Right, to begin with, sorry for leaving that horrid image of the pierced brain for too long. I'm trying to keep on with my other blog, which i had to fix.
Well, this morning, as I usually do, i was flicking through the online editions of the newspapers, and basically on the front page of The Independent, they had the image of the Mexican man (supposedly the fatest in the world in 2007) on his wedding day, and then the news that one massive Capo was caught.
In the Mexican news, obviously, the most important thing has been the capture of Mr. Arellano Felix (the cartel boss). However, i'm very surprised that such news made it to the British media, considering that most important than that has been the sensationalistic image of the weding of that massively obese man. Maybe this was of some relevance to give continuity to a documentary that was shown a while ago either in Channel 4 or Channel Five about that guy. I did watch the documentary just because he was Mexican, not for other reason. I'm always curious to learn about the discourses of 'the other', especially when that other is Mexican.
In England, I've rather found the view of 'the other' as rather scary, and very defensive. I say this with full awareness that this is only a similar case to the majority of the countries in the world. Needless to say that in Mexico they do the same. For example, the representation of the indigenous people as 'the other' is way to denigrating.
Now, coming back the the subject of this post. The representation of the Mexican (as the other) and potential meanings. We know that Mexicans eat chilli, take siestas -probably on a cactus- which should mean that we are very tough people. Who could ever sleep on a cactus for goodness sake? Only super strong armoured backs could take it, unless the ponchos they wear are very very thick. Or course, cannot forget the ponchos and the sombreros, which are probably used to lie in the cactus. You see, there is much logic into this idea of the Mexican.
Unfortunately, the Mexican has work hard to acquire many more meanings in the past thirty years or so. Some examples include, becoming the worlds' fatest/obese people -challenging the Americans-, being drug dealers and traffikers of anything possible, and being inherently corrupt. These meanings haven't yet perpetrated the minds of the common people around the world (who don't know what goes on outside the little worlds). Nonetheless, it saddens me that these things take place with little inner recognition by the Mexican society (at large) and lack of acceptance that much needs to be changed from within.
To close this post. On a superficial and cynical note, and based on those two news headlines, I perceive the -other- Mexican as partaking in a circus of wedding extravaganzas, seasoned by corruption. How could I perceive them differently without further knowledge?
Monday, October 27, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
BRAIN PIERCING? Is this for real?
First i want to begin with the image, which on its own shocked me.
Ok, having shown this, whether you are a piercing enthusiast or not, you must wonder (maybe) about the safety of this procedure. I've heard that many piercing procedures are risky and entail any negative consequences should they go wrong. But this, this, is gone a bit far. Think about it, perforating your own skull? What the hell is that?
I know, some women get their clit pierced and some men get their pennis head pierced too. Should be used to that fact by now, but i'm not. It still shocks me.
This is the reason why that sole image will remain in my head for interminable nights, as a horror. Well, you see, I like imaginary horror, so maybe wasn't so bad to see it first thing in the morning.
Me, mental masoquist; others, physical masoquists. There is space for all of us.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
A Brief on the Recent School Killing in Finland
I am deeply distrubed by the news about the recent event of a killing in a Finnish school. Things would not get any better, that's the message that i perceive from it. As if needed i reminder. Yes, I'm a pesimistic, but just on the surface...
For what it's worth. I could only send my thoughts to my friends who are obviously affected, as it is well known that 'these kind of things don't happen in Finland'. That's what we talked about over last Novermber's first killing. You see, people there don't kill each other in such an American way. Yet, it appears to me that some individuals intend to change that internal structure within the Finnish way of life.
The way i see it is based on my loss of hope and faith in Mexico and the Mexicans. As I have mentioned in this blog, things go only from bad to worse in Mexico. I, in my most natural and instinctive way of being, try to cling on the idea that there are places where people can still feel safe and be, in spite of financial turmoils. Observing the event of today from afar, I can only feel that despair expands through me, and that individual acts, while they are only that 'individual', can have a massive effect on the people that may share my point of view. Perhaps, I am quite wrong, and I may be only expressing my gutt feeling. I definitely don't intend to insult any one's intellect.
I could not begin to grasp the feelings of my Finnish friends. Earlier today, I spoke with one of them, and she told me that it was too early for her to know how she was feeling about it.
For what it's worth. I could only send my thoughts to my friends who are obviously affected, as it is well known that 'these kind of things don't happen in Finland'. That's what we talked about over last Novermber's first killing. You see, people there don't kill each other in such an American way. Yet, it appears to me that some individuals intend to change that internal structure within the Finnish way of life.
The way i see it is based on my loss of hope and faith in Mexico and the Mexicans. As I have mentioned in this blog, things go only from bad to worse in Mexico. I, in my most natural and instinctive way of being, try to cling on the idea that there are places where people can still feel safe and be, in spite of financial turmoils. Observing the event of today from afar, I can only feel that despair expands through me, and that individual acts, while they are only that 'individual', can have a massive effect on the people that may share my point of view. Perhaps, I am quite wrong, and I may be only expressing my gutt feeling. I definitely don't intend to insult any one's intellect.
I could not begin to grasp the feelings of my Finnish friends. Earlier today, I spoke with one of them, and she told me that it was too early for her to know how she was feeling about it.
TheSconek-T, A Mexican version of Apocalyptica?
My brother told me about this band, which he recently found while strolling around Mexico City. I think they sound great, and hopefully they'll rock for long!
The song that they play here is a cover of 'Música Ligera', a song from the Argentenean band Soda Estereo.
After they play the first cover, they have a very brief interview in Spanish, where they explain their intellectual education in classical music. Furthermore, their motifs for playing rock music is because they are also children from the generation when Latin American rock fluorished from the early 1980s until late 1990s.
At the end of the interview they play a fragment cover of 'Pachuco', which was created by La Maldita Vecindad, on great Mexican band.
Sorry for the archaic facilities for video viewing, I'm working on it. In the meantime, you could copy-paste this url in your browser to see the video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ldxEnYku7w
This video is great quality because the sound is proper from a TV studio. I hope you enjoy it.
What do you think?
The song that they play here is a cover of 'Música Ligera', a song from the Argentenean band Soda Estereo.
After they play the first cover, they have a very brief interview in Spanish, where they explain their intellectual education in classical music. Furthermore, their motifs for playing rock music is because they are also children from the generation when Latin American rock fluorished from the early 1980s until late 1990s.
At the end of the interview they play a fragment cover of 'Pachuco', which was created by La Maldita Vecindad, on great Mexican band.
