The Other World

Näytetään bloggaukset heinäkuulta 2009.

Not a particularly positive blogging.

What the fuck I should be to get respect? Not a linguist or a tranlator, that's for sure. This branch of science is not even titled as "science" by any other branch of science. Another field in the No-No Zone is anything to do with art: studying art, owning a gallery or, -fact forbid!- if you dared to spend your time *creating* art, being an.. ar.. art.. [cold sweat for saying the abomination].. an artist. Literature... it's okay if you sell a lot no matter what you wrote, like Jari Tervo, Arto Paasilinna etc. but even they are regarded a bit like in need of a "real" occupation.

And the real occupations?
¤ a medical doctor; preferably a brain surgeon (never mind that the need for brain surgeons is limited). A heart surgeon goes, too, but only if they're the top of their field. If you're a GP... well, you know, if one isn't even a medical doctor of a specialised field, they must be failures and thus not deserving any respect. An MD who researches AIDS/HIV or cancer, they're respectful. But if you spend you're time for such petty things as the cure for the common cold or -*shivers*- a pain restraint for women in labour... well, I mean, seriously, have you no self-respect, no ambition at all?! And whatever you do: don't be a nurse! That's only for women and since they'll do it anyway as they're grateful for any scraps left for them like malnutritioned dogs, you don't have to pay them enough. If they demand more, they are of course greedy; nursing is a calling and therefore it should actually be free of charge for the society.

¤ a physicist; preferably one disproving solid theories, like Einstein or Newton or the like. If you work at the CERN... well, it's a fancy palce alright, but what' the use of finding out the building blocks of the universe since you can't sell them with good profit to the highest bidder?

¤ a fire-fighter; but only if you are killed on duty while saving a baby from a fiery collapsing building, and just in time you get the child out but the building collapses on you...

¤ a police; but only if you -and you alone, no help from anyone is allowed- catch a serial killer terrorising the well-paid burgeois white-collar economists and their lifestyle.

¤ an inventor; but only if you're invention is to give you an aura of an altruistic, selfless sacrifice á la bona fide, and only if you're a man ("because, you know, women never can invent anything, and even if they did it's something useless like a more efficient and safer domestic applicant, and, you know, we men don't need those since we have women to do every fucking thing for us.. except the fucking HAHAHAHAHAH....")

¤ a judge or a lawyer; everyone hates them but respects them; plus they're well-paid so they must be respected.

¤ a CEO of some male industry

Anything done for one's own interest without the prospect of getting a lot of money as fast as possible is not valued? Why can't it be that people are respected for pursuing their own interests, their attempts to have a satisfying life even if -and in most cases- it doesn't pay you a really fancy mansion, a couple of acres of ground, your own tennis court and a few Lamborghini cars?

And then there are these people -economists- reinforcing this division and telling everyone they're worthless pieces of shit unless they get the fancy mansion et al. by morally questionable pay play. These people also try to push their "values" to people who do not want them, who still have balls to stand up for them and pursue their interests instead of money.


What's the point of graduating from the university, as a Master of Philosophy? It should be a MBA or KTM, no other is worthy of respect or even the trouble of attaining it in the first place. Is it really that it doesn't matter how much you enjoyed or were interested in, say, literature; the sole purpose should be making money, and literature sure ain't doing that? Are all non-economic/non-IT fields really waste of resources? Because, let's face it, the only morale in this world is in making money and gaining your own benefit regardless of the means. Who cares about enjoying anymore? It's all about making money, and humanists don't do that. Recession or not, I'll end up in as an underpaid McDonald's worker. Is graduating really worthy of getting myself a T-shirt saying "Hello! I am a Master of Philosophy. Would you like ketchup with your French fries?"


A rather questionable article on the "kylterit vs. humanistit" debate can be found here: Sounds very much like an appeasement attempt. "Beneath the cold, cruel, and utterly selfish exterior is a sensitive human who plays saxophone in the evenings." Well, fuck off Mr. Saxophone; bullshit! Do they really expect that to be even remotely plausible excuse?!


