A number of things I must confess. The most stunning and remarkable is about how, and not even how but about what Tobi kept me, us in the dark for all this time. He finally opened up to Lili. Of all people! I trusted him however, the whole thing made me laugh after.
Tobi is not form Vietnam! Although his family is but he was born and grew up in Hungary. Which normally is quite exotic and exciting for people to hear with Dracula near by but considering I am from Hungary he thought it wont work. Since he has lots of cousins, naturally most of them live in Vietnam around Dragon Bay it was easy for him to act as if.
I must say I did suspect something for some time. Often he goes there when something important comes up. It doesn’t matter the slightest bit to me and I hope that you wont care either.
Others
Now I forgot.
The winner of the first spot where snow melts is the sign above the kiosk in Kaijonharju. I stopped there coule of days back to use the cash machine and parking my bike I noticed the dripping. I thought first it is a bird who may have some medical issues holding it, or just too drunk sitting on the rooftop but I came to realise that it was only snow melting dripping away slowly melting in the sunshine.
The second quickest spot to melt is the roof of a walkway at a parking lot outside one of the university buildings. Cycling there cutting route length I came across the melted snow fallen now solid ice on the ground. Wasn’t a pleasant experience. And I know, a roof for a sidewalk… As it there was so much sunshine aound here and as if all that sunshine came down vertically. They could have built a wall instead but of course that would have some issues too.
Lili is not a cat! She categorically told me a couple of days ago. The last few months she had me conviced. That she was. Well, I guess it is good to know.
13 days left before I find out! We dug a tunnel in one of the snow piles. Jen is making soup for dinner. Tobi is snoring. Lili is making a card. I’m waiting on the soup. Elena is playing a computer game. Gordon brown is socialising risk while keeping profit private.
We all have some important things in our lives.
Saturday 28 February 2009
Monday 23 February 2009
The 1st Breath of spring
I know it sounds odd. It isn’t even March yet but it is true. Make no mistake, it does not, not under any circumstances mean that spring is coming yet quite the contrary. It just like a movie previews Nothing else. This is how it will feel like. Sun, warm sun and a particular smell in the air. Not the dogpoo smell but a real spring kind of vibe, that’s all. Nothing else yet. No snow melting or anything like that of course not. And later this week or next week our socks will freeze off again in the -25 but we won’t mind anymore the same way we did before. We will be laughing; try all you might your time is up cranky winter! And we will be crying; where is the spring our bodies and minds are aching for?!
But it will come eventually. Spring. Thinking it curls my tongue up. Wonderful name. Like a love affair we will soon all be having a dizzy head of it. And in March when snow truly starts melting the smell of melting dogshit will help to get that dizzy head. Till then...... when we can we sit outside catching a bit of sun kicking the snow. Great things are to come we hope. Tobi is sure. I hope. He flips between excited anticipation and panicked out anticipation. What on earth will he do with an infant dragon? It comes naturally I keep telling him but stopped recently when he nearly bit a couple of my toes off through my boots just after spitting a moderately sized fireball dangerously close to my head. It seems he had enough off hearing ‘it comes naturally’. He wishes for something else and when he let me know this it must have been one of his panicky anticipation moments. Fair enough.
I became an uncle recently and it is a very weird feeling. The happy parents are the aunt and uncle of Lili’s. Wicked dynamics. They are experienced Aunty and Uncle but know nothing of actually having one while we are fairly well experienced about having a kid yet know nothing of being an uncle. Tobi says I shouldn’t worry, it comes naturally.
I can’t bite through boots. And apart from special occasions when I am really really angry and put on a not Irish accent anymore just some really stupid sounding one I will produce plumes and some fire as well. True, I used to speak with an Irish accent when getting agitated. I lost with my Glaswegian. Something to make me sad but the joy of anticipation helps me let go.
Tobi was away last night he popped over to Vienna and Budapest to the Opera Balls. He hasn’t actually gone to the Balls but to the anti-balls. It is common that the new aristocracy has this wonderful events once a year when they come together to show off their pretty dresses and drink some nice cocktails. Something very similar to the president’s birthday party in Finland with the possible difference that in central Europe they at least have the face that it isn’t state sponsored.
