed, for the time being, till
I stole a pulla today.
There it is, I said it. If there any of you out there Anarcho-Capitalist I’m sure you will understand. Especially if I bothered to elaborate but let us just go with Proudhon and save us from lengthy explanations: ‘Property is theft’
Owning the pulla, for the short time before it disappeared into the depths of stomachs we were thieves thieving from thieves. Things run in the family I guess.
Yeah, I was gonna write about Stock Markets here…
South Wind has run out of breath… Tobi is excited… I seem to lost the will to write on… Tobi is excited and is demanding me to write… I sit… he bites I’m gonna keep writing so south wind has run out of breath and that means only one thing in conclusion.
There are no more clouds coming this way, they don’t ride on relatively warm air and they don’t shelter us preventing the little heat left in the ground from escaping towards the stars or the bright blue sky. The sun is weak and doesn’t seem to have the will to climb anywhere high anymore, especially not in the sky. Maybe, after an ever shortening day at work when getting comfy at home he climbs the ladder loosing balance a bit to get some jam off the top shelf for the toast he is gonna enjoy while watching Cori, Prison Break or the like. Provided his English is good enough to understand such shows and he has a TV.
As I said, south wind running out of breath means only one thing and that is Winter, Winter coming. I could smell her for days while South Wind slowly died down. I can smell her tonight when I stand on the balcony shivering cold staring into to the darkness of the long night broken only by a whole bunch of street lamps, window lights, the light pollution from the city and my bright ideas.
Tobi is excited. It’s coming at last. This time last year he has bee asleep for weeks already.
On the way home because we cycle through woods now instead of Tuira we stopped to sit on a bench for a cup of herb tea and an afternoon snack. It was cold and the sun coming from behind played wonderful games on the trees and their bare branches in between shadows. I thought I saw fairies playing in a distance and voicing my suspicion ignited us into a bit of fairy chase. Hunt.
We came out empty handed and without any trouble, no trick and such so we came to the conclusion they must have beggared off to some warmer place for the winter. Or they just hid from us to avoid having to talk with a dragon wearing hat and scarf stuffing himself with cat shaped choc biscuits. Or they weren’t around at all and I was just too tired and was seeing things. After all, when getting home I managed to read a whole article in the papers without having the faintest idea of what I have read for sleeping through the reading.
It’s time for bed.
I guess what I’m trying to say that I really got used to South Wind and all the troublesome goodies he brought, the rain especially. It was beginning to feel homely and now…
My mood is crashed, for the time being, till
Monday 27 October 2008
A fantastic rainy day
We just had dinner, a bit late and a bit too tasty for the hunger it was meant to treat… I can cook good curry! I feel heave and disoriented but somehow good. It takes an enormous effort to move my fingers around the keyboard and type. I would be willing to give up so much that I already had pleasant arguments in my head convincing me how it would be so much more suitable in my situation to cosy up on the sofa and quietly pass out but I was forgetting something, someone here. I could handle Lili eager to make conversation inventing the world all over again a way only a child is capable doing so. I could handle Jen eager to share her day’s experience at school ignoring her nodding occasionally and saying such things as ‘hm’ and ‘uhm’ and ‘yes’ or ‘what?!’ Like making one cup of coffee takes 140 litres of water. All this I could ignore BUT Tobi!
He wants to share his day. I guess so do I.
But you are getting hung up on the 140 litres of water going into a cup of coffee aren’t you? Google it later but now read on.
As of yesterday I stopped working in that windowless pit I spent much of my waking hours last year. I still had the keys and that just made it too good to be true. Today, no other job to got to - yet, Tobi and I for the second time managed to get rid of the keys, still burning my pockets in the morning. It was hard to get hold of my boss but it was fantastic to be free. It turned into a wonderful day with spare time to kill downtown Oulu rain pouring cats and dogs. It was wonderful!
We managed to get some shopping done and emptied the library from folk music. Tobi has an influence on me regarding music. Or I just give in. Donno’. On the way, after passing the spot several times during the morning I finally noticed a small wooden bridge out to a pikku-pikku saari (tiny tiny island). An old garage sized boathouse, some boats, a fireplace with log benches around it just next to the river slightly sheltered with hanging birch. I had tea in a thermos and we set down stuffing ourselves with bananas sipping warmish herb tea. Somehow we came to have a shouting match with the seagull sitting on the blue boat casually picking his feathers and spitting tobacco into the water. The boat was a good ten meters out on water. I think the argument erupted from frustration with election results on the account of both parties: Tobi and I vs. Seagull and tiny biting parasites. (Do seagulls keep such things?! You can catch me here and there) Although we never talked about the election, it’s just a shamanic intuition.
