Welcome to the World

Congratulations for a baby girl Canadians! Well done! I can't wait to see the little person.

Meanwhile in my everyday life - I seem to be full of aggression right now. I wonder if someone has put a curse on me or if this is hormonal or am I just becoming nuts? What ever it is, I hope it will go away. My beloved spouse will propably hit the road soon if I don't stop acting like this.

Options

Dishes to wash, two books to read, telephone calls to make, letters to write, mess to clean, things to pack, a dog to take for a walk... The kid is sleeping and I have to decide where to start.

Valhalla

I had a nice bath today at a local swimming hall, Valhallabadet. They have a department which they call "A Roman Relaxation Bath" (bad translation, but you get it). That's where we went today with my friend. We stayed there for two hours sweating in a steam sauna and a dry sauna, having a shower, sweating again etc. A Finn can't survive too long without a good bath in a sauna. That's what I have found out after moving away from Finland.

Fortunately they have so many onsens in Japan. I'll be fine there too.

Oblivion

If you are in an acute need of healing here is a site to get it.

I have gone through old letters. I am throwing out piles of them and saving just the dearest ones. In some letters there are photos too. It's both nice and strange to see faces from the past, situation and meetings I have already forgotten. We forget SO much. Or at least I do. And I think it's not only negative to forget. Mind's defence mechanisms are there for reason.

Ms Hoover

Let's see if my alter ego, 'cleaner lady', pays a visit today. This flat needs her badly. The closer the move comes the less I have energy to keep dust balls away. Tonight friends are coming over and though they know us well enough, I still don't want them to see our worst possible mess. So - cleaner lady, please come.

Let's See Auras

I found a book called 'Auras, See Them in Only 60 Seconds' at library. Let's see if it works.

Our beloved neighbours keep on listening to their (not at all) sophisticated music with bass (and our walls) bumping. Boy am I glad to get rid of them! Let our future neighbours be the kind that are easy to love.

Rubber Boots

In western Sweden life can become quite uncomfortable if you own a dog and don't have a pair of proper rubber boots. It rains a lot in here. Fortunately we both bought a pair of Nokia's rubber boots before we moved to Sweden. That was six years ago. They are still like new, though we've both used them regulary. I am going to drag them with me to Japan too - I'm sure they become handy when the first Tsunami hits our spot. (Nokia boots have super powers.)

We in this case is me and Markus, the man I live with.

David and Viking Body Parts

I'm glad I didn't go to see David Coverdale in despite of his old-woman-looks. Today's paper told that he had made comments of "Viking women's breasts" on stage. I don't usually jump up and down out of joy and happiness when I hear sexistic comments. I'm sure I wouldn't have done it this time either.

What I really wanted to say today was that I believe that one can choose what one thinks. Yesterday, when I had an irresistible urge to kick everything, because the world didn't act according to my plans, I knew, that it's all in my head. And I knew that I will feel content again if I am determined to think differently. We create our realities our selves. Maybe not all the aspects of reality like hurricanes and earthquakes, but we choose what we think and that what makes our existence to what it is.

There'll be more cheap pseudo-wisdom from this address - stay tuned!

Cogito ergo sum

It's one of those days when I seem not to be able to do anything I would like to do. There must be something good about this day too... let me think...

... still thinking...

... still thinking...

I am thinking, therefore I must be existing. Is that good?

Sharks

Today we went to Universeum. It's a science discovery centre. They have a great ocean aquarium, among other things. Vimme was impressed by sharks. Ever since he saw the sharks, he's said his own version of the finnish word for a shark again and again and again. I hope he won't get nightmares tonight.

Happy Birthday Piko

Piko

It's Piko's 14th birthday today. He will get his annual party pizza later today.

He is old, but he is still in a good condition and I wouldn't be surprised if he lived 2-3 years more. Long live the dog!

Word Lists

Yesterday I went through old papers from my Swedish course at the local university. The course was excellent. I have never had such a good language teacher in any language as what Lennart was. And now I see that I studied really hard: I found hand written word lists after word lists and then again some word lists.

I wonder if I will find Japanese word lists all over the place when we are finally packing our stuff to move back to Scandinavia.

Headstand

Headstand 

Sometimes even the headstand doesn't help.

Today Vimme had his worst tantrum ever and nothing helped. Nothing! I guess it's the same with tantrums and hang overs: you just have to wait that they pass.

Sunday

It's one of those days when weather gods haven't been able to decide what they want to offer us. So far we've had hails, rain and lovely sun shine. I am prepared to get some snow too... just in case.

An Old Woman - David

David Coverdale will sign records at a music shop next week. I am tempted to dig out my 'Saints and Sinners' LP and go there to have a look at the man. Few years ago I found a picture of him on a news paper. He looked like an old woman.

I wonder if I am supposed to buy a new Whitesnake album if I want to get a signature on my old LP. Do I want to have a new Whitesnake album? I doubt.

Underwater

Turtle

Underwater images have been recently on my mind a lot. I'd love to see Luc Besson's 'Big Blue' again.

An Expert

Yesterday we went to a library with Vimme and carried home a pile of children's books. Now I have read out loud some of the books approximately 20 times. I'll know every book by heart before I return them.

Ask me anything about Tomppa. Tomppa books have become my speciality.

Carol

Yesterday I finished Carol Shields' book 'The Republic of Love'. Today when I browsed sites about her I found out that she died last year. She had breast cancer. I had no idea. Only yesterday I was still looking forward to read her next book. Her latest book 'Unless' is one of the best novels I've read this year.

Why, why, why?

What happened in Beslan makes me feel so low and heavy. I don't understand what hostage-takers wanted achieve with their act. Independence?!? How can they think so wrong? You can only get whole world's hate on you by such an act. No one will feel sympathy for you or for your course. No one.

Finland-Sweden, Sweden-Finland

The annual Athletic Games between Sweden and Finland are held at the stadium next to us. Last night, right when the games were over for the day, we went to the stadium area with Vimme to create havoc (That's easy - I just let Vimme to run loose) and to feel the spirit of the games.

A House

Last night I saw Martha Rosler's video at gallery Yeans. I didn't expect much from it, but it turned out to be quite intresting. The video was about a huge building in southern France. The house was designed by le Corbusier and it was build after his death.

I have very ambivalent feelings towards 60's architecture and my first feelings about the house was, that it was plain ugly. But people who lived there seemed to like the house. Though one woman said it is almost impossible to furnish a le Corbusier. I guess there are more aspects to buildings than beauty and high quality of the construction.

Dreams of William

Oooooh, if I ever will hold William Blake's works in my hands when I am working as a conservator. It won't happen too soon: yesterday I got a paper from my school that I am allowed to have a break from studies until December 2006. That is when we return from Japan.

Bakery

To put a bread into an oven and start browsing Geisha Asobi's site at the same time is a BAD combination. The bread ended up being 40 minutes over-baked. God, I was mad at myself. Fortunately, this morning I found out the bread was eatable anyway. AND, it tasted good.

Geisha Asobi's site is full off weird stuff and surprises. I never knew there is tooth pick art. Or Virgin Mary urinals. Thank you Geisha Asobi for showing all this to us.

A Move

Sorry about this inconvenience. I got tired of mBlog and moved my blog to Blogger. I find this blog program easier to use. So welcome to this new site!!!