The Other World

Näytetään bloggaukset syyskuulta 2007.
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Is the passion play dark or the darkpassion a play?

Okay, instead of doing what I should have been doing (in this case, revising my creative writing text and typing it in) I have once again been doing other things (in this case, listening to Nightwish and reading numerous interviews in four languages about Nightwish). I guess I have one hell of a night ahead of me because of my lazyness. I assume I have more caffeine hidden somewhere...

Anyway, I wanted to share with the rest of you (some of you are statistically likely to own the album so you'll know what I'm talking about) some feelings and reactions I had from 'Dark Passion Play' (the title has a double meaning according to Maestro Holopainen).

'The Poet and the Pendulum' - I'll just skip any analyses of Poe at this point since that was so very clearly overcome by something else: isn't Holopainen afraid of being so honest? Apart from the lyrics, the music hit me since I like progressive power metal. All the parts, whether an expression of aggression or a melancholic lullaby of worry, they seem to blend with each other, and every single time the chorus stops me.

"You live long enough to hear the sound of guns.
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night.
Long enough to see your friends betray you."

And furthermore:

"'Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
with a smile on his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.'"

Another one of my favourites turned out to be 'Cadence of her last breath'. There's something incredibly addictive in the intro beginning with a piano melody and then followed by, what I perceive as aggressive guitars, with very nice sound. I listened to this song three times in a row; first with 'normal' sound, then with extra basses and finally with extra-extra basses. I'm telling you, the last one was best to accompany Anette's voice. The 'runaways' in the chorus I think could have been left out altogether; they just make the song sound llike Evanescence or some other American wannabe-Nightwishes.

'Eva' - obviously, having been bullied myself, I can relate myself to her complitely. This song actually made me cry, it's just so beautiful and sorrowful.

'For the heart I once had' made chilly shivers run down my spine. And I can assure you, they were not of pleasure but of sheer horror. The intro sounds *exactly* like that of an "iskelmä" song. I was absolutely terrified then, and I still have difficulties not to think of this and get all these negative connotations fill my mind while listening to the song.

Anette Olzon did her job extremely well on the album. So her voice doesn't range as much as Turunen's voice but it doesn't really even matter much to me. Only once (in the chorus of 'The Poet and the Pendulum', to be precise) did I wonder for a second what it would sound like sung by a trained soprano instead of someone testing the limits of their voice that much. Nightwish has had a few geeks already as Nightwish cover bands (such as Natuvissyt and Nachtwisser) so some already have an idea how the old songs, the classics, flow when sung by Anette. I'm sure some songs will stay out of the performance lists (like 'The Phantom and the Opera') but I'm slightly worried if they've changed the old ones a bit too much. Or worse: just a tiny little thing that you can't quite put your finger on but that still bothers you as a listener. What about her stage charisma? What I can see from the photos on NW Gallery looks like at least the wardrobe is not that similar with Tarja's. Okay, *far* too much comparing. In a nutshell, Anette will probably do well. Even her Swedishness doesn't bother (yet... let us wait for the Finland vs. Sweden annual ice hockey match...).

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And now, circulating blood carrying water molecules a mother drank to the brains of her unborn child. Let's see how difficult that turns out to be.




Dysmenorrea.

One hell of a morning.

The second I got up from the bed my dear ovaries begin to scream, and an infernal pain pierces my consciousness. With infernal pain I'm referring to mild inability to stand straight without grinning in agony.

And being so damn conscientious I, the good student, have a breakfast consisting of an extra-strong pain killer (of a prescription that isn't even mine), water and lots of Pepsi to wash away that disgusting taste the pill left in my mouth. Then, with great effort I assure you, I mount my bike and cycle to school, every single pump in the road temporarily increasing the pain tricefold.

And still no periods.

...I want to go to bed. Hopefully it won't hurt this much tomorrow.

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I should stop reading about my illness. The amount of negative things overrides the positive ones 6-0. Fucking gynaecologist... would it have been so fucking difficult to explain MY situation to ME instead of leaving me in insecurity reading random things from random sources?!


Venus Doom.

When I bought the new HIM album, I was left wondering; why do I still listen to this?

Venus Doom:

"Leave all behind to watch her crawl
through our dark gardens of insanity.
She'll be the light to guide you back home,
just give her a kiss worth dying for
and open your arms.

Watch me fall for you my Venus Doom.
Hide my heart where all dreams are entombed.
All dreams are of you, my Venus Doom."

And 'Cyanide Sun':

"I am dead to you, a shadow doomed,
my love, forever in the dark.
And of all untruths the truest is you, too close to my heart.