Swine flu, swine flu, swine flu... and no authority seems to agree with another authority on whether this will be dangerous or what. But hey, no my isolation is actually paying off! Of course the isolation stops in a month and a half when first lectures begin (the First Supper, as viruses call it...).

Ah well. Whatever. See if I care.


Komediaa, dokumenttia, historiallista draamaa... vai kauhua?

Nuorille suunnattu kirkon sivusto haluaisi tietää, millaisen elokuvan kirkosta saisi. Hmm... kirkosta, kristinuskosta vai raamatusta? Itse asiassa, aivan sama: kauhuleffan, psykologista laatua. ETHS meets Cradle of Filth meets Dimmu Borgir kauhuleffaksi niin ollaan aika helvetin lähellä todellisuutta.

Mutta kuka vitun urpo on äänestänyt romanttista rakkauselokuvaa? WTF?! FTW!!

Kirjan viemää - Nobel Edition

Got an idea to list all Nobel Prize in Literature winners and try to read at least one piece by all of them. Then I encountered another attempting the same at

*** = read
¨¨¨= working on it

2008 Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio
¨¨¨2007 Doris Lessing - The Golden Notebook
2006 Orhan Pamuk
2005 Harold Pinter
2004 Elfriede Jelinek
2003 J.M. Coetzee
2002 Imre Kertész
¨¨¨2001 V.S. Naipaul - The Mimic Men
2000 Gao Xingjian
¨¨¨1999 Günter Grass - Peltirumpu
***1998 José Saramago - The Gospel According to Jesus Christ
1997 Dario Fo
1996 Wislawa Szymborska
1995 Seamus Heaney
1994 Kenzaburo Oe
***1993 Toni Morrison - many
1992 Derek Walcott
***1991 Nadine Gordimer - The Burgher's Daughter
1990 Octavio Paz
1989 Camilo José Cela
1988 Naguib Mahfouz
1987 Joseph Brodsky
1986 Wole Soyinka
1985 Claude Simon
1984 Jaroslav Seifert
***1983 William Golding - The Lord of the Flies
¨¨¨1982 Gabriel García Márquez - Sadan vuoden yksinäisyys
1981 Elias Canetti
1980 Czeslaw Milosz
1979 Odysseus Elytis
1978 Isaac Bashevis Singer
1977 Vicente Aleixandre
¨¨¨1976 Saul Bellow - Mr. Sammler's Planet
1975 Eugenio Montale
1974 Eyvind Johnson, Harry Martinson
1973 Patrick White
1972 Heinrich Böll
1971 Pablo Neruda
1970 Alexandr Solzhenitsyn
¨¨¨1969 Samuel Beckett - Watt
1968 Yasunari Kawabata
1967 Miguel Angel Asturias
1966 Samuel Agnon, Nelly Sachs
1965 Mikhail Sholokhov
¨¨¨1964 Jean-Paul Sartre - Inho
1963 Giorgos Seferis
¨¨¨1962 John Steinbeck - Of Mice and Men
1961 Ivo Andric
1960 Saint-John Perse
1959 Salvatore Quasimodo
1958 Boris Pasternak
¨¨¨1957 Albert Camus - Sivullinen
1956 Juan Ramón Jiménez
1955 Halldór Laxness
***1954 Ernest Hemingway - The Old Man and the Sea
1953 Winston Churchill
1952 François Mauriac
1951 Pär Lagerkvist
¨¨¨1950 Bertrand Russell - Why I Am Not a Christian
¨¨¨1949 William Faulkner - As I Lay Dying
***1948 T.S. Eliot - Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats
1947 André Gide
1946 Hermann Hesse
1945 Gabriela Mistral
1944 Johannes V. Jensen
(No prize in four years)
1939 Frans Eemil Sillanpää
1938 Pearl Buck
1937 Roger Martin du Gard
1936 Eugene O'Neill
(No prize in 1935)
1934 Luigi Pirandello
1933 Ivan Bunin
1932 John Galsworthy
1931 Erik Axel Karlfeldt
1930 Sinclair Lewis
1929 Thomas Mann
1928 Sigrid Undset
1927 Henri Bergson
1926 Grazia Deledda
¨¨¨1925 George Bernard Shaw - Pygmalion
1924 Wladyslaw Reymont
1923 William Butler Yeats
1922 Jacinto Benavente
1921 Anatole France
1920 Knut Hamsun
1919 Carl Spitteler
(No prize in 1918)
1917 Karl Gjellerup, Henrik Pontoppidan
1916 Verner von Heidenstam
1915 Romain Rolland
(No prize in 1914)
1913 Rabindranath Tagore
1912 Gerhart Hauptmann
1911 Maurice Maeterlinck
1910 Paul Heyse
1909 Selma Lagerlöf
1908 Rudolf Eucken
¨¨¨1907 Rudyard Kipling - The Jungle Book
1906 Giosuè Carducci
1905 Henryk Sienkiewicz
1904 Frédéric Mistral, José Echegaray
1903 Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
1902 Theodor Mommsen
1901 Sully Prudhomme

