Tuesday, March 28, 2006
The visit of an Old Lady
We started rehearsing for a new play yesterday. As soon as the other one was "buried", it was time to start a new one. It is sometimes a little difficult to leave a play behind, as you strangely attach to your role and people you're working with. Sometimes you're in a play so deeply it takes time to get rid of it psychologically. So, a new, totally different kind of a play is always a very good thing, a change to "reborn" again!
So now it's time for Friedrich Durrenmatt's "Der Besuch der alten Dame", "The visit of an Old Lady." I'll write more and tell how the play will find it's course, and will definitely enclose some photos from the beginning to the end.
Here's some more information about the play itself:
"Feeling for humanity, gentlemen, is cut for the purse of an ordinary millionaire; with financial resources like mine you can afford a new world order."
Der Besuch der alten Dame ("The Visit of the Old Lady") premiered in Zurich in 1956, when Durrenmatt was 35. It was such a success that productions sprang up in England and America over the next two years.
Durrenmatt called this story "A Tragic Comedy." More than any other of his plays, this story of an old lady who returns home to wreak an exact and merciless vengeance on her former lover intimately joins comedy and tragedy to support each other in nearly every scene.
The play really has three major characters: the old lady, Claire Zachanassian; her former lover and object of her ruthless justice, Alfred lll; and the people of the town of Gullen, who make up a kind of composite representation of society itself. Through these characters, Durrenmatt is able to give the audience a darkly comic, breathless, and in the end, unanswerable debate about the nature of justice, redemption and community.
Claire is a hodgepodge of patched-together artificial limbs, held together only by her hate. Since her betrayal at the hands of lll and the people of Gullen, she has spent her life in a single-minded vengeance. Her justice is god-like. Across all of Europe, she pursues the two men who lied about her in court like a fury; they are castrated and made her slaves. Durrenmatt compares her to an ancient idol. She is like the statue of Justice - eternal, something out of myth. When the townspeople first refuse her offer of a billion marks for the life of Alfred lll, she says quietly, "I'll wait," and you can imagine her waiting centuries.
Amazingly, we find ourselves cheering her on; as the play begins, she is the only character who speaks the unadorned truth. In The Visit, characters use language to hide their real intentions. As Durrenmatt writes, "Today man lives in a world which he knows less than we assume. He has lost his image and has become a victim of images." In The Visit, he puts the preconceptions that get us through day-to-day life under the microscope.
Although Durrenmatt decried symbolism ("Misunderstandings creep in, because people desperately search the hen yard of my drama for the egg of explanation which I steadfastly refuse to lay."), it is hard not to see the poverty of Europe during the Depression and the slow growth of fascism in-between the lines in The Visit. With the ashes of World War II still in their mouths, the people of Europe in the 1950's faced the growing Cold War and the shadow of the atomic bomb. The question of how a man can hold on to his ideals in the face of grinding poverty was still a strong one.
Durrenmatt wrote about the town of Gullen (meaning "excrement" in Swiss), "It is a community which slowly yields to temptation...yet this yielding must be understandable. The temptation is too great, the poverty is too bitter. (The Visit) is a malicious play, but just for that reason, it must be presented without anger and in the most humane way, with sadness yet with humor, for nothing hurts this comedy that ends tragically than brutal seriousness."
Durrenmatt uses the people of the town to show the weakness of authority, the disorder just beneath the civilization's order. When the people of Gullen begin to buy expensive items on credit, lll panics, and goes for help to his Family, the Government (the Mayor), the Law (the police chief) and the Church (the minister). He is rebuffed at every turn. Even the teacher, representing Intellectualism, sees what is happening but is too weak to fight it.
With no where to turn, lll takes responsibility for his crime. He achieves the serenity and acceptance that Durrenmatt saw as the pinnacle of human heroism. He gains stature in our eyes through this transformation. He can reject the city's offer to commit suicide; the town, too, must be made to face its responsibility. In The Visit, lll is the only character who changes and grows. Claire is sterile in everything but her need for revenge; the people of Gullen do nothing but reveal their true, rotten selves. Only lll has the epiphany of self-knowledge that Durrenmatt prized so highly.
At the end of the play, with lll dead at the town's feet and Claire's check in the Mayor's hand, "order" and "community" are restored, but now the audience knows these ideas are grotesquely false. As Peppard writes, "In the closing scene, the townspeople appear as much slaves as they did at the beginning; if at first they were victims of poverty, they are now the captives of prosperity. Only lll has found freedom, and he has attained it only by a withdrawal from the community into death."
In The Visit, Durrenmatt writes a classical tragedy for the 20th century, a modern answer to ancient questions of honor, loyalty and community.