We were gonna have a fight but the bird wasn’t going to come ashore for us and kept yelling ‘wanna piece of me?! Come and get it!’ We weren’t gonna swim out so the whole conflict was just a bit boresome. It hasn’t occur to the 2 of us that we could have gotten on a boat or…
Bored of the argument and finished with the bananas I set staring at the seagull on the blue boat sensing that Tobi was getting restless next to me. We forgot about the heated debate and were probably both thinking about lunch when in a sudden move he jumped up and before reaching the peak of his jump he spread wings and flew up on a tree top probably to look around. I wasn’t paying much attention to it as I was enchanted by the seagull staring at me with, well, seagull eyes so I managed to see something that I thought was impossible. I cannot write any more about it…
We got home in peace, eventually.
*
Zigi, the zebra with multicolour stripes is stuck in Daycare tonight. I forgot to lift him and apparently it was my job to take him home. I had a very good, sensible intuition to forget about him though! I found out from Lili that Zigi was on the singing path in the morning driving Jen mad and everyone who could hear him. She even presented me with a sample. I am glad he is out of the house.
He wants to share his day. I guess so do I.
But you are getting hung up on the 140 litres of water going into a cup of coffee aren’t you? Google it later but now read on.
As of yesterday I stopped working in that windowless pit I spent much of my waking hours last year. I still had the keys and that just made it too good to be true. Today, no other job to got to - yet, Tobi and I for the second time managed to get rid of the keys, still burning my pockets in the morning. It was hard to get hold of my boss but it was fantastic to be free. It turned into a wonderful day with spare time to kill downtown Oulu rain pouring cats and dogs. It was wonderful!
We managed to get some shopping done and emptied the library from folk music. Tobi has an influence on me regarding music. Or I just give in. Donno’. On the way, after passing the spot several times during the morning I finally noticed a small wooden bridge out to a pikku-pikku saari (tiny tiny island). An old garage sized boathouse, some boats, a fireplace with log benches around it just next to the river slightly sheltered with hanging birch. I had tea in a thermos and we set down stuffing ourselves with bananas sipping warmish herb tea. Somehow we came to have a shouting match with the seagull sitting on the blue boat casually picking his feathers and spitting tobacco into the water. The boat was a good ten meters out on water. I think the argument erupted from frustration with election results on the account of both parties: Tobi and I vs. Seagull and tiny biting parasites. (Do seagulls keep such things?! You can catch me here and there) Although we never talked about the election, it’s just a shamanic intuition.
We were gonna have a fight but the bird wasn’t going to come ashore for us and kept yelling ‘wanna piece of me?! Come and get it!’ We weren’t gonna swim out so the whole conflict was just a bit boresome. It hasn’t occur to the 2 of us that we could have gotten on a boat or…
Bored of the argument and finished with the bananas I set staring at the seagull on the blue boat sensing that Tobi was getting restless next to me. We forgot about the heated debate and were probably both thinking about lunch when in a sudden move he jumped up and before reaching the peak of his jump he spread wings and flew up on a tree top probably to look around. I wasn’t paying much attention to it as I was enchanted by the seagull staring at me with, well, seagull eyes so I managed to see something that I thought was impossible. I cannot write any more about it…
We got home in peace, eventually.
*
Zigi, the zebra with multicolour stripes is stuck in Daycare tonight. I forgot to lift him and apparently it was my job to take him home. I had a very good, sensible intuition to forget about him though! I found out from Lili that Zigi was on the singing path in the morning driving Jen mad and everyone who could hear him. She even presented me with a sample. I am glad he is out of the house.
Wednesday 22 October 2008
Things we love about Finland
I slept till noon today. Midweek. I can do that but remember me Sunday morning while you brows through the, well, Sunday Times? I will not be doing such thing but clearing away your Saturday night mess. In a manner of speaking. Being nice. I am like Santa! Which in this wicked inside out upside down world means that I AM Santa. Claus.
Or maybe just Gavri’el with an identity Crises.