The Anti-Ball event is organised by... guess whom! Of course, the anarchists! Those guys whom the police always treats most heavy handed. Why? Because they are enemies of the capitalist system and they really mean it!
In Budapest for example, at some point about 15 of them walked over to the Opera Building and on the stairs a couple of them pulled their trousers down to show off their bottoms expressing their opinion about the event and I guess the winners of Corporatist Capitalism to the true amusement of the photo journalists and TV crews. The police couldn’t tolerate it so about 40 of them in riot gear beat the crap out of them. The contrast, last summer on a Rainbow Parade the Fascist and Racist antiprotesters threw eggs at the parading cheerful crowd. Eggs that had a hole punched on them to fill them and filled up with acidy liquid before. The police on the spot and the courts later last year announced this was merely an expression of their opinion. As I said, Anti-Capitalist are the true enemies of the state these days. Still. So... Obama, Sarkozy, Brown? They are talk, talk and talk. Sorry pals to disappoint you who believed otherwise.
Anyway, Tobi enjoyed the events somewhat. I think, although he isn’t telling, he may have been responsible to hyping emotions a bit thus contributing to the ‘incident’ that gave the excuse to the police to overreact.
Saturday 21 February 2009
Executive (a thousand words)
A couple of days back I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to have a taste of a lifestyle that is so common to those who go by titles such as managing director. The facility maintenance company and the student housing company to whom we work for had a training and enhancing cooperation day for the lot of us from the 2 companies who work in and with the Linnanmaa and Synimaa areas. There were 15 people, one was the managing director of PSOAS, the student housing company of Northern Finland. I ended up chatting with him most of the time for my Finnish is lousy at best while he was the only one confident in English.
We were expected to work a shortened and therefore hard shift in the morning before shuttled out to this spot in the middle of nowhere, an executive hideout. I of course skipped my shift but forgot to mention it to my boss. I am not so much into 15 hours work days. Tobi came out with me so while I was very modest in the drinking, not wanting to get tipsy and start bashing on capitalism to the managing director Tobi could have my share of the cider. I didn’t say no to the aperitif before dinner which by the way was wild boar sauce on uniquely special only grown in the region potatoes. The aperitif was also very uniquely special particularly Finnish drink made of potatoes in process that exactly resembles how vodka is made. But it wasn’t vodka. Hm.
Lots of exciting activities and tasks making us all feel special and challenged, important and cared for by our companies and bosses. One these days can so easily see through it all yet I am sure it still had some of the desired effects. After the programme, before dinner, we had sauna with wood burning stows. Regular Sauna first, then smoke sauna, then a comfy dip in the hot water pool under the stars, back to the sauna and cool down standing outside in the minus ten. I loved it but modestly took my time reasonably short for not everyone engaged with the sauna activity and dinner was waiting and home with bed after that. Managing director and other big boss took their time. We were all waiting and waiting. Scuffed our food helping ourselves to a second serving thinking of taking a nap in the bus especially that the moment the last crumb of the dessert was finished by everyone the bus driver popped his head in wondering if we were ready to go. Ready but…
Managing Director and Area Manager had to sum up the wonderful day’s events and outcomes and trade a couple of inspirational speeches before we could go. The other 13faces spent that 25 minutes with trying to hide ‘Just shut the hell up!’ from their faces and praying that nobody would ask a question or throw a comment. It could have been a nice afternoon but the ending just threw it all out. Of course Managing Directors and Area Managers have their priorities right. No worries apparently of getting home to the kids and wife, getting up next day fresh relatively enough. It seems it is all about the company. Money. My money really, for who pays for this kind of stuff anyway?
The people who are the frontline of production are the ones who create what then is sold as service or product to the costumer. They are, we are the lowest paid. The money that we don’t get paid pays for office staff, fair I guess, someone has to organise work and supply. For management, sort of fair, every company needs a head but the wages there start running away. And the feeling of fairness is further eroded thinking that Managing Director and Area Manager will have more than one a year of these executive style work camps for their staff. There ought to be at least ten or so of such areas in Northern Finland like Synimaa and Linnanma and they all should get their enhancing cooperation days.