Monday, March 20, 2006
To see the world with different eyes
Today I was reading my dear friend's blog and commenting her post about the actor Joaquin Phoenix. He has a very distinctive scar on his upper lip. This type of scar is traditionally due to repair of a cleft lip. Cleft lip and palate happen when the sides of upper lip and/or roof of the mouth fail to join during pregnancy. I think his scar is definitely a part of his charisma, something that makes him different of others.
So I decided to keep my eyes open today, looking at people, trying to see them with different eyes this time. In only a few hours I saw perhaps more than I had seen for a long time.
First it was a woman in a wheelchair. Her legs looked weak. I tried to imagine a life, tied in a wheelchair, needing constant help from others. She seemed happy and had probably recently had a haircut, the colour was fantastic and suit her well. I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring and thought what kind of a man she's married to. Do they have children? Are they healthy?
Then I saw a young boy who's other foot was shorter than the other. His hair was too long, hiding his eyes that had a very shy look. He avoided my curious but gentle stare.
On my way home I saw a blind woman with her stick and the dog. She was crossing the street. It almost brought tears in to my eyes, not for pity, but for once again realizing how granted I take my all senses, that I can see, I can hear, I can run. I can listen to the laughter of children, I can see the sunset on a beach.
We live in a world where we measure others by the looks. I've done it many times too, without realizing that the true beauty lies within.
So I decided to keep my eyes open today, looking at people, trying to see them with different eyes this time. In only a few hours I saw perhaps more than I had seen for a long time.
First it was a woman in a wheelchair. Her legs looked weak. I tried to imagine a life, tied in a wheelchair, needing constant help from others. She seemed happy and had probably recently had a haircut, the colour was fantastic and suit her well. I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring and thought what kind of a man she's married to. Do they have children? Are they healthy?
Then I saw a young boy who's other foot was shorter than the other. His hair was too long, hiding his eyes that had a very shy look. He avoided my curious but gentle stare.
On my way home I saw a blind woman with her stick and the dog. She was crossing the street. It almost brought tears in to my eyes, not for pity, but for once again realizing how granted I take my all senses, that I can see, I can hear, I can run. I can listen to the laughter of children, I can see the sunset on a beach.
We live in a world where we measure others by the looks. I've done it many times too, without realizing that the true beauty lies within.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Observations on a sunny day
I was walking on a street yesterday
A car passed me by
I thought I saw someone waving at me
But it was just a happy dog's tail
A car passed me by
I thought I saw someone waving at me
But it was just a happy dog's tail
Museums Online, final
For two summers in a row, in 1989 and 1990 I was in London. I was 16 years old on my first trip, got my first kiss from a man called Angus who was from Dublin, Ireland. His hair was a mess and he wore round sunglasses like John Lennon. We met while I was waiting for the bus in Trafalgar Square to take me to the suburbs, and he asked me to visit National Gallery with him. I saw him on next day at Camden Market, and then he disappeared. Many months later I received a letter from Ireland, the envelope dirty and the handwriting messy, but a note to say that "didn't we have such fun at the stairs of Piccadilly Circus"? Yes we did!
There are other fantastic museums and galleries in London worth visiting, my favorite is the Tate Gallery, where I saw all the Turner's and Warhol's for the first time. It was a very hot July and I got drunk on strong apple cider later that day on Covent Garden.
Those were the days! It's funny how much a human mind can actually remember, even the clothes I was wearing, the food, the pubs, the smell of a city...Once you realize how wonderful it is to travel you can't stop dreaming about the next trip. Right now I am sort of planning to visit my dear friend in Moscow this summer. I don't know for how long I can stay, but would love to visit a museum in there too. I've been in St Petersburg many times and The Hermitage is unbelieavable!
There are other fantastic museums and galleries in London worth visiting, my favorite is the Tate Gallery, where I saw all the Turner's and Warhol's for the first time. It was a very hot July and I got drunk on strong apple cider later that day on Covent Garden.
Those were the days! It's funny how much a human mind can actually remember, even the clothes I was wearing, the food, the pubs, the smell of a city...Once you realize how wonderful it is to travel you can't stop dreaming about the next trip. Right now I am sort of planning to visit my dear friend in Moscow this summer. I don't know for how long I can stay, but would love to visit a museum in there too. I've been in St Petersburg many times and The Hermitage is unbelieavable!
Saturday, March 18, 2006
One of my guilty pleasures...
...has always been men in tight jeans playing guitar. Such a cliche, but can't help it. Here I am, trying to create a meaningful, tasty blog while secretly fantasizing of developing a timemachine that would take me back to the end of 60's and to the backstage of a Led Zeppelin show. Maybe I was a groupie in my last life? Who knows? Anyway, here's Robert Plant and Jimmy Page. Irresistible, eh?
Friday, March 17, 2006
Museums Online part 2
From all the museums of New York, my favorite is definitely the American Museum of Natural History!
I spent hours and hours in there, wondering about the dinosaurs and the native american cultures. The same kind of a museum in London is excellent too, imho a lot better than British Museum, which is, of course, also worth visiting.