Sorry for the archaic facilities for video viewing, I'm working on it. In the meantime, you could copy-paste this url in your browser to see the video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ldxEnYku7w
This video is great quality because the sound is proper from a TV studio. I hope you enjoy it.
What do you think?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
The NARCOMANTA (Drug Cartel Banner) Phenomenon of Power
Just very briefly, don't want to let this go from my mind. It was until quite recently that the so called narcomanta phenomenon caught my attention. I think that it was only three months ago that I thougth that this was bizarre and did not want to think that it was important. However, seeing in the news that killings involving drug cartels, police and civilians are a daily bread in the Mexican news, have made me change my mind about this.
I am not sure on how people in Mexico feel about the narcomantas, but i see them as acts of terrorism, because they send messages to different social institutions: to the government, to the police and army, and to the rest of the society. As far as I am aware, the narcomantas are big banners that are displayed in diverse areas of cities (where they could be seen of course). The normal cities where they are displayed are where important drug cartels have power, and where corruption is wide spread across the police and government. Yes, I know this could mean almost anywhere in Mexico (sadly though). Well, let's leave it to Chihuahua, Sonora, Sinaloa, Tamaulipas, Reynosa, and Veracruz. I hope I am not missing any place, but if i am, please make a comment.
So, yes, the narcomantas that I first saw said things like: 'we are recruiting current and ex-police forces to join our cartel. We provide these benefits' (salary, etc. obviously better than the one offered by the state). Nowadays, the much more complex and elaborate banners say something like: "the federal state has been making millions by hiding away the following drug cartel leaders: -and there is the list of very much sought for criminals-". And finally, on one side of the banner, the photo of the muppet that Mexicans have as president... I don't want to get started about that 'president' man.
As I see it, just under this very superficial comment and my impressions for the past few months, the narcomantas are a very ambitious project. They are a clear symbol of what Mexico has been pretending to cover for decades: corruption is endemic and is at large.
The narcomantas must be terrifying the whole of the society because more than ever before the killings happen on an scandalous daily basis, at many places, and are reaching more people. The banners may serve a purpose of confirming fear to the society. What it may have started as a war against the state, must be understood as a means to scare the people.
In Mexico it is more or less evident that very few are protected (who are these and by whom are they protected is what has been evidenced by the narcomantas), and therefore you cannot trust the state in all its shapes. At the end, the most painful thing to me is that this is cutting deep into the soul of the people.
I am not sure on how people in Mexico feel about the narcomantas, but i see them as acts of terrorism, because they send messages to different social institutions: to the government, to the police and army, and to the rest of the society. As far as I am aware, the narcomantas are big banners that are displayed in diverse areas of cities (where they could be seen of course). The normal cities where they are displayed are where important drug cartels have power, and where corruption is wide spread across the police and government. Yes, I know this could mean almost anywhere in Mexico (sadly though). Well, let's leave it to Chihuahua, Sonora, Sinaloa, Tamaulipas, Reynosa, and Veracruz. I hope I am not missing any place, but if i am, please make a comment.
So, yes, the narcomantas that I first saw said things like: 'we are recruiting current and ex-police forces to join our cartel. We provide these benefits' (salary, etc. obviously better than the one offered by the state). Nowadays, the much more complex and elaborate banners say something like: "the federal state has been making millions by hiding away the following drug cartel leaders: -and there is the list of very much sought for criminals-". And finally, on one side of the banner, the photo of the muppet that Mexicans have as president... I don't want to get started about that 'president' man.
As I see it, just under this very superficial comment and my impressions for the past few months, the narcomantas are a very ambitious project. They are a clear symbol of what Mexico has been pretending to cover for decades: corruption is endemic and is at large.
The narcomantas must be terrifying the whole of the society because more than ever before the killings happen on an scandalous daily basis, at many places, and are reaching more people. The banners may serve a purpose of confirming fear to the society. What it may have started as a war against the state, must be understood as a means to scare the people.
In Mexico it is more or less evident that very few are protected (who are these and by whom are they protected is what has been evidenced by the narcomantas), and therefore you cannot trust the state in all its shapes. At the end, the most painful thing to me is that this is cutting deep into the soul of the people.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Spellbound by Horror and Gore Watching
This past weekend was the last bank holiday of the year, and as for every year there is this fantastic Frightfest taking place in the West End. Last year was the first time i could go and got two day passes. I did love it and decided that this year i would get a whole weekend pass. However, as I was in Helvetijarvi national park (Suomi), i missed the opportunity for buying a weekend pass. Yes, i did not think that well about this whole thing. Even if i was waiting so eagerly for that film festival... Even the best hunter looses its pray.
Anyhow, once i came back from Suomi i tried getting a couple of day passes for the Frightfest, and i could get a ticket for one of the days that i wanted to attend. So i did, regretably only went to one day. This make me realise that next year i ought to really think clearly and plan this ticket buying much more seriously.
Right, so there i went, last Friday. The list of films for the day were: Cronocrímenes (Time Crimes); El Rey de la Montaña (The King of the Hill); Trailer Park of Terror; The Strangers; Freakdog; and, Bad Biology. Because i had to take the train to get back home, i had to skip Bad Biology. This was a shame as it seems to be quite sick and inappropritate, which would have make it worthwhile: taking the human sexuality and reproduction to some extremes cannot be as extreme as the actual reality... I had a nice warm up with Teeth some time in the early summer.
Enough with my kind of 'diary' sketch. I did enjoy Time Crimes and Mum & Dad the most. Time Crimes because it presented the time-travel paradox in a nerve breaking manner resolving it quite well at the end without remorse. The main character is trapped in time and sacrifices two of his selves leaving them trapped in two times. Mum & Dad, was a rather interesting exploration of English family dynamics, contemporary society and psychotic minds. You feel trapped and engaged with the well protrayed characters. Fascinatingly, three of the actors, the director and the producer came to the festival.
But, but, my favorite thing on that day was that Adam Green and Joe Lynch made a series of mini-shorts to pay homage to the Frightfest! The short that i watched was a make-over to one of my favorite 'The Twilight Zone' moments, which was the prologue to the '83 movie: 'Do you want to see something really scary?'
Yes, I did get my share of scare bites for the weekend. Such a great feeling!
Anyhow, once i came back from Suomi i tried getting a couple of day passes for the Frightfest, and i could get a ticket for one of the days that i wanted to attend. So i did, regretably only went to one day. This make me realise that next year i ought to really think clearly and plan this ticket buying much more seriously.