In the bus home with Tobi we discussed that probably the ordinary worker would find it far more motivational if some of the hard worked for money instead of being spent on such events, paying for cushioned life for such otherwise nice and friendly people would be given back to us. I would find it more motivational. In fact this whole day demotivated me further.
One more thing Tobi and I agree on here. Smoke sauna is not an easy matter. It is hard to make a good one. In the executive hideout it wasn’t good. Made my eyes not so nice. It felt smoky. The last one before that I took was far better. It was prepared by a friend who has never done it before and I remember she spent an hour or so on the phone to her granddad trying to avoid blowing it up, burning it down or accidentally killing us all with poisonous gas when we went inside. She managed and it will always be a defining experience for me of Finland.
Tobi told me with a wink he decided if he wins the lottery he won’t live on big foot and will give all the money to the poor. Thanks. Lili is slightly annoyed because she just spent the money she saved up in her piggy bank and now she will have to wait buying something else till it’s full again. She keeps asking me for more change. I taught my daughter to beg?
By the way, I am Uncle Gabor from now on
No, Tobi didn’t win. Neither did I. 21 Days left, or maybe less. They did say ‘at latest’. But spring but spring maybe later. In Budapest they are already counting days before it’s spring. We are still counting in weeks at best. Or maybe months.
We were expected to work a shortened and therefore hard shift in the morning before shuttled out to this spot in the middle of nowhere, an executive hideout. I of course skipped my shift but forgot to mention it to my boss. I am not so much into 15 hours work days. Tobi came out with me so while I was very modest in the drinking, not wanting to get tipsy and start bashing on capitalism to the managing director Tobi could have my share of the cider. I didn’t say no to the aperitif before dinner which by the way was wild boar sauce on uniquely special only grown in the region potatoes. The aperitif was also very uniquely special particularly Finnish drink made of potatoes in process that exactly resembles how vodka is made. But it wasn’t vodka. Hm.
Lots of exciting activities and tasks making us all feel special and challenged, important and cared for by our companies and bosses. One these days can so easily see through it all yet I am sure it still had some of the desired effects. After the programme, before dinner, we had sauna with wood burning stows. Regular Sauna first, then smoke sauna, then a comfy dip in the hot water pool under the stars, back to the sauna and cool down standing outside in the minus ten. I loved it but modestly took my time reasonably short for not everyone engaged with the sauna activity and dinner was waiting and home with bed after that. Managing director and other big boss took their time. We were all waiting and waiting. Scuffed our food helping ourselves to a second serving thinking of taking a nap in the bus especially that the moment the last crumb of the dessert was finished by everyone the bus driver popped his head in wondering if we were ready to go. Ready but…
Managing Director and Area Manager had to sum up the wonderful day’s events and outcomes and trade a couple of inspirational speeches before we could go. The other 13faces spent that 25 minutes with trying to hide ‘Just shut the hell up!’ from their faces and praying that nobody would ask a question or throw a comment. It could have been a nice afternoon but the ending just threw it all out. Of course Managing Directors and Area Managers have their priorities right. No worries apparently of getting home to the kids and wife, getting up next day fresh relatively enough. It seems it is all about the company. Money. My money really, for who pays for this kind of stuff anyway?
The people who are the frontline of production are the ones who create what then is sold as service or product to the costumer. They are, we are the lowest paid. The money that we don’t get paid pays for office staff, fair I guess, someone has to organise work and supply. For management, sort of fair, every company needs a head but the wages there start running away. And the feeling of fairness is further eroded thinking that Managing Director and Area Manager will have more than one a year of these executive style work camps for their staff. There ought to be at least ten or so of such areas in Northern Finland like Synimaa and Linnanma and they all should get their enhancing cooperation days.
In the bus home with Tobi we discussed that probably the ordinary worker would find it far more motivational if some of the hard worked for money instead of being spent on such events, paying for cushioned life for such otherwise nice and friendly people would be given back to us. I would find it more motivational. In fact this whole day demotivated me further.
One more thing Tobi and I agree on here. Smoke sauna is not an easy matter. It is hard to make a good one. In the executive hideout it wasn’t good. Made my eyes not so nice. It felt smoky. The last one before that I took was far better. It was prepared by a friend who has never done it before and I remember she spent an hour or so on the phone to her granddad trying to avoid blowing it up, burning it down or accidentally killing us all with poisonous gas when we went inside. She managed and it will always be a defining experience for me of Finland.