From MoMA I bought several posters and, I admit, stole a pencil that were there for people to write down the numbers of the posters. I still got the pen, it's my treasure. I hope the staff ain't reading the blog...
Here's one of my MoMA favorites by Matisse
Museums Online part 1
Back to my "normal" self after swimming in the black sea of my usual selfpity. Sometimes I laugh at myself, which, I guess, it's good after all, not to take oneself too seriously. I know I must be hard on my friends because my changing moods and emotions, one moment I am the most happiest and confident and the next I am sure that everyone hates me, lol...Oh and this anxiety..well, I guess I can sometimes be even happy for it as it surely must be one of the sources of the creativity. I am sure that people who are always "happy" and "pleased" really don't know how to play the blues.
Anyway...as the title suggests, as a museumlover I've been very pleased to find that most of the biggest museums have excellent website for people who can't physically visit them as often as they'd love to.
When I lived in New York I visited them on a weekly basis, and even on a shorter trip I always try to visit at least one museum, even if I know that it takes many times to really see the place, not just run through it. Most of the museums are humongous and it's not worth it trying to see everything on one day, difficult if you kinda have to, but then I guess it's ok just to search for the highlights. Or see them online!!!!
I can still remember it so clearly, my first museum in New York. It was a hot and humid august afternoon and I had already been walking in my Dr Martens for miles, getting blisters. So I stopped by a little shop on Upper East Side to get bandaid and a bottle of Evian as I was heading towards the Guggenheim Museum. Even the building itself is a piece of art, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright.
The museums were actually one of the only reasons for me visiting uptown, except of Central Park and a guy I briefly dated who lived there ;-) (no, not in the park, on Lexington Ave & 81st)
A few blocks down from Guggenheim is the magnificent Metropolitan Museum Of Art. There was this hotdog-carriage in front of the museum and the lady tried to rob me, asking for an obscene amount of money for a hotdog and a soda...But hey, I was already pretty streetwise at the ripe age of 21 so I handled the situation with my Nordic Calmness, lol...the same happened a few months after that incident when my brother was visiting me and we took a cab in front of Macy's, going to see the Dakota House, and the driver tried to fool us...so to his surprise he heard a whining yet polite sentence of newyork-jewish-finnish accent to tell him which way to drive!!
Where was I? Oh, the Met! That's where I first saw Dali's paintings "live". That's where I fell in love with both Klee and Klimt. Once again the museum is huge, takes days to go through, and on my numerous visits I found that my favorite department was actually Musical Instruments (well, I guess it's not a surprise).
Gotta leave for work soon, I'll continue with this one asap!
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Brokeback Mountain
Well, it has been two days since I saw the film and it's still haunting me. It was one of those movies that were even better than you thought. I didn't read a lot about it beforehand so I didn't have that much expectations either, just a hint of what it might be.
It was a lovestory. A story of two people in love, how it affected themselves and their surroundings. Watching the movie I "forgot" they were gay, all I saw was two people who loved eachother and families who had to live with it. It made me think how there must be hundreds, thousands of families like that where the other can't fully live a life they'd want to. That must be heartbreaking to all involved.
Here in Finland the attitudes are getting more and more liberal and people are slowly accepting gays. The whole gay-culture is fairly new and mostly in big cities. 20 years ago we still could only dream about they gaybars that now exists in Helsinki. Still the attitude is quite severe among many people, especially among older men who are not very educated; there's no worse insult than calling a man gay here in Finland. Quite ridiculous, eh?
There was very little sex in the movie, it was not the point. This was the first film I saw with Heath Ledger, and I must say he was REALLY convincing as Ennis del Mar. He didn't say much, but you could see his every emotion. I recommend this movie to everyone who likes a good story, beautiful landscapes and soothing music.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Sunday
What a wonderful weekend!Can't remember the last time I had enjoyed so many different things, real variety, good company and excellent weather! We've been blessed now with it for days, maybe I already keep repeating myself but now we've got winter at it's best; sunshine and a lot of snow!
So, last night at 8pm me and Päivi went skiing on ice. The local skiing club organizes a "Moonlight Skiing" each year in March, they make a track on ice and have tens of big candles and fires to show the way. The track was a little over 5 kilometers and I enjoyed every centimeters of it!! My thighs are aching a little but the pain gives me pleasure this time...
This morning I went to Turku, first to the Turku Castle to see a wonderful exhibition of C.G.Mannerheim, a very important person in the history of my country. I never realized how much he had travelled, and liked that part of the exhibition most; the photos and souvenirs from those trips he made over 100 years ago. You can read more about Mannerheim in here.
Then I went to visit my dear grandmother who will be 87 years old later this year. I love her very deeply, she has always been "my hero". When the winter war against The Soviet Union started at 1939 my grandmother was 20 years old and living in Karjala (Carelia), she had to leave her home and she and her family had practically nothing when they left, and still she has had a very good life and she has never complained about anything!