Right, so there i went, last Friday. The list of films for the day were: Cronocrímenes (Time Crimes); El Rey de la Montaña (The King of the Hill); Trailer Park of Terror; The Strangers; Freakdog; and, Bad Biology. Because i had to take the train to get back home, i had to skip Bad Biology. This was a shame as it seems to be quite sick and inappropritate, which would have make it worthwhile: taking the human sexuality and reproduction to some extremes cannot be as extreme as the actual reality... I had a nice warm up with Teeth some time in the early summer.
Enough with my kind of 'diary' sketch. I did enjoy Time Crimes and Mum & Dad the most. Time Crimes because it presented the time-travel paradox in a nerve breaking manner resolving it quite well at the end without remorse. The main character is trapped in time and sacrifices two of his selves leaving them trapped in two times. Mum & Dad, was a rather interesting exploration of English family dynamics, contemporary society and psychotic minds. You feel trapped and engaged with the well protrayed characters. Fascinatingly, three of the actors, the director and the producer came to the festival.
But, but, my favorite thing on that day was that Adam Green and Joe Lynch made a series of mini-shorts to pay homage to the Frightfest! The short that i watched was a make-over to one of my favorite 'The Twilight Zone' moments, which was the prologue to the '83 movie: 'Do you want to see something really scary?'
Yes, I did get my share of scare bites for the weekend. Such a great feeling!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Electric Vihta wasn't dead! Long live Electric Vihta!
visited 13 states (5.77%)
Create your own visited map of The World
Yeah, i wish that this map would actually show the visited cities to make it more thorough, otherwise it's a bit boring... but for the moment does the job. I'll try to search for another one that would be much more specific.
Recently visited the very beautiful beaches of Wells-next-the Sea and Holkham (Norfolk, England).
My next travelling projects: to visit Boston (USA) and Barcelona (Spain).
I've got to admit that those do not compare to the fantastic travelling mega project of jULES and Olavi Viimeinen who are going all around the world for over a year! Let's hope they post some crazy images from their trips.
I've obviously have more to say, but for the moment i needed to show that this bloggy blog is alive and kicking, just like us!
Friday, February 15, 2008
'ey op!
Been a while, again. Not that much has happened but out of self-respect I thought a few words might be in order. The new calendar year so far, for me, has been dominated by work unfortunately. Now, it's all about the upcoming holidays in March, cant wait really.
On another note, Xinola passed her viva on the 21st January which truly is a great achievement! Made me feel very proud. She's still got to do some revisions but it's just the warm down now, the finishing line has been crossed!
At work, I have a new boss. This has so far been bit of a mixed bag - some things have changed for better and some for worse. I guess would be fair to say that mostly for better. She's a bit of a loony but at least she knows it herself so makes things easier. I've also taken on an array of outsource partner relationships and now try to learn how to work those and how to keep improving them on an ongoing basis. At least it's something new for a change and I still have pretty much my own schedules which is nice.
So, as already mentioned above, our yearly holiday to Mexico is getting closer by the day and that's pretty much the only thing that keeps me getting through the days in the office. Less than three weeks to go... This time we have the privilege to visit the small, but precious island of Mujeres again. Snorkling and sun, beer and cochinita pibil - heaven!
Ok, that's it for now. I'll return with something more profound to say next time. Perhaps even an analysis of the current state of the society in the UK. Right.
Adios
On another note, Xinola passed her viva on the 21st January which truly is a great achievement! Made me feel very proud. She's still got to do some revisions but it's just the warm down now, the finishing line has been crossed!
At work, I have a new boss. This has so far been bit of a mixed bag - some things have changed for better and some for worse. I guess would be fair to say that mostly for better. She's a bit of a loony but at least she knows it herself so makes things easier. I've also taken on an array of outsource partner relationships and now try to learn how to work those and how to keep improving them on an ongoing basis. At least it's something new for a change and I still have pretty much my own schedules which is nice.
So, as already mentioned above, our yearly holiday to Mexico is getting closer by the day and that's pretty much the only thing that keeps me getting through the days in the office. Less than three weeks to go... This time we have the privilege to visit the small, but precious island of Mujeres again. Snorkling and sun, beer and cochinita pibil - heaven!
Ok, that's it for now. I'll return with something more profound to say next time. Perhaps even an analysis of the current state of the society in the UK. Right.
Adios
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
The day after recovering
2008 came with a massive massive body ache. Too much bubbly, way too much.
It is strange how we have been, as humans, always expecting the new season, the new year, ever participating of the circular and the spiral.
This new year comes with body pain, and i wonder if it is showing bit of what is to come. I don't want to see that as a bad omen, no way, but it makes me wonder now that i think of that.
My expectations are almost of not great significance, just because i do not know what i want to do. Really, it would be marvellous to know that i want this or i want that, the specific is so important when asking for things to the heavens? the hells? to whoever we ask, ourselves? Anyhoo, i don't know what i want. The inevitably, and most important is to graduate in this summer. Besides of that, i think that as prospects for employment look as if they are in the shadows, i may be stuck in this shithole where i work. Crap for that. Although i rather have this job that having nothing else to do. However, it is the crucial need for money that keeps me here, otherwise, i would be doing absolutely nothing productive but solely hedonistic stuff, like reading, watching films, walking around, wondering about existence, and being for my self and my loved ones. Yes, i know this is basically what i do when i am not at work, but still, i waste precious time to do all that stuff when i am at work.
Ok, this is turning into a complete crappy post that reflects that i hate my job and i am past boredom and fatigue about it. I am at another level, just come to do the things i am expected to do.
Don't take me wrong, i do have hopes and good wishes, and these are not only for 2008, but for the things to come throughout. Periods of time might help us to alocate desires and hope into a measurable spectrum of lenghts in which we may achieve or gain what we wish for. I seem not to be good at the timing aspect of life, as everything that i have set within measured periods have expanded more into time. Finally, realistically speaking, one thing that i have learnt thanks to my little one, is that i have to be patient, and time does not always commiserates with me, i go to the extreme of things happen when they happen.
It is strange how we have been, as humans, always expecting the new season, the new year, ever participating of the circular and the spiral.
This new year comes with body pain, and i wonder if it is showing bit of what is to come. I don't want to see that as a bad omen, no way, but it makes me wonder now that i think of that.