Been like that for the last day. Talking nonsense. Tobi has had enough of it and as he didn’t know I was planning on spending the morning in the dream world he headed out picking flowers early today. Having lunch/breakfast with him and Lili - fried bacon - we pointed out to him that it is berry season, still. (I think he is starting to realise the size of the bite he is chewing. Winter. Even if it hasn’t begun yet. So looking for flowers was a nostalgic exercise for sunny days etc.) He has been out for 5 hours. Think about the berries he could have gathered in that time. Especially if fairies chipped in! But he came back empty ended.
In the afternoon we went to town, left Jen, Lili and two other kids at home. Smiling in the wind and taking the bus. We visited Kela about some money we stopped receiving from the UK wondering if they could replace that. They said that Yes, Her Majesty’s Inland Revenues have told them about it and they were expecting us for some time now and of course, not a problem, they will even backdate it properly and everything. I wondered if they would offer us coffee and cakes?! Tobi would have liked it. The cakes. It was weird. Smiling, friendly, easy going… I almost want to be unemployed and be a regular at Kela but then I remember stories I hear whispered in dark alleys, unlit corners of small, side street pubs about treatment some people receive there. How Kela takes inspiration from the famous TV series ‘24’ when treating those who don’t pay taxes. The same series CIA and US Army watches with scrutiny to learn new techniques from. When I watched it I lasted only about till half the second season before cannot taking now more, how sick it is. Tobi lasted about 11 minutes. Maybe only 10. Of the first episode. But he is not big on TV anyway. He got it right.
Kela likes me!
They like me because I pay taxes. So I contribute. That’s good. Of course theoretically I should be in the same category as those who only dare telling the menacing stories in the unlit corners and dark alleys for as a family we use up probably about 15-20 times as mach resources from tax payers’ money (maybe an exaggeration, maybe not) than we put in but luckily the law is biding for them so we are, I am on the good list. For the time being. When it stops doing so, the low its biding I guess it will be time to leave. Where? There is the saying about bridges and crossing and timing. Tobi has connections. We will keep him close always.
After Kela eventually we made it to Välkkylä to pick up one of our bikes that had a punctured tire 3 or 4 days back. Between 7 and 8 kms to cycle home from there, riding another bike, which we just happened to pick up from outside a café after borrowing it to a kind of brother for some time. I put Tobi on the bike with the punctured tyre so it would look like he is riding and I am holding on to it only to help him balance as he is new to cycling. He cautiously brought Lili’s helmet with him and really enjoyed the ride. After all I only had to let go of the bike because of loosing my balance 2 times during the journey causing it to fall over while in motion to the amusement of all passers by.
I received looks on the way home all saying in different ways ‘THIEF!’ As if one cannot just bring his own bike home riding another one. I thought that having Tobi riding the second bike would save us from those looks but I came to realise that there are lots of people who cannot see him. There are many people, in fact probably most of us who when meeting something out of the ordinary, unusual or even outstanding or astonishing chose not to see it from such trained reflexes that the person may not be aware of making that choice. Thus, Tobi is invisible for most. It is a way for people to maintain integrity of perception, a securely structured, enhanced and defined identity making the world a safe and cosy place to be. He for many doesn’t exist. But there you are, I mean you are there. For you he is real. You assume, something, just like the magpies.
We had a couple of good laughs on the way home. Those looks. Some made me think that after all, however libertarian I might be I am maybe better off joining the Facebook group ‘Tighten the Finnish Gun Laws’. After all, next time I push/pull home our bike with a flat tire I may not be so lucky and not that just everyone gets the wrong idea but one…
Or maybe just Gavri’el with an identity Crises.
Been like that for the last day. Talking nonsense. Tobi has had enough of it and as he didn’t know I was planning on spending the morning in the dream world he headed out picking flowers early today. Having lunch/breakfast with him and Lili - fried bacon - we pointed out to him that it is berry season, still. (I think he is starting to realise the size of the bite he is chewing. Winter. Even if it hasn’t begun yet. So looking for flowers was a nostalgic exercise for sunny days etc.) He has been out for 5 hours. Think about the berries he could have gathered in that time. Especially if fairies chipped in! But he came back empty ended.