Then, a great way to end a good day, I went to the movies to see "Brokeback Mountain". I'll digest that wonderful film for a while and will write my thoughts about it tomorrow.
Hyvää yötä!
So, last night at 8pm me and Päivi went skiing on ice. The local skiing club organizes a "Moonlight Skiing" each year in March, they make a track on ice and have tens of big candles and fires to show the way. The track was a little over 5 kilometers and I enjoyed every centimeters of it!! My thighs are aching a little but the pain gives me pleasure this time...
This morning I went to Turku, first to the Turku Castle to see a wonderful exhibition of C.G.Mannerheim, a very important person in the history of my country. I never realized how much he had travelled, and liked that part of the exhibition most; the photos and souvenirs from those trips he made over 100 years ago. You can read more about Mannerheim in here.
Then I went to visit my dear grandmother who will be 87 years old later this year. I love her very deeply, she has always been "my hero". When the winter war against The Soviet Union started at 1939 my grandmother was 20 years old and living in Karjala (Carelia), she had to leave her home and she and her family had practically nothing when they left, and still she has had a very good life and she has never complained about anything!
Then, a great way to end a good day, I went to the movies to see "Brokeback Mountain". I'll digest that wonderful film for a while and will write my thoughts about it tomorrow.
Hyvää yötä!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
poem #3
The Backseat Madonna
Play lady play,
the clouds aint cream
death is not a dream.
Play lady play.
Dim light from the car radio
girl sits on a backseat,
without any expressions, without a smile
How could I tell you
that all the clock's have sold their times?
Play lady play,
the clouds aint cream
death is not a dream.
Play lady play.
Dim light from the car radio
girl sits on a backseat,
without any expressions, without a smile
How could I tell you
that all the clock's have sold their times?
Poem #2, to be continued
I stand onstage, alone
even the boys of sound and lights are gone
the winds attack me from all the directions
The Flying Dutch roams on every ocean
never finding the peaceful harbour
Please come back! Please!
There's no life after death,
feels like no life before death either,
just glimpses of it, like fast and colourful tv ads
even the boys of sound and lights are gone
the winds attack me from all the directions
The Flying Dutch roams on every ocean
never finding the peaceful harbour
Please come back! Please!
There's no life after death,
feels like no life before death either,
just glimpses of it, like fast and colourful tv ads
Friday, March 10, 2006
The world of smells
I got home two hours ago and thought it was about time to do some housework. So I loaded the washingmachine, did the dishes (no, don't own a dishwasher, damn!), some dusting and vacuuming, put shattered clothes back to the drawers, recycled newspapers, took out the carbage etc etc. I knew there was a very cold and tempting can of Kopparberg's applecider waiting for me in the fridge when I had my job done. Now I am slowly sipping it while writing today's thoughts.
Everytime I do the dishes I let my mind wonder on something totally different, this time I was thinking about smells, and perfumes in particular!! I am not addicted to make up, admit having clothes I don't wear, but my true obsession is perfume! Yes! Just one look at my bathroom closet reveals that I have 7 different kinds of bottles right now! Seven is my lucky number by the way! There are some bottles waiting for the summer, and then there are some I like to wear now. It has been only a few times that I've liked a certain scent so much I've bought more than one bottle, once it happened with Gucci's Envy and now for a second time with my number one smell ever, Kenzo's Flower! It's just damn delicious and perfect! It's ideal for winter actually, and I prefer to wear it in the evenings. Everytime I'm wearing it I just smell myself infatuated all the time, LOL!
Smells are strongly connected to the memories, suddenly you just travel back in time into a special place or a special person. Some guy wearing same aftershave as an ex from the past brings instant memories, maybe good ones or bad ones...sometimes the memory is too strong.
I think Chanel makes the best aftershaves, Antaeus and especially Egoiste Platinum makes my knees instantly weak. I like guys who smells good, not overly, but when you get close...
Then there are some natural smells that are just irresistible, like a clean, warm skin...maybe even better and sexier than the scent from a bottle. The ocean has a wonderfull smell, fresh bread, tar, some flowers...I'd be deeply sad to loose my sense of smelling.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Starry, cold night
The cold weather continues. Tonight the temperature will go below -20, and tomorrow it'll be sunshine with -18. The full moon is next week, and after that it will hopefully get a little warmer. I'm planning to go skiing on saturday! Yes, well have this happening called "Moonlight Skiing", we'll start at 8pm and ski on ice, where there are fires to show the way, and later we'll have hot drinks and a sauna! Excellent!
I had a rough day at work today, felt a little crappy when I got home. 2 more weeks and I'll have one week off, would LOVE to get some place warm. Most probably I'll just stay home and maybe visit friends and family in Turku and Helsinki. There's one exhibition in Helsinki I'd love to see, in Amos Anderson Art Museum they have fantastic works of Alphonse Mucha. Here's one of his painting called "An Amethyst."