My expectations are almost of not great significance, just because i do not know what i want to do. Really, it would be marvellous to know that i want this or i want that, the specific is so important when asking for things to the heavens? the hells? to whoever we ask, ourselves? Anyhoo, i don't know what i want. The inevitably, and most important is to graduate in this summer. Besides of that, i think that as prospects for employment look as if they are in the shadows, i may be stuck in this shithole where i work. Crap for that. Although i rather have this job that having nothing else to do. However, it is the crucial need for money that keeps me here, otherwise, i would be doing absolutely nothing productive but solely hedonistic stuff, like reading, watching films, walking around, wondering about existence, and being for my self and my loved ones. Yes, i know this is basically what i do when i am not at work, but still, i waste precious time to do all that stuff when i am at work.
Ok, this is turning into a complete crappy post that reflects that i hate my job and i am past boredom and fatigue about it. I am at another level, just come to do the things i am expected to do.
Don't take me wrong, i do have hopes and good wishes, and these are not only for 2008, but for the things to come throughout. Periods of time might help us to alocate desires and hope into a measurable spectrum of lenghts in which we may achieve or gain what we wish for. I seem not to be good at the timing aspect of life, as everything that i have set within measured periods have expanded more into time. Finally, realistically speaking, one thing that i have learnt thanks to my little one, is that i have to be patient, and time does not always commiserates with me, i go to the extreme of things happen when they happen.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
A bit rough
As usual, I welcome the new year with a banging head ache, upset stomach and a moral hangover. And I bet I'm not the only one, people around the world have for ages seen it appropriate to start the new year feeling a bit rough. i guess it's a human condition to crave for the caneval, organised chaos, and communally approved misbehaviour. Especially at times when a great change is expected to take place. And that's what new year is about; resolutions to be better, hope of becoming luckier, and fear of everything staying the same.
Anyway, year 2007 was by most accounts a very crap one indeed, with friends and loved ones not being very well. There were, of course, some better times too, and I try to hang on to those memories instead. In any case, I hope that this year will be better than the last. It would appear that just like the millions of other human beings on this planet, I too want to give the start of a new calendar year too much meaning... If only it was as easy to be a better person than it is to walk into a shop and buy a new calendar.
Anyway, year 2007 was by most accounts a very crap one indeed, with friends and loved ones not being very well. There were, of course, some better times too, and I try to hang on to those memories instead. In any case, I hope that this year will be better than the last. It would appear that just like the millions of other human beings on this planet, I too want to give the start of a new calendar year too much meaning... If only it was as easy to be a better person than it is to walk into a shop and buy a new calendar.
Monday, December 31, 2007
2007 in brief...
That time of the year again - listing all the profanitites performed and items consumed to carry on the capitalist cohorts of the western world... not.
Personally, I think the year has been a bit twofold. At home, things are great. Xinola has submitted her thesis and we're doing really well together, I've never been happier. I just hope she'll find a meaningful job for herself at some point, which I'm sure she will. Patience is a virtue, they say - and boy, are they right.
Workwise, I've been given much more stuff to do this year and it seems that next year comes with a set of new challenges, not that I mind too much. In 2007, I spent on average 2 days a week away from home and now that's come down to 2 days a month. That's a great improvement on it's own! 2008, who knows? Only thing that is for sure is that I'll still need a job and currently the one I have is looking to offer more options than I thought. Maybe next year this time things look totally different. Say no more.
Travelwise, we made a nice little trip to Finland in the beginning of the year. Lots of snow, sunshine and nice time with the family. All good.
In April, it was time for our yearly trip to Mexico. Family was very much in the picture there too, as it should be. Xinola's uncle took us to Taxco for a weekend and we have a little humpback clayman standing guard in our lounge as proof of that trip, together with very nice memories. We also managed to creep in some time on the beach, this time in a nice secluded area of Sontecomapan lagoon. Very nice beach there, snorkling wasn't that hot though... oh well. Great trip overall!
In May, we had visitors from Mexico for a couple of days. Surprisingly, the weather was rubbish and we ended up freezing in rain up in Cambridge for a day. Also in May, Olavi Viimeinen (aka Mick Blogger) made a rush visit which was spent with Mr's Jameson and Carslberg.
Cometh summer (which never did this year by the way) and we received yet another visitor. This one was a little squirrel in the form of Xinola's youngest sister. Our holiday in the summer was a combination of land, sea and air travel - first we flew to Sweden, spent some time in Stockholm (nice city in the summer). Then, we took a little ferry to Finland and ran away from the rain in Helsinki. In Finland, time was spent with the family and at the summer house doing some fishing, going to sauna and eating in excess. All good. I hope the little squirrel enjoyed her first visit to the evil European continent.
I also made a third visit to Finland later this year to get my teeth fixed properly. There was an incident some years ago in England that put me off from going to a dentist in this country - finally my teeth are all good. During this trip I also met up with my old friends which was really great - I have brilliant friends and I'll be ever grateful for that. I also had the pleasure of getting together with Olavi and jUles for one evening which was much appreciated. A lot of deconstructioning of life and its tenets between the UK and Finland - this story will continue... thanks for your thoughts.
So, the second Christmas that Xinola and I spent together without either family arrived. Great food, quality time together and that's it! I'm getting used to the idea of not being pampered by one of our mothers during this time of the year. At least we're learning how to make crackingly good food for the festive season...
Tonight, we're going to receive the new year with some of my colleagues. Could be a bit risky knowing their drinking habits but I'm hopeful that we'll have a good time.
Finally, I hope that all of you will welcome the year 2008 with hope and belief in yourselves. Keep your eyes, ears and minds open (if a bit blurry tonight) and you'll be just fine! I'll try and do the same.
Happy New Year 2008
Personally, I think the year has been a bit twofold. At home, things are great. Xinola has submitted her thesis and we're doing really well together, I've never been happier. I just hope she'll find a meaningful job for herself at some point, which I'm sure she will. Patience is a virtue, they say - and boy, are they right.
Workwise, I've been given much more stuff to do this year and it seems that next year comes with a set of new challenges, not that I mind too much. In 2007, I spent on average 2 days a week away from home and now that's come down to 2 days a month. That's a great improvement on it's own! 2008, who knows? Only thing that is for sure is that I'll still need a job and currently the one I have is looking to offer more options than I thought. Maybe next year this time things look totally different. Say no more.
Travelwise, we made a nice little trip to Finland in the beginning of the year. Lots of snow, sunshine and nice time with the family. All good.