In the afternoon we went to town, left Jen, Lili and two other kids at home. Smiling in the wind and taking the bus. We visited Kela about some money we stopped receiving from the UK wondering if they could replace that. They said that Yes, Her Majesty’s Inland Revenues have told them about it and they were expecting us for some time now and of course, not a problem, they will even backdate it properly and everything. I wondered if they would offer us coffee and cakes?! Tobi would have liked it. The cakes. It was weird. Smiling, friendly, easy going… I almost want to be unemployed and be a regular at Kela but then I remember stories I hear whispered in dark alleys, unlit corners of small, side street pubs about treatment some people receive there. How Kela takes inspiration from the famous TV series ‘24’ when treating those who don’t pay taxes. The same series CIA and US Army watches with scrutiny to learn new techniques from. When I watched it I lasted only about till half the second season before cannot taking now more, how sick it is. Tobi lasted about 11 minutes. Maybe only 10. Of the first episode. But he is not big on TV anyway. He got it right.
Kela likes me!
They like me because I pay taxes. So I contribute. That’s good. Of course theoretically I should be in the same category as those who only dare telling the menacing stories in the unlit corners and dark alleys for as a family we use up probably about 15-20 times as mach resources from tax payers’ money (maybe an exaggeration, maybe not) than we put in but luckily the law is biding for them so we are, I am on the good list. For the time being. When it stops doing so, the low its biding I guess it will be time to leave. Where? There is the saying about bridges and crossing and timing. Tobi has connections. We will keep him close always.
After Kela eventually we made it to Välkkylä to pick up one of our bikes that had a punctured tire 3 or 4 days back. Between 7 and 8 kms to cycle home from there, riding another bike, which we just happened to pick up from outside a café after borrowing it to a kind of brother for some time. I put Tobi on the bike with the punctured tyre so it would look like he is riding and I am holding on to it only to help him balance as he is new to cycling. He cautiously brought Lili’s helmet with him and really enjoyed the ride. After all I only had to let go of the bike because of loosing my balance 2 times during the journey causing it to fall over while in motion to the amusement of all passers by.
I received looks on the way home all saying in different ways ‘THIEF!’ As if one cannot just bring his own bike home riding another one. I thought that having Tobi riding the second bike would save us from those looks but I came to realise that there are lots of people who cannot see him. There are many people, in fact probably most of us who when meeting something out of the ordinary, unusual or even outstanding or astonishing chose not to see it from such trained reflexes that the person may not be aware of making that choice. Thus, Tobi is invisible for most. It is a way for people to maintain integrity of perception, a securely structured, enhanced and defined identity making the world a safe and cosy place to be. He for many doesn’t exist. But there you are, I mean you are there. For you he is real. You assume, something, just like the magpies.
We had a couple of good laughs on the way home. Those looks. Some made me think that after all, however libertarian I might be I am maybe better off joining the Facebook group ‘Tighten the Finnish Gun Laws’. After all, next time I push/pull home our bike with a flat tire I may not be so lucky and not that just everyone gets the wrong idea but one…
Magpies
Some time has passed since last entry. It is sad for Working in two jobs depletes my energy and consequently, my loved ones, like Tobi suffer. Two days ago for example I have written an entry that has never got posted. Till now:
Sunday, 19.10.08
Tobi and I were wondering aimlessly downtown Oulu this afternoon as many of the passers by have noted. All 12 of them in the city centre. A place which every other day is crowded and I often like to avoid which funny because where else is there to go? But at least easy to avoid because it’s only a few maters in each direction.
They were wrong anyway. We were not aimless more hopeless. I am bored of the café we usually go to and looking for another one to settle in for a while. Unfortunately I am a bit too picky. Ask the dragon to find out.
I Like a place that has something out of line in it. Our place now is good because the tables always seem a bit disorganised. They are never in neat and perfect order like in a canteen. Like in any other café. And we can’t find a place that could replace it. Tobi doesn’t care of course. He occasionally raises the point like ‘Hello! We don’t drink coffee!!!’
I guess it’s a good point but how about the ‘feeling’ I always retaliate.
He left his scarf home this morning and it was slightly cold outside for him even if I have warned him several times it might be before leaving and he discarded my concern with examining thoroughly the thermometer outside our window.
He was cold all day and I guess I will have to keep a spare hat and scarf in my bag just in case for the future. I quite like the stuff he picked up in Paris by the way. Most of them are quite flowery. We have a hippy dragon.
Not many stories these days. I guess not much is happening.
