måndag 30 mars 2009

Kaffi å kaffi

... och NU sajbertraskar ni SAMTLIGA iväg - i samlad trupp eller utpridd skara - till MAJA och beundrar hennes träffsäkra vardagscynism och briljanta serier! Den som törs kan hälsa från mig! ;-)
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Och så en hänvisning och hälsning till Österbottens Tidning, samt ett varmt tack för att vi får låna Maja en stund. Ni får henne tillbaka i god tid för nästa kaffi. :-)

torsdag 26 mars 2009

Ilmatar

Toivo Kulttis "Ilmatar", Malax, Finland


"Ilmatar" by Toivo Kultti, Malax, Finland

"Ilmatar": Finnish goddess of the air who, according to the creation story in the Kalevala, created the world from two eggs from the eagle Kokko.

lördag 21 mars 2009

skydds-alien

bild/image = länk/link
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"Voj Copernikus i kvadrat! Tääääck så himst obarmhärtit mytji! Jennar kåmbär man på utryckning, CYYKLANDES i sitt billösa tillstånd, me tungon linda runt cyyklin mitt i stårmin tå e bloåsär så e gaar voågår i schithusloårin... å så ji e STÄNGT! Arrrrmadi daagar!!!

Än tu då? Vann ji du?

Hälsningar,
ditt Skydds-Alien"

~ ur min utomhusgästbok à la 1994

torsdag 19 mars 2009

så det så

"Sandra Konttinen är trött på fördomar. Värst är fördomarna med kopplingar till rasism och främlingsfientlighet. - Jag tror att fördomarna bottnar i rädsla. Finländare vågar inte ta reda på hur en människa är som person, i stället dömer de honom eller henne utifrån utseende, säger hon." (Österbottens tidning)

Det här är en ung dam som jag är mäkta stolt över ska ni veta, och inte en sekund har jag ångrat att jag en gång i tiden rekommenderade After Eight för henne och henne för After Eight!
Denna lördag, 21.3 2009, arrangerar hon en anti-rasismfestival på ovannämnda ställe och då ser ni till att pallra er dit - åtminstone ni som befinner er i Jakobstad med omnejd.

Så det så.

onsdag 18 mars 2009

veins

"Hej! Min mamma envisas med att ta närbilder på allt. Ibland är det bra och ibland är det dåligt. Den här gången har hon stuckit näsan i mitt akrylexperiment."
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"Hi! My mom is stubborn enough to take close-ups of everything. Sometimes thats's a good thing and sometimes it's bad. This time she has stuck her nose into an acryl-experiment of mine."
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/Jonas

tisdag 17 mars 2009

Beware of guitars


One of my beloved colleagues has a new book. I'm ok with that. I like people who appreciate a good book, no matter genre. Then my beloved colleague says: "Oh, there's one page in particular that I need to show You. Wait, I'll make a copy for You. I read it yesterday and I immediately came to think of You!"

"Beware of guitars

A small primate called a "Warris" lives inside every one.
They live on a diet of human fingers."

Well, You all know I play the guitar every now and then, even at work, and so my colleague knows it too. Now I believe he is trying to tell me something.

- Should I fear the Warris?

måndag 16 mars 2009

... and I will whisper in Your ear ...

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Update: [post für finnland]

motlutet, försyndelserna och räkenskaperna

Till D! / For D!
En skål schweppes för tungsinnet/
A toast in schweppes for the heavyness of the mind
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"Broder D och jag äter lunch. Vi är samma skrot och korn, D och jag. Nästan från samma by. Nästan lika dystra. Nästan lika tungsinnta. Nästan lika desillusionerade och även när vi tillåter oss flyga nuddar fötterna vid markytan. När vi skrattar, skrattar vi åt eländet. Mycket annat att skratta åt finns inte, resonerar vi.
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Någon gång funderar vi över livet. Tillvaron får inte bli för ljus. Att se ljuset kan innebära slutet. Slutet av tunneln. En annan gång funderar vi över döden. Vad är det som säger att det är bättre på andra sidan? Och vad är det då för skillnad var man har det eländigt?
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Man ska inte tänka för stora tankar om sig själv, men det gäller att hålla ut. Tugga aluminiumfolie och se van ut. Däremellan skrubba sig ordentligt. Med stålborsten."
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Lady of the Lake 02 06 2007
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The ascent, the breaches and the reckonings

"Brother D and I are having lunch together. We are two of a kind - the same kind, D and me. Almost from the same village. Almost as bleak. Almost as gloomy. Almost as disillusioned and even when we allow ourselves to fly our feet still touch the ground. When we laugh, we laugh at the misery. There's not much else to laugh about, we reason.