In April, it was time for our yearly trip to Mexico. Family was very much in the picture there too, as it should be. Xinola's uncle took us to Taxco for a weekend and we have a little humpback clayman standing guard in our lounge as proof of that trip, together with very nice memories. We also managed to creep in some time on the beach, this time in a nice secluded area of Sontecomapan lagoon. Very nice beach there, snorkling wasn't that hot though... oh well. Great trip overall!
In May, we had visitors from Mexico for a couple of days. Surprisingly, the weather was rubbish and we ended up freezing in rain up in Cambridge for a day. Also in May, Olavi Viimeinen (aka Mick Blogger) made a rush visit which was spent with Mr's Jameson and Carslberg.
Cometh summer (which never did this year by the way) and we received yet another visitor. This one was a little squirrel in the form of Xinola's youngest sister. Our holiday in the summer was a combination of land, sea and air travel - first we flew to Sweden, spent some time in Stockholm (nice city in the summer). Then, we took a little ferry to Finland and ran away from the rain in Helsinki. In Finland, time was spent with the family and at the summer house doing some fishing, going to sauna and eating in excess. All good. I hope the little squirrel enjoyed her first visit to the evil European continent.
I also made a third visit to Finland later this year to get my teeth fixed properly. There was an incident some years ago in England that put me off from going to a dentist in this country - finally my teeth are all good. During this trip I also met up with my old friends which was really great - I have brilliant friends and I'll be ever grateful for that. I also had the pleasure of getting together with Olavi and jUles for one evening which was much appreciated. A lot of deconstructioning of life and its tenets between the UK and Finland - this story will continue... thanks for your thoughts.
So, the second Christmas that Xinola and I spent together without either family arrived. Great food, quality time together and that's it! I'm getting used to the idea of not being pampered by one of our mothers during this time of the year. At least we're learning how to make crackingly good food for the festive season...
Tonight, we're going to receive the new year with some of my colleagues. Could be a bit risky knowing their drinking habits but I'm hopeful that we'll have a good time.
Finally, I hope that all of you will welcome the year 2008 with hope and belief in yourselves. Keep your eyes, ears and minds open (if a bit blurry tonight) and you'll be just fine! I'll try and do the same.
Happy New Year 2008
Monday, December 24, 2007
Christmas time...
Today, I've been mostly feeling frustrated. Being told that we can go home on the Christmas Eve at around three pm is somewhat annoying seeing that it's half past two now. Nobody's actually doing anything but surfing the web etc. I've been trying to get going for the past two hours but as there's very little momentum behind my movement (read: no management to back me up on this decision) nothing's happened. No surprise there then.
Well, just to burn some of the useless time on my hands, I might as well post something as you've noticed. Christmas and it's meaning, wow, there's a real story lying in there somewhere. I, unfortunately, am not capable of telling this one as it's the one story that I have nothing to add on. What made me really wonder about meaning of this 'festive time of the year' was a story on the news last night about palestinians (christians at that) spending their christmas on the Gaza strip.
These people are on a constant gunpoint and mostly due to their religious beliefs, or is just their traditions, I really dont know. My point here is that I just can not comprehend the need for all this religious nonsense especially when there's a good chance that it's served with a piping hot piece of 7.62mm lead between your eyes from the guy who actully has been made to believe that the way someone else thinks is wrong just because it's different.
Why do we bother with religion at all as a species? Is there really a need to have organised religions? Are we so scared of the unknown that we have to let a bunch of fundamentalists wanting to secure their position in power tell us what is right and what is wrong? Do we need these hipocrates telling us about morality or cant we see for ourselves the consequences of our actions?
Rhetoric or not, this really bugs me big time. People die on a minute to minute basis just because they happen to recognise a different set of rules written on a differently named piece of nonsense. Really sad. Just so sad that it's enough to make me want to cry. Aren't we, the human beings, supposed to be the cutting edge of evolution? Will there be a future in which we have finally realised that religions are just as much as products of human imagination as any daily consumer products we use? My earlier feeling of frustration is changing towards anger...
It's the shortest day of the year. There's a thought to hold on to that is actually real. Time to say 'fuck you' to all religions.
This world needs an enema and I might just have an idea where to stick that...
Well, just to burn some of the useless time on my hands, I might as well post something as you've noticed. Christmas and it's meaning, wow, there's a real story lying in there somewhere. I, unfortunately, am not capable of telling this one as it's the one story that I have nothing to add on. What made me really wonder about meaning of this 'festive time of the year' was a story on the news last night about palestinians (christians at that) spending their christmas on the Gaza strip.
These people are on a constant gunpoint and mostly due to their religious beliefs, or is just their traditions, I really dont know. My point here is that I just can not comprehend the need for all this religious nonsense especially when there's a good chance that it's served with a piping hot piece of 7.62mm lead between your eyes from the guy who actully has been made to believe that the way someone else thinks is wrong just because it's different.
Why do we bother with religion at all as a species? Is there really a need to have organised religions? Are we so scared of the unknown that we have to let a bunch of fundamentalists wanting to secure their position in power tell us what is right and what is wrong? Do we need these hipocrates telling us about morality or cant we see for ourselves the consequences of our actions?
Rhetoric or not, this really bugs me big time. People die on a minute to minute basis just because they happen to recognise a different set of rules written on a differently named piece of nonsense. Really sad. Just so sad that it's enough to make me want to cry. Aren't we, the human beings, supposed to be the cutting edge of evolution? Will there be a future in which we have finally realised that religions are just as much as products of human imagination as any daily consumer products we use? My earlier feeling of frustration is changing towards anger...
It's the shortest day of the year. There's a thought to hold on to that is actually real. Time to say 'fuck you' to all religions.
This world needs an enema and I might just have an idea where to stick that...
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I joined facebook, therefore I am... perhaps
The peer pressure just got too much! Well, that's my excuse for joining facebook anyway.
Actually I am sectretly exited about this. I already found a whole bunch of people there who I haven't met in years. What I have to give to them after all these years is a different matter, of course. And there's no guarantee that they want to be my friends, is there?
Another scary aspect of facebook is the way it kind of ranks you according to how many friends you have. There are the super facebookers who have thousands of friends. But what if no one wants to my friend...
Let's see, how many people have I pissed off so badly that they wouldn't want to make their own friend lists bigger? - Quite a few probably, now that I come to think of it.
Maybe this fear of being alone is the secret agenda of facebook, making people nicer to each other in order to gain power and glory. Could it be that facebook is the work of some secret charitable organisation?
