Extrance of childhood, entrance of youth (at 27)

Don´t hair

Twain was wrong

....and lots of lots of more hilariously funny stuff here

Fynd från Borgåbladets webbplats

I just don´t get this fellow

What does one mean when one stick his tongue out like that?
He could mean like ANYTHING!
People write like "so let´s see" and that smilie
or "I think the weather is good today" and that smilie
or
"I could spank you right now" and this smilie
or anything
or anything
but what does he mean?
I want to ERASE him cause I don´t understand him.

I met myself today

I talked to myself today. Well yes, she had another name and was seven years younger than me, but she could have been me.
It was kind of a young author who has just won a price. She has stopped planning and think that everything will come her way anyway, she was happy, calm and satisfied.
I got a strong intuition of just grabbing this little girl, look her in the eyes and say: NO! It won´t! Cause I saw myself seven years ago in that girl. I almost heard myself talking to myself seven years ago, happily 20-years-old with the world at my feet, writing poetry and happy in general. I said to her that I also stopped planning when I was 20, but I didn´t say that I also thought everything was going to come my way, but it didn´t. Cause things just don´t work that way. I kind of said now I am 27 and look at me. I wanted to look like a warning, maybe I was.
I said that I have been travelling and living randomly for many years now, I felt like I was in the same age as her and at the same time much older, it was so weird...
But I wanted to warn her! I wanted to tell her that life is so much harder than she will ever expect, at the same time I didn´t want to destroy her positivity, but I wanted to tell her to PLAN HER LIFE, plan and follow your own rules like there´s no other opportunity, I wanted to tell her to please follow her plans and don´t end up like me when you´re 27. Then I wanted to cry.

If I push here, maybe something funny will happen

(Yeh, dog-humor IS cool)

Two kinds

Ourvision 2008

I.T.D from Somalia rockin it.

I went to Ourvision Song Contest 2008, which was a jolly and energetic event. Ten contestants from all over the world performed in Helsinki, and that is not seen every day. Congratulations to The Cultural Center Caisa!
Anyway I hope, that next year we will see more original songs and no Celine Dion and Alanis Morissette no more, please that has already been done!
I want to see a show where the Cubanos do a ballade performance and the sweet creamy female solo singers rock it with bongos on the dance-floor! Give me something to break my racial prejudices next time, please! I kind of already know that Cubans can dance salsa... Or am I just stupidly culturally disturbed and oversensitive now?
And what about those weird cosmetic sponsors and those ridiculously small money-awards? Please, make this a real and beautiful thing as it should be, not a giant colorful karaoke!

The beautiful Adi Subari.

Free Tibet

The Giant Fly

All the action is on my music-site at this time, so please visit Waiting for Malena for adventures for the ears. I actually thought about changing that very randomly picked name to The Giant Fly, how does that sound?



As you can see, my popularity is also rising considerably. The fans are just screaming out there.

Does this look like blonde to you?

To me it looks like carrot. Fucking hair-colors.

Finnish coffee-break in March

Why Jesus?

When the muslims take over, they will shoot all gays and transvestites.
At the same time tens of nuclear plants will explode
and the Russians will find a red button that has been forgotten since Gorbatjov.
And the Kyoto protocol will be accidentally burned in Bush´s fireplace
and the ices in the south pole will melt from the heat and
the water at the coasts of Finland will rise several meters
tha bridges will collapse an in the fall take tens or twenty of wind-mills with them
Then Jesus will come and apologize he didn´t turn up earlier
but someone had put eco-bananas in the trombones
so the angels couldn´t blow
They were all alcoholics anyway.
Then Christian Morgenstern will rise from the dead and say:

Der Zwölf-Elf kam auf sein Problem
und sprach: Ich heiße unbequem.

I´ll still be playing accordion.

The terrible ballade about life and it´s wrong-sides

I wish i had a nail in my forehead, so that I could hang myself on the walls and unnoticed spend my days and afternoons in cantines and offices. I wish I had a loudspeaker in my throat and a play-button right outside, so that people could push it and listen to randomly recorded sayings about the world, either from a right- or a left-wing perspective.

The grasshoppers can listen to my moanings at night, in the evenings I will light a red lamp at the terrace, and then I´ll sit there quiet and ponder. My bed is 90 x 200 cm, that´s enough for a person not more than 170 x 70 cm. I will die slowly, but that´s the purpose. Life is for those who can give themselves to other people, who can read papers or work in offices, who can bring out garbage and dishwash and dry floors and greet their friends without being infected by the terrible meaninglessness that´s pushing on the temples. Life is for those who can fight for what they believe in, or who can do things for other´s wellbeing.
They can live. There´s enough of them.

The intelligent thought of the week

Ilkka Kanerva

A new idol in my collection of old ladies

I have a new person in my collection of elderly women that I admire.