Tobi told me with a wink he decided if he wins the lottery he won’t live on big foot and will give all the money to the poor. Thanks. Lili is slightly annoyed because she just spent the money she saved up in her piggy bank and now she will have to wait buying something else till it’s full again. She keeps asking me for more change. I taught my daughter to beg?
By the way, I am Uncle Gabor from now on
No, Tobi didn’t win. Neither did I. 21 Days left, or maybe less. They did say ‘at latest’. But spring but spring maybe later. In Budapest they are already counting days before it’s spring. We are still counting in weeks at best. Or maybe months.
Wednesday 18 February 2009
25
The temperature the closest to the bottom so far. This week it has been 25 once. One daring morning. 25 below zero. And the advance has stopped there. The coldest I’ve ever been to is 26 and that didn’t happen here. It was in... It was in Turkey now 9 years ago. If my memory isn’t playing tricks with me which I hope not. Although at this age, over 30 one can never be sure about anymore. Although on my way to the loo I don’t get confused about coming or going. I hope I have another 60 before that kicks in.
25 and so far it isn’t getting any colder. Jen thinks I became obsessed with the temperature. At times I feel the need to carry a thermometer on me just to monitor the changes during the day. But during the day nowadays it always gets warmer. It is so because either the sun is out and he warms up things a bit or clouds are quashing our air and they bring some more as well. Warm air from over the seas.
Tobi and Elena haven’t left the house much this week. I had no choice. I talked to my mother the other day and made sure not to mention about the weather. I think she couldn’t handle it not even through the phone. She thinks minus 12 is crazy already. Inhuman. She should know the weather is not for us. We merely survive.
It is less than 25 days now before I know stuff for sure that I do not know now.
It is about 25 days from now when we will want it to be spring but will not have it quite.
There was a day when I was 25 and being 30 seemed like an eternity away. It was only a short kind of eon. Age. A period of 5 years.
Lili decided it is time for her to learn riding the bike without the support wheels. She hasn’t been on the bike since snow came 3 months ago because it is impossible to ride in these conditions with them. There could be 2 reasons for her sudden decision. It could be so that she just misses cycling and knows that this is the only way. Our wishful thinking is however that she clearly remembers how in the autumn she categorically announced she will start speaking Finnish once she learnt to ride the bike without the support wheels. We hope she wants to start speaking in this third language but she also wants to keep to her word. We will start training over the weekend. After all, she is far more cushioned now. Should she fall.
By the way cushion.
It works well. Sore bums are a thing of the past but boredom still triumphs. Tobi cannot read. And we don’t have a TV. We have SG-1 on computer. From beginning to the end all ten seasons but he has seen them twice now. Zagy thought maybe we could keep the egg in the microwave to give everyone some time off but he was explained that would be a stupid idea. There is a clear difference between slow cooking and keeping warm.
Blue bird is on holiday in Helsinki with bird pals. Sent Lili some nice letters teasing her about her holidays to come. Not in the near future unfortunately.
Sunrise today was at 08:10
Sunset is expected to be at 16:54
25 and so far it isn’t getting any colder. Jen thinks I became obsessed with the temperature. At times I feel the need to carry a thermometer on me just to monitor the changes during the day. But during the day nowadays it always gets warmer. It is so because either the sun is out and he warms up things a bit or clouds are quashing our air and they bring some more as well. Warm air from over the seas.
Tobi and Elena haven’t left the house much this week. I had no choice. I talked to my mother the other day and made sure not to mention about the weather. I think she couldn’t handle it not even through the phone. She thinks minus 12 is crazy already. Inhuman. She should know the weather is not for us. We merely survive.
It is less than 25 days now before I know stuff for sure that I do not know now.
It is about 25 days from now when we will want it to be spring but will not have it quite.
There was a day when I was 25 and being 30 seemed like an eternity away. It was only a short kind of eon. Age. A period of 5 years.