What ever it is, it's scaring me a bit. I'll get back with more news after I have steadied my nerves a bit...
Until then, I'm sorry for everything I may or may not have done. Just be nice to me in facebook... please!
Actually I am sectretly exited about this. I already found a whole bunch of people there who I haven't met in years. What I have to give to them after all these years is a different matter, of course. And there's no guarantee that they want to be my friends, is there?
Another scary aspect of facebook is the way it kind of ranks you according to how many friends you have. There are the super facebookers who have thousands of friends. But what if no one wants to my friend...
Let's see, how many people have I pissed off so badly that they wouldn't want to make their own friend lists bigger? - Quite a few probably, now that I come to think of it.
Maybe this fear of being alone is the secret agenda of facebook, making people nicer to each other in order to gain power and glory. Could it be that facebook is the work of some secret charitable organisation?
What ever it is, it's scaring me a bit. I'll get back with more news after I have steadied my nerves a bit...
Until then, I'm sorry for everything I may or may not have done. Just be nice to me in facebook... please!
Friday, December 07, 2007
LAWYERWARE as in Kitchenware
Within the absolute numbness that accompanies my job, I have to check the backgrounds of loads and loads of lawyers from around the English speaking world. This means that I have to request references from the UK, Ireland, USA, Canada, Australia and NZ on a constant basis. However, every now and then i have to contact India as well.
In case you have not been fortunate enough to ever contact India for information, you may have to know that it sucks! Their telephones never work, or have changed, people are not keen to inform, never reply to requests, and when they do they take months and months. Yes, it is terribly frustrating to open a file and see that the checks that have to be carried out are only to be done in Indian schools, universities and companies of all sorts.
India is well known to have many IT companies, as well as trillions of '.com' based enterprises. Many of those trillions of companies have the same bloody name, which makes it quite difficult to find out the specific one to contact... I cannot begin to nag about this, and i will not even get into the complaint because, well, it's pointless.
What i wanted to present this time to our blog is one fascinating thing that I came accross with a little while ago. This is called: LAWYERWARE. What the hell!!!! When i was browsing the website of the Bombay Bas Association, i was looking on the side menu and found a link with that tittle. Geeee.... i had to click in to check it out. It has exactly what it says in the tin: gadgets for lawyers (like blackberries, on the go mobile printers, etc).
When i saw that i was honestly laughing my guts out. Was thinking on the brain that came up with the notion in order to frame the idiocity of presenting information to lawyers about the latest available technology in the market that may suit their work better. How did this happen? Were a bunch of lawyers' think tank sitting on a round table wondering about the difficulties that solicitors and paralegals have on a daily basis when dealing with their jobs?
Then, my naivity was stroke when i found that there is actually a whole world of lawyerware that is very much legitimised...on the internet. Actual computer programs for lawyers? Games for lawyers? Spellcheck programs? I know auditing and doing some mathematical stuff can be very much aided with different software... But just not getting into much detail, simply sounds funny. I want to keep it like this, in a very, very supereficial manner.
Screensavers, anyone?
In case you have not been fortunate enough to ever contact India for information, you may have to know that it sucks! Their telephones never work, or have changed, people are not keen to inform, never reply to requests, and when they do they take months and months. Yes, it is terribly frustrating to open a file and see that the checks that have to be carried out are only to be done in Indian schools, universities and companies of all sorts.
India is well known to have many IT companies, as well as trillions of '.com' based enterprises. Many of those trillions of companies have the same bloody name, which makes it quite difficult to find out the specific one to contact... I cannot begin to nag about this, and i will not even get into the complaint because, well, it's pointless.
What i wanted to present this time to our blog is one fascinating thing that I came accross with a little while ago. This is called: LAWYERWARE. What the hell!!!! When i was browsing the website of the Bombay Bas Association, i was looking on the side menu and found a link with that tittle. Geeee.... i had to click in to check it out. It has exactly what it says in the tin: gadgets for lawyers (like blackberries, on the go mobile printers, etc).
When i saw that i was honestly laughing my guts out. Was thinking on the brain that came up with the notion in order to frame the idiocity of presenting information to lawyers about the latest available technology in the market that may suit their work better. How did this happen? Were a bunch of lawyers' think tank sitting on a round table wondering about the difficulties that solicitors and paralegals have on a daily basis when dealing with their jobs?
Then, my naivity was stroke when i found that there is actually a whole world of lawyerware that is very much legitimised...on the internet. Actual computer programs for lawyers? Games for lawyers? Spellcheck programs? I know auditing and doing some mathematical stuff can be very much aided with different software... But just not getting into much detail, simply sounds funny. I want to keep it like this, in a very, very supereficial manner.
Screensavers, anyone?
Cross-eyed
Today, I've been mostly feeling warm. You know, that cosy sensation that makes you somewhat sleepy and calm. The only minor drawback to this is that I need to spend a good 8 hours of my day stuck in the office and I actually really feel sleepy. Need sleep.
Recently, I've had mixed feelings about my life as it is. I enjoy living in the UK to some extent and I think Xinola'll agree with me. We like the little things like the good selection of cheeses available, people being polite (when sober) and the fact that we can be what ever we feel like being without being scrutinised to the dot. There's nothing that I really despise here, but I miss things from Finland that I'm not sure I can even try to explain to anyone else.
I made a quick visit to see my oldest and best friends last weekend and I have to say, my confusion just got worse. The sense of comfort that I experienced from being with the people I spent my teenage years with was something ridiculous. Not to mention the emotion of warmth that overtook me when I hung my towel to dry in my parents sauna after a shower.
These are still just emotions and as such not enough to justify any drastic moves or decisions to be made. That much I realise. However, the idea of a possibility to move and work in Finland at some point is intriguing. In UK, people probably have somewhat better purchasing power and a wider selection of consumables available, sometimes even at a reasonable price. This, nevertheless, still seems to me like that's all there is in this country. Yes, there are the lakes up North and the coast and Scotland and yahdi-yah. Yet, there is no forest right there out of your doorstep, no cross sountry ski tracks starting from your rear garden, not tens of thousands of lakes into which you can jump in the summer and from which you can fish throughout the year, no saunas in your friends houses, and perhaps most importantly, no sensation of connection to the surrounding nature.