Kristin Olsoni was the first one that I happened to see in a TV-show. Then I have heard and seen her plays in the Klockrike-theater and share her interest and admire for the Swedish author Harry Martinsson.

Vivi-Ann Sjögren made me want to go to Mexico instantly by her very good and insightful book about her trip to Mexico in the 90's. She has what very few authors have – an understanding for what it is to be HUMAN in the world and how we can connect with other people in the way of being all the same for real. I've read lots of of books written by regular travelers, but they usually sort of shield themselves from the country they are traveling in and write about the place in a foreigner's point of view. Sjögren knows how to describe new places with that same unique eye that you have in your own back-yard.

And now, let me proudly present my new idol; Kitty Tennberg.
Kitty is an artist who has kept an understanding for what's good in the world and I knew when I met her that we had the same relation to and love for animals. She was that sort of person that I would love to take to an island and paint with for several days.


Tennbergs pictures from 1986 - 1994 in Grand, Porvoo until 28.3.

P.S. Do I sound enough like a stupid cultural reporter now??
HAHAHAHAAAaaaaa. Promise to get more unfocused in the close future.

Ladies

YES, I´ve been to a barbershop concert...

A cockatiel´s conquering the world

Fjutte is taking over the world.
I don´t know how it happened, but here´s his website: http://fjuttes.blogspot.com

Nowadays part 2

Two versions of a lovely country

Posters from the book "Come to Finland" by one of my favourite authors Magnus Londen

Finland in the eyes of Otto and Timo

Nowadays part 1

This is Finland

In Finland they have now decided to take this man above away from Fazer´s liquorice bars and replace him with a more neutral picture.
In Finland it´s easy to get 16 000 names when you want to keep this man on Fazer´s liquorice bars, but when the government send refugees home to face an almost secure death, almost no people react, no names no nothing.
In Finland the Swedish newspaper HBL interviews five white people from the street when they want to have an opinion about what people feel about taking away the liquorice face. FIVE WHITE PEOPLE. What I would be interested in hearing, and what I think makes more sense in this whole stupid rhumba, is what the liquorice colored people would have to say about this.

Sorry I felt for a change here I know it´s ugly but I don´t care

No more no less

I love this shit!

Out and back before twelve

Pia and me decided to give Porvoo a chance tonight. Sober.
This is what we learned:

1. Café Seagull, 1 tea

Dark weirdo athmosphere. We felt like foreigners. Sat alone for a while, then the drunken boss from Porvoo drain-service sat down next to us, didn´t say a word, stared that stupid drunkard-stare, panted in Pia´s neck, refused to move when we asked him to. We moved to another table. Almost a fight at the next table.

2. Barracuda, 1 orange juice

Woow, Vikingline on bare land. Karaoke in a corner, a woman who looked like an exploded Tina Turner sang all the one hit wonders she could ever think of. A girl from the staff constantly gave us that "what the hell are you two doing here anyway"-look. Another drunkard sat down next to us, stared that stupid drunkard-stare, smelled like ash-tray and weeks with no shower, had blisters on his eye-lids and said that everything´s going to hell. We agreed. Then we went.

3. Donington Rock Club, 1 tea

Nice staff, let us enter almost for free, then we didn´t have to pay for the tea. The bartender looked like last time he made a cup of tea was in 1995, but it turned out good anyway. We sat there and liked it. No drunkards no nothing. Then out of nowhere came a disasterous rock-band. Our ear-drums almost burst and we felt like 67 years old. We went home.

Throwing ice blocks into the sea

Molested by a fake reality

One of these nights I dreamt about fake plastic grass growing on my legs, and even under my feet. It was that kind of fake grass you find on football fields and very symmetric as well.
Does this mean, I´m stuck in a reality where nothing´s happening and I can´t do anything else but watch grass grow up my legs,
and as if that wasn´t bad enough - it´s also FAKE!

Apocalypse later

After the party I cried "because the blackbirds sang so beautifully in the garden"
and we sat at the balcony, me and him, and I knew at that moment,
that some world had been smashed into pieces.

May 2006

Find five faults

For Daniil

Once there was a redheaded man without eyes and without ears. He had no hair either, so that he was a redhead was just something they said.

He could not speak, for he had no mouth. He had no nose either.

He didn't even have arms or legs. He had no stomach either, and he had no back, and he had no spine, and no intestines of any kind. He didn't have anything at all. So it is hard to understand whom we are really talking about.

So it is probably best not to talk about him any more.

DANIIL KHARMS

Fucking Valentine

Something for the fresco artist

I don't know where I'm going to end up of course, and
while I think of that painfully many minutes are passing by
like nothing is happening.
Nothing is happening.

Headless doll

I went to an exhibition today, made by an elderly woman who collects old stuff from flee-markets. She kept showing me Italian hand bags, vases and what not, and did apparently not think it was absurd at all to have clothes on a doll looking like this.