Lili decided it is time for her to learn riding the bike without the support wheels. She hasn’t been on the bike since snow came 3 months ago because it is impossible to ride in these conditions with them. There could be 2 reasons for her sudden decision. It could be so that she just misses cycling and knows that this is the only way. Our wishful thinking is however that she clearly remembers how in the autumn she categorically announced she will start speaking Finnish once she learnt to ride the bike without the support wheels. We hope she wants to start speaking in this third language but she also wants to keep to her word. We will start training over the weekend. After all, she is far more cushioned now. Should she fall.
By the way cushion.
It works well. Sore bums are a thing of the past but boredom still triumphs. Tobi cannot read. And we don’t have a TV. We have SG-1 on computer. From beginning to the end all ten seasons but he has seen them twice now. Zagy thought maybe we could keep the egg in the microwave to give everyone some time off but he was explained that would be a stupid idea. There is a clear difference between slow cooking and keeping warm.
Blue bird is on holiday in Helsinki with bird pals. Sent Lili some nice letters teasing her about her holidays to come. Not in the near future unfortunately.
Sunrise today was at 08:10
Sunset is expected to be at 16:54
Monday 16 February 2009
Sick Bay 2
Sequels are always rubbish. I can’t imagine one otherwise and certainly cannot remember.... Maybe... No. You see?
I should have introduced the first time writing about sick bay as ‘part one’ so now part two could come. But sitting here, trying to focus my thoughts I realise I have taken my own motivation to write about sick bay anymore.
What is there to say anyway? I feel miserable! Feel sorry for me! I don’t like the sound of these last sentences. I am getting better. Writing is fun but lazy I am. Yes. I am. I think in an uncertain, hesitant way. All I know for sure that Tobi’s bum and so does Elena’s heart badly. I bought them a nice cushy cushion. There has been some knocking from the inside of the egg therefore we know now, from a book I picked up from the UK years ago that there isn’t much more to go (time). We all are happy although not all the same way. We will miss them for those months when they are out in the deep country.
Lili is back in day care after a lengthy break from it. I hope she likes it although I am sure she does. She was getting bored of the constant adult company. Especially that Moses slept through pretty much the whole of last week.
I am counting down now, to mention one counting. I have 25 days left before I will know a lot more about the future than I do know.
Ok. I am not being clear.
I have 25 days left before I will know with a lot more certainty about the future what I already know now.
I began reading a book with which I spent countless hours in the last 4 days. Apart from today for Today I have managed so far only to work a supposedly 8 hours shift, have breakfast, lunch, snack, a couple of nice chats, a cup of coffee, this writing session, doing the laundry and other things. No time for reading. The book by the way is The Shock Doctrine from Naomi Klein. All I can say that a good friend, the same one who have saved me in the snow in Seinajoki have managed to summarise the book for me back in December fairly well. And another thing I could say is the advice for us all never to give up our last bit of solidarity for the other human being in whatever condition we or he/she might be in. If we do, ‘they’ will have won. The corporatist state will have triumphed and the legacy of – amongst others, many of them far worst - Thatcher will be everlasting.
Tobi started organising our neighbourhood to clear up the grass, the playground and the common room we have for the ten houses in our ‘estate’. There are some problems however with his initiative he is unwilling to see.
1. The grass is particularly nonexistent after three and a half months of winter so far.
2. Both the grass and the playground have been under snow for the last 3 months.
3. The common room in our little neighbourhood is never used. I mean never. The only time someone goes in there when it’s getting cleaned once a week.
4. Point three points out further difficulties in trying to organise anything at all in VK5.
5. It is always good to have 5 points. But to validate it properly: he is a dragon
I am bored of writing, coffee is cold
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I should have introduced the first time writing about sick bay as ‘part one’ so now part two could come. But sitting here, trying to focus my thoughts I realise I have taken my own motivation to write about sick bay anymore.
What is there to say anyway? I feel miserable! Feel sorry for me! I don’t like the sound of these last sentences. I am getting better. Writing is fun but lazy I am. Yes. I am. I think in an uncertain, hesitant way. All I know for sure that Tobi’s bum and so does Elena’s heart badly. I bought them a nice cushy cushion. There has been some knocking from the inside of the egg therefore we know now, from a book I picked up from the UK years ago that there isn’t much more to go (time). We all are happy although not all the same way. We will miss them for those months when they are out in the deep country.