To some, I'm sure that the above paragraph reads like a provocative piece of poor argumentation but for me, it is becoming more evident that I am actually missing to fulfill some of the most basic needs that I have when living in the UK. Maybe I just cant escape the Finnishness I have in me as well as I've thought? Or maybe, the idea of a possibility of moving back there at some point is making me think these things differently? Who knows really. All I'm interested in is to have a good life-work balance (in that order) as it's quite difficult to manage in this world without a job but it's even more difficult to manage in this world if all you do is work. Whether this balance is more easily achieved in Finland or Britain, remains to be seen.
On another note, it's really windy out there today. Christmas is coming but I have no real feelings for that apart from spending a couple of nice days with Xinola, eating well.
I'll get me coat.
Recently, I've had mixed feelings about my life as it is. I enjoy living in the UK to some extent and I think Xinola'll agree with me. We like the little things like the good selection of cheeses available, people being polite (when sober) and the fact that we can be what ever we feel like being without being scrutinised to the dot. There's nothing that I really despise here, but I miss things from Finland that I'm not sure I can even try to explain to anyone else.
I made a quick visit to see my oldest and best friends last weekend and I have to say, my confusion just got worse. The sense of comfort that I experienced from being with the people I spent my teenage years with was something ridiculous. Not to mention the emotion of warmth that overtook me when I hung my towel to dry in my parents sauna after a shower.
These are still just emotions and as such not enough to justify any drastic moves or decisions to be made. That much I realise. However, the idea of a possibility to move and work in Finland at some point is intriguing. In UK, people probably have somewhat better purchasing power and a wider selection of consumables available, sometimes even at a reasonable price. This, nevertheless, still seems to me like that's all there is in this country. Yes, there are the lakes up North and the coast and Scotland and yahdi-yah. Yet, there is no forest right there out of your doorstep, no cross sountry ski tracks starting from your rear garden, not tens of thousands of lakes into which you can jump in the summer and from which you can fish throughout the year, no saunas in your friends houses, and perhaps most importantly, no sensation of connection to the surrounding nature.
To some, I'm sure that the above paragraph reads like a provocative piece of poor argumentation but for me, it is becoming more evident that I am actually missing to fulfill some of the most basic needs that I have when living in the UK. Maybe I just cant escape the Finnishness I have in me as well as I've thought? Or maybe, the idea of a possibility of moving back there at some point is making me think these things differently? Who knows really. All I'm interested in is to have a good life-work balance (in that order) as it's quite difficult to manage in this world without a job but it's even more difficult to manage in this world if all you do is work. Whether this balance is more easily achieved in Finland or Britain, remains to be seen.
On another note, it's really windy out there today. Christmas is coming but I have no real feelings for that apart from spending a couple of nice days with Xinola, eating well.
I'll get me coat.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Iranian stand-up act
I always thought that this guy was quite a serious, "we'll nuke whoever we like" kind of fellow, but I guess it's never too late for reactionary statesmen to turn into stand-up comedians...
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
American puberty
I've got it! The mystery is solved! The dark secret of american psyche has been reveiled!
It’s been bothering me for years now; what is it about americans (individually and collectively) that drives me crazy. I know they are not bad peolple, but if you find yourself stuck in a room with two or more americans having a converstion, you will be looking for the nearest fire exit after a couple of minutes.
I was in that very situation recently, in a hotel just outside Dublin. An American couple was having their breakfast next to me and I couldn't help overhearing their conversation (even despite my continuous efforts to direct all my consentration to my cup of coffee). The husband was enthusiastically explaining his wife about the joys of Hurling (the game, just to be clear, not projectile vomiting) that he had just discovered. "It's like full contact, no paddings, and the ball is like bigger than a shot put!" Then his face lit up even more as he reached the crescendo "and they hit the ball like in baseball. I mean, you can totally blow someone's head off!" At that point I had already gone off my beans, but her reply very nearly got me choking on my bacon; "Wow!", she bellowed.
A moment later I was trying hard to concentrate on my orange juice and block out the outside world when the wife grabbed my arm; "You know what sport those guys in blue shirts are playing?" I looked over my shoulder and saw a table full of gentlemen with pictures of golf clubs printed on their blue polo shirts. I explained that given their shirts, the average age of 60 and the fact that the hotel is also one of the nicest golf resorts around, I would guess they play golf. "I knew it, it’s Hurling!" shouted the husband.
That's when I realised what it was about Americans that’s been bothering me; it's puberty. They seem to be fascinated by violence, they are unable to pay attention if a sentence has more than five words in it, and they either believe everything or nothing you say.
After my revelation I wanted to hug the couple and tell them about my wonderful insight that frees them from shame and explains their curious state, but after the graphic details of brutality involved in Hurling that the husband had enthusiastically explained, I thought it was best to simply walk away and keep my theory to myself. After all, he was a big, dim, and exited American, you can’t be too careful with them.
Now, after some reflection, I feel that future is full of hope. Puberty is, after all, a desease cured by the passing of time. So, my fellow human beings, let's not be cruel to the Americans, they might grow up to be perfectly reasonable adults – one day.
It’s been bothering me for years now; what is it about americans (individually and collectively) that drives me crazy. I know they are not bad peolple, but if you find yourself stuck in a room with two or more americans having a converstion, you will be looking for the nearest fire exit after a couple of minutes.
I was in that very situation recently, in a hotel just outside Dublin. An American couple was having their breakfast next to me and I couldn't help overhearing their conversation (even despite my continuous efforts to direct all my consentration to my cup of coffee). The husband was enthusiastically explaining his wife about the joys of Hurling (the game, just to be clear, not projectile vomiting) that he had just discovered. "It's like full contact, no paddings, and the ball is like bigger than a shot put!" Then his face lit up even more as he reached the crescendo "and they hit the ball like in baseball. I mean, you can totally blow someone's head off!" At that point I had already gone off my beans, but her reply very nearly got me choking on my bacon; "Wow!", she bellowed.
A moment later I was trying hard to concentrate on my orange juice and block out the outside world when the wife grabbed my arm; "You know what sport those guys in blue shirts are playing?" I looked over my shoulder and saw a table full of gentlemen with pictures of golf clubs printed on their blue polo shirts. I explained that given their shirts, the average age of 60 and the fact that the hotel is also one of the nicest golf resorts around, I would guess they play golf. "I knew it, it’s Hurling!" shouted the husband.
That's when I realised what it was about Americans that’s been bothering me; it's puberty. They seem to be fascinated by violence, they are unable to pay attention if a sentence has more than five words in it, and they either believe everything or nothing you say.
