Friday, July 31, 2009

Runs with Thunder


Went out for a run, although it was pouring.
The weather just always seems more breathable, lighter in a way.
And the air smells intoxicating.
It's rasberry time.
Do you know how wet rasberry leaves smell? It's indiscrapable.
The sky grew darker and darker, rain pouring down until I was completely drenched.
And it was wonderful.
And it was perfect.
All I could hear was the steady pace of my feet and the rain all around me.
And then a lightning cracks the sky open.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Cure


If this dose of chocolate doesn't cure me from my PMS, I may have to commit manslaughter.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Fuel


Yes, I definetely like this place. Que approveche!

All work and no play..


Checking out the new place in my neighborhood, Bar Siltanen. They say that it took four years to renovate this place as bar. Digging it so far, especially the re-use of old dentist lamps. Now, work. *she commands herself and dives in the misty waters of her doctorate*

Wednesday blues


What a useless day.

Monday, July 27, 2009

I wish upon a star..


The bag says "goodbye all worries and sorrow". Wish it'd be that way. That I could just fill a bag full with all my worries and toss it out of the window. Or maybe sunk it by the dock. Steal a boat maybe, and ship the damn bag out in the ocean. Oh well. Shame it doesn't work that way. Would've been handy, though.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Romkräm - Mätitahna - Roe paste

Is there anything more delightful? Food of Gods, I say! OMNOM!
(in the mean time in another dimension fish are eating human sperm/eggs)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I'm seeing double

The Dog's Diary
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat's Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Speak 'friend' and enter

It's about eight o'clock in the morning, clouds ripping slowly apart in front of the sun and I have a whole day to spend in a car. As the sun keeps climbing up the temperature rises as well. It's July and these are the very rare days that are actually warm "up here". And when I say warm, I mean about +20 - +25. Although I "like it hot", I'm a real Finn: +25 is the maximum I like.

I need to have my dose of sweating and melting and boiling, lying in the park, fingers sticky with melted ice cream and strawberries. The feeling of absolute relax, body heavy with the warmth.

But now, as I'm writing this short entry, I'm already home, and I can see from my window how my neighbors are crawling from their hidings, eyes sore, faces full with happiness that say "sun! finally!" I should be there with them. Stretching my car-achy-body and drink ice cold cider under the sun.

I'm planning to stay inside, dance around half naked and maybe have a beer.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Sunday, sunny sunday

Boo: "Should eat something..."
Me: "Uhhuh.."
Fifteen minutes later.
Boo: "Wanna get something to eat, hon?"
Me: "Uhhuh.."
Half an hour later.
Me: "What did you say?"


Friday, July 10, 2009

Casual friday



Ps. I really like my feet. They take me to places.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The weather changes fast




The former industrial harbour.
Hard to imagine that just behind me is the most lush and green scenery. The air is thick from the smell of ocean salt, wet sand and water grass.
This morning the city was dark with thunder clouds. Woke up to a sound that seemed to crack the sky open.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Coffee to go, please


Environmental friendly take away. Me liek.

Friday, July 3, 2009

And all the other things that just happen and are..

A quote by Jonathan Safran Foer, A Convergence Of Birds: (via radio-ballet)
“Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and empathy and hardwood and heavy water and high black stockings and the history of the Vikings and brass and obsolescence and burnt hair and collapsed soufflés and the impossibility of not falling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are."


What is your world?

My universe is a complex mixture of trying to cope with never-ending restlessness and overwhelming will of freedom and love for coffee in the morning and chocolate and endless summer nights when you're drunk 'n extatic and writing awkward thoughts that seem marvelous at the time and getting inspirations in photographing and balancing with my body and mind and letting myself relax and let go and loving the life I live and trying to live the life that I love and reminding myself with turquoise color that there's beauty in every little detail of the world.