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
I have a vision....television!
I was thinking that I watch tv like 1 hour a day, so I guess it's not a lot. BUT there are, of course, a few addictive shows I have to see, like 24. I've seen all the seasons, and probably missed just an episode or two. Right now they're showing the 4th season, maybe not the best one but still, again, very well done. I've never been a fan of Kiefer Sutherland but I guess he's ok as Jack Bauer.
On mondays it's Desperate Housewives. I don't know why but I like the show! For some reason I identify myself a little with Susan, and as I was surfing on their webiste even the quiz revealed that I am most like her!!
Lost comes on thursday's but so late I'm not usually up anymore. I've become old and tired as very often I'm in bed by 10pm...lol
In the past there has been tv-shows I can still remember, when I was a kid we used to watch The Muppet Show (my favorite was Animal, the crazy drummer), Happy Days, Hill Street Blues, I can even remember a few glimpses of both Dynasty and Dallas! In the early 80's a few friends of mine got cable so we could see the latest music videos on Sky Channel's Music Box!! Oh the vcr's were always ready, and we also recorded music from radio to tapes...
One of the shows I miss is Six Feet Under. I liked it, strong, good characters and interesting story each time. I was really never into soaps, but surely must admit watching both Beverly Hills and Melroce Place a few times ;-) Oh and of course, the Simpsons!
3rd rock from the sun is sometimes really funny, I like John Lithgow.
Can any of us really imagine life without tv or computers anymore? What if we'd have to spend a month in an deserted island, would we manage?? Maybe we'd start to use our imagination again and make up wonderful stories by ourselves!
On mondays it's Desperate Housewives. I don't know why but I like the show! For some reason I identify myself a little with Susan, and as I was surfing on their webiste even the quiz revealed that I am most like her!!
Lost comes on thursday's but so late I'm not usually up anymore. I've become old and tired as very often I'm in bed by 10pm...lol
In the past there has been tv-shows I can still remember, when I was a kid we used to watch The Muppet Show (my favorite was Animal, the crazy drummer), Happy Days, Hill Street Blues, I can even remember a few glimpses of both Dynasty and Dallas! In the early 80's a few friends of mine got cable so we could see the latest music videos on Sky Channel's Music Box!! Oh the vcr's were always ready, and we also recorded music from radio to tapes...
One of the shows I miss is Six Feet Under. I liked it, strong, good characters and interesting story each time. I was really never into soaps, but surely must admit watching both Beverly Hills and Melroce Place a few times ;-) Oh and of course, the Simpsons!
3rd rock from the sun is sometimes really funny, I like John Lithgow.
Can any of us really imagine life without tv or computers anymore? What if we'd have to spend a month in an deserted island, would we manage?? Maybe we'd start to use our imagination again and make up wonderful stories by ourselves!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Welcome, Pluto!!
Today I received a message I had been anxiously waiting for, a friend of mine had a sweet baby boy! I remember years and years ago, in our late teens, when we were thinking about the names of our future possible babies, and we all laughed so heartily how cool would Pluto be! So when they were expecting they were calling the unborn child Pluto lol...Well I am most certain that won't be the kid's name but I think it's a sweet story anyway.
I just turned 33, and remembered how I once thought that by this age I'd most certainly be a mother. Things just don't always go as planned. For some reason I've never really felt the biological clock ticking, or had any "babyfever" as we say in here. And I know children are a blessing, hoping that maybe one day I'd be blessed. Oh and if it's a boy I like the name Ilmari or Viljami lol...
Just got home and was so happy to notice that for once there was good mail, the March issue of National Geographic and Voi Hyvin, a Finnish magazine of healthstuff spiced with things like dreams, astrology, natural medication, meditation...I guess I'll have to throw my Sudoku's aside for tonight and once again admire the fantastic photos and articles on NG. Their website is also amazing, by the way. I check the "Photo Of The Day" every morning! Enclosed is one of my favorites, the frog.
Monday, March 06, 2006
A Baglady
So I decided I wanted a new bag. It doesn't matter that I have many of them already, I just know that I need a new one. And as I am going through my "brown-period" I need a brown bag! Simple, isn't it?
My favorite in bags, purses and even some clothing has been Marimekko for years. I have three Marimekko bags already, but not the brown one ;-) So I decided to go to a local shop where they sell them. I know the lady who owns the store and she gives me 10% off, lol...So I found what I was looking for. All I now need is the money...or someone to talk some sense in my head! Anyway, here it is, simple Finnish designed Marimekko bag! In the pic it's white, you have to imagine the brown...
Winter specialities
For the past few years bars made of ice have become popular here in Finland. I've once visited one in Kemi in northern Finland, where they have a whole castle made of ice. In Helsinki the bar is one of the most popular attraction. The athmosphere is good, and the drinks will make you feel warmer very soon...An icecold shot of Finlandia will do the trick!