Occasionally we are discussing life. Existence should never look too bright or be taken too lightly. To see the light could mean the end. The end of the tunnel. Another time we are discussing death. But who is to say whether things will get better on "the other side"? And if not, what difference does it make where You are miserable?

Do not think too highly of Yourself, but try to endure. Chew aluminum foil and look like You know what You're doing. In between You should scrub Yourself properly. With a wire brush. "

Lady of the Lake 02 06 2007

torsdag 12 mars 2009

We'll make great pets

Porno for Pyros : "Pets"

children are innocent
a teenager's fucked up in the head
adults are even more fucked up
and elderlies are like children
will there be another race
to come along and take over for us?
maybe martians could do
better than we've done

We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!

my friend says we're like the dinosaurs
only we are doing ourselves in
much faster than they ever did

We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!
We'll make great pets!

mermaid Nadya


"Nadya Vessey lost her legs as a child but now she swims like a mermaid.

Ms Vessey's mermaid tail was created by Wellington-based film industry wizards Weta Workshop after the Auckland woman wrote to them two years ago asking if they could make her a prosthetic tail. She was astounded when they agreed.

She lost both legs below the knee from a medical condition when she was a child and told "Close Up" last night her long-held dream had come true. "A prosthetic is a prosthetic, and your body has to be comfortable with it and you have to mentally make it part of yourself," she said.

Ms Vessey told a little boy: "I'm a little mermaid" when he asked what happened to her legs and the idea stuck.

Weta Workshop director Richard Taylor, more used to winning Oscars for visual effects from movies such as Lord of the Rings, was delighted to make it happen.
"She was very patient. We haven't always been able to fulfil some requests. We were engaged in it pretty quickly because it was a challenge."
Weta costumer Lee Williams, who worked on the suit between film projects with seven other staff, told Close Up she "wanted [Nadya] to be beautiful and sexy".

After seeing Ms Vessey test the tail in Kilbirnie pool then frolic in the harbour, Ms Williams was stoked. "It was absolutely amazing. It's beautiful to watch Nadya swim and to see that dream come true and to be a part of that. I feel quite blessed."


The suit was made mostly of wetsuit fabric and plastic moulds, and was covered in a digitally printed sock. Mermaid-like scales were painted by hand.
Mr Taylor said not only did the tail have to be functional, it was important it looked realistic.

"What became apparent was that she actually physically wanted to look like a mermaid."

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Source: Stuff

Transmitted by Pip

fredag 6 mars 2009

Sausage

I'm in the habit of sometimes disgusting my friends and companions, and now it may very well be Your turn, cyberfriends. At this early stage I already feel obliged to apologize for my behavior, especially to the sensitive ones of You, but nevertheless I feel an absolute urge to blog this little fellow.

Reason 1: the relation to my sign according to the chinese horoscope
Reason 2: finnish people are known for three strong traditions - getting really drunk, enjoying a hot sauna and eating a lot of sausage

While enjoying an outdoor afternoon with my colleagues and adepts skiing, walking, talking and... ehum... grilling sausage, my colleague D called upon my attention by silently pointing his finger towards a sausage that had obviously fallen under a bench in the barbecue hut we at that point were situated in.

I'm not known to be the tidiest person around but still felt I should clean up some of our mess, knowing that another group of people would soon come to use the barbecue hut aswell. Bending myself forward reaching out to pick up the sausage I all of a sudden noticed that it was not all that fresch and that there was something strange going on...

... INSIDE THE SAUSAGE!!!




Well, I decided to pick up my camera instead. Talk about convenient accomodation! Sheltered from the cold wind and with delicious food all around! What more could a little mouse wish from a luxurious sleeping bag? Distracted by the flash from my camera it finally ran off into the surrounding woods, but if You happen to wonder, yes, I saw to it to leave him a new sausage... a little more hidden... just in case he would come back...

... and my chinese sign? Well, RAT, of course!