After my revelation I wanted to hug the couple and tell them about my wonderful insight that frees them from shame and explains their curious state, but after the graphic details of brutality involved in Hurling that the husband had enthusiastically explained, I thought it was best to simply walk away and keep my theory to myself. After all, he was a big, dim, and exited American, you can’t be too careful with them.
Now, after some reflection, I feel that future is full of hope. Puberty is, after all, a desease cured by the passing of time. So, my fellow human beings, let's not be cruel to the Americans, they might grow up to be perfectly reasonable adults – one day.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Sad stuff, but not as sad as The Times
The vast majority of us has heard about this high school shooting that took place in Finland yesterday. Truly, truly awful indeed. But I was also appalled by the standard of The Times article that made this to be a 'very Finnish incident'. The author based his views on some bogus stories about the ancient gods of Finland and also assumed that because Finnish winters are dark and cold that all Finnish people only have the luxury of proper friendships (as the rest of the world knows them) during the summer months. He also assumed that due to high levels of ICT use - the internet networking and mobile phones were mentioned - amongst the population and the youth in particular, people are gravitating towards a lifestyle that is increasingly alienated from real human contact.
This was the author's argument for the shooting being a 'very Finnish incident' indeed. I might be wrong here but has there not been several instances in one particular country before this and were there no clear connections to these instances? Not that I'm going to elaborate here but you dont need to be very switched on to realise this.
I've been amazed and to some extent encouraged by the number of comments that the article in The Times has generated. Most of these are being sent from Finnish people responding to the absurd assumptions and analysis being offered by the author. However, and this is worth paying that extra bit of attention to, there is also a large number of foreign people that happen to live in Finland who have responded very eagerly against the author's comments. And to make things even more interesting, there was even a Swedish woman defending Finland. That really assured me that my personal reaction was not that far off. You see, Swedes have brains, where could we get some for this reporter fella?
The article also generously suggests that Finland has 120 people per square kilometer, where in fact this is more like 14. Big deal, I know... just had to get that out of my system too...
Another pussy lifted on the coffee table was the number of firearms in Finland. Apparently Finland has the third largest depository of firearms per capita in the world (after USA, surprise and Yemen! - makes me wonder about the validity of this stat). This means, supposedly, that 56% of Finnish people have a firearm. What the author gloriously has missed, is that the majority of these weapons are in the households where hunting is a serious thing, and that it is common for people who hunt to have more weapons than just one per head. You know, the moose deserves to be shot with a different slug than the boar, and the rabbit, and the partridge, and the duck, you get the point here?
Enough of my disappointment for now. It suffices to say that my level of trust in the analytical capabilities of The Times reporter in question has suffered significantly.
Lastly, I felt quite shocked about the incident itself and still it makes me feel really bizarre. The conflicting question inside me is asking whether the Finnish people think of their homeland as a good place to bring up children as a naive and taken for granted thing with regards to safety and all, or, will these instances reoccur in the near future and change the face and fabric of the society on the whole? I'm really not sure but I'd still like to see Finland retaining some of the qualities that I've always attributed to it, be it naively or not.
Over and out.
This was the author's argument for the shooting being a 'very Finnish incident' indeed. I might be wrong here but has there not been several instances in one particular country before this and were there no clear connections to these instances? Not that I'm going to elaborate here but you dont need to be very switched on to realise this.
I've been amazed and to some extent encouraged by the number of comments that the article in The Times has generated. Most of these are being sent from Finnish people responding to the absurd assumptions and analysis being offered by the author. However, and this is worth paying that extra bit of attention to, there is also a large number of foreign people that happen to live in Finland who have responded very eagerly against the author's comments. And to make things even more interesting, there was even a Swedish woman defending Finland. That really assured me that my personal reaction was not that far off. You see, Swedes have brains, where could we get some for this reporter fella?
The article also generously suggests that Finland has 120 people per square kilometer, where in fact this is more like 14. Big deal, I know... just had to get that out of my system too...
Another pussy lifted on the coffee table was the number of firearms in Finland. Apparently Finland has the third largest depository of firearms per capita in the world (after USA, surprise and Yemen! - makes me wonder about the validity of this stat). This means, supposedly, that 56% of Finnish people have a firearm. What the author gloriously has missed, is that the majority of these weapons are in the households where hunting is a serious thing, and that it is common for people who hunt to have more weapons than just one per head. You know, the moose deserves to be shot with a different slug than the boar, and the rabbit, and the partridge, and the duck, you get the point here?
Enough of my disappointment for now. It suffices to say that my level of trust in the analytical capabilities of The Times reporter in question has suffered significantly.
Lastly, I felt quite shocked about the incident itself and still it makes me feel really bizarre. The conflicting question inside me is asking whether the Finnish people think of their homeland as a good place to bring up children as a naive and taken for granted thing with regards to safety and all, or, will these instances reoccur in the near future and change the face and fabric of the society on the whole? I'm really not sure but I'd still like to see Finland retaining some of the qualities that I've always attributed to it, be it naively or not.
Over and out.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Now I've seen it all!
I heard it on the news and I've seen the pictures but it just doesn't seem to sink in - lawyers protesting on the streets of Islamabad.
Situation must be pretty damn bad if lawyers take to the streets and start throwing stones at the riot police! Lawyers! Rioting! Do they have their secretaries to pick the stones for them, or make the reservations at the Plaza for an executive lunch in between a custody hearing and a bit of rioting?
What's next? Chartered accountants of the City on the barricades against Mr. Brown's hairstyle?
Seriously, I find myself in a curious situation of having to agree with Bush Jr. that General Pervez Musharraf should restore the constitution, step down as the army leader and hold (preferably free) elections... I mean, if lawyers are throwing stones at you, you're in trouble!
Situation must be pretty damn bad if lawyers take to the streets and start throwing stones at the riot police! Lawyers! Rioting! Do they have their secretaries to pick the stones for them, or make the reservations at the Plaza for an executive lunch in between a custody hearing and a bit of rioting?
What's next? Chartered accountants of the City on the barricades against Mr. Brown's hairstyle?
Seriously, I find myself in a curious situation of having to agree with Bush Jr. that General Pervez Musharraf should restore the constitution, step down as the army leader and hold (preferably free) elections... I mean, if lawyers are throwing stones at you, you're in trouble!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Not yet
I feel like a teenager... wondering with deep feelings of dark frustration - WHY ME? -
Please, please, i only want to submit and get over with this degree!
Gosh, nothing can express my feelings, random schizophrenic presences in my head, basically i feel dislocated from the social and from myself.
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