Stamps
When I travel I like to send postcards to my friends, so I often visit local post offices if the stamps can't be bought elsewhere. I know there are probably many people who don't even notice the little piece of paper on the corner of the card or the letter, but I am highly selective when choosing one, trying to think about the person I am sending mail to.
Not all the stamps are beautiful. In fact, many of them are boring! In some countries it's always the damn king or queen or something less exciting, so I can be really confident when I say that here in Finland we have really beautiful stamps! This year the Post of Finland is celebrating the 150th anniversary of the stamp, so all the new stamps are exceptionally beautiful! My favourite is the Faberge's Winter Egg, where they've used real gold and silver. I also like Gallen-Kallela's posters, especially the Bil-Bol one! Here are some pictures, and more can be seen on the website of Finnish Post.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Dreams and Asterix
I had an amazing dream last night! Or it was more like in the morning really. It was one of those dreams where you can physically actually feel everything with all your senses. Very invigorating!
I went into a flowershop, which was filled with beautiful orchids, most of them white and purple. The shop was very clean and had huge windows for the sun to shine in. There was a piano in the middle of it, and two women. The other women was serving me but the other was standing with her back on me all the time, no matter how I turned I only saw her back. I wanted to see her face but couldn't.
I went out with my orchid to my friend's house. It was getting late so I went to bed, a huge one with a blanket of red velvet. Suddenly a cat and a dog appeared, and they both came to sleep with me. I didn't sleep for long, and looked at my watch, it was 1.30 am and I suddenly decided to go for a walk. The dog got up too and made a poop right there on the floor!
I changed my jogging clothes and went out; it was a summer's night and I saw three men with their bicycles. One of the men caught my attention and I instantly felt a huge attraction for him, and they started to follow me and when they caught me they introduced themselves. One of the guys, the one I felt attracted to, was incredibly good looking, dark hair, dark eyes, colour of dark green and brown, and he instantly hugged me, kept me very close and I could feel his warmth, it was comforting and exciting at the same time!
The dreams where I can fly are probably the most meaningful ones. I don't have them often, but everytime I do, the dream is in me for a long time afterwards. One of them has been especially important, as I can still feel it even if it has been years.
I was in a tower, and opened the windows and reached up to the sky. It was a sunny day, and I was flying towards the ocean. In the distance I saw a medieval town with the shining churches and houses, and as I looked down I saw the clear, beautiful, calm water, and all the colourful plants in the sea. I felt incredibly good, and had amazing energy for the whole day.
Another same kind of a dream was when I was swinging, and decided to jump from the swings, up, up high in the air. I saw all the thousands of lakes and the deep green forests, and I went into a lake, clear, warm, and the bottom of the lake wasn't just sand or rocks but it was full of white roses, and I took one and gave it a kiss...
Of course, dreams like this don't come often. Many of the normal, boring ones are just something that happened during the day, for example. When I was having problems with my blonde boss I often dreamed of a white dog biting me. Sometimes the dreams are just crazy, like the one where you find yourself making love to a person you maybe accidentally bumped into earlier that day, or to someone you absolutely have no feelings towards whatsoever. Next time you see that person you can't help smiling and blushing a little. Of course there are sometimes real, fantastic "wet dreams", can't really complain about those, lol ;-)
I was in Paris a month ago and still have a good feeling about it. After my trip I had this sudden urge to write, no wonder that many writers have been living there for inspiration. I studied French in school but can't really say that I could speak it; I know a few phrases and if I read it I can probably quite well guess what's the article about :-) I think that if I had a chance to spend more time in there I'd learn the language in a few months. I'd love to learn it so I could read some books in their original language, all the way from my favorite Anais Nin's diaries to my favorite comics, Asterix! My favorite character is Cacofonix (Trubadurix in Finnish), the misunderstood great artist who is tied up in a tree with his mouth shot in each ending of the stories! In the book Asterix in Helvetia they have this cheese orgy, it's incredible!
Oh well. It's time for some breakfast and coffee. I feel pretty good this morning!
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Blondes
I found this incredibly interesting article about blondes:
Cavegirls were first blondes to have fun
The modern gentleman may prefer blondes. But new research has found that it was cavemen who were the first to be lured by flaxen locks.
According to the study, north European women evolved blonde hair and blue eyes at the end of the Ice Age to make them stand out from their rivals at a time of fierce competition for scarce males.
The study argues that blond hair originated in the region because of food shortages 10,000-11,000 years ago. Until then, humans had the dark brown hair and dark eyes that still dominate in the rest of the world. Almost the only sustenance in northern Europe came from roaming herds of mammoths, reindeer, bison and horses. Finding them required long, arduous hunting trips in which numerous males died, leading to a high ratio of surviving women to men.
