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We’ve just taken off from Skavsta and are still climbing. My MP3 player is blaring out Radiohead’s Lucky. For a moment I thought about playing it on the laptop’s ”loud”speakers but I guess it would’ve been quite inconsiderate towards the other passengers, who might not all share my sophisticated sense of humour.

Soomessa taas

JP tarjoaa ystävällisesti unitilaa Tampereelta, vaikka on juuri muuttamassa vallan toiselle puolen kaupunkia. Helpottaa kovasti elämää tämä. Toisekseen on huomattava, että Mansessa itää rallikuskeja, joiden mielestä paras harjoittelumahdollisuus on kaupungin keskusta puolenyön aikaan.

Language change / Kieli vaihtuu

Here’s the deal: As I approach Finland, the incentive for keeping an English blog is diminishing by the minute. However because I just distributed the blog URL to my friends before I scurried off, I reckon I ought to strike some sort of balance. What I’m planning on doing is to write the more diary-like entries in English and use Finnish for the rest. Should you have a better idea, lemme know.

Lienee siis aika verrytellä kielipäätä kotimaisellakin.

The lilt and the flight

Beep. Beep. It’s the alarm clock, meaning that the hour has struck seven. Get up, get dressed, carry the bags downstairs, make some coffee, each some toast, bid farewell to Tom. Walk to the bus stop, get off at the railway station, buy a ticket to London, notice that the train couldn’t be any fuller, sweat the first litre. Then drag the 30-odd kilos that are your bags to the coach station, sit down for a while, sleep all the way till Stansted, arrive an hour before takeoff, realize they’re calling for your flight and run like hell. Sweat another litre, pay four pounds for a meager tuna sandwich, order pyttipanna and chicken nuggets in Swedish at the Skavsta airport, pay as much for the meal as for the tickets to Finland. Write this entry.

Word 67: Eschew

I have Beth take my place, holding the ice and squeezing the nose. Eschewing my innovation, she sits on the arm of the couch instead of on the top of the couch.

eschew (v) : avoid and stay away from deliberately; stay clear of [syn: shun] – source: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, p. 22

Word 66: Pukka

The presenters are mostly off-screen experts offering genuine, professionally pukka advice, rather than seasoned TV folk.

pukka adj : (India) absolutely first class and genuine [syn: pucka] – source: The Independent Property 28 May 2003, p. 21

Heading: London

Right now we’re onboard an Oxford Tube express coach to Victoria train station. I finally managed to contact Tom with whom we’ll be staying with. The weather’s fine, we got no money and too much luggage. Sounds like a perfect recipe for a three-day stay in London, doesn’t it?

Eurovision song contest

What on Earth is this? Why does the Austrian entry sound like Eläkeläiset mixed with Andrew W.K.? Mind you, it’s my favourite this far. Sorry Ceder, Turkey didn’t even register on my radar but I’m a bit worried you could recognize the winner beforehand.

A bunch of incoherent babble follows: Was Germany’s song really called Let’s Get Happy? And are my ears fooling me or did the scary Paula Koivuniemi/Laura Voutilainen hybrid of a woman just sing Let’s be happy and let’s be gay? I can’t hide from you / Then I’d die for you is a nice couplet, courtesy of Greece.

Holy shit some of these people are out of tune.

I’m guessing Norway will win, but my personal favourite is still the outrageous mess that was the Austrian entry.

Apropos, the BBC version of the Eurovision song contest differs quite a lot from the Yle one. Too bad I forgot to buy a video tape so I can’t share the experience with my fellow Finns, especially the one waving the ”Terveisiä mammalle”-placard in the front row.