Lili is back in day care after a lengthy break from it. I hope she likes it although I am sure she does. She was getting bored of the constant adult company. Especially that Moses slept through pretty much the whole of last week.
I am counting down now, to mention one counting. I have 25 days left before I will know a lot more about the future than I do know.
Ok. I am not being clear.
I have 25 days left before I will know with a lot more certainty about the future what I already know now.
I began reading a book with which I spent countless hours in the last 4 days. Apart from today for Today I have managed so far only to work a supposedly 8 hours shift, have breakfast, lunch, snack, a couple of nice chats, a cup of coffee, this writing session, doing the laundry and other things. No time for reading. The book by the way is The Shock Doctrine from Naomi Klein. All I can say that a good friend, the same one who have saved me in the snow in Seinajoki have managed to summarise the book for me back in December fairly well. And another thing I could say is the advice for us all never to give up our last bit of solidarity for the other human being in whatever condition we or he/she might be in. If we do, ‘they’ will have won. The corporatist state will have triumphed and the legacy of – amongst others, many of them far worst - Thatcher will be everlasting.
Tobi started organising our neighbourhood to clear up the grass, the playground and the common room we have for the ten houses in our ‘estate’. There are some problems however with his initiative he is unwilling to see.
1. The grass is particularly nonexistent after three and a half months of winter so far.
2. Both the grass and the playground have been under snow for the last 3 months.
3. The common room in our little neighbourhood is never used. I mean never. The only time someone goes in there when it’s getting cleaned once a week.
4. Point three points out further difficulties in trying to organise anything at all in VK5.
5. It is always good to have 5 points. But to validate it properly: he is a dragon
I am bored of writing, coffee is cold
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Monday 9 February 2009
2 weeks in one go, 4 entries
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Ultra
Ultrasomething. I had to take the lot there. It all started with a heartbeat, calm, rhythmical and constant through the eggshell. We caught Tobi with ears constantly on the egg, listening to it smiling in that idiotic way that I so like to use on the bus; helping people have a long walk or wait for the next bus. His ear however isn’t really warm enough Elena pointed out a thousand times already. It’s got to be the bottom.
Ultrasomething is what caught a dragon’s attention when we were comparing notes on the process of baby growing. ‘That ultrasomething, we must get to do some of that’. I looked into it and one day packing up the whole lot we set out to the one place in town they will do it for free. Sort of free. It took some convincing to get an appointment on short notice and get to the lab with the ultrasound machine where the operator lady was still rather reluctant to work with an egg but after 15 minutes of whining, crying, trying and miming Elena eventually started to get a bit upset and disappointed to be turned down. Tobi slipped in ‘She usually gets a sneezing fit when she is upset’ Tobi slipped into the conversation to which statement Moses reassuringly added ‘they’re both fire breathing dragons from Vietnam.’
The tiny thing looks tiny inside the egg and it can still move ‘bout a bit. Not so much. Our operator lady was clearly distressed as she paused the picture on the screen and took measurements telling us the due date. She seemed a bit puzzled by something while telling the happy parents to be this and our wild laughing and rolling on the floor after a split second helped her realise that she was not looking at a human thingy so her usual measurement thingy was just entirely pointless. She managed a modest smile and saw us off with best wishes and everything stressing again and again that just the one examination was enough; everything is in the most perfect of orders as far as she can tell.
Joyful singing on the way home which I missed. The dragons flew off with Moses, Blabla and Zagy on backs and I got to carry the egg in a bag with the hot water bottle. It was boring waiting for the bus. But is it ever not boring? Well maybe when it is frustrating. Then there is an emotional charge.
I have become interested in becoming a student once again. And it is interesting.
The waiting isn’t interesting. It’s killing me. Not literally. It would be terrible if people died in waiting for interview dates. Besides it would be fairly disappointing not to have anyone show up.
30012009
Focus
It has become impossible to write anything, to do anything anymore. It seems my life is taken up with care. I care a lot. About earning money so we can have food and other commodities. I care for people and I seem to care for their state of minds. So I either listen to one talking about history and essays or I listen to random stuff from daycare or life round the house, live report of what’s happening to Moses or I listen to Tobi’s plans for the time when they are going to be a family of three. Sometimes reading through a paragraph is interrupted several times and vow! No I managed to finish this one only now sharing my attention... and eventually loosing focus.