And thus it begins.

La problème de Sôma.

Does anyone know how to get one's hands on non-Finnish non-mainstream European bands' records in Finland? Not in Amazon (where the record in question is labelled as 'pop'... apparently they haven't listened to it, or even looked at the not-very-poppish cover...). I've tried and also which is supposed to specialise in rare records, but none in either of those.

Suggestions, anyone?

The best band name ever!

Flagitious Idiosyncrasy In The Dilapidation aka. (for obvious reasons..) F.I.D.

Japanese all-female metal (though Shadow kicks ass!):

I likey!!!


It would appear that the possibility of a female-fronted/all-female metal band' existence corralates with the overall state secularity and social, political and religious equality between men and women in a particular country. Did some couple of hours of research on FF metal bands, resulting in the map below in which I've marked the bands I found (red=1 band, yellow= 2 or 3 bands, green= 4+ bands; NB! the number of bands is NOT the overall number of FF bands I found, just the ones I could hear a demo or a live show on their webpages or in YouTube).

And why is it that if a band's name ends -ia/-ea, it is likely it is a more or less gothic female-fronted metal band? Krypteria, Sirenia, Imperia, Nemesea, Exilia, Tristania, Xandria, Angteria, Adastreia. Or then a Greek-/Latin-like name: Elegeion, Ava Inferi, Gwyllion, Silentium, Tacere, Penumbra, Madder Mortem, Atrox, Coronatus, Catafalque, Ecthelion.

Ghosts of the past.

Sometimes when I have to visit my old home town I encounter people that used to be my class "mates": junior high, upper secondary school... Once I saw one from junior high. She looked pretty much as she did in the ninth grade as a sidekick to a bully. I recognised her and immediately decided to ignore her, pretend I didn't know her. The same thing happened last year at the Polytechnic when one other "classmate" from junior high applied and got in to study nursing. Luckily we didn't end up in the same class.

I can understand why some people don't leave that place since they have no education and even if they did their grades are too lousy to help them get in a university or even in a Polytechnic. But then there are those who did moderately at school and yet stayed. Why the fuck would they do that? Why would they freewillingly stay live and make their lives in the same small town in which their parents and relatives live? And on top of that, their spouses (straight, of course) are also from the same town. Inbreeding... seriously.

Today, in the street of my current home town, I came across with a "friend" or a buddy or an acquitance from upper secondary school. She looked a bit different but not that much since I recognised her immediately (though I did have to check twice more to be sure, by which time she had recognised me). She left to Polytechnic after we graduated from high school, and I only heard from her once, after my father's death when she sent a condolences card. She was walking down the street with who I assume is her boyfriend (didn't ask even his name; I am just so good at unexpected social encounters that I either remember the things I'm supposed to say a couple of hours later, or even if I did remember them in time it tends to be on occasion in which I choose to disregard them as I have no desire to be polite to whomever I happen to be speaking with). She said she had graduated from the Polytechnic and is now moving to my town as she was accepted as a student at the university... majoring in no other subject than business studies.

But that's not the point. The point is that I feel insulted. This is my town. It's bad enough to have my sister here (although I have to admit that luckily we rarely see each other even at the university) but now... The very reason I left K-shire was to get away from all those people I had to be in contact with: my family, my relatives, my school "mates"... everyone. I wanted to start anew, in a place no one had any presumptions of me due to my family or my school days... I wanted to be free of all that. And now it's just getting worse!

