Enemmän on enemmän

Where´s the point?

Voiko enemmän olla enemmän?

Voiko vielä enemmän olla vielä enemmän?
Spiderman spiderman

Vai onko eniten vähiten?

Mainokset

Rinnanympäri mennään yhteen tullaan

Naisen itsetunto riippuu usein. Joskus se itsetunto on pystyssä push up:eilla. Joskus tarvitaan kirurgiaa. Joskus taas ei. Sama homma monilla miehillä. Ihmisen arvo mitataan numeroissa. ”Let´s do some push ups”.

Ihmiskunta parka. Mutta se harmaa mönjä jossa kuvittelemme ajatustemme syntyvän on niin lähellä naurettavaa kehoamme ettei tämä voi olla vaikuttamatta. Onneksi on vielä ihmisiä joilla on hyvä tunto, vaikka heidän numeronsa olisivat mikrokosmoksellista tasoa.

Janina puhui aikoinaan asiaa syöpävalistusfilmillä.

I love New Jork

Mosaiikkitolppa

Hi! It´s been a few (I don´t want to count) days since I came back from New York. My inner clock has been a little mixed up since then and my English is still a little perseestä.

This is my first blog post in English. I do this for you, Jes. I think I promised you. I really want to express my gratitude for your coming to the city and meeting us and introducing us to the rest of the gang.

Well, here we go. The journey to the Big Applepie just had to be made. There were so many lovely memories of our last trip. It was totally awesome in 2005. We (me and Lea love) did some serious shopping then and didn´t mind the bit chaotic rainy weather conditions. OK. To be really honest, it was a little bit annoying. So I was quite excited to see the city of my childhood dreams without the rain.

This time we spent 10 days in New York and boy it felt like a month! I don´t mean it was boring. Nothing like that. I was just so damn hungry to see and feel everything. The people, the smell of grease and the rush hour and the noise.

New Yorkin elementit

Like a five year old first time in a zoo. Something like that, yeah. This time the city welcomed us like old friends. And I´m quite happy that we didn´t have the bloody rainforest experience this time. I hope you don´t think I´m whining here. When you put all your money to a vacation so far away, it´s a big thing.

I won´t bore you with telling you what we ate and what I bought. Well maybe a little bit. But first I just have to mention a few golden peaks of our odyssey.

This time we went to Central Park. Someone (mostly sad Finns) might think it´s such a big cliché to go there. Let me tell you what I think. If you want to know what the real New York is like you have to go there. You know nothing if you haven´t been there. In my opinion it´s the best park in the world. I just love it so much. For me the park represents the soul of New York. We spent a magic moment there listening to two guys playing old time jazz and watching local kids smiling in the sun and old folk sitting and enjoying. Happy happy happy. Kyytipoikana I had one hot dog (my first real hodari) and hot cider with a tujaus of whiskey. Nothing much there, someone might say, but a big piece of heaven for me. I miss the park already.

Then we had a night out with three super loveable Americans. Lea´s blogger friend Jes and her friends from Queens. Oh, my, we had such a great big fun night. I must say that there was an instant feeling of friendship there. I was totally suprised to realize that I spoke so much with Tom. I think we both learnt a lot from each other. I now know that the US is in some kind of turmoil.  I´ve known that but now I really know. I really hope things turn for the better. I really do. If not, you are always welcome here. I hate to admit it but I missed a lot of things that were under discussion that night. I miss Dawn and Jes. That was a really lovely night. More than that. Awesome as Jes would put that. I really love you guys. I have a strong feeling that this was not the last time for us. Seems like I´m in a sentimential mood right now, sorry for that. Well I thank you once more and welcome you anytime to our always lovely Helsinki. I miss you.

I hope that the news from Finland (about the high-school shooting) didn´t scare you too much. We were just leaving the US when we heard about it. I was so disappointed then. But now I’m feeling better.

HALOOOO!

HALOOOOOO!

Olin äsken raitiovaunussa. Siellä eräs nelikymppinen mies kailotti kännykkäänsä.

– hei mikä se oli sen kadun nimi jossa meidän piti nähdä?

– ai, missähän se Meritullinkatu on?

Tässä vaiheessa moni miehen asian kuullut alkoi viittoa tälle suuntaa jossa kyseinen katu sijaitsee. Kätevää miehen kannalta. Myös ihmisille ympärillä saattoi tulla hyvä mieli auttamisesta.

Me suomalaiset olemme aika hiljainen kansa. Luottakaa sanaani, palasin juuri New Yorkista.
Meitä suomalaisia vaivaa myös lievästi sanottuna ajoittainen alakuloisuus. Luottakaa sanaani, palasin juuri New Yorkista. Kuitenkin meitä kehotetaan olemaan hys hys oikein hiljaa julkisilla paikoilla. Eikö juuri tämä vaikeneminen ja tunteiden hillitseminen periluterilaisittain ole keskeinen osatekijä kansamme pahoinvointiin? Minä ainakin rakastan nähdä tunteitaan näyttäviä, kiihtyviä, innostuvia ihmisiä. Nautin kailottajista. Ne ovat parasta realityä.

Kukkahattutätien kampanja. Ole harmaa, älä ole kukaan.