This emptiness I've made my home.
Embracing memories of dreams long gone.
One last caress from the corps of love is all I want
underneath the cyanide sun."

Because of this; because of Her.


"Dear gods..."

Who ever said that seven hours of pathology on a Friday can't be fun? Especially when you're sitting in the same row with the classmates that have the worst mouth.

Yesterday at some point V brought up a question: does the anus begin to loosen if one has anal sex? I, as very typical to me, looked it up from one of the sexology books I have. The answer, which I presented to the part of my class with these curious minds this morning, is no, not if the sensory system is normal there should be no problems with a little anal sex every now and then.

H, however, was dared to ask the question from the visiting pathology lecturer, who is most of the time a doctor (she, H, would get four packs of cigarettes if she asked him). My first reaction when she opened her mouth and said she had a question: I leaned my head on my hands and said "dear gods...". And what does the doctor do? He answered to the question with his microphone ON. I'm sure just us in the front row knew what the question was and we sure laughed. I know, the question itself is justified but let's look at the mitigating factor: it was a Friday afternoon.

Anyway, H added the aspect of porn stars to the question. Therefore, the doctor/teacher/lecturer said it's likely there will be wounds and scarring before long. Well, I was right since I seeked the answer from the point of view of someone interested in doing it every once in a while, and the doctor was right since he seeked the answer from the point of view of someone more active.

I can't wait for Tuesday... =D


"Within the silence of my heart"

So that was the title of my very first Creative writing course assignment/text/short story.

Apparently (his handwriting is terrible; there are two words I can't make out even with the context's help) the teacher thinks I would do well as a gardener since my descriptions of plants and such was realistic, based on his own interst towards plants ("what?"). My story is also "Edgar A. Poe(ish)". Not far from what I was thinking about after reading it through for the last time before printing: Edgar Allan Poe meets the Harlequin novels. The difference lies in the literary value of those two... well, if the Harlequins really had any to begin with.

He had underlined the word 'fuchsia' and placed a question mark above it. According to both the OED and the Cambridge dictionaries online, 'fuchsia' means exactly the same as in Finnish: it's a colour. I guess the sex stereotype of a man not knowing the difference between the dozen shades of the colour white actually does prove right as far as he's concerned.

The subject for the next piece is 'The Motive' or 'The Motif'. Let's see... motives... and I just got the coroner's report... and I want to write about that... Yeah, it'll be about my father's suicide.

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You know, I'll never get over that picture. In that one in particular, Poe is a spitting image of my father.


23 997, 23 998, 23 999... 24 000!

Okay, so here's the deal. I love puzzles and I find it extremely calming to put them together. Some time during the spring I came across with the world's currently biggest jigsaw puzzle on sale:

http://www.worldslargestpuzzle.com/
(I suggest you check out the 'Puzzle Close-Up' section; both the lost city and the space sections are absolutely beautiful)

Twenty-four thousand pieces... I was also able to track down a place where this puzzle was sold; 162,80 euros, free shipping. I know that by the time I was even near of completing this puzzle (Annick Oriol, from Belgium, completed it in 28 days...).

But. What kind of experiences do you people have of buying something from a different country than Finland via Internet? How trustworthy these PayPals and credit card numbers exactly are? I really would like to get this puzzle because I haven't yet checked if it can be found from here (I seriously doubt that).



I can't sleep. Well, I can but after four hours I woke up from my somewhat weird dream (it involved Her, one of my university teachers and a Puppe book). I couldn't read the text in the book.

I once read a short story ('Yaguara' by Nicola Griffith) that explained why people, supposedly everyone, are not able to read or count anything in their dreams. As follows:

"Ever wondered why you can't read or do math in your dreams?"
Jane opened her mouth to say she had never noticed whether or not she could, then remembered countless dreams of opening books only to be frustrated by meaningless squiggles.
Cleis noticed and nodded. "The neocortex handles analytic recoleections. It's usually turned off when we dream. That's why dreams are so hard to remember.--"

I don't know if the background research actually took place or if the author used the creative freedom to invent such seemingly scientific basis. If that's an actual fact... well, I don't have that big troubles remembering my dreams so maybe in that respect it may explain why I've also been able to read in my dreams (a Shakespearian sonnet I thought it was).

In lucid dreams (the state in which you are yourself aware of dreaming while still dreaming) one of the reality check-ups is to read something, turn your head away for a while and then read the same thing again, to find that the text has changed when you weren't looking. Lucid dreaming is also connected to remembering your dreams. I guess those two are at least connected, if not through the neocortex.

"Blondes DO have more fun!" -Dr. Neo Cortex in 'Crash Twinsanity'

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