The weekend that has passed with Lots of talking 03022009
And sauna and wisdom and some beer while there were children and snow as usual and some ice for a bit of change. People of course. Old friends who entertained each other with Much talking.
About babies and children and day cares and stuff. Lots of stuff. Too much talking that my brains feel fried somehow. There was eve a fire breathing competition. That was fun somehow. Tobi loved it and I think he may has a good recording of it. But he is not sharing. A bit of shame. He was the jury or something like that but jus the himself. I still claim that he let things slip a bit because although it was a firebreathing competition even when I was shredded to bits, chewed up and spit out on the snow he didn’t intervene or anything. But this last part clearly didn’t involve any of the fire. He said something about the loose text in the rule book. Then I realised that we don’t have one of those. Luckily an innocent bystander saved the day. Saved me. I also mimed dead for a while but that wasn’t working particularly well.
The biggest confusion in regular talk was on how to exercise then finalize communal living. Shall we
1 create a community wherever we go, whatever we do? Regardless of anything apart from the momentary place one resides? – a good idea but...
2 Become virtual villager or maybe
3 Become villagers collecting up a bunch of people from all around the globe
I take votes.
Tobi is for the village, point three. Me too but that taking action bit hesitates so to begin I am thinking of building a website gathering up all those people and I am also thinking of organising a community even in our neighbourhood, trying again joining a ruokapiiri with people who refuse to talk English...
I should see.
A ruokapiiri is a bunch of people who buy food together from local producers.
09022009
Sick Bay
In the last couple of weeks we have been hit hard. It all begun with a friend moving in with us for about ten days coming back home to oulu from exotic Istanbul. She thought that it’s a sanatorium or something. A comfy hospital where people take care of you. Then it was Jen’s turn. And now it is Lili’s. And I care I care I care. Tobi is having difficulties to stay awake but as long as he is on the egg it should be ok. They say it maybe only as short as a month before we crack. I mean the egg does. Elena and I play chess these days or some computer games that Lili is growing most tired off. I suppose it must become tiring when your parents can only say ‘in a minute’ eyes glued to a screen. Moses is asleep and anyway. There is half a meter snow outside while she is having an ear infection. Life it seems has its troubles sometimes.
We have been accused of abandoning this stuff here by some. I felt the negative vibes. Well, we don’t! Yes, surre getting lost in counting but hello, I finished that application form 10 days ago and since I have been having a most terrible block. It must be that I was forced to write into 462 words (3000 characters with spaces) everything that is important about me. I am a very important person and such scrutinizing squeeze has had some uncomfortable consequences of which I will not disclose any more details here.
This sounded somehow different from what I intended but not gonna edit it out. You read it!
Tobi says hello. We went out to the snow tonight. It’s a new habit since the lot of snow fell. Go for a walk in the woods. Scare some dogs and enjoy the knee deep snow. Knee deep for me. We are all for snow suits of course.
Ultra
Ultrasomething. I had to take the lot there. It all started with a heartbeat, calm, rhythmical and constant through the eggshell. We caught Tobi with ears constantly on the egg, listening to it smiling in that idiotic way that I so like to use on the bus; helping people have a long walk or wait for the next bus. His ear however isn’t really warm enough Elena pointed out a thousand times already. It’s got to be the bottom.
Ultrasomething is what caught a dragon’s attention when we were comparing notes on the process of baby growing. ‘That ultrasomething, we must get to do some of that’. I looked into it and one day packing up the whole lot we set out to the one place in town they will do it for free. Sort of free. It took some convincing to get an appointment on short notice and get to the lab with the ultrasound machine where the operator lady was still rather reluctant to work with an egg but after 15 minutes of whining, crying, trying and miming Elena eventually started to get a bit upset and disappointed to be turned down. Tobi slipped in ‘She usually gets a sneezing fit when she is upset’ Tobi slipped into the conversation to which statement Moses reassuringly added ‘they’re both fire breathing dragons from Vietnam.’