Lighter hair colours, which started as rare mutations, became popular for breeding and numbers increased dramatically, according to the research, published under the aegis of the University of St Andrews.
“Human hair and eye colour are unusually diverse in northern and eastern Europe (and their) origin over a short span of evolutionary time indicates some kind of selection,” says the study by Peter Frost, a Canadian anthropologist. Frost adds that the high death rate among male hunters “increased the pressures of sexual selection on early European women, one possible outcome being an unusual complex of colour traits.”
Frost’s theory, to be published this week in Evolution and Human Behavior, the academic journal, was supported by Professor John Manning, a specialist in evolutionary psychology at the University of Central Lancashire. “Hair and eye colour tend to be uniform in many parts of the world, but in Europe there is a welter of variants,” he said. “The mate choice explanation now being put forward is, in my mind, close to being correct.”
Frost’s theory is also backed up by a separate scientific analysis of north European genes carried out at three Japanese universities, which has isolated the date of the genetic mutation that resulted in blond hair to about 11,000 years ago.
The hair colour gene MC1R has at least seven variants in Europe and the continent has an unusually wide range of hair and eye shades. In the rest of the world, dark hair and eyes are overwhelmingly dominant.
Just how such variety emerged over such a short period of time in one part of the world has long been a mystery. According to the new research, if the changes had occurred by the usual processes of evolution, they would have taken about 850,000 years. But modern humans, emigrating from Africa, reached Europe only 35,000-40,000 years ago.
Instead, Frost attributes the rapid evolution to how they gathered food. In Africa there was less dependence on animals and women were able to collect fruit for themselves. In Europe, by contrast, food gathering was almost exclusively a male hunter’s preserve. The retreating ice sheets left behind a landscape of fertile soil with plenty of grass and moss for herbivorous animals to eat, but few plants edible for humans. Women therefore took on jobs such as building shelters and making clothes while the men went on hunting trips, where the death rate was high.
The increase in competition for males led to rapid change as women struggled to evolve the most alluring qualities. Frost believes his theory is supported by studies which show blonde hair is an indicator for high oestrogen levels in women.
Jilly Cooper, 69, the author, described how in her blonde youth she had “certainly got more glances. I remember when I went to Majorca when I was 20, my bum was sore from getting pinched”.
However, Jodie Kidd, 27, the blonde model, disagrees with the theory: “I don’t think being blonde makes you more ripe for sexual activity. It’s much more to do with personality than what you look like. Beauty is much deeper than the colour of your hair.”
Film star blondes such as Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot, Sharon Stone and Scarlett Johansson are held up as ideals of feminine allure. However, the future of the blonde is uncertain.
A study by the World Health Organisation found that natural blonds are likely to be extinct within 200 years because there are too few people carrying the blond gene. According to the WHO study, the last natural blond is likely to be born in Finland during 2202.
Cavegirls were first blondes to have fun
The modern gentleman may prefer blondes. But new research has found that it was cavemen who were the first to be lured by flaxen locks.
According to the study, north European women evolved blonde hair and blue eyes at the end of the Ice Age to make them stand out from their rivals at a time of fierce competition for scarce males.
The study argues that blond hair originated in the region because of food shortages 10,000-11,000 years ago. Until then, humans had the dark brown hair and dark eyes that still dominate in the rest of the world. Almost the only sustenance in northern Europe came from roaming herds of mammoths, reindeer, bison and horses. Finding them required long, arduous hunting trips in which numerous males died, leading to a high ratio of surviving women to men.
Lighter hair colours, which started as rare mutations, became popular for breeding and numbers increased dramatically, according to the research, published under the aegis of the University of St Andrews.
“Human hair and eye colour are unusually diverse in northern and eastern Europe (and their) origin over a short span of evolutionary time indicates some kind of selection,” says the study by Peter Frost, a Canadian anthropologist. Frost adds that the high death rate among male hunters “increased the pressures of sexual selection on early European women, one possible outcome being an unusual complex of colour traits.”
Frost’s theory, to be published this week in Evolution and Human Behavior, the academic journal, was supported by Professor John Manning, a specialist in evolutionary psychology at the University of Central Lancashire. “Hair and eye colour tend to be uniform in many parts of the world, but in Europe there is a welter of variants,” he said. “The mate choice explanation now being put forward is, in my mind, close to being correct.”
Frost’s theory is also backed up by a separate scientific analysis of north European genes carried out at three Japanese universities, which has isolated the date of the genetic mutation that resulted in blond hair to about 11,000 years ago.
The hair colour gene MC1R has at least seven variants in Europe and the continent has an unusually wide range of hair and eye shades. In the rest of the world, dark hair and eyes are overwhelmingly dominant.
Just how such variety emerged over such a short period of time in one part of the world has long been a mystery. According to the new research, if the changes had occurred by the usual processes of evolution, they would have taken about 850,000 years. But modern humans, emigrating from Africa, reached Europe only 35,000-40,000 years ago.