Note: Do not go to the movies on a Saturday night.

Kävin katsomassa Enkelit ja demonit. Ei, korjaus: YRITIN katsoa Enkelit ja demonit.

Vartti leffan alkamisesta saliin vaappuu taskulamppua heilutellen kaksikko. Istuttuaan paikoillaan minuutin kaksikko päättää siirtyä, mihinkäs muualle kuin allekirjoittaneen eteen. Puoli minuuttia tästä alkaa toisten sisuskalujen tutkimus, jota kestää arviolta puoli tuntia. Session aikana, sitä ennen ja sen jälkeen pitää puhua kovaan ääneen. Älkääkä vain missään nimessä sulkeko puhelinta saatikka laittako sitä äänettömälle.

On se nyt jumalauta jos ei sitä saatanan turpaa pysty kahta tuntia pitämään kiinni! Mulle on yksi paskan hailee vaikka ne naisivat siinä mun edessä, kunhan tekevät sen HILJAA! Mikä vittu siinä on, että pitää maksaa 20 euroa siitä ilosta, että saa tulla saliin myöhässä ihan vain jutellakseen ja imuttaakseen mahdollisimman kovaäänisesti (mielikuvaharjoittelu imukupin irrottamisen aikaansaamasta äänestä auttaa tässä kohtaa), ihan vain siitä ilosta, että saa tuolinsa selkämykseen joiltakin (eli tässä tapauksessa allekirjoittaneelta) jatkuvia potkuja ja lopulta todella ystävälliseen sävyyn käskyn pitää se saatanan turpa kiinni, kulminoituen käskyyn sammuttaa se saatanan puhelin kun se pärähtää maksimivolyymilla soimaan kesken leffan. Koska -ja tiedän että tämä on järkytys- leffaa tulee katsomaan myös ihmiset, jotka eivät "tule katsomaan leffaa". Ja on se nyt perkele jos ei aikuinen ihminen osaa vittu suudella kunnolla vain kuin pahainen teinipoika joka ruiskii kaksi sekuntia vaatteiden riisumisesta alavatsalle!


Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

It was amazing.

And... it made me cry. Dumbledore's death.. what he made Snape do...

And yet, it was so beautiful.. the music.. It was as if now I fully realised the characters are, in fact, adults. Perhaps we all view them as Dumbledore: seeing them as the boys from the cupboard, as children. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco, especially Draco. And that the war between Voldemort and the other witches and wizards is now in full power, that it affects muggles, too.

And fantastic, too. The cameras... the attack in the beginning made me press my feet firmly on the ground, to remind me I wasn't spinning but the image was.. the death eaters were... And there certainly were horror elements, just like Helsingin Sanomat said. I knew perfectly well what lies beneath the surface of the lake and yet it caught me by surprise, made me flinch.

I am so going to go and see it again. This time earlier with a less mature audience, with people who, too, carry a mark of their houses, not that anyone noticed. My book that I was reading in the hall and then inside the room did probably stand out, especially since I was sitting in the front. :}



I really liked Hero Fiennes Tiffin as the 11-year-old Tom Riddle and his amazing look-alike Frank Dillane as the teenage Tom Riddle. The kid especially really seemed emotionless.

And then Bellatrix, or course. Evil, possibly insane and needs to boots her ego with herself instead of Voldemort but... Bonham Carter is good.

And for some reason... although I have always liked Luna, only now do I really understand her, and appreciate her eccentric attitude. Luna rules! Too bad she's in Ravenclaw, but ah well.

Interesting interpretation of the Pensieve, by the way. And Prime Minister didn't get to make a cameo after all. A good choice of action, I have to say, to omit that.

And Snape's home looked exactly as I imagined it! Love his library!


Second addition:

I also very much enjoyed the way Apparition was made. There's just one tiny problem for future films: this one didn't include Harry et co. learning to Apparate, so they have to explain this somehow in "the Deathly Hallows" as they cannot travel the usual way. Will expect this eagerly.