The tiny thing looks tiny inside the egg and it can still move ‘bout a bit. Not so much. Our operator lady was clearly distressed as she paused the picture on the screen and took measurements telling us the due date. She seemed a bit puzzled by something while telling the happy parents to be this and our wild laughing and rolling on the floor after a split second helped her realise that she was not looking at a human thingy so her usual measurement thingy was just entirely pointless. She managed a modest smile and saw us off with best wishes and everything stressing again and again that just the one examination was enough; everything is in the most perfect of orders as far as she can tell.
Joyful singing on the way home which I missed. The dragons flew off with Moses, Blabla and Zagy on backs and I got to carry the egg in a bag with the hot water bottle. It was boring waiting for the bus. But is it ever not boring? Well maybe when it is frustrating. Then there is an emotional charge.
I have become interested in becoming a student once again. And it is interesting.
The waiting isn’t interesting. It’s killing me. Not literally. It would be terrible if people died in waiting for interview dates. Besides it would be fairly disappointing not to have anyone show up.
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Focus
It has become impossible to write anything, to do anything anymore. It seems my life is taken up with care. I care a lot. About earning money so we can have food and other commodities. I care for people and I seem to care for their state of minds. So I either listen to one talking about history and essays or I listen to random stuff from daycare or life round the house, live report of what’s happening to Moses or I listen to Tobi’s plans for the time when they are going to be a family of three. Sometimes reading through a paragraph is interrupted several times and vow! No I managed to finish this one only now sharing my attention... and eventually loosing focus.
The weekend that has passed with Lots of talking 03022009
And sauna and wisdom and some beer while there were children and snow as usual and some ice for a bit of change. People of course. Old friends who entertained each other with Much talking.
About babies and children and day cares and stuff. Lots of stuff. Too much talking that my brains feel fried somehow. There was eve a fire breathing competition. That was fun somehow. Tobi loved it and I think he may has a good recording of it. But he is not sharing. A bit of shame. He was the jury or something like that but jus the himself. I still claim that he let things slip a bit because although it was a firebreathing competition even when I was shredded to bits, chewed up and spit out on the snow he didn’t intervene or anything. But this last part clearly didn’t involve any of the fire. He said something about the loose text in the rule book. Then I realised that we don’t have one of those. Luckily an innocent bystander saved the day. Saved me. I also mimed dead for a while but that wasn’t working particularly well.
The biggest confusion in regular talk was on how to exercise then finalize communal living. Shall we
1 create a community wherever we go, whatever we do? Regardless of anything apart from the momentary place one resides? – a good idea but...
2 Become virtual villager or maybe
3 Become villagers collecting up a bunch of people from all around the globe
I take votes.
Tobi is for the village, point three. Me too but that taking action bit hesitates so to begin I am thinking of building a website gathering up all those people and I am also thinking of organising a community even in our neighbourhood, trying again joining a ruokapiiri with people who refuse to talk English...
I should see.
A ruokapiiri is a bunch of people who buy food together from local producers.
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Sick Bay
In the last couple of weeks we have been hit hard. It all begun with a friend moving in with us for about ten days coming back home to oulu from exotic Istanbul. She thought that it’s a sanatorium or something. A comfy hospital where people take care of you. Then it was Jen’s turn. And now it is Lili’s. And I care I care I care. Tobi is having difficulties to stay awake but as long as he is on the egg it should be ok. They say it maybe only as short as a month before we crack. I mean the egg does. Elena and I play chess these days or some computer games that Lili is growing most tired off. I suppose it must become tiring when your parents can only say ‘in a minute’ eyes glued to a screen. Moses is asleep and anyway. There is half a meter snow outside while she is having an ear infection. Life it seems has its troubles sometimes.
We have been accused of abandoning this stuff here by some. I felt the negative vibes. Well, we don’t! Yes, surre getting lost in counting but hello, I finished that application form 10 days ago and since I have been having a most terrible block. It must be that I was forced to write into 462 words (3000 characters with spaces) everything that is important about me. I am a very important person and such scrutinizing squeeze has had some uncomfortable consequences of which I will not disclose any more details here.
This sounded somehow different from what I intended but not gonna edit it out. You read it!
Tobi says hello. We went out to the snow tonight. It’s a new habit since the lot of snow fell. Go for a walk in the woods. Scare some dogs and enjoy the knee deep snow. Knee deep for me. We are all for snow suits of course.
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