The commentator is a fellow by the name of Kerry Wogan and his job, it would seem, is simply to take the piss on everybody and everything. A welcome return of the wonderbra, Who writes these?, She’s Kylie in dreadlocks, really, You’re not gonna remember anything tomorrow, I think Tom Jones and the writers of Sex Bomb could sue here, Any sight of a drink?, This is knockabout comedy by their standards, I don’t know about you but I would’ve preferred the commercials, Yes yes, let’s move on, There’s only two more to go, be a good sport, I know you’ve had a few, It’s been so long you’ve forgotten some of these songs, haven’t you?, Every year I sit hear and wonder: what are they doing? are but few selected quotes from him. And when they announced that next year there’ll be two competitions, the guy went mental. What? Don’t do it!. That’s okay, you’re fired he quipped to the Bosnia & Herzegovinan presenter who messed up her votes. But ultimately things turned sour as he revealed his normal uppity ”everyone speaks English” attitude when the nice Latvian lady presenter mumbled some English words and started making fun of her. Bad boy!

Apparently the contest is a huge in gay circles here and big parties are being held all around the country. I think this also helps to explain why countries like Germany, Austria and UK always send such campy contestants. My next objective shall be to see how the Germans treat this great competition.

Wonderful!

Review: Matrix Reloaded (€ € €)

Oh wow, we’ve all been bamboozled. I walked out of the theatre with mixed feelings. On the other hand I had thoroughly enjoyed the movie (but then, don’t we all love the movie-going experience as such?) but found myself feeling embarrassed for the actors more than once.

The cons were almost too numerous to list. The movie was flooded with horrible pseudo-philosophical babble. I’m sorry, but just first saying one song and then the exact opposite doesn’t mean it would be profound. Then there was the action, which was utterly and completely over the top this time, devoid of almost all interest. Take, for example, the scene where Neo confronts Agent Smith, battles him for a good while and then finally flies away. I mean, why didn’t he take to the skies immediately? Then there’s the rule bending. Basically most of the things we were told about the nature of the Matrix were toyed with in an unexcusable way (I feel like the crazed woman in Misery here). The film is almost entirely devoid of foreshadowing except for the final moments, which is unforgivable as the last two parts of the trilogy were planned and shot back to back. Where’s the sense in making a movie so self-sufficient it doesn’t even leave you wanting for more?

You know they say that you can always tell the difference between a real actor and a CGI construct. Well, in this case you can’t, so I guess the Wachowski’s should feel grateful for casting Keanu Reeves, a man so plastic in flesh that you really cannot tell the man from the machine. But it’s not like he’s a real person anyhow.

But as I said, I was truly and well entertained by the movie. Obviously this means that the flick had its moments. My favourites weren’t the few almost impossible CGI effects (Neo fighting a billion agents) but rather the totally impossible ones, like the moment in the highway chase when the camera apparently passes through an oncoming truck. And the plot has its moments as well, it’s just that the ideas are usually completely obfuscated by the thick dialogue. Extra credit has to be given for flashing an image of George Bush Snr near the end in an appropriate context. And in no case it’s a total turkey like Equilibrium, just that it doesn’t stand up to the promise of the original.

I guess my sense of delight at the movie can be at least partly explained by the Star Wars generation phenomenon. The people who were in their teens or early twenties when New Hope came out were forever altered by that experience, as it was like nothing they’d ever seen before. When the prequels started rolling out, the original fans kept praising them as well, even though it was quite clear to everyone else that George Lucas’s fable had long since lost its essence.

But then again it would be unfair to ask someone to create something new more than once in their lifetimes.

Rating: € € €

Note that this doesn’t mean I think the original Matrix movie was the best thing since sliced bread, I’m just pointing out the effect it had on the collective opinion concerning action movies.

Picturesque countryside

So this is what Oxfordshire looks like. Rolling hills (I presume that’s what they’re called), houses that are many centuries old (the one we’re staying at is older than anything – anything – in Joensuu, for example) and gardens. And in the gardens there are lots of lovely old ladies who serve tea and scones.

And oh yes, the village has a proper milkman!

I know it all sounds terribly cliched, and in a way it is too, but it is still oh so lovely. We’re staying with Mike, an old friend of my mom’s, and his daughter Katy. The house apparently dates from the 17th century, which is quite frankly almost unbelievable. Fellow Finns can surely appreciate this amazement, as nothing in our noble country predates Kekkonen.