A few days back we turned into our enclave, Virkakatu 5 To bump into 4 magpies. They seemed to be in the process of raiding the neighbourhood. Aggressive, efficient, slightly hectic. Of course we asked them what’s the plan and we came to find out they were an advanced scouting party. There were apparently rumours in town about the magic berries tree that will feed the whole flock till the spring. We thought they were lying and convinced ourselves that the true story was really that they were out the night before having a good time with a couple of beers and a cider stolen from drunk teenagers outside the kiosk. And they have lost a member from the drinking party. And now looking for him.
Later that day, not much later, we realised that we were wrong with our assumption. Which is a bummer Tobi thinks because after reading a number of books on Shamanism and Tibetan Buddhism he believes, assumes that everything in life is just an assumption. Cannot be proven. Not even that one is alive. So it is annoying that our joined assumption was wrong. But here is a thought of fuel: The joined assumption of 2324544 Magpies, which is probably a bit of an exaggeration considering that Tobi cannot really count or estimate numbers and volumes - I am talking from experience. So I would say that the joined assumption of about 2315 Magpies seem to outweigh ours. And they assumed that they were looking for that magic tree. Found out later, from a crow we met outside the super market last night that Tobi’s and my suspicious behaviour convinced the advanced scouting party that we are hiding something, the magic berry tree and reported back that this is the place hence them showing up in full numbers. Crows don’t like us much now. Many of them has decent low abiding churchgoing life in Northern Synimaa but in fear of the Magpie swarm they became IDPs (Internally Displaced Person) for 2 days.
Blame us for someone else’s desperation. Anyone else wants to join in? We will just assume that you are sending us positive energy.
Sunday, 19.10.08
Tobi and I were wondering aimlessly downtown Oulu this afternoon as many of the passers by have noted. All 12 of them in the city centre. A place which every other day is crowded and I often like to avoid which funny because where else is there to go? But at least easy to avoid because it’s only a few maters in each direction.
They were wrong anyway. We were not aimless more hopeless. I am bored of the café we usually go to and looking for another one to settle in for a while. Unfortunately I am a bit too picky. Ask the dragon to find out.
I Like a place that has something out of line in it. Our place now is good because the tables always seem a bit disorganised. They are never in neat and perfect order like in a canteen. Like in any other café. And we can’t find a place that could replace it. Tobi doesn’t care of course. He occasionally raises the point like ‘Hello! We don’t drink coffee!!!’
I guess it’s a good point but how about the ‘feeling’ I always retaliate.
He left his scarf home this morning and it was slightly cold outside for him even if I have warned him several times it might be before leaving and he discarded my concern with examining thoroughly the thermometer outside our window.
He was cold all day and I guess I will have to keep a spare hat and scarf in my bag just in case for the future. I quite like the stuff he picked up in Paris by the way. Most of them are quite flowery. We have a hippy dragon.
Not many stories these days. I guess not much is happening.
A few days back we turned into our enclave, Virkakatu 5 To bump into 4 magpies. They seemed to be in the process of raiding the neighbourhood. Aggressive, efficient, slightly hectic. Of course we asked them what’s the plan and we came to find out they were an advanced scouting party. There were apparently rumours in town about the magic berries tree that will feed the whole flock till the spring. We thought they were lying and convinced ourselves that the true story was really that they were out the night before having a good time with a couple of beers and a cider stolen from drunk teenagers outside the kiosk. And they have lost a member from the drinking party. And now looking for him.
Later that day, not much later, we realised that we were wrong with our assumption. Which is a bummer Tobi thinks because after reading a number of books on Shamanism and Tibetan Buddhism he believes, assumes that everything in life is just an assumption. Cannot be proven. Not even that one is alive. So it is annoying that our joined assumption was wrong. But here is a thought of fuel: The joined assumption of 2324544 Magpies, which is probably a bit of an exaggeration considering that Tobi cannot really count or estimate numbers and volumes - I am talking from experience. So I would say that the joined assumption of about 2315 Magpies seem to outweigh ours. And they assumed that they were looking for that magic tree. Found out later, from a crow we met outside the super market last night that Tobi’s and my suspicious behaviour convinced the advanced scouting party that we are hiding something, the magic berry tree and reported back that this is the place hence them showing up in full numbers. Crows don’t like us much now. Many of them has decent low abiding churchgoing life in Northern Synimaa but in fear of the Magpie swarm they became IDPs (Internally Displaced Person) for 2 days.
Blame us for someone else’s desperation. Anyone else wants to join in? We will just assume that you are sending us positive energy.
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