I was walking home from the university this evening and as I went by the sea I noticed two strikingly white swans floating along the waves called forth by the fierce wind. They were so beautiful; the other one looked a little queer because his left foot looked like it was stuck between the body and the wing. He flapped it every now and then, like trying if it would meet the water. For a while I was worried he might have had an accident instead of just a landing gone temporarily wrong but then they took off and flew -literally- to the sunset. This was one of those moments when it is so easy to understand why swans were considered holy; that is what they are. I don’t know if anyone’s ever proven or unproven the tale that swans start singing as they sense their own death drawing closer, but I think it’s true; only those worthy of it will hear it.
"Nuo hetket syntymästä kuolemaan
Kun silmäluomiin heijastuu
Saa toiset uskomaan kai Jumalaan,
Toiset Saatanaan, tai mihin vaan
Muttei kuitenkaan tähän maailmaan."
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When I opened my e-mail this morning I noticed two interesting mails from two different places with almost exactly the same message.
"Valitettavasti valintamme ei tällä kertaa kohdistunut sinuun."
"Valitettavasti valinta ei kohdistunut tällä kertaa sinuun."
Well, at least the latter bothered to notify me this year. The previous two years they have completely ignored me. Maybe the pile of complaints on their nepotistic method of selecting employees has finally reached the roof, and they are trying to clean it up by giving an impression they have actually read my application and considered me for the jobs available. And for your edification, this nepotism complaint isn’t something I’ve made up in my bitter and angry mood. One of the biggest newspapers (if not *the* biggest newspaper) in the county actually wrote an article on this matter a couple of years back; it has existed for ages and they still let it exist and there is nothing the common toad can do about it. Well, let us hope the job interview from last Wednesday will bear some fruit before long.
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I got a link to a certain blog that was kind enough to enlighten us of the existence of a Mary Jane action doll (Spiderman’s other half, remember?). What a weird word combination, if you ask me… "Doll" is the word, but "action"? That piece of plastic is the corporeal statement of something Simone de Beauvoir said in "The Second Sex": women are not supposed to be subjective but objective. And that is exactly what Mary Jane is. I wonder how Kirsten Dunst reacted to this one and whether she could see herself in it. Well, see for yourself at http://devildoll.livejournal.com/750924.html.
NOTE BENE! Do *not* comment!!! The writer has already had more than enough comments on the matter and it is highly unlikely anyone on the face of this poor planet is able to add anything new or even provocative to the discussion that hasn’t already been said.
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The Meme of the Day:
What kind of a reader are you? from http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_kind_of_reader_are_you.
I scored as a Dedicated Reader; "You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more."
Well, at least it would be less bad, if not exactly better.