Instead, Frost attributes the rapid evolution to how they gathered food. In Africa there was less dependence on animals and women were able to collect fruit for themselves. In Europe, by contrast, food gathering was almost exclusively a male hunter’s preserve. The retreating ice sheets left behind a landscape of fertile soil with plenty of grass and moss for herbivorous animals to eat, but few plants edible for humans. Women therefore took on jobs such as building shelters and making clothes while the men went on hunting trips, where the death rate was high.
The increase in competition for males led to rapid change as women struggled to evolve the most alluring qualities. Frost believes his theory is supported by studies which show blonde hair is an indicator for high oestrogen levels in women.
Jilly Cooper, 69, the author, described how in her blonde youth she had “certainly got more glances. I remember when I went to Majorca when I was 20, my bum was sore from getting pinched”.
However, Jodie Kidd, 27, the blonde model, disagrees with the theory: “I don’t think being blonde makes you more ripe for sexual activity. It’s much more to do with personality than what you look like. Beauty is much deeper than the colour of your hair.”
Film star blondes such as Marilyn Monroe, Brigitte Bardot, Sharon Stone and Scarlett Johansson are held up as ideals of feminine allure. However, the future of the blonde is uncertain.
A study by the World Health Organisation found that natural blonds are likely to be extinct within 200 years because there are too few people carrying the blond gene. According to the WHO study, the last natural blond is likely to be born in Finland during 2202.
Saturday Night Fever in Uusikaupunki
We've had wonderful winter weather for the past few days! Last night when I was walking home the sky was clear with a little piece of the moon and stars, temperature around -15. I love the way the snow sounds under me feet when I walk. I had a good dinner and wonderful conversation with my dear friend Anitta. She works in our town library, and has been my friend now for many years, I helped her with her 50th birthday a few years ago and she's the reason why I managed to get into the cultural committee of the town. She could be my mother, but every time we meet we're both ageless. Such a great, wise friend. Oh and I ate snails yesterday, along with some excellent Australian white wine!
Today my cousin's family visited me, suddenly my apartment was filled with 5 kids from the age 2 to 12! First we went outside by the lake, made a fire and had some sausage, walked on the ice, then came back here and watched Shrek 2. I just love the Puss In Boots ;-)
Tonight will be taken easy, sauna in 45 minutes followed by some wine and a few lines to read. Tomorrow I have to be at the theater by 2, as we have the second last show of "Avoimien Ovien Päivä".
Today my cousin's family visited me, suddenly my apartment was filled with 5 kids from the age 2 to 12! First we went outside by the lake, made a fire and had some sausage, walked on the ice, then came back here and watched Shrek 2. I just love the Puss In Boots ;-)
Tonight will be taken easy, sauna in 45 minutes followed by some wine and a few lines to read. Tomorrow I have to be at the theater by 2, as we have the second last show of "Avoimien Ovien Päivä".
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Poem Of The Day
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron
Thoughts for Thursday
I was reading The New York Times online today and noticed an article about female prisoners giving birth. There are approximately 2000 babies born each year for women who are in prison, and many of them have to go through the labour shackled. Yes! Shackled! I just couldn't believe my eyes when I read the article. Only two states, Illinois and California have laws forbidding the cruel practice. Some lady in Arkansas said that because they are convicted felons they can get violent and hurt the hospital staff it's better that they are shackled to the bed...I can't even imagine such a monsterwoman, attacking the midwives and doctors and then escaping the hospital while the baby is on it's way...
This makes me think, once again, about USA. I think I have some kind of a "love-hate"-relationship to the country, I must admit that there are probably more reasons to hate than love. I know it's boring to write about politics but I really dislike their president Bush and his views on death penalty and abortion, for example. It was in the news earlier this week that in South Dakota they made the law even more strict; only if the mother is in real danger can the abortion be done. If you get raped and pregnant it's not a reason to get an abortion! I know it's not an issue to be taken lightly, and I do respect anyone's point of view, I just strongly feel like a woman should be able to make decisions about her life and her body, and use contraceptives if she doesn't want to have children. It's not difficult, and some of them even protects from the STD's.
Oh I wish New York City was in Europe! LOL
This makes me think, once again, about USA. I think I have some kind of a "love-hate"-relationship to the country, I must admit that there are probably more reasons to hate than love. I know it's boring to write about politics but I really dislike their president Bush and his views on death penalty and abortion, for example. It was in the news earlier this week that in South Dakota they made the law even more strict; only if the mother is in real danger can the abortion be done. If you get raped and pregnant it's not a reason to get an abortion! I know it's not an issue to be taken lightly, and I do respect anyone's point of view, I just strongly feel like a woman should be able to make decisions about her life and her body, and use contraceptives if she doesn't want to have children. It's not difficult, and some of them even protects from the STD's.
Oh I wish New York City was in Europe! LOL
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